The interrogation ward was no place for those with weak stomachs. It took mountains of mental and emotional fortitude to survive working in such a place.

Ibiki could withstand this burden for months on end however, he did have a threshold, not that many people knew about it. When this burden surpassed his threshold there was only one way in which he could find catharsis.

Ibiki took extra care in unlocking the door, not wishing to make any extra noise. Doing so would wake his girlfriend if she happened to be sleeping, which she probably was at this hour. One by one his clothes hit the floor, creating a trail from the front door to the bedroom's threshold. There Ibiki stood in the doorway naked and gazed at his sleeping lover.

She was beautiful, the epitome of perfection. Her skin was scarred but only in a way in which enhanced her beauty. She had fallen asleep, stomach down, on top of the covers wearing nothing but a pair of white panties. His eyes roved over feminine slopes, her pink hair creating a halo surrounding the sweetest face in all of Konoha.

Carefully he crawled onto the mattress and began with her feet. They were so petite in his large scarred hands, Ibiki admired them as he worked the insoles with firm but gentle strokes. Next he traveled up her calves, kissing the back of her left knee, a scar where an enemy had tried to incapacitate her ability to escape. Higher and higher he caressed and kissed until he reached the perfection that was her posterior.

She would never know that he had once overheard a group of drunken Anbu unanimously agree that, out of all the Kunoichi currently in Konaha's arsenal, Sakura Haruno had the nicest derrière.

With one cheek in each hand he began to worship, manipulating the soft yet toned flesh of her backside through the white cotton of her panties. The hitch in her breath and the ever so slight tensing of her shoulders let him know that at last his attentions had woken her.

"Biki?" she sleep murmured, turning slightly in attempt to catch sight of him out of the corner of her eye.

"Mmmm..." he acknowledged, placing a teasing kiss to her tailbone.

In response Sakura tried to squirm away in order to flip over, a motion Ibiki did not allow her to follow through.

"What's wrong?" she asked. He never understood how she was able to do it but his girlfriend had always been able to sense his mood, even when half awake like she was now.

"Work." he responded simply, pulling on the waistband of her underwear until Sakura cooperated by lifting her hips so Ibiki could remove her only article of clothing. She was silent for a moment, clearly thinking of what could have possibly unnerved her usually strong and silent boyfriend.

"The mist kunoichi?" she finally whispered, receiving silent confirmation when he gripped her hips a fraction tighter.

It was a sensitive topic, he could not break Konoha law by speaking to her about confidential interrogations. Instead Ibiki "forgot" and would leave out certain files on their coffee table from time to time. Sakura, with her photographic memorization skills, would take a peek at said files before replacing everything exactly the way she had found it. It was not an ideal or even completely legal system of communication but it worked for them.

Typically when it came to rogue kunoichi it was almost always the case that an authoritative male figure physically and/or sexually abused them during early childhood. This was a weakness that Ibiki often had to exploit in order to find out what he needed to know and it often made him feel just as bad as the perpetrator.

Hence her boyfriend's needy mood right now.

"Ah!" Sakura gasped when Ibiki lifted her hips from behind and softly sealed his lips to her womanhood. In response she swayed her hips and moaned in approval.

"Somebody was a bad boy today." she stated, knowing this was his way of buttering her up in order to get what he needed most right now.

A punishment to ease his guilty mood. A switch to their usual gentle lovemaking.

"Enough. Release me." Sakura commanded in her most authoritative voice. She was instantly obeyed as was usual.

Turning over she saw the raw need in his eyes, it spoke of desires he would never ask for no matter how desperate he became.

Her ordering him to beg didn't count.

Sakura gave him a saucy smile, falling into her role of Dominatrix. "Alright naughty boy, go clean yourself out while I get myself ready."

Once he was given his orders Ibiki hopped to his task, disappearing into the bathroom.

Sakura gave a quick stretch before heading over to their wardrobe. A few seals later and the hidden side compartment was open. She pulled her hair up into a high pony then slipped into the under bust corset. Next came the boots, all black with red bottoms and mid-sized metal spikes on the toes. Those were Ibiki's favorite when used correctly. She grabbed the last two items before going to sit on the bed and wait for her sub to emerge.

Ten minutes later he did, completely naked with eyes low and taking his kneeling position at her feet without having to be told. Sakura hung the leather whip over his shoulders, showing him the last item by waving it in his face.

"I'm going to make you put this on me naughty boy." she teased, dropping the strap on and matching dildo into his shaking hands. "By doing so you are consenting to let me do whatever I wish with your body. By that I mean you're gong to be my little sex slut for as long as I find you entertaining. Understand?" Sakura stood and towered over her boyfriend, clearly establishing their positions.

"Yes Mistress." Ibiki agreed, already reaching to secure the strap on with practiced ease.