InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Accidentally Funny ❯ Whips and Chains May Break My... ( Chapter 25 )

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Whips and Chains May Break My...

Sitting hidden in her perch in the Goshinboku, Kagome felt a tingling chill work its way down her spine, and knew – it was done.  Sesshoumaru had just tricked his way into her pants, and her past self was now a claimed little bitch.

Eyes narrowing, she watched her mate of five hundred years chasing a couple of hoodlums away from the shrine grounds, and pondered on the same thing she'd been thinking on since the day he'd claimed her – well, okay, since a few days after he'd claimed her, since she'd been unable to think of anything while he was busy being the pervert – how to pay him back for the underhanded way he'd claimed her.

Not to mention that whole 'marking' thing he pulled... letting me think he was going to pee on me.  

She growled lightly as she thought about that, the mere idea of such a marking getting her bent all out of shape.  

Hm.  I suppose I should hit him where it hurts... since he's always so determined to be in charge in the bedroom, that whole dominant dog thing... maybe I should change the spell on that old collar to a simple subduing one, and then dominate him.  That would just kill his ego,  she mused with a nasty grin.  Delightful thoughts of whips and chains and a black dominatrix outfit slipped into her mind, and that nasty grin suddenly got a whole lot wider.

As her mate trotted back over towards her with tail held high and a haughty look on his canine face, she chuckled, rubbing her hands together with glee.

Sesshoumaru wouldn't know what hit him.

~oOo~

A little over a week later, Kagome had the whole thing set up and ready to go.

All she had left to do was subdue and trap one completely unsuspecting pervert of an inuyoukai.

Her mind went to the little shop of sexual horrors – at least, that's what she thought he would call it – that she'd set up in their bedroom at the vacation house.  She'd gotten restraints put together and infused them with her powers so he couldn't break them, she'd gathered certain instruments of sexual torture, and an absolutely yummy black leather dominatrix outfit, if she did say so herself.  She looked awesome in it, too.

It would drive him nuts just seeing her in that – and even more nuts that he couldn't get to her.  

She even had the soundtrack for this little show... a song by the foreign group Enigma called Sadness, about the Marquis de Sade.  Sesshoumaru and she had actually met the man, once, and history had gotten it right – he absolutely loved to give pain.  Her mate would definitely get the point of her little demonstration.

While he liked certain types of pain, he didn't like being controlled, and he hated being unable to touch her whenever he wanted.

And that was how, nine days after coming up with the idea, Sesshoumaru found himself in a car being driven by his little mate towards their getaway place.  Not knowing exactly what she had in mind, he smirked, thinking of all the wonderful things he could do to her once he had her pinned to their bed.

Too bad for him it wasn't her that would be pinned.

At least, not at first.

~oOo~

When Sesshoumaru woke back up from the little spell of unconsciousness she'd hit him with, he looked around, confused.  How had he gotten here?

'Here', was in his vacation cottage, arms bound in cuffs that were hanging from the ceiling, strung up like so much meat.  His first thought was that they'd been attacked and kidnapped, and he immediately began using his youki to search for his mate.

He caught the feel of her just as she walked through the door to the room... and his mouth fell open in complete and utter shock.

In all his years, he'd never seen a sight like he was seeing now, and by the gods, he got so hard, so fast, he almost passed out again.

Black leather stiletto lace up boots began a pattern for the rest of the black leather to follow – Kagome was laced into the most form-fitting, figure-hugging, luscious piece of shiny black leather that he'd ever seen.  No one with any flaws in their figure would ever be able to pull that degenerate outfit off.  

Good thing Kagome's figure was as perfect as it had been the day he'd mated her.

He opened his mouth to say... something, or anything, even... but nothing would come out – his throat was too choked, so he just settled for staring.  He was so shocked and turned on, he still hadn't even realized he had a collar on again... or that Kagome was tapping the palm of one hand with a whip as she eyed him.

After a few moments of staring each other down, Kagome reached over to the little stereo and hit play, and the sounds of Enigma began filtering through the room.  Stalking forward, she stopped just in front of her highly turned on mate, and slowly smiled, a wicked, evil smile that had his eyes going wary very fast.

“Well, well, well.”  She reached over and ran the whip down his chest, letting the tails brush his heated erection.  “Looks like I've caught myself a real handful.  What am I going to do with you?”  she mused, her grin widening at the look in his eyes.

He cleared his throat several times before he was able to speak.  “What is this, Kagome?”  he demanded, though it didn't sound too demanding with that husky note in his voice.

Kagome chuckled as she sauntered around behind him, running the whip right around with her, over his backside, then lightly over his back.  Her grin widened even more at his shiver.

