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You're Mine	By : kittenchild Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 19962 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter List
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Chapter Eight:
The rest of the week was absolute torture for Kagome as she scrambled to get all of her work assignments done, including the ones that were overdue. Her lips were terribly chapped and torn from her worrying on them with her teeth all the time, and dark crescent moons had taken up permanent residence under her eyes. There were some nights where she simply didn’t sleep at all, forgoing the much needed rest in favor of getting her homework done. She had only four days to get her grades up. Four days to make up on several weeks’ worth of her assignments. Slowly but surely she was catching up, surprising and delighting her teachers.
Ah, her teachers.
None of them knew what was going on in Kagome’s life. She and her mother had made the very personal decision not to share their hardships with either Kagome’s or Souta’s teachers. Souta was pulled out of school almost immediately after his diagnosis. He was currently being homeschooled and tutored through a program at the hospital. Kagome’s mother had decided to let Kagome choose whether or not this was information she wanted to share with her teachers.
It wasn’t.
Not even her friends knew about her little brother, or her sudden absence from their group. Always a vivacious and outgoing girl, when it came to personal issues Kagome was most definitely not a sharer. She was always there when her friends needed her, always ready to lend a helping hand, but something inside of her balked at the thought of sharing her own personal pain. Kagome wasn’t stupid. She had great friends, friends that cared about both her and her family. She just, for the life of her, couldn’t bring herself to tell them about what was going on.
‘Oh, yeah, hey! Guess what guys? My little brother has cancer which he might not be able to beat, we lost our family house and are now living in a run-down apartment. My grandfather is working as a greeter at Malwart, and my mom is working as a gas station attendant so that we can pay the rent and medical bills…cuz’ our insurance is shit. Oh? Me? Well, I took up stripping which was great for a while, you know, until it backfired horribly. Now I’m working at Big Al’s Diner pretty much every night except for Fridays, when I go to some eccentric billionaire’s house and become his personal fuck toy. And no, I’m not getting paid for that, he’s just blackmailing me.’
Yeah, that would be a great conversation to have with her friends. The last thing she needed right now was pitying looks. Her hands clenched into small fists at her sides. She didn’t need anyone’s pity, or anyone’s handouts. She knew some of her friends would try to help, try to offer some sort of money for Souta’s treatments. The Higurashis were proud, however, and wouldn’t accept such donations. It wasn’t as if they would be able to pay for all of it anyway. It would just be another drop in the never ending bucket that was their family’s growing debt. None of her friends came from money, their families were all middle class. With the exception, of course, of Inuyasha. But he wasn’t entitled to that wealth until he turned 21, and got a job in his father’s company. Otherwise he and his mother were given a monthly allowance. Kagome wouldn’t even dream of asking him for money, especially considering the source.
No, confiding in her friends was definitely not an option.
Her eyes narrowed in frustration, and she let out a huff of breath that blew the bangs out of her eyes.
Sesshoumaru. The bane of her existence. Part of her was tempted to let him know just how much of a rat bastard he was. Let him know what she was going through, what she was struggling with. Why she couldn’t gain the weight. Why she had been working as a stripper. Why she her grades were slipping, despite her best efforts. A large part of her was tempted to. To let him know in hopes of him…what? Releasing her? Telling her that they were even? Maybe even…feeling a little guilty about how callously he had treated her?
No. Sesshoumaru would never do it. There was no remorse in that arrogant piece of fluff. He was all hard cold business man. He wouldn’t care that she was suffering, that her family was suffering. He would see that as an excuse. And if he didn’t?
Honestly a part of her didn’t care to contemplate the repercussions of it. She didn’t want to delve too deeply into her reasons for withholding information from him. But if she were to be perfectly honest with herself? Although she hated Sesshoumaru, hated that he held something vile over her head and used it to get her to do his bidding... she would be a liar if she said she didn’t enjoy it.
Sure, she didn’t enjoy all of it. There were definitely parts that she would much rather leave behind. Like…all the kneeling? Or the anal plugs? Or the feeling of constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop? It seemed that, with Sesshoumaru, no matter what she did it just wasn’t good enough. No matter how much she submitted to him, followed his orders, bent over backwards to please him…there was always something that he found she did wrong.
Was that a second of hesitation? Looks like it’s time for a spanking.
