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Your Love	By : EroPrincess Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 7474 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. Tite Kubo does. I do not make any money from this story. I'm merely writing it for fun.

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WARNINGS: We enter the mind of a mad man. I just hope I can do him justice. Things are also going to move along pretty fast from this chapter on because I don't want this story to drag out any longer than it has to.
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Your Love Chapter 8
Nnoitra Jiruga considered himself to be a very simple man. There wasn't much he wanted out of this despicable world. He only wanted to be famous for being the best at all of his accomplishments. He wanted to rule his territory with an iron fist and demand the respect from everyone whom he deemed less than worthy—which was everyone. He also wanted all women to cease the ridiculous notion that they were equal to men, because they were not. He's a firm believer that women were created to be in two places: the kitchen and the bedroom. Women had no business being part of the workforce, they belonged at home. And more importantly, Nnoitra desired the young, voluptuous eighteen-year-old whose picture decorated his desktop background—and he would have her at any cost.
Removing a hand from behind his head, Nnoitra reached for his coffee and clicked open a folder on his desktop titled My Pet. There he opened several pictures of the unsuspecting Nelliel Odelschwanck with her friends and that grinning punk-bitch, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez. He sipped his coffee as he looked at the dated photos from the time she was walking home from school two years ago, to the most recent dates with the punk-bitch a little over three weeks ago.
Oh yes, the candy incident from two years ago. Nnoitra remembered that day as though it happened yesterday. He had his eyes on the blossoming young teen for quite some time, always imaging that she would soon be his. After watching her for the past few months, Nnoitra had decided to make his move.
He saw Nelliel exit Urahara's candy shop and began calling out her name. He was humored by her reaction and that she couldn't see him, but was desperately trying to search for the source of the voice she could hear.
The moment Nelliel gave up on her search and began walking home again, Nnoitra's lips slithered like twin snakes with his grin threatening to split the bottom half of his face apart. He exited his vehicle clutching tightly the metal bat in his hand; just imaging the young teen's blood pouring from her body, staining her skin and school uniform made him ache with desire. As his length constricted the fabric of his briefs, Nnoitra's resolve to claim her in the worst way grew exponentially—he had to have her.
He already knew what he would do the moment Nelliel's body fell unconscious on the pavement before him. Nnoitra fully intended to take the teen to his home and nurse her back to health in the room he specifically created just for her. He desperately wanted to live out the fantasy of being her knight in shining armor, the man she would constantly depend on for everything. He knew the moment Nelliel regained consciousness she would want to stay, everyday thanking him for saving her life. And Nnoitra being the pleasant gentleman he was, would constantly remind her that she owed him her life and she should be grateful he gave her the chance to live again.
The room in question was a secret room that he built behind his bookcase; one would have to release the lever disguised as a book to open the door. Inside the room was dank with mold growing on the wooden walls. The high humidity in the air made it uncomfortable to breathe and there were no windows to allow air to circulate. There was a single light suspended from the ceiling which hovered over a table with shackles. Next to the table was a cart of doctor's surgery utensils given to him by a fruity bastard he knew by the name of, Szayel Aporro Granz.
Ah… the endless possibilities Nnoitra mentally conceived as he envisioned making Nelliel one piece again… after tearing her apart repeatedly. He was a firm believer that with vast amounts of pain comes pleasure, and he knew that Nelliel would need to experience endless amounts of pain in order to accept him as her sole pleasure giver. She would become accustomed to everything he did to her, and she would enjoy it.
Unfortunately fate was against him, because Nnoitra never got the chance to fully claim Nelliel as his own that evening. He struck her with the metal baseball bat while her guard was down and grinned at the audible crack of her skull.
Nelliel's breath escaped her lungs and her body tumbled forward, almost in slow-motion towards the ground. Nnoitra rested the bat on his shoulder and watched with monstrous glee as the crimson liquid of her blood sprayed like a geyser from her skull, staining her skin and puerile school uniform. A few droplets splattered on his face and clothes, and Nnoitra enjoyed licking away the few drops that landed on his lips and cheeks.
So sweet.
He lifted the bat in the air again to strike her a second time, but decided against it. Nnoitra didn't want to administer the killing blow; killing her would've defeated the purpose of his efforts to claim her in the first place.
Once Nelliel's body landed on the sidewalk, he handed the bloody bat over to his assistant Tesla, who had witnessed the entire ordeal. He never questioned his master; Tesla always did any and everything he was told and would continue to do so as long as he was still breathing.
