InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dirty Little Secret ❯ Chapter Six ( Chapter 6 )

Dirty Little Secret
by Tempest

Chapter Six

While the cat (dog) is away, the mice will play…

Miroku's POV

I am a bad boy. I know it, she knows it, and now she is punishing me for it. It seems like I have been suspended here for hours. Maybe it has been hours, I can't tell with this blindfold on. I strain my ears for the slightest sound, but I hear nothing. I haven't heard anything since she tied me up here and left me. I don't even know if she is still in the cave with me. I am not afraid though. She would never allow anything to hurt me while I am so helpless. My Mistress will protect me.

When she bent over, presenting me with her luscious backside I just couldn't help myself. Years of training came to bear and before I knew it I was caressing her firm curves. As soon as I did it, I knew I was in trouble. I touched her without her permission, and I was going to pay. She straightened up, looking at me with that domineering spark in her eye, and I nearly wilted on the spot. She just turned from me, not even rewarding me with a slap, and walked away. And now, here I hang, awaiting her pleasure.

I hear a slight sound to my left, and I cock my head in that direction, whimpering. I can't even call out to her, since she has placed some sort of metal bit in my mouth that hinders my speech. The sound disappears, and the silence echoes throughout the cavern. I try to stay as still as possible, willing myself not even to breathe as I strain my ears waiting for any sound. My apprehension grows with every passing second, and I can't stop myself from shifting my weight nervously.

Another sound ricochets off the stone walls, I can't be certain, but I think that it came from behind me this time. I begin to worry, my right fist clenches around my prayer beads in reassurance. I try to force My Lady's name from my lips, but it is muffled by the steel in between my teeth. My arms are sore from being suspended above my head, and my knees are cold from the stone floor. I test my bonds, even though I know I won't break them. That would earn me even greater punishment.

Without warning, a sharp sting sears my buttocks as a switch slashes my bare skin. I grip the bit in my teeth, and hiss at the pain as my hips jerk forward instinctively away from the lash. I hear a low growl behind me, and I quickly right my position, ashamed at my moment of weakness. The switch comes down harder and I can feel the welts begin to rise on my tender skin, but this time I do not jerk away. I take my punishment stoically as the switch falls again and again.

I can not stop the swelling of my penis, as my excitement grows with every slash. I have to grind my teeth against the bit, until my jaw is stiff and sore, to keep from spilling myself right there on the hard, rock floor. Finally, I can not contain my groans any longer, and the muffled sound joins the singing slap of the sapling against my skin. When I think that I can't take it any longer, and I feel as though my ass is on fire, the punishment stops.

I am tense, and I wait expectedly for her next move. I can feel the deliciously intense burn of my heated skin as it stings uncomfortably. I hear what sounds like dripping water, but I do not move my head towards the sound. I want to prove that I can be a good boy.

Suddenly, a cool wet cloth begins to soothe my heated skin, and I sigh with pleasure. The wet cloth takes away the uncomfortable sting leaving only the pleasure of heightened sensitivity. Unconsciously, I shift my weight back, nudging the cloth with my hind end, and I am immediately punished by the quick absence of that cooling caress. I clench my teeth against the urge to whimper, and instead I hang my head in abjection.

I hear the scraping of rock as my punisher moves around to sit in front of me. The soft sent of strawberries from her hair fills the air, and I inhale deeply, gathering as much as possible of that scent into my lungs. I sense a presence lean in close to me, but I do not back away. I feel something warm and soft flick against the corner of my mouth, where it is drawn back by the bit. I realize that it is My Mistress's tongue, and I resist the urge to turn my mouth towards it. Her tongue presses against the bit and slides along its length, entering my mouth on one side only to exit on another. Her tongue slicks against my forcefully parted lips as she does so, and my manhood jumps with excitement.

I feel her hand come up to rest on my chest.  It feels cool and soft, so dainty but so strong.

"Now, I want you to be a good Houshi, and don't move." She breathes the words in my ear. I gulp but remain rigidly still.

I feel her dig her nails into my chest and she trails a long slow path down my abdomen, across my hip to end at my muscular thigh. I fight the urge to buck against her, and instead I begin a slow mantra in the back of my mind to keep control. She leans in close, and I can feel her hardened nipples press against my bare skin. The vision that I create of her naked in front of me, makes me pant faster. Her tongue flicks over my pulse on my neck, before she bites down, sucking my flesh into her warm mouth. She releases me only to slide her tongue back up to my ear.

"I will forgive you, My Houshi, but only if you can prove to me that you deserve that forgiveness. Do you understand?" She asks.