“What this is, my dear mate, is payback five hundred years in the making.  See, I decided that one day, I would get you back for using this cottage to get up my skirt the way you did that first time... and for that nasty little trick about marking.”  She watched as he twisted, trying to get away from the restraints in vain.  “Uh, uh, uh,”  she reprimanded, smacking the whip across his ass, and glorying in his pleasured hiss.

“How contrary you are, Sesshoumaru.  You like to be in charge... but it's evident,”  she walked back around to face him, lightly flicking his rampant cock with the whip,  “that you enjoy being given pain, too.”

Her mate's eyes flared red and he bared his fangs at her, demanding her submission.  Instead, she smacked him a bit harder, right across the chest, this time, leaving thin red lines that had him hissing again through jaws clenched tight in pleasured pain.

“Bitch!  Let me loose, now!”  he growled, the sound so deep in his chest she almost couldn't make it out.

“Nope,”  she said smugly.  “It's my turn, Sesshoumaru, and I'm not giving it up.  As much as you're fussing,”  she grinned again, running a finger up his cock, then lightly swiping it across the angry red head, taking the drop of pre-cum with it,  “your body is giving you away, my love.  You are enjoying this.”  She sucked her finger into her mouth with a purr, and Sesshoumaru began to thrash, determined to get to her.

Slowly pulling her finger back out of her mouth, she smacked him again, then called out her subduing command.   He was shocked when her power pulsed over him, and he shuddered, his cock jumping and heart racing at the dangerously erotic feel of it.  He snarled, however, realizing that he could no longer move.

“Stubborn dog,”  she chided.  “Why don't you just relax and enjoy my particular brand of revenge, Sesshoumaru?  Good boys, after all, get... rewarded,”  she finished, her own voice husky now.

She saw him swallow, and smiled seductively at him.   “Just imagine all the things I can do to you, my love.”  Leaning in to him, she nipped at his throat, then trailed her hot mouth down to his nipples, laving first one and then the other.  Once they were good and hot and wet, she stepped back and smacked him right across them.  He stiffened at that, eyes widening.  

“Again!”  he snapped.  

Kagome giggled, shaking her finger at him.  “No, no, bad puppy.  You aren't telling me what to do here.  If you want something, ask.  Or even better, beg.  Otherwise, I'm just going to do what I want to you.  You'll probably enjoy it all, though, so if you want to keep quiet, then go right ahead.”

A deep, sub-sonic growl burst from him, then, his crests going jagged as his eyes bled completely crimson, and Kagome shivered in sexual excitement – he was going to be absolutely wild when she finally relented and let him down from those restraints – or he got out of them.  

She could hardly wait, revenge be damned.

Yanking her mind back to the point by its hair, she grinned up at him, then leaned over, letting her black tresses brush against his heated length, then looked up at him through her lashes playfully, and blew on it.  His eyes were pinned to her, desperation painted in them, though he'd never actually admit to feeling something like that aloud.

With a smirk, she slowly opened her mouth, then licked over the head firmly, humming approvingly as he was forced to stifle a gasp.  Blue eyes still peeking at him from behind thick lashes, she slowly, tortuously engulfed his aching, needy manhood in her hot mouth while fondling his heavy balls.

She was met with a snarl and flying silver tresses as his head dropped back in agonized pleasure.  Hmm... he can move again.  Oh, well... not like he's going anywhere – yet.

Establishing a rather slow rhythm, she smiled around his cock as a combination moan/growl burst from his slightly parted mouth, and continued to lave him with her tongue to get him as wet as possible.  After a few minutes of that, just as he was really getting into it, she pulled back, reaching over to the ice bucket and grabbing a piece of ice, she sucked it into her mouth – and then sucked his hot cock back in, too.   He stiffened as she sucked on him, swirling that ice around his cock for several endless moments... and then she let his dick go with a pop, and smacked him right across it with the whip, again.

That one move earned her a ringing howl, and panting, the daiyoukai currently at her mercy narrowed glowing eyes on her, wanting to watch what she did next.

With a smirk of plump red lips, she smacked him again – and he actually whimpered.  

“Now that's what I'm talking about, Sesshoumaru.  All you have to do is give yourself to me,”  she said, standing up,  “and I promise I'll make it feel so good.”

He glared at her, then his eyes ran down her body again, and the sight seemed to give him back a few of his braincells, because he asked on a growl,  “Where did you find such a provocative piece of non-clothing, mate?”

Kagome glanced down at herself and giggled.  “It is rather provocative, isn't it?  But it's my secret, and I'll never tell it.”