Did you just have a muscle spasm when I told you not to move? Looks like it’s time for a spanking.
Did you just breathe too deeply? Hey, guess what time it is?
Kagome didn’t bother to hide the growl that rumbled past her lips, drawing curious stares from her fellow classmates. Sesshoumaru liked to punish her for no good reason. And sometimes? She liked it. Her face flushed with a mixture of shame and anger. Who liked being spanked until they cried? Until fat tears rolled down their cheeks and their breath came in panting gasps? What kind of person did that make her?
Kagome wondered if he had conditioned her to like this…or if she had lost her virginity with a normal man, one who wasn’t so controlling and dominant, would she be different? Would she crave normal things? Or would a part of her always longed for something else? Something darker? Something that had a little more of an edge to it?
There was no use dwelling on it, Kagome thought with a mental sigh. She would never know.
That didn’t change the fact that Sesshoumaru was becoming a major problem in her life, especially with his more recent demands. An A in every class? Sure, back in the day she would have laughed such a challenge off.
Now? Now she was struggling to raise her grades, knowing that some of them…well, some of them just weren’t going to budge so soon. Four days wasn’t enough time to change a B- to an A. And Sesshoumaru must have known that.
Kagome growled again, resisting the urge to thump her head against her desk. So far the only classes she had A’s in were P.E. and Art.
English? B-.
Math? B-.
History? B+.
Science? B- .
Latin? B.
Psychology? B+.
She had already asked for an updated progress report from all of her teachers for Friday. She had a quiz in math, as well as Latin. If she could get her grades up…she could probably avoid a good deal of punishment that was coming her way. 20 lashes per grade that was below an A? She wouldn’t be able to walk straight!
Groaning, and resigning herself to her fate, Kagome laid her head down on her desk and ignored the ever growing stares from her classmates. Instead? She took a much needed nap.
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Friday came much too quickly for Kagome’s comfort. On a positive note, she was able to go home and fall into an exhausted heap on her bed after school was let out. She took a long nap, lower lip jutting out in a uniquely sulky expression as she readied herself for the drive to Sesshoumaru’s. As always she threw on her simplest pair of jeans, a long sleeve white shirt, and her only good but faithful flannel jacket, and hit the road.
If her mother or grandfather wondered where she went every Friday night, they never said a sideways word about it to her. Perhaps they thought that Kagome worked hard, both at school and to help out the family, and she deserved a little time to herself every week. To relax, to have fun.
Too bad that relaxing and fun were the furthest things from what she was actually doing.
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Kagome shrugged her backpack over her shoulder as she began the familiar but dreaded weekly trip up Sesshoumaru’s driveway and to his front door. She paused outside, glancing down at her watch with a sigh, before knocking hesitantly at the front door. As always, it took the bastard a minute or two before he answered…as if he weren’t expecting her.
Kagome didn’t even bother to look up and meet his gaze as she crossed the threshold and set her bag down on the floor. With a heavy sigh, and without any prompting on his part, Kagome dug through her backpack until she was able to find the progress report.
Her stomach a tangle of unhappy knots, she limply handed over the report. Almost indolently Sesshoumaru snatched up the paper, unfolding it slowly as Kagome began to undress herself.
Sesshoumaru waited until the girl was completely undressed before turning his eyes to the paper. Her meekness pleased him, her downcast eyes and the slight trembling of her lower lip made the beast within him purr in contentment. That contentment vanished, to be replaced with scorn, as his eyes perused the paper.
The girl, by all means, should have straight A’s. According to that idiot of a half-brother of his, the girl had always been a model student. In fact, she had tutored Inuyasha on many an occasion when he was struggling in a particular class. But this?
The girl had four B’s. Subpar. And simply not acceptable. Nothing Sesshoumaru did or owned was subpar, and Kagome was no exception. This lack of drive would not be tolerated in the slightest. After tonight she would know that he demanded perfection in all things.
“On your knees, girl.” His words were cold, clipped. His golden eyed gaze narrowed at the hesitation in her, before she allowed her knees to bend. She bowed her head, hiding her gaze from him, trying to appear meek and submissive. The sweet tang of her anger, the thunderous pulse of her heart, perfumed the air. This show of submission was exactly that. A show. She wasn’t in the least bit remorseful for disappointing him. Sesshoumaru would be a liar if he said that he didn’t enjoy her anger, her passion. That did not mean, however, that he would tolerate it. Especially not after he had just given an order. When he heard a soft little growl spill past those pink, pretty, lips a curl of amusement touched his mouth and made his eyes glitter. His bitch was growling at him?