I nod my head quickly. I want nothing more than to prove to My Mistress how good I can be.

"Good. Now it's very important that you don't disappoint me, and loose control of yourself all over the floor, My Houshi." Her voice is stern, and I nod eagerly. I will not disappoint her. No matter what, I will control myself until she tells me otherwise.

I feel her move away from me and the smell of blackberries fills the air. Blackberries? I can hear her moving, and a slight squishing sound. What is she doing? Suddenly, she is back, licking my neck as I feel the back of her hand slide down my chest. The back of her hand? She bites down on my neck again, and I feel her knuckles brush the very tip of my erection. I nearly hiss at the shock of pleasure that shoots through me. She then wraps her hand around me, but something is different. There is something soft and kind of squishy in her hand. As she moves her hand, I can feel small beads burst, and fluid flow down shaft. Then it dawns on me, she has blackberries in her hand, and she is smearing them all over me, using the juice as lubrication.

I forcefully tighten my teeth on the bit, nearly chipping a molar as I choke back my moans. I have never experienced anything like this in my life. The berries allow her hand to slide easily over my erection. She moves slowly at first, but the pace begins to quicken. I nearly jump, when I feel her other hand come up to gently squeeze my sensitive sacs. I throw back my head, and I recite every chat that I had ever been taught in an attempt to control myself. I will not disappoint My Mistress.

When I think that I can handle no more, she stops, and I gasp in relief. I pant as I struggle to get myself back under control, when I hear slight lapping sounds. With a start, I realize she is licking the berry juice from her hand. The erotic image I conjure in my head of her kneeling naked before me while her pink tongue darts out to catch the juice as it rolls off her fingers nearly does me in, and all the control that I have been fighting for nearly slips.

"Stand." She demands. I struggle to do so, but my legs are numb from kneeling so long on the cold ground. Her firm hands grasp me around the ribs and help me to rise. I dig my bare toes into the ground, and the blood flows through my legs like a legion of fire ants marching in my veins. My Mistress hears my wince, so she drops to her knees in front of me, and places her hands on my thighs. She begins to massage them with firm circular motions that ease the pain. When she feels my muscles relax, she flexes her claws, kneading my flesh like a contented kitten.  Her thumbs dip into the inside of my thighs to brush lightly against my hanging orbs.

I feel the tip of her tongue flick against my hardness and desire shoots through me, seeping out of every pore. I want her so badly. Her tongue slides against me, and I know that she is lapping up the juice that is coated on me. She envelopes me with her mouth and the warmth shocks me to the core. Her tongue glides against me as she moves me in and out of her heat. I struggle to stay focused, but my hard won control is quickly slipping from my grasp. I need her. I need her now. After every last drop of juice is gone from my shaft, she moves away from me, and I want to cry at the loss I feel.

I hear her stand up and I feel her hands reach around my head to release the bit from my mouth. I spit it out with me tongue and I swallow convulsively. Her soft mouth descends on mine and she kisses me with so much love that I have to fight the urge not to collapse against her. While our tongues dance she unties my blindfold so I can look upon My Lady's countenance. Her hands then slide up my extended arms to undo the ties at my wrists. I quickly drop my arms around her waist and pull her up against my chest. My hands slide over her smooth back relishing the feel of her silken skin.

I feel her acquiesce to my touch and I know that I have been forgiven. She allows me to take control, so that I may please her. I pull her down to the ground, while still kissing her. My first instinct is to spread her across the floor and delve into her, but as my knees touch the stone I know that I could never let her skin be abraded by this rock. Instead, I lay back onto the floor and I pull her on top of me. She quickly understands what I want and she settles herself on me.

I am frenzied with need and I grip her hips so tightly that I hear her gasp. Instantly, I loosen my grasp but when I look up at her, I see a spark in her eye. I grab her again, and roughly pull her up the length of my erection, her very wetness teasing me. Finally, she gives me what I need so badly. She lifts her self up so that she is poised on my very tip and with one smooth thrust she draws all of me into her. This time, I can not stop the groan that escapes my lips. With one hand, I urge her pace faster and faster while with the other I tease her flower. Her nails dig into my chest as she rides me, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her ebony hair cascading over her shoulders and dancing on my thighs.

I thrust my hips up as she pushes down, until finally it feels like the sun explodes inside my chest. Heat races through my veins and I pore myself into her. I feel her muscles clinch around me as she too finds her release. With a strangled cry, she collapses in a heap on my chest and I wrap my arms around her to keep her safe. My beautiful Sango, how I love her.