Sesshoumaru's eyes were pinned to her breasts as they bounced, and he almost didn't even take notice of her answer as he stared at the perverse item of... torture she had donned.  His hands flexed absently – sooner or later, he would get out of her restraints, and when he did... that absolutely amazing thing she was... sort of wearing, would be gone.

She was fully covered by black leather, not an inch of skin showing all the way to her neck – but her breasts, womanhood, and ass were completely bare.  He could see where the damnable thing was laced up, too, and he knew that he'd have no patience to take it off slowly – it would be clawed off.  He'd have to get that secret out of her, because by all the hells, he meant to buy some more of those things for her to wear.

Oh, yessss...

He shivered and quaked as she grabbed another piece of ice and trailed it around his hyper-sensitive body, leaving his flesh wet and cool, which only made it all the sweeter when she would hit him with that whip every so often.  It hurt so good, just like she'd promised.

Shuddering as she bent again and engulfed his cock once more, he tested his restraints again, and noticed that they were steadily weakening – as long as he kept battering at them, soon he'd be able to break free, and then it would be all over for the vixen that was busily trying to swallow his dick.

And that damn taunting song that she had on repeat on the stereo – Sadness, indeed.  While he'd been amused at the man's penchant for causing pain, he hadn't really been able to say anything, because he was known to cause pain to others, as well, even his mate.  Of course, it suited him to a 't' that she enjoyed just a touch of pain with her love play, too.

He would never in a million years, though, have ever thought to see his modest little mate pull something like this – she was trying to dominate him!  But while he might be temporarily restrained, it wouldn't last for long.

He would escape, and then...

Endless minutes of pleasure and pain went by as she continued her torture of his body, and Sesshoumaru moaned, growled, howled, snarled, and whined for her, all the while pushing his power against her restraints, determined to break them.

Fighting the haze that was taking over his mind with her talented mouth wrapped around him, he bucked against her as she began to pull away again, another howl bursting from him as she used that wonderful whip on him.   Once, twice, three times she nailed him with it, and finally, his energy at its height with the sexual need coursing through him, he snapped her restraints right in half.

Falling to a crouch before her, his red eyes peered up at her from beneath his bangs, and a wicked smile bared gleaming fangs at her.  

“My turn, mate,”  he husked, his tone so low and gravelly it almost didn't exist.

Kagome didn't even have a chance to blink before he had her across the room and flat on her back beneath him.  And then the true torture began, as he followed through on his thoughts and literally clawed her right out of that shiny leather.  

By the time he was done, she was whining in pleasurable pain, thin red lines covering her skin where his claws had passed, matching the ones still on his own body from the whip.

“Turnabout is fair play, Kagome.  You should have known I'd get you back for this,”  he rumbled darkly.

She shrugged graceful shoulders with a vixenish smile.  “Oh, at first I was just planning revenge – and you wouldn't have escaped.  But then... I got so turned on that I decided, to hell with revenge.  Being mauled by my big puppy is sooo much better, after all.”

“Miko, this one has not been a pup in eight hundred years,”  he purred, and Kagome wiggled enticingly beneath him, bare curves pressing delightfully against his sensitized skin.

“I beg to differ, Sesshoumaru,”  she replied, wrapping her hand around his turgid flesh and squeezing – hard.  She grinned triumphantly at the whine that one move ripped from him.  “You certainly do whine like one, after all.”

Eyes narrowed dangerously in his gorgeous face at that, and then Kagome was the one whining as he dominated her like there was no tomorrow.  Whips, chains, feathers, clamps and ice were all used to torment her, as he used five hundred years of knowledge about her and her body to prove to her once again that he owned her.

By the time the whole thing was over, she even admitted it – shamelessly.

~oOo~

A week later, Sesshoumaru stepped into her office and closed the door behind himself with a blank expression on his face, and tossed a sheaf of papers on her desk.

Eyeing him suspiciously, she picked the papers up – and promptly choked, eyebrows disappearing into her bangs and mouth hanging open.

“How... I mean, w-where, no, I mean h-how...”  she stopped her stuttering, and drew in a deep breath, then let it out, glaring at his amused expression.

“How the hell did you find it?!”  she demanded.  “And why did you buy it?!!”

Picking up the papers that attested to his new ownership of a small company by the name of Doms r' Us, Sesshoumaru smirked sexily at her.

“It's all a part of supply and demand, my little miko.  I demanded... and they supplied.  Now we will never run out of those sexy black outfits like the one you wore last week – no matter how many I claw you out of.”

Kagome just stared at him, aghast, as he sauntered back out of her office with a wicked, self-satisfied smirk on his face.

Oh, my gawd....

I've created a monster!




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