Shuu-kun is a Slut

Whipped

Pairing/s: Shuu/Ran
Summary: Shuuhei hated doing it, but she was his queen, and he would do anything for her. Anything.
Rating: M
Warnings: BDSM
Status: Complete

*****

He hated doing this to Rangiku.

“Please, Master, one more.”

He hated hurting her, hated marking her flawless skin with his whip.

“Thank you, please, one more.”

He hated the angry red welts he had put on her ass and thighs, hated the small moans of pain she made as he once again brought the whip down on her flesh.

“Please… please…”

She was a whimpering, quivering mess. Her hands were fisted tight in the futon as she knelt on her hands and knees and raised her ass up to him. Her backside was almost entirely covered in marks, both from his hands and from his whip. Her lips were bruised and swollen from her biting it to keep from screaming, and her gorgeous body was covered with a fine sheen of sweat. There were bruises on her arm from when he had grabbed her to shove her into position earlier. All he wanted to do was stroke her, soothe her, and make the pain go away. But no, she didn’t want that. She wanted pain. She was his queen, and he would do anything for her. Anything. So he gave it to her, even if he hated it.

“AH! Shuuhei, it hurts so much! Please…”

“What did you call me?” Her eyes widened in fear at his stern tone. He hated using that voice. He hated seeing that look.

“Master. I’m so sorry master. Please, punish me…”

He brought the whip down harder, his lips thinning as she cried out. He hated that sound—the sound of the crack of leather mixed with her cries of pain. But she wanted more, he could tell.

“Can you take any more, slut? Or is that all?” he asked, caressing her heated flesh with the leather.

“I…n- yes master, I can. I can take all you give me.”

“Good. Brace yourself, slut.”

He hit her again and again, watching her heavy breasts swing with each blow. It was an erotic, hypnotizing sight, and even if he hated doing this, he couldn’t help his body’s reaction to it. By now, Rangiku was sobbing, tears running freely down her face as he whipped her mercilessly. When no skin on her thighs and buttocks remained unmarked, he stopped.

“You’ve been good, very good. Good whores should be rewarded, right?” he said, slowly running the whip up and down her wet slit. She nodded. “What does my little pet want?”

“Yes, thank you master, thank you…I want anything my master wants to give me,” she managed to choke out through the tears and gasps of pain.

Now this, this was the part he loved.

He striped down until he was naked, and knelt behind her. He kissed her abused flesh all over then rubbed some of the healing cream he got from the 4th division onto it, stroking, soothing. He turned her around so she lay on her back—she whimpered a little at her weight being placed on her bruised parts—and continued stroking her core with the whip, occasionally giving her hard nub a gentle flick. He loved her moans of pleasure whenever he did that.

"Please, master, please..."

He loved it when she begged. He loved it when she was hot, wet, and ready for him. But he loved it more when she was wild with need. He took the whip away from her center and brought it up to her breast, flicking her pert nipples with them until they were hard as bullets. She groaned in frustration.

"Patience is a virtue," he teased, as he bent his head down to her breast, tracing his tongue around one hard nub. He ran the whip slowly over the other one.

"Please let me...let me...OH YES!" she exclaimed as he gently bit on one nipple, then the other. Her breasts were incredibly sensitive and he could make her come this way if he wanted, but he wasn't quite done with her yet. He abandoned them, wringing yet another frustrated groan from her. He kissed and licked his way down her stomach, settled between her thighs, and gave her bud a little lick. She moaned and clamped her thighs around his head.

"Please, master, Shuuhei, please!" she screamed, writhing against him. He thrust a finger into her wetness as he licked at her sensitive point, making her writhe some more and press against him desperately. He added another finger and started punging in and out of her. He loved hearing her gasps and moans getting faster and faster. He loved the wild way she moved under him.

Rangiku let out a high pitched wail as she came, and at the same time, Shuuhei thrust himself up into her, wrapping her legs around his shoulders as he did so. He didn't even let her come down from her high; he pounded into her violently, his chest slapping into her still raw skin, his fingers digging sharply into her hips and giving her the mix of pleasure and pain she so craved. Soon enough, she was quaking and screaming his name beneath him, her body wracked with another incredible explosion, and Shuuhei wasn't far behind, slamming into her a just few more times before letting out a guttural groan as he came.

*****

They lay tgether for a while, spooning, as Shuuhei caressed her ass, which was still quite red. Rangiku turned to him.

"Shuuhei?"

"Hmmm?"

"That was fucking amazing. I don't think I'll be able to sit at all at the fukutaicho meeting tomorrow."

"Sorry 'bout that," he replied sleepily, as he started nodding off.

"'Kay, now can you get me some cold sake?" she said, poking him awake.

"Sure thing. We’re out, so I have to go buy it from the store. Want anything else?" he asked as he stood up, yawning and stretching. He rummaged around the floor for his clothes and pulled them on.

"Hmm, I want some ampan. Oh, and some yakimochi and dried persimmons too. And some of Orihime-chan’s matcha, chocolate, and natto ice cream, if she still has some."

"I have to go to the human world for the ice cream, so I don't think I can..." Shuuhei started, grimacing at the thought of how matcha, chocolate and natto would taste like together. Rangiku pouted. "I meant, I don't think I can do that first, since it will melt. I'll get the other stuff first then go down there to get your ice cream." She nodded and smiled.

"Ok, then, if that’s all, ittekimasu," he said, as he contemplated how to get the ice cream back to Seireitei without it melting. Maybe he’d ask Hitsugaya-taicho or Rukia to help him out. Nah. They’d probably run away in horror once he mentioned Orihime’s food.

"Itterasshai, oh wait, Shuu-chan, get me an ice pack first."

"Yes dear."

In bed, he may be the one doing the whipping, but out of it, he was the one who was whipped. And he didn't want it any other way.

*****

A/N: So Shuuhei has a HUGE crush on Rangiku and does everything for her, and if they ever have a relationship, she’d probably hold all the power out of bed. But maybe, just maybe, she likes relinquishing that power once they're in bed.

Hope y'all enjoyed this little fic, and if you liked it, please r&r! Stay tuned for the next one, it's gonna be ShuuKira.