Inuyasha's POV

I gather Kagome tightly against my chest as she dozes in the late afternoon sun. I don't want to let her go, ever. I bury my nose in her hair and I inhale deeply as I think back to what has occurred in the last twenty-four hours.

When she ran off to her own time yesterday, I was so mad! Over a pair of panties, no less! It's not like I hadn't been ripping them off every opportunity I got anyways. She had to be so snotty about it too, like I was some little kid that annoyed her. When I finally dug myself out of the hole she had pounded me into she had already had a good ten minute head start. That was long enough to really get me steamed.

I was so pissed that by the time I exited the well I was ready to level the entire house to get to her if I had too. How dare she run away from me. She is my Bitch and she is supposed to stay with me. Even when I felt the burn from the protective scrolls, when I touched the window sill, it still didn't sink in. It wasn't until I was a foot deep in the ground under her window did I realize what she had done.

She locked me out.

I was enraged. I burst through her front door, practically ripping it off the hinges and bound up her stairs. I hit her door at full speed only to land flat on my back in the hallway. More protective barriers. As I lay on the ground staring at the ceiling, that's when it really hit me.

She had locked ME out!

She had never done that before. Sure, we would fight and she would storm off back to her time. Usually, I would let her stew over there for a few days, then I would come and drag her back with me. But she has never, ever, used charms to lock me out. To hide herself away from me. Like she feared me.

When I opened myself up, I could feel the waves of pain rolling off of her. I stood up, demanding to know why she had the charms up. Why was she hiding from me? What had I done? Had I hurt her without my knowing it? She was just a human. She is weak and frail, and she needs me to protect her, not hurt her.

Her pain continued to reach out, enveloping me in a dark cloud. I wanted to burst through the door, draw the Tetsuiga and kill whatever was hurting her. But reason told me that there was nothing in there hurting her, her pain was emotional not physical.

She told me that she wanted to be left alone. She wanted me to leave her, to leave her alone with the pain. How could I tell her that I couldn't leave her? How do I explain the clawing need in my gut when I am near her and the hole in my heart when we are separated? I would rather face the clawing need than the emptiness.

Then it struck me, I was the one causing the pain. My presence was making her hurt. I wanted to plead with her to let me in so I could hold her close, and soothe the pain away, but she wouldn't let me. She kept demanding that I leave, but I couldn't leave her. I would not go back down the well, and allow centuries to separate us. Finally, she conceded to let me stay there in that time, and I walked away from the door. I still wanted inside, but I knew instinctively it was better for me to leave. Besides, I needed to leave. I had to think.

I went outside, and I climbed up into the God tree. I know that Kagome didn't leave her room, because I could hear her mom ask her if she was hungry. I know that she didn't eat because all she did was cry and cry like her heart was broken.

Did I break her heart?

As the moon began to rise, I felt my sorrow rise with it. The pain in my heart was so intense that all I wanted to do was howl until it went away. So I bayed to the Lady Moon of my grief. I sang of my love of Kikyo, so unfairly and prematurely ended, of my betrayal and subsequent imprisonment. I wove a ballad to the Moon of Kagome's gentle hands, and quick smile that fills my heart. Finally, I wailed to the Moon of my promise to go to hell with my love.

But…

I stared at Kagome's window all night.

She lied to me. While we stood in the well house, face to face, she lied to me. She said that she got mad, and that I scared her when I tore her panties off, but I know that was a lie. She really is a bad liar.

When I asked her why she locked me out, she told me that she wanted to see if she could live without me. She said that she couldn't. That was not a lie. I could see it in her eyes, her need for me. It struck me like a bolt of lightning. I wanted to scream that she is strong and she could go on with out me, but she looked so vulnerable, so delicate. She needed protecting. She needed protecting from me, the dirty bastard hanyou. I almost turned away, and left her right then. Better to end it now, then to let her pain grow.

But…

She asked me to make love to her. Not fuck her, but love her. I tried to turn away, but I couldn't remember why I should. She looked at me with her soft eyes, with all the love she had inside of her shinning out and I crumbled. I had to reach out and hold her. I needed her to be in my arms. I needed to love her.

But…

I made love to her, under the warm afternoon sun in a field of flowers. I looked deep into her eyes and held her hand while I joined with her. Nothing could have drawn me away at the moment. It was perfect. I have never been happier in my life. I felt complete and whole for the first time ever. I never wanted it to end.

She said she would die without me, but I have pledged to go to hell with my lo…

I made a promise. My honor demands that I keep it. Kagome said that she can't live without me…I promised Kikyo…I want to howl again, I am so confused.

But...

Do I really love Kikyo?

I clutch Kagome closer to my chest, next to my heart, clinging desperately to this one shred of happiness.