Nnoitra checked for a pulse to make sure Nelliel was still alive, and was thankful that she was. Reaching for her unconscious body, he began to lift her, only to drop her when he heard the loud sound of sirens in the distance.
"I think it's best we get out of here, Master Nnoitra." Tesla looked up at his lanky 7' tall idol. "Someone obviously spotted us."
"No shit, dumbass." The long-haired brunet spat at his assistant while they moved to leave the scene as quickly and discreetly as possible. They slipped into his dark colored vehicle and drove away with a deadly shadow covering Nnoitra's gaze. "Next time pet; next time there'll be no interruptions. No one's gunna stop me from havin' ya…"
All week Nnoitra sat in front of his television screen watching every news story about the young girl who was brutally attacked in broad daylight by an unknown person. The reports said no one was able to identify the attacker, to which he only smirked in response. Obviously someone out there is a fuckin' genius ta not say anythin' ta the authorities 'bout what they saw! They're afraid I might kill 'em… Nnoitra chuckled to himself, and they're fuckin' right!
Even with the story being broadcasted for seven days straight and printed in the Karakura Chronicle, it still wasn't good enough for Nnoitra. Careful planning had gone into this operation, only to end in failure. Failure was not an option dammit!
Still no one knew it was he who attacked Nelliel and that upset him greatly. Nnoitra wanted the world to know his name! He wanted everyone on the planet talking about him, gasping at the audacity of his actions! He wanted to be remembered worldwide for something other than designing web pages for local clients!
Nnoitra wanted fame. Nnoitra wanted fortune. Nnoitra wanted his name in history books along with other great people who had impacted the world like Ed Gein and Ted Bundy. He wanted to live forever, and he knew that girl would be his golden ticket to worldwide notoriety, his immortality.
He shook his head from his reverie and focused on the computer screen once more. Taking another sip of his coffee, his dark brows furrowed as he thought about how he would get Nelliel alone again. She's always surrounded by her dumbass friends or that punk-bitch bastard!
Even with the obstacles standing in his way, the challenge in claiming Nelliel as his own only increased Nnoitra's resolve to have her. "There's no obstacle I can't defeat. She'll hav' ta be alone one way or anoth'r. Someone's gonna slip up, and when they do, bam! That's when I'll make my move."
It was with this resolve and determination that Nnoitra waited patiently for two years to have her again. Right now he had Tesla to track all her movements. He wanted to know where Nelliel was at all times. He wanted to know whom she was with and what she was doing, but as her relationship with the punk-bitch became more serious, tracking her became nearly impossible.
Nnoitra's blood boiled as he sat and thought about his woman spending nights at that punk-bitch's home, it made his body ache with envy. There was only so much that Tesla could do in order to track the woman. The punk-bitch lived in a penthouse suite on the top floor in a gated apartment complex. The complex had round-the-clock security and breaching it would be too great of a risk. The last thing Nnoitra wanted to do was to get caught. So he conceded for the time being and had Tesla end his tracking of Nelliel whenever she was spending time at the punk-bitch's apartment.
"Dirty, filthy whore." The brunet muttered his distaste at the things Nelliel and Grimmjow could possibly be doing together at this very moment. "All the more reason I will claim ya as mine. I will wash that punk-bitch's filth from your body and have ya ta myself!"
He slammed his coffee mug on the desk, spilling some of the contents on his wireless keyboard. Nnoitra stood and removed his black eye-patch, he could care less about the mess he'd made, Tesla would clean it up in the morning. With one final dark glare at his computer screen he exited his home office to prepare for bed.
Soon, pet… yer days will be done.
. . . . .
No matter how many times Nelliel visit Grimmjow's apartment, she was always left speechless at the lush décor of his home. It was after 9:00pm when they entered his home after their latest date. They had been going out for a little over a month and just over a week ago and Grimmjow had invited Nelliel home.
They both removed their shoes and she made herself comfortable in Grimmjow's living room. She sat on his round leather sofa and admired the sapphire and white interior of his living space.
He had plush white carpet, a rounded sapphire sofa and loveseat, with glass coffee and two end tables. Resting on the end tables were sapphire ceramic lamps, and lining the glass shelves along his walls were several pictures, plaques, and trophies from his kick-boxing studio where his students had won various competitions.
"Your home is so pretty. It's hard to imagine that a guy lives here sometimes." Nelliel spoke as Grimmjow handed her a glass of milk and some chocolate cookies. She munched on her sweets to keep from laughing at her boyfriend's sour expression.
