InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ collared ❯ addicted ( Chapter 6 )

Warning: This chapter contains sexual situations and mild violence.

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Kagome lay on the futon, one arm thrown above her head, fingers curling through hair that was splayed out around her. She kept her eyes focused on the ceiling, tracing some pattern she imagined there. Her other hand stroked lazily across the flat planes of her stomach, nails gliding smoothly across skin. The air was cool but not uncomfortably so. Sesshoumaru might not care to speak of her humanity, but he remembered it. Since he allowed her no coverings or clothing, preferring to keep her naked and waiting, he made sure the fire had sufficient feed. He liked the way the semi-cool air kept her nipples in a near puckered state and her body sensitive to touch.

Sesshoumaru came to her whenever the urge took him. Sometimes he fucked her roughly, leaving bruises and scratches behind in the wake of his lust. Other times he took her tenderly, overcoming her resistance with soft, heated kisses and a gentleness she'd never suspected him of having. He was there when she bathed, when she ate. Never letting her do for herself, his deft fingers washed her as if she were a fragile china doll and he handled the chop sticks with the same grace as a sword, feeding her until every morsel was gone. She was never taken from this room and, though Kagome sensed the presence of others, she saw no one but him. If any dared enter, they came while she was sleeping.

His eyes....terrible in their beauty....

“Always watching,” she whispered the end of the thought aloud, a chill coming over her as she pictured them in her mind; twin glowing golden suns, conveying so much without ever giving anything away. “Always there.”

Sesshoumaru was quickly becoming all she knew. She craved contact and interaction with others and Sesshoumaru had made himself her only means to an end. When he spoke, she could not help but listen and obey in hopes to hear his voice again. When he stroked her, she could not help but bend her body to his will in hopes that he would do so again. Kagome found herself not thinking of whether it was day or night any more. She had been reduced to he is here or he is not.....

She felt like such a whore, craving him the way she did.

Closing her eyes, she focused on the movement of her fingers against heated flesh, of the way her nails felt scraping against her body. Taking long deep breaths, she kept the movements shallow, never giving herself more. Sesshoumaru always made her beg for what she wanted, always made her call out her desires no matter how much she did not want to name them.

Slowly, she inched upwards towards her breasts, teasing them by only letting her fingers move around them. She ran her nails lightly between the valley of her breasts before wrapping her fingers firmly around her throat, imaging it was Sesshoumaru. He did this often when they fucked; held her throat and demanded she look him in the eyes when she came. After a time, Kagome had found it erotic, stimulating, if not a bit frightening, but satisfaction was not to be hers this time. Her hand was too small, her grip not harsh enough. And he wasn't here to command...

Squeezing her throat lightly, Kagome ran her hand with a firmer pressure, nails digging in, back down between the valley of her breasts to her navel. Kneading her stomach, she moved her hand back upwards, once more denying her breasts the touch they craved by moving her hand around them. She explored her throat, cheeks, lips, and throat again with her nails while thinking of Sesshoumaru's deadly claws. They were capable of so much pain, but she had learned what pleasure they brought, too.

Finally she could deny herself no more and moved her hand to one of her breasts, the nipple hardening into a tight nub the instant it grazed her palm. She manipulated the fleshy mound roughly, the way Sesshoumaru did, and then her questing fingers grabbed hold of the nipple, twisting and pulling and twisting again. Turning her face into the futon, Kagome moaned softly, calling out her desire for more the way she had been taught.

Releasing her nipple with a final pull, she moved to the other neglected one; wrapping her hand around it as jolts of sensation raced through her, down her. When both breasts were aching for more, Kagome stopped her ministrations, leaving herself on the brink. Sesshoumaru always made her wait, leading her up to the precipice and then leaving her there, hanging. It was torture, what he did to her, but she had come to love it, to want it, to need it.

Yes, she needed Sesshoumaru. She desired him. She wanted Sesshoumaru behind her, above her, beside her, touching her.....thrusting into her.

Unable to stop herself, she reached down and cupped her sex, fingers sliding over already swollen soaked lips and rubbing against her clit in the most delightful of ways. Moisture leaked from her pussy, running down the crack of her ass and wetting the futon underneath her. She dared not dip down into herself though. Kagome could not allow herself to fulfill her own wants, her own needs, by plunging her fingers into her tight sheath before drawing out the ache as he did. Sesshoumaru would tease her, touching her everywhere else but there while his hot breath stimulated her all the more until she was writhing underneath him.

Gasping as she neared release from the very thought of his mouth upon her body, Kagome forced her hand away from her pussy before she came, balling it up beside her as her harsh breathing slowly settled. When she felt more in control of herself, Kagome moved her hand back to where it was. She put more pressure on her clit while her fingers danced on the outside of her vagina, stroking against the skin almost hurriedly but still not penetrating.

