Sorry that took me so long. I've actually had far more than this done for a long time. I have been conflicted regarding whether I want to take this to the M rating or not. That probably seems like a small thing to many, however, who knows who may google you and come up with this. These stories are screaming in my mind to be written, however, and they just will not be denied. So the next chapter will be M, sorry. Thanks for the reviews, they really are an incredible encouragement to me.
"Bad nii-sama! You made me forget what I was doing ..." Rukia stepped back to stand by Renji, petting his hair as he leaned on her side. Byakuya scrambled to his feet and resumed his place behind her, somehow managing to look perfect once again. Rukia considered while tapping her booted toe.
"Ah yes! Nii-sama, turn up slave's riatsu-inhibiting collar. That thing is not working nearly good enough."
"My mistress," Byakuya reverently began, fiddling with the switches on the jeweled collar on Ichigo's neck, "it is almost at full strength. May I have Urahara design a stronger one?"
Rukia scratched under her crown absently with her free hand. "Yeah, and have my jeweler design me a new crown while you're at it. This ones's too heavy and scratchy."
"Same colors, my mistress?"
"You know, I've been thinking about trying something in green."
"Yes, my mistress."
"Oh, and have designs for slave's new collar in either red or some kind of yellow stones. I think that those might be better colors on him."
"Of course, my mistress."
During this exchange, Ichigo scowled absently and scratched his chest where the last of the welts were disappearing, the sparkling, silver chains that connected the beautifully engraved cuffs on his wrists and ankles jingled with the movement.
"You!" Rukia screeched at Ichigo, hands back on her hips. Ichigo turned his scowl towards her. She pointed a long, purple sparkly nail at him and walked towards him until it was poking into his chest. She leaned her face close to his.
"Why the fuck is it so fucking hard to hurt you?!" She screamed in his face. A drop of blood dripped down from the spot her nail poked him on. Suddenly, she tweaked his nipple with her other hand as hard as she could.
"AAAAAAAAAAACK!" Ichigo screamed at the top of his lungs.
Rukia burst out laughing.
"Slave, you are so much fun to play with!" She grinned, inches from his nose, at his deep scowl. His scowl wavered almost imperceptibly. She laughed again and bent her head and slowly licked up the tiny trail of blood on his chest, lightly licking the already healed cut her fingernail had made. His scowl faded as she straightened and laughed in his face again. Rukia leaned forward and bit his lower lip hard, caressing the side of his face with one hand. Pulling back, she laughed lightly at his passionate stare. She smacked him twice with the whip again and tossed it over her shoulder. Byakuya ran over to pick it up.
She climbed over onto Ichigo's back.
"Rise," she ordered imperially, "I'm hungry, let's go eat." Ichigo stood and they walked in line out of the room, with Byakuya smoothly opening doors for them. Rukia alternately pulled Ichigo's hair, kicked him with her boots, or bit him as walked, laughing as he emitted a variety of yelps and mumbled curses. As they arrived in the dining room, Ichigo was almost wrestling Rukia to prevent her from kicking him in the balls with her heavy shoes. At her "Down!" command, he breathed a sigh of relief. She giggled softly and pinched his side hard as she slid off his back.