“Turn around, on your knees, and face the wall. You will wait there until I return.”
Sesshoumaru watched as the girl did as he bid, her jaw clenched tightly and set in a stubborn line.
Ah, that stubbornness. Despite his best efforts, and much to his delight, he was unable to beat that trait out of the girl. And he didn’t want to either. Her stubborn will and fire was what he liked most about her. It made her submission to him all the more…delicious.
He couldn’t wait for that stubborn jaw to crumple, for her lower lip to quiver as she begged for his mercy. And tonight? Oh tonight his little bitch would beg.
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Kagome stared at the wall, her gaze dark and murderous. How she wished she could just give that jerk a piece of her mind! She knew her grades weren’t great, but they weren’t that bad, all things considered. Heck, she had managed to raise her psychology and history grades to an A in a matter of four days! Most of her grades had gone up, raising from B- to B. Sure, it wasn’t the greatest achievement in her life, but it had taken a lot of work and studying in order for her grades to change in such a short time period.
She resisted the urge to growl as the cold tile bit into her unprotected knees. He had no idea what she had gone through to raise those grades, no idea what she going through now. How dare he judge her?
Kagome was so busy working herself up into a righteous fury that she didn’t hear Sesshoumaru re-enter the foyer. After all, it had been about ten minutes since he left her in her mini purgatory. She startled as something leather was slipped around her neck, and gasped as it tightened. No, it wasn’t choking her, but it was uncomfortably tight. Automatically her hands raised, going to her throat, finger tips slicking over the leather…collar?
“Hands behind your head. I did not give you permission to move. It seems as if you are begging to be punished tonight, girl.”
With lips clamped shut tight to hold back the indignant growl of anger that wanted to spill past them (he had just put a frickin’ collar on her for chrissakes!) Kagome’s hands raised to her head.
“Turn around.”
With eyes cast on the floor, Kagome shuffled awkwardly until she was kneeling before him. She glared hard at the polished shine of his shoes. The black slacks that he always seemed to wear whenever she was around. It was like the man lived in his work clothes, didn’t he know how to relax? A startled eep left her as something ‘snicked’ near her neck. It took her a second to realize that he had just attached a leash to her collar.
A leash.
Like she was some sort of animal. Embarrassment and fury welled up in her breast, and she had to close her eyes and grit her teeth to keep back the words that wanted to come rushing out. She knew that if she said anything, the leash would become a recurring part of their Friday nights.
“What’s wrong, pet? You don’t like it?” The dark humor in Sesshoumaru’s voice washed the fury away, only to be replaced by trepidation. When he took a knee, one hand smoothing over her head, only to fist in the hair at the nape of her neck, Kagome let a whimper escape. He forced her to meet his gaze, golden eyes hard and flinty as they stared down at her.
“You like to growl, hn? If you act like an animal, be sure that you will be treated like one.”
And then he pulled her hard and tight against him. His lips fell to hers, her shocked gasp at the sudden contact the only invitation he needed in order to explore her mouth with his lips and tongue. Fangs nibbled at her bottom lip, sucking and nipping as she turned liquid beneath his expert touch. The hand in her hair tightened, tilting her head back further, leaving her vulnerable as he plundered her mouth. It was a hot kiss, a claiming kiss, as her lips tentatively moved beneath his own. A growl of satisfaction left him at her response, the kiss becoming fiercer as he trailed his free hand down the side of her neck, past her collar bone, until his hot palm cupped the heavy swell of her right breast.
“Nn.” Kagome moaned as his wicked fingers began to knead the mound, fingers seeking and finding her turgid nipple. He tugged, pinched and rolled the small appendage until she grew damp between her thighs from his attentions. He didn’t wait long before he switched to the other breast, his mouth still slanted over her lips as he worked her with his teeth and tongue. When her nipples were almost painful hard, and the warmth of arousal was burning low in her belly, he pulled away from the kiss.
