Anko POV

I'm sad that Ibiki is going to be gone for a few days, but that's not going to stop me from having fun with him now. I love when it's my turn to be the Dom and having Ibiki helpless under my fingers is one of the best feelings ever; I am so excited. I grab his hand, jumping off of his lap, and drag him up to our bedroom. First I take the blankets and pillows off of the bed, throwing them into the corner, leaving just the waterproof mattress cover on the bed, Ibiki enjoys as much pain as I want to give him and that means there's going to be a lot of blood, and for some reason, I foolishly don't have black bedclothes, so they would stain. Why don't I have more sensible bedclothes? Wait; am I really getting distracted from sex thinking about blankets? What the hell?

I push Ibiki down on the bed and get out all of the implements I intend to use, black silk rope, a whip, and my kunai of course. He looks excited and like he's accepting a challenge, which in a way he is, I'll have him crying and begging before we're done here, well, I'll try anyway, we don't have nearly enough time to make that a certainty. And I'll get to add pretty fresh cuts to his beautiful scars, and get to taste his delicious blood; it's almost enough to make me cum just thinking about it.

"A whip, kunai, and rope, I'm excited," he smiles, eyes dancing challengingly, just daring me to try to break him.

I can't help but giggle at him, I occasionally giggle at inappropriate times and during sex is one of them, especially like this.

"Don't worry sweetie, we'll soon change your attitude," I say, still laughing.

He grins, ready for our game.

"Strip, or are you going to force me to make you?" I order him, giggling.

While he would by no means count as submissive, he usually does what I tell him to in these scenarios. The ways he does it always makes it clear that he doesn't believe I'm worth resisting and it drives me crazy, which I'm sure is the idea, so I'll hurt him more. My Domming isn't as structured as his, so it's a bit harder to intentionally get punished.

When he starts removing his clothing, I just sit back and watch, I love his body and it's exciting to see if bared one bit at a time. He has so many scars; he's been through so much ineffective torture. He removes all of them except his gloves and hitai-ate, just like he always does.

"All of your clothes, Ibiki," I smile at him, grabbing the whip threateningly.

He grins and moves deliberately slowly that way I know he's not at all afraid of the whip and is merely doing what I ask because it's more convenient. He slowly pulls off his gloves, then his hitai-ate.

I pick up a length of rope and gesture for him to come to me; he does so smiling nonchalantly.

I motion for him to turn around and once he's done so, I pull his arms behind his back. I first tie his wrists together, with the middle of the rope resting there, then wind it over his arms, tying it at each cross, until his shoulders are pulled back as far as possible and he can't move his arms at all. He slightly sets his jaw, letting me know that that hurts as much as it's supposed to.

"Don't worry, even this preparation will get worse," I giggle as I push him down on the bed, so he's lying on his arms, hurting his shoulders more and forcing him to keep tense if he doesn't want to make the pain fairly severe.

He keeps his body tense and glares at me, making me even more amused. I take two more lengths of rope and tie his ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed.

"Ready to start, Ibiki?" I smile at him, grabbing a kunai.

"I thought you were the one in charge here? Or are you really that bad at it?" he teases, grinning.

He's already started the inane disrespect, well, it's okay, he'll pay. I laugh and start tracing the kunai over his skin, not quite deep enough to draw blood at first. Ibiki is a master of psychological torture, so it's really completely useless to try to have a psychological component to this, so I don't draw this bit out long.

I hold the kunai to his throat, and carefully slice through his skin. Then I lick at the bleeding cut, sucking to get more blood. This is enough to get him visibly aroused. I smile at this. I sit back, dragging the kunai down his chest, opening a beautiful cut, blood welling up, and then trickling down over his skin.

"Already, Ibiki? Well, since you clearly want attention paid here, I guess I'll give that to you," I say, as I wrap my hand around the most sensitive part of his anatomy, pumping up and down, roughly enough to have pleasure mixing with pain.

He arches back, instinctively wanting to buck his hips, but finding it impossible and wanting to get away from the pain, thus hurting his shoulders more. I continue this until I can tell he's really close to cumming, and then stop entirely.

"Not yet, Ibiki," I giggle at his indignant expression.

"Damn it, Anko," he growls at me, for stopping like that.

"Aw, are you mad at me, Ibiki?" I say, voice dripping with sarcastic sympathy.

I grab the whip and bring it down hard over his stomach, and to his eternal credit, he doesn't flinch at all. The bright red welt rising over the layers of scars on his tanned skin looks beautiful and I want to add more. I quickly swing the whip over and over again, tearing swashes of color into the canvas of skin, As the red lines pile up, all my emotionally immovable koi does is slightly tense his stomach muscles.

After I set the whip aside, I kneel between his legs and gently stroke over his cock with both hands, getting him good and aroused. Then I lean down and swirl my tongue over the tip of it, then licking up and down the shaft, driving him crazy by being too gentle.

"Anko, come on!" he demands, making a half assed attempt to soften it.

"Aw, is it too hard to wait, Ibiki?" in the same mocking tone.

"Goddamn it! Please?" he asks, this is as close to submission as I'm likely to get as we don't have countless hours to work on it.

"Okay, but remember, you asked for it," I say, laughing evilly.

I climb on top of him, straddling over his hips, and slowly slide myself down over his cock, he starts to thrust up, to speed up the process, but I move back.

"No, Ibiki, I'm the one in control here," giggling and pushing down on his shoulders, causing him severe pain.

I rock my hips back and forth against him, quickly, hands braced on his chest, pushing him back against his arms with each thrust forward. This combination of pleasure and pain proves to be the best one and I'm soon rewarded with him tumbling over the edge into orgasm. I stop and check to see if he wants to continue into over stimulation, a bit of communication we have down to me raising my eyebrows. He shakes his head, so I get off of him and start untying the ropes.

Once he's free, he rolls his shoulders back and forth, working out the stiffness and pulls me close. He lies back on the bed and snuggles me close to him, merely holding me for a moment. Then he sweetly kisses my lips and runs his hands over my body, coming to rest at the still wet and aching for more region between my legs.

"You haven't gotten to cum yet, may I?" he asks, hovering just over my sexy bits.

I smile and shift into his hand, all pretext of power exchange dropped, and this merely being my koi and me together.

He slips two fingers inside me, and curls them up, sliding them past each other. I rock my hips against his hand, wanting more than this gentle stimulation. He smiles and obliges, adding a third finger and going harder. He brings his mouth down to kiss my neck, making me shiver. He bites down and starts making a love bite at the exact moment that he adds his fourth finger and goes hard enough to really hurt, forcing inside up to his palm. The combination of pleasure and pain sends me over the edge and I orgasm in my lovers' arms.

He snuggles me closer and brushes my hair out of my face.

"I love you, Anko. I'll miss you," he smiles at me.

"I love you, and I'll miss you as well, Ibiki," I tell him, nuzzling in to savor a few minutes of closeness before he leaves.