"Just what the hell are ya tryin' ta say, Nel?" Grimmjow scowled at his girlfriend and felt his face heat in anger as he sat heavily next to her. "Are ya tryin' ta say I decorate like a chick? My home isn't 'pretty'." He spat the word from his lips. "My home is manly! Just cos ya don't see me livin' like a pig in a dirty ass—"
Nelliel shoved a cookie past Grimmjow's lips to quiet him and giggled loudly at his wide-eyed expression. "Your face looks so cute like that, especially with those tattoos!"
He bit into one half of the cookie, letting the other half fall and land on the cushions of his sofa. He chewed his portion and swallowed before hovering over Nelliel, who was beginning to shake in nervousness.
"Wha-what are you d-doing… Grimmjow…? I-I was only joking, you know th-that…"
Refusing to listen to any of her excuses, the blunet pinned her against the sofa, trapping his girlfriend between the furniture and his hard body. "I'm sick of ya fuckin' with me, Nel," He whispered in her ear. "There's only so much of yer teasin' I can take before I just take ya…" To emphasize his point Grimmjow ground his hips into hers making her feel his stiff desire between her legs.
He pressed his lips against hers, using his tongue to force her lips open. Once inside, Nelliel could taste the sweetness of the chocolate cookie on his tongue, and she wrapped her arms around his neck in response to get more.
They spent a few minutes making out on his sofa before they both released each other gasping for air. "I have to be at work early tomorrow morning," Nelliel dreamily spoke while she massaged Grimmjow's scalp. "I would let you get me tonight, but I have… re…sponsi—"
Grimmjow cut her off by shoving his tongue in her mouth once more. He pushed her knees apart to settle in between her thighs, and cupped the sides of her breasts in his large hands. "I don't care what ya hav' ta say," He nibbled on her neck, making Nelliel coo and shiver in response. "I want ya."
He proceeded to move his way down her body, stopping short at the hem of her pants where he gave her belly a light kiss. "And I'm gonna fuckin' have ya."
That night Nelliel cried so loud she swore everyone in Karakura could hear.
. . . . .
It had been two months since Nelliel and Grimmjow began dating, and the thought of their anniversary was weighing heavily on her mind. She enjoyed every moment she spent with him and was thankful that Grimmjow was compassionate enough to not force her into more physical territories.
She was currently at a lingerie shop along with Hallibel, Apache, Sun-Sun, and Mila Rose. Nelliel wanted to do something special for her anniversary with Grimmjow and what better way to celebrate it than to purchase sexy lingerie?
Staring at a demi-cup strapless bra and matching thong set on a mannequin, Nelliel reached forward to massage the aquamarine rhinestones decorating the sheer fabric. Wearing the set, a woman would appear completely nude with only a few intricate rhinestones to cover her most intimate places.
Examining the sales tag, Nelliel released an unconscious loud shriek when she saw the sales price, her face plastered in horror. I could never afford this! Dammit, and it's so cute too! She already pictured herself straightening her hair and applying light makeup for later this evening. She knew Grimmjow liked her hair straight, but hadn't worn it that way since the first night they danced together at the warehouse. She didn't want to constantly go through the trouble of straightening her wavy locks, but figured their two-month anniversary would give her the chance to do something out of the norm.
She continued to daydream, imagining her boyfriend staring at her with his mouth agape and his fiery blue eyes wide as he incinerated every inch of exposed flesh into his brain. Nelliel just knew Grimmjow would like how the jewels accented her hair while she performed several sexy poses for him.
One of her most intimate fantasies was to have her man take pictures of her on his phone, just so whenever he would open it he would look at her photos, and think of her. She continued to daydream, envisioning Grimmjow at work training his students, only to receive a picture message of her wearing next to nothing.
I'm so ashamed though, Nelliel thought wistfully, continuously eyeing the sales tag, seething at the ridiculous price. I could never tell Grimmjow any of this without wanting to faint in embarrassment. But still, it'll be nice to know that he's at work thinking of me… and getting horny. Just the mere thought of Grimmjow receiving her naughty pictures and him taking pictures of her in return had Nelliel whimpering in arousal.
She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth when Apache's voiced released her from her dirty fantasies. "Nel, what's wrong? Why'd you yell just now?"
All the women present were suddenly standing by Nelliel's side, concern for their friend across each of the girls' faces. Mila-Rose eyed the sales tag and scowled in disgust at the price. "Well no wonder you through a fit, Nel! Why would you pay this much money just to get freaky with your man?" She hollered in the store.