“And now that you are ready…” Kagome was flushed from the kiss, dazed with arousal, so she didn’t immediately react when he pulled what looked to be a the chain out of his pocket. His fingers found her nipples again, tweaking the sensitive peaks, eliciting a small moan. A moan that turned into a yelp as something hard and cold bit down into the sensitive flesh.
Shocked, Kagome glanced down at her breasts, only to see a clamp pinching down on one turgid nipple. She bit her lip, shook her head, as if that silent denial could stop what would happen next. Instead, Sesshoumaru merely chuckled darkly, attaching the second clamp to her other nipple.
“You have a nights worth of punishment ahead of you, girl. This small device is the least of your worries.”
His fingers found the small, silver chain that linked the two clamps, and he tugged gently. Kagome cried out, her hands fisting behind her head, as her nipples were pulled by the cruel torture devices. To her shock, an echoing heat built in her lower belly at each harsh tug, making the lips of her sex glisten with desire.
“Open your mouth.”
Nervous now, Kagome did as he bid, knowing any resistance on her part would only add to her “punishment”. The fact that she was being punished for something she didn’t feel she had done anything to deserve was irrelevant. When he lifted the chain, her nipples being gently tugged upward, and set it between her teeth, Kagome’s stomach lurched.
“Hold that.”
She did, hating how she must look right now. Kneeling before him, legs spread and sex glistening, with her hands behind her head, and nipple clamps attached to her breasts. She hated, even more, how a part of her was waiting for him to claim her with his mouth again, to feel his lips against her own.
“Hn.” Sesshoumaru mused,rising to his feet to stare down hard at the girl kneeling before him. Her eyes were glazed with lust and passion, her pink little lips still swollen from his kiss. The heady scent of her arousal filled the foyer, making Sesshoumaru uncomfortably hard. He had planned to spend the evening punishing her, not giving her the gift of his cock. His golden eyes narrowed at the wanton lust that colored those dark orbs.
It seemed that he would need the girl to service him before he punished her. It was a shame that he did not intend on taking that hot little sheath of hers tonight. He knew it would warm, wet, and inviting. Not to mention incredibly snug.
“Get on your hands a knees, pet.”
Reluctantly Kagome complied, hating him and herself.
He began to circle her, foot nudging her legs apart, making her expose the glistening lips of her sex.
“You like the clamps, do you?” Amusement laced his words, despite the cold manner in which they were spoken. She jerked when she felt his fingers delve into the glistening depths of her sex, barely able to hold back a moan as they began to work inside her tight sheath.
“There is much you have to atone for tonight, pet. You will be punished soundly for your paltry grades, as well as the words you spoke to me on Monday. Do you remember what they were?” When she trembled beneath his hands, her muscles clenching hard around his fingers in remembered pain, Sesshoumaru let out a cold chuckle.
“I see that you do. No, your punishment for that is far from over.”
He reached into his pocket, pulling out a length of black silk. He wasted no time in draping it over her eyes and knotting it tightly behind her head. He ignored the sudden fear that spiked the air, the way her pulse leapt about like a startled bunny rabbit.
Using his still glistening fingers, he went back to his ministrations on her sex, coating the digits in her own juices.
“Are you sorry, pet?”
“Yes, yes sir!” The girl choked the words out, her fear and arousal tangible.
“Good, very good.” And then his fingers left her sex and traveled upwards to the forbidden little bud located between the full, soft, globes of her ass. The girl whined, her hips wiggling and legs trembling, as his fingers pressed against that puckered little hole. She didn’t like anal sex, nor his fingers shoved deep in her ass, but she took it silently. For him. Her submission pleased him, as did her whines and whimpers as he worked his two fingers inside that snug channel.
Soon he would take her here, listen to her howls of pain turn to cries of ecstasy. She would fight the arousal, and that would make her orgasm all the sweeter when she came around his cock buried deep in her ass.
Reluctantly his fingers left that snug little rosebud, only to be replaced by a well slicked plug. This one was larger than the previous ones he had inflicted on her, and he enjoyed her moans and whimpers as he worked the larger plug into that tight channel. His golden gaze watched her hole stretch to accommodate the plugs girth. Her soft pleading whimpers and grunts as he slid the plug fully inside her made his hips buck on their own accord. A low growl left him, immediately silencing his little bitch as her legs twitched and shook.
