The metal ring

Disclaimers- still hold I claim nothing
Summary- This story is pure kink. And yet I haven't gotten to the sex yet.
A/N- the PoV changes midway.


I could hear his foot steps as he walks around me like a hawk circling it's prey. I could feel the sweat roll down my back. I am waiting. He tilts my head up with one finger.
"Sweetness, you know the rules of my game." I simply nod.
He tells them to me again I guess to be sure."Frist once I start I will not stop until I am finished with you unless you say your safe word, however if you decide to use your safe word the game ends and I will not start it again." he takes a breath and then continues. " Second, you will do everything say if you do not you will be punished as I see fit."
"Please" I beg with my voice, my body and my eyes. He walks behind the chair and unties my wrists, he then hands me the leather strap and the material that was used as a gag. I slowly stand up and I am about to question him. I open my mouth.
"Unless you plan place those pretty lips around my cock, there really isn't any reason your mouth should be open", he says with out a smile. I open my mouth a bit more, letting my tongue roll over my bottom lip then I flick it up to touch my top lip.
He growls quickly losing what little patience and control he might of had. "Go. Now." he pants.
I walk back into the living room and unzip the black bag. I have an idea what is in the bag but the whole thrill of seeing it always turn me on. This is our third time playing. Everytime it is different, last time every thing was shiny and black with handcuffs and a gag. The frist time I wore a loose gray shirt and faded pair ofblue jeans. Strips of torn fabrics were used as both a blindfold, a gag and to bind me. This time it a long white shirt, and a collaspable bar plus the leather strap and strip of fabric he gave me. I dig around in the bag to make sure nothing else was left in side and discover a piece of paper. It is a note, most definatly written by Hiei. It is instuctions of the desired set-up and directions on the usage of the metal ring.
"You have until I finish this." he holds up a pint of icecream then walk back into the kitchen.
I slip on the white cotton shirt and inspect the other items in the bag. Figuring it will take Hiei roughly fifteen minutes to finish, I begin the task of getting ready. Difficult yes but oh God will it be worth it.The hard part is decided if I should put the blindfold on after tie myself up or before I start.
I am sitting in the kitchen, completly aware what was going on in the other room. I almost have to smile because I know what he is going through trying to get ready. I scrap the side of the carton trying to get every last drop. I can hear Kurama in the other room shuffling around and cursing once in a while. I figure he decided to put the blindfold around his neck and pull it up after he had strapped him self in unforunatly that meant a breif moment of unsupervised supension. "Times up", I say to myself as I walk to the garabage can and toss the empty carton in.. I walk in to the living room and I am greeted with a most beautiful site. Kurama is dressed in a simple white shirt just long enough to cover everything but just . His wrists are bounded tightly with the leather strap the tails ends run through the metal ring then down to his ankles. One strap wraps around one ankle then threads throught the bar feeding through a one directional feeder. The other ankle is bounded the same way. His hair is slick down with sweat from all of his efforts, and a white blindford covers his eyes. His body is strecthed his long legs are spread beacause of the bar betwwen them and he is balancing on the balls of his feet. The leather was barely long enough for his to get into this current postion. I finally walk over to him after just staring at him for what seemed like forever. I slowly walk around him letting my finger graze his body his reponse is more than empressive.
However the setup is not as impressive, I push the button on the bar collasping it. The added slack inables him so stand flat foot on the ground. I can hear him swallow. I already know what he is nervous about, he is wondering if the game is still on, since a rule has been broken. Improper set-up. I pull his head down and place my lips on his ear and whisper, "Tell me how you want it."
"Anyway you want to give it to me," he moans.
"Exactly." I reply. He is completely delighted at the simply fact I still intended to play.
I inspect the rest of his work, over all it is good but the slack in the leather simply will not be tolarated and will not go unpunished. Rules are rules. I reach up and pull down a section and tie a knot into it picking up the slack, then return the bar to it's extended postion. Once I am finished, I stand up and slap him across the face. Warning him next time he isn't completly ready the punishment will be a lot worse. Kurama licks his lip and his tongue catches the small drop of blood slowly seeping out of the small cut on it. I step back and smiles as Kurama tries to keep his footing now that only his toes are touching the ground. He sucks his bottom lip drawing as much blood from it as he can. I pull his sidelocks making him lose his balance and fall foward. His arms are now pulled up and behind him and his ankles are pulled up behind him. The quick shift of postion has caused him to swing a bit. I catch him midswing . I grab his face and lick his still bleeding lip then begins the suck on it twice as hard as making him swirm and pant unconablyably. I let up on his lip and he immedately starts on my bottom lip sucking and nibbling at it.
"If you need somethng to suck on, I could provide you with something that has more subtance." I say as I pull back just out of reach. Kurama wants to lean foward to get his mouth on me but the angle and strain is to much. I walk behind him and grab him by the hips digging my nails into the flesh dragging them over his hips and down his backside leaving eight welts four on each side. Kurama almost cries out from the burning sentation left by the raised rows of skin. He twist and thra aro around throwing his head back and bending his knees foward so that he flips himself over. The sound of my zipper going down resounates though the quietness of the apartment. Kurama hones in on the sound, smiles, licks his lips in anticapation and waits. I step closer. His mouth opens. Before he can inhale his mouth is filled with something more subtantance then his bottom lip, just like I promised. He hums with delight. I groan with pleasure as I slide in and out the mouth of a bounded and quite willing mate or at least one who couldn't fight. Grabbing his ears as I thursts deeper in to his mouth completely afixiated on the sight of his throat as it pulsates during a muscle spasm. I can hear him start to gag so I ease up abit but I am so close. My climax hits and Kurama drinks the thick fluid as it shoots to the back of his throat nursing the now softening member for every drop. Satisfied I pull out and finish removing my pants. I wipe two fingers over Kurama wet lips, he automatically opens his mouth allowing my fingers to play on his tongue. I remove my fingers and slowwly walk behind him. Dragging my wet fingers over the backs of his thighs and over his exposed stomache completly avoiding the one spot was aching to be touch.
"Please" Kurama begs tring to get more contact with the fleeting fingers.
"Say another word and I will gag you. Not another sound untl I say other wises." I hiss in his.f§ .