A/N: Just a little something that started out as a drabble and ended up rather long... ^^ One of the drabbles I wrote that's going towards a challenge I put on myself. It's Gin/Momo because, even though Momo is my favorite character, I so enjoy torturing her.

Taste

Shallow cuts. Just enough to raise those lovely red beads out of her skin.

Ichimaru Gin still loved the taste of copper on her skin even after all the "sessions" Aizen allowed him to have with her. True, she was a little small for him after Rangiku and he had found himself ignoring his little pet when the healing ryoka arrived, much to Ulquiorra's annoyance.

But now… Aizen had ordered that the odd orange haired girl be distracted only by his ever loyal Espada and he had to make up for lost time with his lovely little pet.

"So breakable…"

He trailed Shinsou down her chest, using the dull side of the sword, stopping briefly to trace the scar on her chest.

"I would have loved to have been the one to break ya… unfortunately Aizen claimed ya for his own.."

He slid Shinsou down her stomach, turning it to leave a long, thin cut leading down to her bellybutton. He leaned down, dipping his tongue into her bellybutton before sliding it up the cut.

"Ne, Hinamori-chan? Who would ya have preferred?"

At the silence he began running the sword down her thigh, cutting her not far from her crotch. When he lowered his mouth to this cut, he sucked at it instead. He had found out early on that Hinamori's mind easily mixed up pain and pleasure and, though he rarely did things to please her, he found an incredible enjoyment in this. His grin widened.

"Ah, I won' make ya choose."

He continued trailing the dull side down her leg.

"And, don' misunderstand me, Izuru was quite enjoyable. Much too easy to break, however."

His grin lessened slightly.

"Won't ya talk to me, Hinamori-chan?"

His grin returned tenfold when he was responded to with a muffled shout. His attention sharply moved to her face.

"Sorry, I forgot."

Hinamori's eyes were red, her cheeks covered with lines of dried tears. The ball gag in her mouth was inhibiting her speaking. He brushed the tip of his sword dangerously close to her crotch. Gin chuckled when she tensed.

"Saa… ya don' really think I'm that cruel, do ya?"

He picked up Shinsou's sheath and slid the sword inside of it. He set it down and leaned over her. He ran his hand over her hair softly. Hinamori made the mistake of relaxing and, within a second of seeing the change in her expression, Gin's fingers grabbed at her hair and pulled it hard. When she cringed in pain, he leaned down to speak in her ear.

"Didn' Aizen-sama ever pull ya hair like that? Moanin' your name, ne, Hinamori-kun? … Saa.. Maybe I am bein' too rough with ya."

He removed his fingers from her hair. He settled between her legs, caressing the cut on her inner thigh. He moved her hips, pulling her onto his lap and causing her arms - bound tightly with rope - to be turned awkwardly. When he forced himself into her, he was disappointed at the muffled sound he was met with. His hand moved behind her head to the tie on the gag.

"Scream for me, Hinamori-chan."