“Damn him...,” she cursed softly, finally dipping a single finger into herself. Despite the size of her youkai lover, her muscles remained tight and gripping. She could feel them clamping down on her finger. Pumping in and out of herself while using the palm of her hand to stimulate her clit, she increased her speed; faster and faster, pressing down harder and harder as she climbed towards orgasm again. With each thrust of her finger, she delved deeper into herself. Then she added two more, gasping as she stretched herself open.

Biting her lip, Kagome bucked her hips against her hand. She moaned out loud, embarrassed that others would hear her and know what she was doing but beyond caring at the same time. Her mewling, whimpering cries only seemed to urge her hand on.

Kagome had touched herself this way before Sesshoumaru had taken her. She might have been a virgin, but she wasn't unknowing of her body's baser desires. But everything seemed so different now. There was a fire, a new need to it. Her own touch never seemed to be enough as it had before. Not even her mind could bring her an image that gained the overwhelming release she sought so feverishly. Her body wanted to be stretched and filled. She wanted the feeling of Sesshoumaru's claws running across her skin, his fingers wrapping around her throat, and she wanted to hear the snarls and growls he made as he found his release inside of her.

Her body shuddered as Kagome pressed her fingers deeply inside her, finding the spot Sesshoumaru always managed to hit with unerring ease and pressing upon it. Her legs kicked against the futon as her other hand sought out her breasts, teasing her nipples and kneading the fleshy globes almost wildly. She scratched her own nails across her skin, leaving behind bright red streaks where she tore into herself. He will see those, her mind told her. He will be angry that you dared to try and bring yourself the pleasure only he should.

But Kagome did not care because nothing she did was enough. Nothing brought her the mind numbing frenzy she so desired. She knew she needed more and she needed it now.

Tearing her hand away from herself, Kagome stood, more stumbling than walking off of the futon. Her body felt weak and dazed with denied release. She moved towards the chair, thinking maybe a new position would give her what she desired quicker than laying down.

She was just about to sit, her bottom inches from the supple leather, when Sesshoumaru's youki washed over her skin; startling her with its intensity and making her fall back, legs splayed open. Her lungs dragged in air as the youki pressed down, demanding subservience. The feel of it, of him, was all she needed. Kagome buried her fingers within herself once more and came. She threw her head back; her chest thrusting outwards as her vision danced with streaks of white light. When the passions of her climax began to slow, she pulled her fingers out slowly. Now wet with her juices, she trailed her hand back up to her teased nipples to try and satisfy the ache there. Then she turned, expecting to see Sesshoumaru in the doorway watching, but he wasn't there. His youki, snarling around her like a beast, had preceded him.

Something was wrong.

Unable to call up fear as her body was still fluctuating with her release, Kagome forced herself to rise. She wouldn't greet him with her legs spread open and pussy ready and willing like the whore she felt herself to be. She would stand tall and proud; be who she was and not who he seemed to want her to be.

She moved to stand before the chair with nothing in between her and the doorway. Straightening her back and lifting her head, Kagome tried not to flinch when the door was suddenly slammed open, bouncing against the wall twice before finally settling. Sesshoumaru walked into the room, his hair lifting around him with the force of his youki. Dressed in his armor, the first time she'd seen him in it since coming here, his face was a set mask as he walked over to her, not bothering to shut the door behind him.

Kagome was about to demand to know what was going on when his hand shot out, wrapping around her throat in a bruising grip. He lifted her until only the tips of her toes were touching the floor. She gasped, surprised by the ferociousness of his movements but turned on at the same time. Instinctively, her hands grabbed him around his wrist, nails digging into his skin in a bid to be free. Kagome knew he could smell her sex in the air. The scent of her recent release was so strong even she could. Was he angry with her for doing what she had done? Would he punish her now?

Sesshoumaru pulled her close to him, their lips only a breadth apart. His eyes were twin topazes of cold passion and Kagome could not look away. “Who do you belong to, bitch?”

His deep baritone, low and controlled, washed over her like cool satin and Kagome very nearly closed her eyes at the sound of it. He gave her a slight shake to keep her focused. “You...Sess..shou...maru,” she finally answered, her voice wavering and her grip tightening on him as he seemed to lift her entirely off the ground.

Her feet flailed helplessly and her throat convulsed as his bruising grip nearly cut off her air supply. Still holding her up in the air by her neck, he turned and pinned her against the wall. Slowly, he allowed her to slide down the wall until her toes were once more touching the floor. His eyes never left her face as his other hand reached forward and grabbed her breast harshly, twisting the nipple to the point of pain. Kagome cried out, forcing herself to be still. “Please,” she whispered, her thoughts of standing proud and defiant melting as tears gathered in her eyes. “What have I done?”

