Anko POV
I'm lying on my bed, my wrists bound together with black silk rope, totally naked; Morino Ibiki is standing by my bed, smiling sadistically. It's his turn to be the Dom and I know he's going to make the most of the opportunity of having me helpless and splayed out beneath him. The room is dimly lit to add to the disturbing atmosphere, and the bed is stripped down to the water proof mattress cover, no sense in staining my bed clothes with the inevitable spilled blood and cum. Various implements for causing pleasure and pain are sitting on the table at Ibiki's disposal. Neither of us is at all submissive, and that's just the way we like it. Taking turns doing our best to break each other, knowing that we never will be able to, but we both find that having someone who's so naturally dominant on their knees before us, it's just so pleasing, almost orgasmic by itself. Being the one being controlled is interesting to say the least, trying my hardest not to break, even under such a master, as Morino Ibiki, is thrilling. I never know if he'll having me crying and begging or if I'll be able to handle it, it's a toss up every time. Beyond that, Ibiki is my best friend and having sex with him is extremely enjoyable; he knows just what to do to make me scream, in pleasure, pain, or both, and twisted as I am, I love every second of it.
Now Ibiki, fully clothed at this point in our tryst to emphasize the power exchange and make me feel even more vulnerable, runs his still gloved hands over my body, he'll keep the gloves on until I take them off of him, he's still self conscious about the scars on them, he keeps his hitai-ate on for the same reason. He doesn't stay in any one place too long; he starts at my hair, pulling the clip out of my ponytail. He runs his fingers through my dull purple hair, brushing my scalp and gently pulling it as he gets to the ends. Providing just enough sensation to start to wake my senses in earnest. Then his fingertips are caressing over my cheek, the would-be intimate gesture turning sinister, as I know he wants me hypersensitive for the pain he's going to cause. He runs his fingers over my jaw, brushing the sensitive place by my ear, and too quickly for my tastes, moving on to my neck. He gently goes over my collarbone, then over the swell of my breasts. He pauses briefly on my nipples, them already erect in anticipation of his touch, and he softly pinches them, making my breath catch in my throat.
When he moves on, I can't help but start to protest, as I'm sure he intended because nothing that happens here is an accident, but then his lips are on mine in a forceful kiss, swallowing my complaints. We rarely kiss, as friends, Ibiki simply isn't that expressive of his affection, and as lovers, well, that word implies more of a romantic connotation than exists. I suppose as friends with benefits then, we rarely have sex in a way that kisses are appropriate, we most certainly don't make love, at best we fuck. It's brutal, and painful, just how we enjoy it, and that's probably one of the reasons that we're each other's most frequent sex partner, other people just don't want it as freaky as we do. Either way, his lips suddenly on mine catch me off guard and I merely return it enthusiastically. My lips part to grant him access, his tongue slips easily between them tracing over my teeth. After I recover from the surprise, I smile into the kiss before playfully biting his lower lip, drawing blood. My punishment is swift and fitting, he sinks his teeth into my lip on about the same spot, biting down and pulling back, opening a large cut. Our blood mingles in our mouths and that is heavenly.
He pulls away to regain composure and lack of so intimate involvement; he then trails his hands over my stomach, and then hips. He slides his hand and gently pinches the most sensitive bit, nestled between the folds of skin he uses his other hand to move, leaving me fully exposed. It swells up, fully aroused, under his fingertips and my face flushes as a wave of pleasure crashes over me. When he moves away again, I try to shift back into his hands in spite of myself and he laughs at me.
"Now Anko-chan, you wouldn't be forgetting who's in control here, would you?" he chuckles, as always phrasing it in terms that provide me the answer, ever the interrogator, he sits down on the edge of the bed.
My stomach clenches as I anticipate his response, and heat spreads from my lower abdomen to the now soaking region between my legs. He grabs my wrists by the rope that's binding them, and hauls me up, and over his lap, using his great height to his advantage in easily moving me. He lets me rest a moment there, lying across his lap, stomach over his thighs, to build anticipation. Knowing what's coming, the moment he raises his hand, I flinch involuntarily, he laughs as his large hand comes down, hard, on the underside of my bottom leaving a brilliant, red handprint. He spanks evenly, alternating placement of slaps to cover my entire bottom and thighs, not hesitating for a moment and only increasing in force. With other people you might hope they'd slack off a bit when their hand starts hurting, but Ibiki loves to experience pain together, something about understanding each other better. He continues this humiliating punishment until my bottom and thighs are scarlet and I'm squirming in pain across his lap. Causing me this much pain is definitely arousing for him, I can feel him getting hard through his pants, not that he reacts directly to that either.