He was training her ass to take his cock. Next week, perhaps, he would claim her there. A smug smile curled on his lips as he moved to stand in front of her. She was, indeed, a sight to behold. The chain was still in place between her teeth, her fully breasts swaying as she dragged in a ragged breath. Bending down, Sesshoumaru scooped up the forgotten leash, the metal in his palm warming beneath his touch.
Without a word to her he walked down the hall, pulling a startled Kagome behind him.
“You drop that chain, pet, and you can add another twenty lashes to your punishment.”
A smirk curled on his lips at her muffled whine. He was so going to enjoy turning her ass red.
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Kagome crawled after Sesshoumaru, an embarrassed blush rising to her cheeks as he led her down the hallway. She was blind, her sight stolen by the silk draped across her eyes. Her breasts ached, the nipples tender, as she carried the chain in her mouth, wincing as her breasts swung with every movement, tugging at her nipples almost painfully. Kagome’s nipples had always been sensitive, and she refused to lie to herself and say that she didn’t like this punishment. She did.
The plug in her ass, on the other hand? It was by far larger than the other ones he had used on her previously, and her hole burned and throbbed as it stretched around the intrusion. A heady mixture of fear and arousal churned in her stomach as she followed Sesshoumaru down the hallway and into the living room. The leash was pulled taut, her neck arched as she blindly followed where he led.
Hard wood gave way to plush carpet, a small reprieve for her sore hands and knees. To her surprise, however, Sesshoumaru continued walking. He was bringing her somewhere else. Somewhere she had never been before. Not the living room?
They walked for another minute or so, or rather, Sesshoumaru walked and Kagome stumbled/crawled after him. His pace was moderate, but she found herself scrambling to keep up with him, wincing as her tender nipples were pulled and jarred by the clamps around them. When he came to a sudden stop, Kagome almost sighed in relief. That is, until the distinct electronic beeps of a five digit number being keyed in set her heart to racing. There was another soft snick, the sound of a door unlocking, and then a muffled whoosh as the door slid open.
Holy crap…where was he taking her?
Sesshoumaru walked through the doorway of his playroom, a place he had not yet brought his bitch. Humans were, as a general rule, too soft to withstand the sort of play Sesshoumaru like to indulge in. So he had, up until this point, been gentle with the fragile human as he used her. Not pushing her past her own capabilities in fear of damaging her tender flesh. Humans were so delicate after all, and he didn’t want to permanently injure his little bitch.
But that had changed tonight. Now? Now Sesshoumaru was going to really play with his human.
No, he wouldn’t overly harm her. Wouldn’t cause any permanent damage to her. He would not make her bleed or scar her in anyway. But their play was going to be kicked up a notch by every conceivable stretch of the imagination.
As he walked through the portal the leash grew taught. He paused, turning to stare at his little bitch who had firmly planted herself on the ground. It was almost as if she sensed his intentions. He inhaled deeply, scenting her fear and trepidation. The spice of her arousal was slowly beginning to fade as reluctance set in. He had, after all, told her that she was to be punished tonight. Did she think he was joking?
A hard jerk on the chain sent her stumbling through the open portal. Her legs and arms began to shake as they came in contact with the rough concrete.
Hard and cold beneath her hands, Kagome trembled as she was forced to crawl across the expanse of the floor. It was cold in the room, and even through the blindfold she could tell it was dark. He came to a sudden stop, the leash growing slack. A startled cry was wrenched from her as Sesshoumaru’s hands fell to her waist, picking her bodily up. Smooth, cold, leather pressed against her stomach and chest as she was drapped over something hard. Her knees, instead of dangling, were placed on something hard. It was almost as if he had laid her top half down on a picnic table.
When she felt leather straps being tightened around her legs, that’s when Kagome began to panic.
“S-Sir, please, I don’t-“
“Silence.” The word was growled, and a sharp, stinging, slap was delivered to both her right and left ass cheeks.
“When I want you to speak ,I will give you permission to do so.”
Kagome bit down hard on her lower lip, whimpering as the straps around her legs were tightened. When Sesshoumaru’s hand fell between her shoulders, pressing her back against the smooth leather, only then did she realize she had reared up, her spine rigid with fear. Beneath his hold, however, she relaxed. She winced when more straps were tightened, this time about her waist, leaving her very little wiggle room to rear up. She was, effectively, tied down. Only her hands remained free.
