Plot: A further look into Sesshoumaru and Kagome's relationship from the Shikon dating app.
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The sounds of the shower echoed in the bedroom through the cracked bathroom door, the smell of the steam and fruity soap wafted from the room. Sesshoumaru sat against the headboard reading a book, Kagome liked to have a long shower after a particularly rough session, and he had left her in there after ensuring she was ok and taking a quick shower himself. He had taken his time cleaning and putting away the harnesses they used for the night and was now in his pajamas just waiting on her.
Their relationship was not what he had expected, she had accepted his invitation to dinner the night of his birthday last year and since then they had been dating. They took their time getting to know each other outside of their sexual proclivities and Sesshoumaru found that he enjoyed spending time with the woman.
She was a lively person, kind and caring. He knew this from their sexual dealings but seeing her nature outside of the lens of pleasure was a heady thing. It was funny that he had been worried about how a relationship would affect how he saw her or vice versa, she hadn't changed one bit in how she treated him or wanted him to treat her.
She was fiercely independent and respectful of his private time and public image. She didn't try for public displays of affection, allowing him to lead their pace. He in turn doted on her as much as she would allow, respecting her want for space and independence. He was a bit surprised that she didn't immediately try to involve herself into his life as he had experienced before. She was the one who set the boundary to go slow, having not expected him to want anything more than a casual relationship. She had been hesitant for the change.
Sesshoumaru turned the page, not really seeing the words, he remembered when she told him that she was surprised by his request but not turned off. She hadn't had a serious relationship in a while and wanted to ensure that they both were not rushing into anything based solely on sexual feelings.
She was a career woman, and also had things to lose if this relationship were to end badly. He had reminded himself that this wasn't solely about him. Kagome wasn't a young girl seeking to be taken care of, she had her own reasons for joining Shikon and had also been looking for a relationship that benefitted her.
His worry that she wouldn't be able to live in his high-profile world was really for naught.
The shower shut off and Sesshoumaru's gaze found his female companion as she walked into the bedroom while toweling her long hair. She smiled at him before heading to the dresser and picking up her lotion bottle. Humming to herself, she worked the cream into the damp skin on her legs and arms, completely ignoring the audience she knew she had. He always watched her after her long showers, she supposed she was checking to make sure she was really ok.
She liked to use her shower to clear her mind from their session, whenever they tried pain play, she always needed some time to herself afterwards. She didn't consider it a drop, but it was a relaxing way to ease the lingering pain and remove any tension. Besides, Sesshoumaru was always very loving afterwards.
True to form, when she pulled on her tank top and shorts and started getting into bed, he pulled her into his side, his book forgotten. She giggled and snuggled into his chest, smiling to herself when he kissed the top of her head.
Sesshoumaru was a cold man, she knew this and had no inclinations to try and make him into something he wasn't. He was cold in public, having to be the stoic businessman who dabbled in politics. But here when they were together in private, he was molten, he was overwhelming to her senses, he was everything.
"Did I hurt you?" He murmured, combing his fingers through her still damp hair.
"No, you were delightful." she replied, snuggling closer. He grabbed her ass and squeezed, eliciting another giggle from her full lips. She eased up and kissed him, running her tongue against his lips before he deepened it, pulling a moan from her.
"Don't start, I have an early meeting tomorrow and you will not make me tired." She scolded, smirking at the scowl that took over his lips. He narrowed his hazel eyes at her.
"You dare command me?" He asked.
"I dare, My Lord." She said moving to straddle him. She nipped his jawline when his hands came to rest on her hips.
"I should punish you for your insolence." He rumbled, tilting his head so she could continue to kiss and nibble at his neck.
"Oh yes, you should punish me." She whispered heatedly, undulating her hips on his growing erection. She knew he liked when she initiated their sessions, he always gave her the illusion of control over him until he decided it was time to take over.
"How should I punish you for such impertinence, hmm." He intoned, hazel eyes going molten as she pressed her pebbled nipples against his chest.