Several patrons turned their heads in Mila-Rose's direction, which caused Apache to yell equally as loud at the obnoxious dark-skinned woman. "You stupid bitch! Everyone in Karakura doesn't need to know about Nel's sex life! Why don't you get a clue?"
"Who are you calling 'stupid', dumbass?" Mila-Rose shot back even louder. "You're yelling, too!"
"Both of you are acting really ignorant right now," Sun-Sun looked at her friends while covering her mouth to keep her chuckles inside. "Nel is embarrassed as it is. Don't you think it would be wise to keep quiet about her sex life with Grimmjow? It's not her fault she doesn't have enough money to buy that thing so he can fuck her senseless."
Oh just kill me now, Nelliel mentally whined and crossed her hazel eyes in humiliation. And did Sun-Sun have to say that so casually?
"Stay out of this, Sun-Sun!" Apache and Mila-Rose shouted at the raven-haired woman. "This had nothing to do with you!"
"Enough, all three of you." Hallibel interceded and rested her hand on her best friend's shoulder. "You didn't tell me you and Jaegerjaquez were getting busy…" She whispered in Nelliel's ear in a sing-song voice. "You're holding out on me, Nel."
Releasing a frustrated sigh, the young woman turned away from the mannequin and lowered her head to avoid the curious stares of the nosy customers in the store. "Grimmjow and I aren't 'getting busy'." Oh how I wish we were… "I just… I saw that…"
"Ohh… I get it," Mila-Rose's hand rested on Nelliel's other shoulder as she gave the sea-green-haired woman a wicked grin. "You wanna use that sparkly shit to get him to fuck you like crazy, huh?"
"Mila-Rose," Hallibel scolded—yet mentally cheered—her close friend. "I think you've said enough for today."
Could this day get any worse? Nelliel's face heated in a dark blush at the things her friends were saying. She knew they were looking out for her, she just wished they would be a bit more discreet about it.
"It's been two months and I've been thinking that it's time, y'know," Nelliel finally spoke after several minutes of silence. "I know I'm ready and all, but I wanted our first night to be special… memorable."
"You sound like a shitty romance novel," Apache sourly replied with a roll of her eyes.
Sun-Sun gave the outspoken woman a pinch on her cheek, "Please continue, Nel. Just ignore Miss Can't-Get-Any here."
"However," Nelliel rolled her eyes and grinned, trying her best to not laugh at Apache's joke. I do sound like a shitty romance novel. "We've been so busy lately with our jobs and all. I finally managed to get this weekend off, and I know Grimmjow sets his own hours, but I wanted to surprise him when he got home this evening."
At that precise moment Nelliel had the attention of all the women surrounding her while she told of her plans with her boyfriend on their anniversary. "I had everything set—in my mind—and when I saw this set," she motioned with her hand towards the lingerie, "I knew it would be perfect for tonight! But it's so expensive…" Nelliel's shoulders lowered, sagging in disappointment. "I guess I'll just have to find something else."
"You don't have to," Hallibel reassured her best friend and reached for the lingerie set hanging with the other sets. "Leave everything to me. You should enjoy your night with Jaegerjaquez exactly the way you planned it, Nel. I'll buy this for you."
Nelliel's golden eyes brightened in excitement before she launched herself at her best friend and gave Hallibel an almost strangling hug. "Thank you so much!" Releasing her best friend, Nelliel looked her in her emerald eyes, "I promise you I'll pay you back! You don't have to worry about—"
"Don't worry about it," Hallibel waved her hand in Nelliel's face, dismissing her rant. "Just go home and get everything ready, just the way you planned it. I'll take care of the rest."
"Okay, and thanks again, Tia!" Nelliel waved at her friends before she rushed out of the lingerie shop.
As Hallibel purchased the set along with some melon-scented body spray, she heard Mila-Rose in the background, "You're willing to pay all that money just to get Nel laid?"
"Heh," blonde chuckled as she left the store with her friends. "It's been far too long for Nel. She needs some dick to loosen her up a bit. I'll gladly help in any way I can."
"You naughty, naughty woman…" Sun-Sun giggled and everyone else joined in with the deviant and childish bout of laughter.
. . . . .
Next chapter: Grimmjow and Nelliel kindly share glasses of lemonade with us. Which would you prefer? The watered-down beverage or the extra-thick, super-concentrated syrup?
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