A short cry of alarm left her as her top half was suddenly swung down, Sesshoumaru must have hit a lever or something to adjust the angle of the table. Instead of her head laying horizontally, her body was no angled towards the floor. A whimper escaped pas her lips as she realized how very vulnerable she was. When she felt his hands on her wrists, her heart jumped in her chest. He wasn’t going to…
Cold leather wrapped around her wrists, followed by the telling clink of chains. She jerked her hands, trying to free herself, but only succeeded in rattling her chains. He had just bound her hands to the floor, her legs wide open, and her hips to the table.
“This,” Sesshoumaru explained as his hand drifted down to pet her hair idly, “Is called a spanking horse. This particular model allows me to adjust the angle at which I leave you draped over it. Do you know why it is called a spanking horse, girl?”
Kagome swallowed thickly as his clawed hands caressed her throat and cupped her jaw.
“I think I can figure it out, sir.” She whispered the words, flinching when his fingers unexpectedly tightened on her jaw.
“That’s a smart girl.” There was a sadistic smile in Sesshoumaru’s voice. “And smart girls get good grades, don’t they Kagome?”
Kagome paused, her heart suddenly beating a rapid tattoo in her chest.
“Yes…sir.”
“Do you have good grades, girl?”
Kagome paused. She knew what he wanted to hear. But still pride had her tongue lay still in her mouth. When he growled softly at her his fingers finding the dropped chain of her nipple clamps and pulling, Kagome cried out.
“No! No I don’t, sir.”
“And are you a smart girl, Kagome?”
If she was smart, she wouldn’t be here right now. She most definitely wouldn’t have allowed him to strap her to a bench which she had no hope of escaping from without his help.
“Yes. Yes I am, sir.” Kagome ground out, furious with herself and for where he was leading this conversation.
“Ah, but you’re grades don’t reflect that now, do they?”
Kagome set her jaw into a mulish line, her hands jerking in their constraints as she wriggled on the bench, trying to free herself to no avail.
“This Sesshoumaru own only the best. The best cars, the best clothes, the best homes. I work and run the best company in Japan, and I do not accept second rate. Not from myself, and certainly not from my little…what did you call yourself? A slam slut, was it?” Here was where his voice dropped low, the growl of anger that accompanied it (so unlike his very cold demeanor) set her entire body to trembling.
“I-I’m not a slam slut, sir.” Kagome whispered, scared suddenly. Scared of what he would do to her, scared of how helpess she was. And most of all…scared that a part of her would like it.
“That’s right, you’re not a slam slut Kagome. But you are my bitch. You are mine. And I do not tolerate anyone harming what is mine, even if it is you yourself. When you call yourself such filthy names…how do you think it reflects upon this Sesshoumaru?”
Kagome gritted her teeth, scared and furious.
“Badly.”
“Hn.” Sesshoumaru agreed. The metallic sound of a zipper being undone echoed in the confines of the room. Suddenly the blindfold was loosened. Kagome watched it fall to the floor as she blinked her eyes owlishly, trying to allow them to adjust to the dim light of the room. She really almost wished she hadn’t.
There were…it was like…she had suddenly found herself in a BDSM porno. Chains on the wall, a saint Andrew’s cross in the far corner. There were benches and chairs, tables, and even a bed scattered throughout the room. Against the wall to her left was a wall of…
Kagome swallowed the sudden fear that seemed to have lodged itself in her throat.
Whips, paddles, leather harness, gags, dildos of varying sizes and shapes.There were plenty of things that Kagome simply did not recognize, all of which instilled a fear deep within her heart.
Her gaze darted back to Sesshoumaru who stood indolently before her.
“Please sir, I’m sorry. I’ll bring my grades up just don’t-“
Her words were choked off as her eyes dropped to his right hand, and the grooved paddle he held within it. A short whine escaped her lips as her gaze locked on that paddle. He had only ever used his hand on her before. He wasn’t really going to…
“Yes, girl. You will get the paddle for your wrongs. But first you will give me pleasure with your mouth. The more satisfied I am with that mouth of yours, the more lenient I will be in your punishment.”
He tilted her head up so that her mouth was level with his crotch. His pants were open, the belt undone but hanging loose about his waist.
“You know what to do, girl. I suggest you get to work.”
