The sash of the lieutenants badge was pulled tight, grinding his wrists together and straining the muscles in his arms. As he shifted in an attempt to find a relief from the slight sting, he spoke calmly and playfully, as if he wasn't being tied up to an almost painful extent.
"Oi, Yachiru-chan, don't be so rough. I bruise easily."
She quickly silenced Gin with a smack across the cheek, more then pleased when his skin flushed and began to swell slightly. "Your not suppose to talk! I told you so!"
Much to her surprise, he laughed. "Yachiru-chan, your the beginnings of a dominatrix, for sure."
She smacked him across the other cheek.
"If you talk again, I'm getting a stick to hit you with." Yachiru commanded, her voice laced with the same malice of a little girl getting revenge on the playground bullies.
Gin momentarily played with the thought of doing as she said, being a good little submissive for her obviously demanding nature, but he quickly decided that it wouldn't be quite as fun that way. "So, how is Zaraki taichou anyway?"
He wasn't at all surprised when the branch whipped across his face, cutting in with enough force to break the skin and leave a bleeding slash running from his left ear to the bridge of his nose. As the crimson liquid dripped down his chin his tongue darted out to taste a bit, the smallest of moans rising from his throat.
Yachiru smirked, free hand going to her hip while the other, still holding the branch, remained poised in the air to strike him again if need be. "Are you going to listen to me now?"
The smile on his lips pulled the skin of his face tight, the sound of his blood splattering on the wooden floor loud in the otherwise silent room. "Of course, mistress ..."
FIN
Wow ... Yachiru X Gin. I never imagined I'd ever write something like this ... and the title? Yeah, the part of me that resembles Gin came up with it.