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Sesshomaru steps out the backseat of a range rover looking sharp as ever. He lets out a heavy sigh and begins walking into the double doors of his workplace. He normally does not come to work from home as he has his own secret room here. Even though the marriage was failing, he still basked in her scent time to time.
His staff greets him:
"Good morning Mr. Taisho" from the front desk clerk, he nods.
He walks into the elevator not really anticipating what is waiting in his office but it takes his mind of what is happening at home. He steps out of the elevator and once again is greeted by staff.
"Good morning Mr. Taisho". He nods once again.
He was not stupid by a long shot; they all knew what he was up to. They were too afraid to speak up; too afraid they will lose their job where Sesshomaru paid them pretty well. Therefore, they act as if they do not see a thing or hear the noises that come from his office, he will have to get that sound proof.
He walks into his office and is greeted by his AA (Administrative Assistant), she goes over the details of his agenda and meetings that were upcoming.
"I have your coffee, just the way you like it and I also picked up a cheese Danish".
"Thank you, Ms. Asano for being so prompt".
She smiles, "Are you ready for our morning ritual?"
Sesshomaru looks to her and sees his Rin; boy does he miss his wife. He knows what he is doing is wrong but he needed attention and he sure was not getting any kind from Rin.
Sesshomaru unzips his pants, reaches in the drawer, and pulls out a condom. Sara walks over and Sesshomaru steps back. Sara lifts up her skirt and bends over his desk. He did not want to touch her to see if she was ready for him, he could tell by her scent she was ready.
Sesshomaru begins fucking his assistant brains out, all the while thinking of his Rin. He wishes he could push inside her as he use to, without a damn wrapper. He had no other choice, this girl was not his wife, she will not feel what Rin felt so he used a condom. He fucks Sara hard while his thoughts go wild of how is marriage is failing and no one is making a move to make it better. He wondered if anyone has been inside her as he is inside Sara right now.
Does he have her bent over her desk pounding inside her? Making her scream his name? Are they using protection? Is he filling his seed within the womb he would die to have only his seed spill into?
He begins to rut Sara like crazy with those thoughts. He grabs her, and pulls her back, "You like to be rutted?"
"Yes, please fuck me harder Mr. Taisho".
Sesshomau pulls out, turns her around, and grabs her thighs and start fucking her again. All of his things are falling off his desk. The picture of him and Rin falls and break. He never goes into his demonic form, as he does not desire to mate this woman; only his wife.
Sara screaming almost at the top of her lungs; everyone outside of the room is uncomfortable. They do this ritual first thing in the morning, in the afternoon, and in the evening when it is time to go. They wondered if Rin ever had that treatment at home, did he let her rest.
As Rin is walking down the walkway and his staff are awkwardly waving back. Sesshomaru catches her very familiar scent coming towards the door.
This cannot be! Why is she here? She never comes here! He thinks and quickly pulls out of Sara.
"Quickly, fix your dress!"
Sesshomaru forgets she has a swipe card to get in to his office. It was too late for him and he looks over to Sara she was still splayed out on his desk looking stupid. She must have not heard anything he said otherwise she would have done as he told her or at least went under the desk.
He sees his beautiful wife. Her dress was fitted to where he saw every curve and them heels although did not do much justice being how short she was to him. He then smells the perfume; he loves on her. He sees his beautiful wife look to his desk and then to the supplies on the floor that were previously on his desk. She looks at the broken picture of them. She looks back up at the desk and sees Sara rising off the desk and standing to pull her dress down. She then looks to her right and sees Sesshomaru backing himself towards the corner.
Sesshomaru looks to her with glossy softened honey eyes. "Rin let me explain".
Within that moment, he could see their life they once had flash before him.
Sesshomaru recalls that day when he first saw Rin. He followed that scent until he found the owner. He watched her from a distance while she dipped and dabbed into different activities.
He smirked when she could not hit the boulder past mid-way and then he saw her smile and laugh at herself. His eyes dimmed and softened and it was like a push because the next thing he knew; he takes the hammer away from her. When she turned and looked his way, everything he ever felt about a human just went out the window well not every human but for her, yes.
He could not let her get away; she was his. Ever since then she belonged to him but to an extent because she wanted to wait on the mating.
Sesshomaru remembers their wedding day and her walking down the aisle looking like a princess with tears coming down her face. He could not ask for a better partner to be his wife, and soon mate.
He remembered when they first touched, Rin was a virgin and it gave him great pleasure knowing that he would be her one and only. The way she shivered and shuddered at his touch, and at the dirty words he would whisper in her ear. When he first heard her moan out from him taking a breast into his mouth and using his fingers to rub her clit. When she first called out his name; when he was fully sheathed inside her. He had these memories imprinted in the back of his mind.
They intertwined their fingers. Rin told him to move inside her, and she eventually found her ecstasy. He made love to her, thrusting deep inside her. She felt so good, he stops to taste her. He went down on her; another pleasure she found. She never thought when she lost her virginity it would be this good. Sesshomaru took good care of her.
After their first time together, they were like wild cats, always on each other. They would make love at home and fuck everywhere else. He was surprised when she voiced, she wanted to try something somewhat new she heard about.
"I want to put you in mouth".
Sesshomaru growled, "Is that so?"
"Yes, I would like to try".
Sesshomaru leaned back in the chair, "My wife, you may do as you please".
He watched her with intent as she moved her mouth against him, she felt incredible. She used her little hands and wrapped them around the shaft of his cock, and moves them up and down. She looks at him and he has his eyes closed; grunting. Without thinking, he started to thrust a little within her mouth and Rin stops to catch her breath.
"I know I am not that good but I can practice".
"You are doing fine Rin; I was really enjoying it".
She smiles and continues.
"Can I do small pumps?" he asks.
Rin nods while he is still partially inside her mouth. Him adding small pumps and her reaching as far as she could within her mouth, he was close. Rin used her hands to massage the rest of him. Sesshomaru found his relief.
Another memory surfaced while he was in his office at home. She walks in with lingerie on, pretending she was a client of his, and would blackmail him into having a sexual relationship. Damn he missed those days!
Rin graduates from college and everything slowly but surely dissolved. Their intimacy faded until it was gone. He agreed he would wait to mate her until she finished opening her practice and built up some clientele. She seemed more connected to work than on their connection. He was losing her and he did not know how to approach her. He wanted her to do as she pleased but at what cost?
Sesshomaru wanted her to have her time, he had many lifetimes to build his name, and he would give her time to make her name in the industry. He began to think maybe he gave her too much time to where she became comfortable and no longer paid attention to what the marriage, the partnership, the union, the bond they once had.
Back to the present.
Sesshomaru is looking at his wife with pain in her eyes. He could not reach her; she was no longer in his grasp. She refused to listen; she runs.