He ignored her, his hand moving down to cup between her legs. When his fingers encountered her still soaking wet pussy, a low growl sounded. Kagome felt the vibrations of it through his hands and it shattered her. The sound was so carnal, so calling. “Who makes you wet, miko?” he asked, his voice still harsh but not as angry. His eyes traced down her body, looking over the markings she'd left on herself, and then focused on the juncture of her legs where his hand worked against her. “Who do you think of when you touch yourself?”

“You do, Sesshoumaru,” she answered, breathless now that he was touching her where only moments before she had been imagining him. “Only you.”

His thumb began rubbing in circles over her clit while his fingers pushed brutally inside of her, stretching her wide once more. “Whose cock makes you scream, miko?”

Despite his rough attentions, her body reacted to his touch just as it did every time. She jerked, feeling her juices coat his fingers. “Sesshoumaru!” she cried out, arching her back as much as his hold allowed her to.

He smirked as he pulled his wet fingers from her sheath, but the hardness remained in his eyes. He raised his fingers up to her mouth. “Taste what this Sesshoumaru does to you, miko.”

When she did not immediately open her mouth, he adjusted the position of his hand to force her to. She complied to the pressure he put upon her jaw and opened. When she did, he inserted his fingers. “Taste yourself. Lick my fingers clean.”

Kagome could not help but do as he ordered, three of his large fingers filling her mouth and pressing down upon her tongue. Tentatively, she moved her tongue against them; at first rebelling against tasting herself. Then Kagome found that she liked the way she tasted mixed with his unique flavor. She worked her tongue up and down his fingers, making sure to be careful of his claws but to do a thorough job as well. Sesshoumaru never accepted less than perfection.

His eyes watched her as Kagome did as she was told. When he was satisfied, he pulled his fingers out of her mouth slowly, one by one. Then he turned her to face the wall. The hand that had been holding her throat and jaw moved into her thick mass of hair. His fingers gripped it tightly, holding it up and away from her face and body. He stepped closer and Kagome inhaled sharply as she felt the spikes from his armor against her back. She arched her back away from them and the wall's rough surface scraped maddeningly against her still aching breasts. Kagome tried to move away from him and the wall and was rewarded by a sharp slap on her ass that seemed to echo around her. “Stay.”

She closed her mouth with a whimper of pain, still feeling the sting. Forcing her body to still, Kagome waited with bated breath for what he would do to her next. Then she felt his claws moving lightly across the expanse of her exposed shoulders. Sesshoumaru seemed to be tracing something up against her skin and Kagome bit her lip to keep from crying out when he settled on a location and began to carving his claws against her. The burning pain of his etching ran through her, taking away her breath. She bit her lip, tasting her own blood, to keep from crying out.

Kagome could feel her blood blossoming where his claws ran. The blood flowed freely down her back and she itched to wipe it away. “Do you remember this Sesshoumaru telling you that there is much to learn in taste, miko?”

Forcing herself to concentrate on his voice and not the pain of his actions, Kagome nodded her head yes, the movement halted by of the grip he had on her hair. She felt his tongue soothing over the place where he had carved into her. “Do you wish to know what this Sesshoumaru learns as he tastes you?”

Shutting her eyes, Kagome nodded her head once more. She felt his rough tongue slide over her shoulder again. The feeling of it eased the earlier pain and the wetness between her thighs increased as she remembered how his tongue felt against other places. “Mine, miko,” he growled against her, the sound vibrating through her. “I taste that you are mine.”

“Yes,” she hurried to say. She would do anything, say anything, to keep him from hurting her more. He was capable of bringing her to such heights in pleasure and even more capable of pain. “Yes, yours.”

He stilled at her words, pausing the strokes of his tongue against her flesh. Almost abruptly, Sesshoumaru released her and stepped away. Kagome caught herself against the wall as her legs threatened to go out from under her. She stayed where she was, afraid to move. Glancing at him over her shoulder, she saw nothing that would allow her to know what he was about now. His eyes were staring intently at her and she had to look away, unable to hold his gaze. “The half-breed comes,” he said at last, his voice hard and unyielding.

Kagome felt the air stall in her lungs and her body tensed. She felt like running away, not wanting to remember that there was life beyond this room and the things that happened to her here. She didn't want to recall how she'd come to be where she was. Forgetting was so much easier than facing it.

Sesshoumaru turned away from her, his stride purposeful and movements deliberate as he walked over to the wardrobe and opened it. He pulled a kimono out, glancing down at it and then over to her. “Put it on.”

Mind still numbed, Kagome moved to obey. Her body was shaking with disbelief and worry now. She slid on the silk kimono, unable to stop herself from remembering how Sesshoumaru's felt as it slid across her body when he laid next to her. She tied the obi into a simple knot and waited while Sesshoumaru's eyes continued to bore into her. After a moment, he gestured for her to follow him. Inuyasha, she whispered in her mind, though her lips dare not say his name.

What would happen now?

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