Licking her suddenly dry lips, Kagome leaned forward, straining against her restraints to nose the cloth away. A heated blush stole across her cheeks even as her body trembled with the ever present threat of the paddle. He was going to paddle her ass. Oh god, oh god.
It didn’t take long to free his cock. Staring up at him with wounded, pleading, eyes Kagome licked the length of him. From base to tip and back again, she stroked him with her tongue. The wetter the length of him was, the easier it would be for her to take him further down her throat. When that paddle started tapping gently against his thigh, Kagome had to bite back a whimper. Her lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, her tongue playing along the silky smooth head and the soft slit. Slowly she moved her lips down his length, sucking and swallowing, working him with her tongue and throat.
“That’s a good bitch.” Sesshoumaru grunted, the hand in her hair tightening as her lips wrapped around the base of him, her throat convulsing around his cock as she struggled to take his entire length.
“Your mouth feels good, bitch.” His hips surged forward, nearly gagging Kagome as she struggled to even her breathing and not pull away. His pubic hair brushed against her nose and lips as her tongue struggled to stroke the underside of his massive erection. Already her jaw was aching from his girth, her throat protesting his length.
“Bob your head up and- yes, that’s it.” Sesshoumaru’s cold voice had become hot, husky, as her mouth worked on his shaft. She hollowed her cheeks as she moved up and down his length, gagging almost every time his cock hit the back of her throat. She worked him over furiously, as if her life depended on it, until minutes later his hand fisted in her hair, his hips slammed forward, and he began a short but fierce fucking of her mouth. When his cocked swelled inside of her and his seed spurted in the back of her throat, Kagome almost sighed with relief.
Slowly he pulled out of her mouth, cum dribbling on her tongue and lips as he withdrew.
Without prompting, Kagome opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, showing him what little remained of the massive load he had just given her. A mixture of arousal and shame had her cheeks flushing a delicate pink.
“hank you…my lor”
Sesshoumaru chuckled dryly at the little human bitch in front of him. That blow job had been the best and most enthusiastic she had given him to date. Not to mention she had used his proper title, a sign that she was desperately trying to please him. And it did. With a gentle stroke against her cheek, he prompted her to swallow. Her gaze was pleading as he brought the paddle up for her inspection.
“Well done girl. For your efforts this Sesshoumaru will withhold twenty lashes from your punishment. The twenty lashes you earned when you dropped that chain from your teeth without my permission.”
Kagome blanched. Only twenty….?
“S-Sir, please I-“
Sesshoumaru pressed a finger to her lips, his gaze hard and intense.
“Kiss the paddle, bitch, and thank me in advance for caring enough to discipline you.”
Kagome’s lower lip trembled, her hands clenching into outraged fists as he brought the paddle to her lips. Leaning forward, she pressed her lips to the hard wood.
“Thank you…sir.” Kagome choked out, her tone slightly sullen. She gasped when he pulled on her nipple clamps, bringing the chain back up to her lips.
“Hold this, and do not drop it.”
Teeth clenched around the chain, Kagome’s entire body quivered with a mixture of fear and anticipation as he walked around her, and out of her sight.
“The first twenty will be for calling yourself such despicable names, girl. You are not a whore. You are, however, my bitch. And I will punish you as such. After each blow you will thank me…and then tell me what you are not. Is that understood?”
Arms and legs trembling as she struggled to stay still, Kagome whispered a hesitant “Yes…sir.”
“After that…well, you had four grade below and A, Kagome. Tell me, how many lashes is that?”
“E-Eighty sir.”
“Hn. We will see how much you can handle. If at any time it becomes too much for you, let this Sesshoumaru know.” There was a certain smugness in his voice now that Kagome didn’t like. It simply did not bode well for her. “I will be more than happy to stop wielding the paddle, and take your ass instead. And you will beg me prettily for it.”
Kagome’s eyes widened with a mixture of shock and fear. The only way out of eighty lashes with a paddle….was to beg him to take her…there?
She hung her head, groaning, as Sesshoumaru chuckled darkly behind her.
AN:
Weeeeeeeeelp. That was fun. Think Kagome can last through 100 paddling’s given by a demon?
*grins evilly* I was going to give more substance to this chapter…but maybe the next one instead? Beware, shit is going to hit the fan sooooooooooooooon.
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