She continued to grind her hips, rubbing her covered clit against his pajama pants. She knew he wouldn't keep her waiting for long, and he would reprimand her no doubt, for taking her pleasure of him without his approval. She shivered again, her breath hitching.
Before she could think, he had her on her back, caged beneath his body. She was positively vibrating with need for him.
"I should leave you here, shuddering in unresolved want." He hissed in her ear, ignoring the fact that he was pressing his throbbing erection against her moist center.
"No!" She cried, trying to arch up into him for some form of relief.
"Or should I bring you to the peaks of pleasure and leave you unfulfilled." He nosed her neck, licking a path up the slender column, she moaned as if branded.
She reached up to touch him and he grabbed her wrists and held them stretched over her head. And took a cloth covered nipple into his mouth, moving away when she arched her back trying to get more of her sensitive breast into his mouth and he refused to allow it.
She whimpered when he released her, hoping that the pitiful sound would endear him. She knew it wouldn't, but she had to try.
With his free hand, he tugged at her shorts, pulling the fabric down her hips but not off her legs. He cupped her heat, feeling how wet and ready she was for him and ignoring how she was bucking her hips for more of his touch.
"Yes, I know how I will punish you now." He spoke with a light slap to her swollen lips. She grunted at the brief feeling of relief before closing her eyes and waited.
She didn't have to wait long before he flipped her over and pulled her to be bent over the edge of the bed. He folded her arms behind her and kept them there with one strong arm while his other loosened the ties on his sleeping pants and lowered them on his hips.
He leaned over her and nipped her ear again, she jumped in shock before moaning loudly in relief as he entered her in one smooth stroke. He started a slow, steady pace with long hard strokes, each one punctuated by Kagome's restricted legs buckling. She was thrashing beneath him, crying out and pleading with him to go faster.
He ignored her, keeping his achingly slow and undeviating pace, ensuring that she felt each and every ridge of him throughout her entire being. Her inner walls clenched him pleasurably, causing him to gnash his teeth to keep from spilling himself.
"Are you contrite?" He groaned out after another deep thrust. Her wail of the affirmative pierced the room.
It only took a second for him to set a blistering pace, giving them both what they really wanted. She screamed as she came, milking him as he spilled his seed with a groan and a few shallow thrusts.
He pulled out, and at the same time let go of her folded arms and rolled her over gently. She moaned and opened her arms for him to hug her and he did, laid on top of her gently and she chuckled as the air left her. She kissed his chin.
"Come, let's get some sleep, you have a meeting in the morning." He murmured and they shuffled themselves to bed.
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Kagome looked up from her screen at a knock on her office door. She called the person in while taking off her stylish cat eye rimmed glasses and easing back in her chair.
Her assistant walked in holding a large bouquet of flowers, a mixed arrangement in a simple vase and Kagome's sapphire eyes widened in shock. Dismissing her smiling assistant, she peaked through different parts of the bouquet, in search of the card. She had a feeling of who it was from, but confirmation and a reason was always lovely.
Finally finding the elusive card, she noted that it was stuck to a small velvet pouch and it was hidden near the bottom, obviously not for anyone else's eyes. Eager now, she placed the mysterious pouch on her desk and removed the small card from the envelope. With a frown of disappointment, she realized the card was blank, save for Sesshoumaru's signature in flourishing kanji.
'Well at least this confirms that this is from him.' She thought while taking up the dark coloured pouch. Opening the drawn string, she reached in and with eyes widened in surprise, took out a simple key.
Her brain all but stuttered to a stop, she wondered if this was what she thought it was. Was he asking her to move in with him? Or was this just so she would have her own key?
But why offer it and why such a flourish, unless he was serious. He wasn't one to do something he didn't mean and so this led her to think about how she felt in the whole situation.
They had been dating for a little while now, and she only recently started spending more time at his home than hers. So, it wasn't a stretch that he would suggest she move in. His home was also more than big enough to house the two of them comfortably, not that her house was a matchbox that he needed to save her from.
She quite frankly was flattered that he wanted to take their relationship further. She always kept her feelings close to the chest, especially after a particularly heartbreaking situation a few years back, she would be the first to admit that she held herself back in relationships until she felt she could become comfortable.
Sesshoumaru was also the sort of man that didn't just jump into things without careful consideration. He also wasn't the easiest in a relationship because of this. He was rather reserved in the beginning stages, and they made for a seemingly cold aloof pair...who had amazing sex.
It wasn't an awkward transition from fuck buddies to a relationship per say, but it wasn't the smoothest. They admitted to wanting to give it a good try and they made it work, their sexual relationship was built on trust which meant they already had a good start to move on to more.
She didn't know if she loved him yet, but she felt she was close enough. She didn't know if he loved her but never really worried on it. She trusted that he wouldn't do anything to hurt her emotionally. And if this key was any indication, he still liked her.
She giggled at simplifying their relationship to merely liking each other or not. But she knew there were relationships that didn't even have that.
Finding her cell, she knew he was waiting on her call with a favourable response no doubt. It only rang once before he answered with a low rumble of her name.
"Are you sure?" Was all she asked, fingering the key sitting innocently on her desk. It was so much more than a piece of metal.
"I wouldn't have offered otherwise." He replied as she knew he would. This wasn't some off the cuff idea.
"What about my home?" She asked again.
"Keep it, rent it, the choice is yours" He replied offhandedly, and her heart swelled in her chest.
"You wouldn't suggest I sell it?" She could imagine him easing back in his desk chair, looking out the large windows in his office.
"I wouldn't presume to tell you what to do with your own things. If you want to sell it, we can make arrangements. If not, it is of little consequence to me, my proposal stands." He intoned, unaware or uncaring that he just endeared himself to her more. She would have had hesitations if he were to try to get her to get rid of her place.
"Yes." She said finally, simply.
"Good" he purred into the phone. "I will see you at...home" He hung up, to anyone listening, that statement would be the only indication that this had been a personal call.
When she got home that evening, he met her by the door with a deep kiss and walked her to the dining room where they had a romantic dinner for two and he had another gift, this time in a wide square velvet box. Dinner was exquisite as she knew it would be, he spared no expense for their celebration. They toasted over champagne and he told her he was happy she accepted.
Pushing the box that had been winking at her the whole night over to her, he watched with a smirk as she opened the box curiously.
Inside was a pair of what looked like clip-on earrings, a string of six small diamonds were dangling from each. She looked over at him in awe, touching the diamonds reverently.
"Are they?" She asked in a whisper.
"Nipple clamps, yes. I was hoping you would wear them to the luncheon on Friday." He confirmed, his gaze melting her blood.
"Can I try them on?" She lifted one out of its cradle, feeling the weight on it. "It's heavy." She whispered.
"It might be maddening." He murmured, watching as she unbuttoned her blouse and attached one clamp to her freed breast.
"Oh!" She whispered, eyes widening. The weight was exquisite, it fit snugly around her nipple like a ring and there was enough pressure and weight to tug on the now sensitive bud. She could see how extended wear could slowly drive her mad with want. And the fact that he wanted her to wear it at a business luncheon meant he had something up his sleeve.
"What are you planning?" She asked, looking at him from the corner of her eyes as he watched her like a predator, sipping languidly from his glass.
"Nothing much." He replied.
The nothing much in question was light teasing touches in front of his business associates. She did well to bite back her reactions when he would brush against her chest while reaching for something or cup her ass or hip when speaking with a colleague. He lightly drew random patterns on her thigh during the lunch itself and would lean over imperceptibly to murmur naughty sometimes degrading things in her ear.
The man was devious, and seamless in his movements, so no one was one the wiser. Kagome, meanwhile, felt like she was going to combust. Her breasts felt heavy and tingled for some relief, her body felt sensitive and her pussy ached in its emptiness. She was ready to leave and be fucked down the elevator, anything. She just wanted to be filled.
Sesshoumaru grasped her hand in his, concluding his business and absconded her to his office. She kissed him as soon as the door to the room was closed, grabbing his hands and pressing them into her needy mounds. She moaned breathlessly as he squeezed lightly.
"You are such a good bitch," he rumbled before all but dragging her to the other side of his desk and sitting in it with a plop. He made her kneel before him and she looked up at him desperately, clenching her thighs together.
"I want you to suck me off and take off your blouse I want you to make me cum with your breasts." He ordered, she looked like she wanted to argue, and he silenced her with a look. She bit her lower lip and unbuckled his pants, wasting no time in freeing his impressive erection.
"Your blouse, Kagome. I do not want to have to ask again." He intoned coldly, narrowing his eyes. She hurried to unbutton her silk blouse that complimented the pearls adorning her neck. She unhooked her bra and released her breasts with a breathy moan.
Putting that off to the side, she focused her attention on his dick, running her fingers along the vein on the underside, releasing a hiss of pleasure from him. She took him into her mouth and in a few strokes had him nestled in the back of her throat as she swallowed.
She licked, sucked and fondled him, trying to clench her thighs and inner muscles in time with her sucking strokes to give herself some relief. She heard him groan before she was all but stuffed under his large desk, his hand on the back of her head, keeping him seated within her throat. She realized what was happening when she heard the door to his office open and she swallowed.
Sesshoumaru was in heaven, the only thing that could make this better was when he would be able to titty fuck his bitch with her new nipple clamps on. He heard the outer door to his office open and pushed his chair under his desk, Kagome and all.
One of his colleague's assistants walked in with a stack of papers, just as Kagome did something that made him want to roll his eyes back into his head. He focused on the young man in front of him, his face a stoic mask, completely hiding all the debauched pleasure he was feeling at getting sucked off in his office with an unknowing audience.
"May I help you Jiroma?" Sesshoumaru asked, voice steady.
"Yes sir, Mr Kushida asked that I get your signature on these so they can be sent over to accounting." The young assistant responded.
"Leave them here, I will get to them and send them back with Chiyo." He replied, naming his own assistant. "Is that all?" He bit the inside of his cheek as the hidden woman hummed silently, sending shivers down his spine.
"No sir, that is it, I will follow up with Chiyo. Thank you, sir." With that the young man left and Sesshoumaru eased back in his chair and narrowed his eyes at the woman trying to give him an innocent look that was marred by his large cock that she hadn't stopped sucking.
"Let me fuck your tits." He ordered, watching as she released his dick with pop and eased up on her knees. The diamond clamps winked at him as she grabbed her full breasts with a hiss and pushed them together around his throbbing dick.
He admired the view, enjoying how her breasts pillowed him nicely while her caramel nipples begged for his attention, he nudged one with a thumb. With every stroke, she licked, sucked or swirled her tongue around his mushroom tip. He liked the feeling more than he cared to admit.
"You please your Lord" he grunted, feeling the stirrings of his impending orgasm. It didn't take long for his balls to tighten and he shot his load down her throat. He sagged in relief and she whimpered almost pitifully.
"Oh, my darling, I haven't forgotten you." He rumbled, lifting her to lay on top of his desk and bunched up her skirt onto her hips while resting her long legs over his shoulders. "You will need to be quiet my dear" he warned before shifting her soaked panties to the side and burying his tongue into her dripping heat.
She slapped her hand over her mouth as a strangled moan tried to get out as he established a rhythm with his fingers and tongue, adding the most delicious pressure to her over sensitive clit. She was sopping wet and almost delirious with relief while she rubbed her heavy breasts, adding to all the sensation striking through her like lightning.
She crested with a silent scream and he extended the moment rolling through her. By the time she became aware, she was in his lap, panting in pleasure. He kissed her sweetly, savoring the taste of her.
"These are very becoming." He murmured, brushing her still captured nipple with the back of a finger.
"Thank you for them" she whispered back, unable to keep from lolling her head backwards, pushing her breasts up for his attention.
"Come, let's go home. I have the sudden proclivity to tie you to something and watch myself fuck you." He reached for her brassiere, smirking when she shivered in his arms at the thought of the pleasure to come.
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Much love!
-sora