InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Shear Pleasure ❯ Chapter 9

Chapter 9

 

 

 

After her last client at 6:30, Deidre cleaned up her station. After locking her tools up in her cart, she snatched her stuff and said goodbye to everyone. She was glad she was off tomorrow. She needed a break. She climbed into her car and drove the short way home. She ran inside and then realized she had no idea what to wear. She grabbed the phone and scrolled through the caller ID. She tried Sessh at home and got no answer. She knew the number to his store wouldn't be in the phone book, so she called 411. After she got the number, she called there.

“Primal Threads. How may I help you?”

“Sessh?”

“Yeah.”

“It's Deidre. I just got home and realized I have no clue what to wear tonight. Help me out here!”

He laughed. “If I had my way…uh, business casual is fine. Basically what you wear to work would be ok.”

“Oh, good. Ok, that's all I needed. See you at 8:00. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Deidre hung up and threw the phone down. She ran upstairs and hopped in the shower. She dried quickly, fixed her hair up and slapped on some makeup. She waltzed into her room and opened her closet. She stood there for a moment, deciding what to wear. She finally selected a knee length angled deep purple skirt and a black corset with a black button down shirt over it. She picked out a pair of black stiletto heels and slipped them on. Silver hoops and a matching necklace finished her ensemble. She carefully maneuvered down the stairs and sat gently on the couch. It was 7:30. Good, she was early.

 

 

Meanwhile…

“Shit! Shit, shit, shit! I'm going to be fucking late!” Sessh stomped around his room, clad only in a pair of black dress pants. “Damnit!”

With his hair wrapped in a towel (A/N: Girly, I know!), he threw on a white undershirt and a black dress shirt. Bending over he towel-dried his hair. Knowing he didn't have enough time to blow-dry it, he put some gel in it and brushed it back into a low ponytail. Finishing up, he put on a belt and his shoes. Sessh ran downstairs, retrieved his jacket, wallet and keys and slammed out the door. Time check: 7:45 pm.

 

 

8:10 pm. Deidre paced around her living room. Sessh was always early. “Wait a minute. He's only ever come here once. That can't count as always.” She muttered. “But, what if something happened? Or,” Her face reddened. “He better not stand me up!” She didn't think he'd do that, but then again, you never know. Guys don't think like the rest of us. She stalked out into the kitchen and poured herself a drink. Slamming back the bourbon, she relaxed. Deidre poured herself another one and meandered back in the living room and sat on the arm of the couch. She sipped her drink plaintively. Just as she had resolved to walk back upstairs and go to bed, the doorbell rang. The little devil on her shoulder told her not to open it and say fuck it, but the angel won out. Opening the door, she put on her biggest (read fakest) smile. “Hello.” Sessh looked absolutely amazing! One look at him and she couldn't stay mad. He was dressed in head to toe black and his platinum hair was swept into a low ponytail. The way the silver reflected off of the black was amazing. And his eyes. They were on fire. “Uh-oh,” Deidre thought to herself. “I'm in trouble tonight.”

 

 

Sessh was standing in the presence of heaven. Deidre looked lovely. An amazing plum skirt showed off her legs. Her breasts were hugged and amplified by a tight satin corset. An open button down shirt gave her a hint of modesty. On her feet, were quite possibly the sexiest shoes he had ever seen. Silver jewelry added an elegant touch. Her hair was pulled up into a funky, spiky up-do. He wished her hair was down and in its natural state. He knew it was curly and he wanted to see it. If he had his way, he'd see it later tonight. Then, he noticed the tumbler in her hand. “Couldn't wait, could we?”

“Nope. I needed a drink to calm myself down. Don't worry, I'm not sloshed. I can hold my own.”

“I have no doubt. Shall we go?”

“Let me get my jacket.” Deidre grabbed her jacket and walked out the door. She locked the door behind her and followed Sessh to his car.

He opened the door for her and assisted her in. Shutting the door, he walked around and climbed in his side. “Ready to be wined and dined?”

“As ready as I'll ever be.”

Sessh started the car. He pulled out of the driveway and headed out.

“Where are we going?”

“Gardenia's.”

“Gardenia's? But, that place is outrageous. And you need a reservation, like, a month in advance. And you need to put money down just to make the reservation! Are you crazy?” Deidre shook her head.

“Yes, I am.” Sessh said, eyes on the road.

“Oh, great. Here I am, in a car with a psycho. Fabulous.” She muttered dryly.

Sessh laughed. He pulled into Gardenia's and allowed the valet take the car. He let his hand rest on the small of her back and lead her inside. He stepped up, spoke to the hostess and they were led to a small candle lit table in the rear corner of the restaurant. Sessh pulled out Deidre's chair for her and then settled into his own.

“I can't let you do this! You are spending entirely too much money on me!”

“No, I'm not. If I had my way, I'd spend a lot more.”

“I'm only getting a salad. I won't let you spoil me like this.”

“Then, I'll just have to order for you. I'm pretty sure I can guess what you like.”

Deidre was exasperated. “You win. I'll get `real' food. Are you happy?”

“Extremely.” The waiter walked over and presented Sessh with the wine list. “I'll take a bottle of cabernet, please.”

“Of course, sir.” The waiter walked off.

“A bottle? You weren't kidding about the wine part, were you?”

“Nope. Do I look like I joke about these things?”

“I guess not.” Deidre sighed. “I wish you wouldn't do this. I'm just going to disappoint you, like I did everyone else.”

“You could not disappoint me if you tried.” Sessh smiled and held her hand. The waiter stepped back up to the table and poured a glass of wine for each of them. “Are you ready to order?”

“Yes, of course. I will have the filet mignon with roasted garden vegetables, please.” Sessh placed his order.

“And you, ma'am?”

“The rosemary chicken with mashed sweet potatoes would be excellent, thank you.”

“No problem. I'll take your menus.” He gathered the menus and left Sessh and Deidre. They sat in amicable quiet for a few moments.

“Do you work tomorrow?” Sessh queried.

“No, hallelujah! What about you?”

“I am off as well.”

They spent the moments in light conversation until their meal arrived. They ate in relative silence, their meals so good, each savoring every bite. They both declined dessert and after a brief spat, Sessh paid the bill. He also made sure a generous tip was left for their waiter. Deidre was helped into her jacket and the pair walked outside. As the valet retrieved the Lexus, Sessh turned to her. “Do you want to go back to my place? It's early and I can make you some coffee if you'd like.”

“That'd be fine. I just hope you have some of those `nasty' additives I can put into my coffee and mar its perfection.”

Sessh sighed. “I do. I was so hoping you wouldn't stoop to that.”

“Tough. Deal with it.” With that, Deidre slid into the passenger side of the Lexus as the valet held the door open. Sessh tipped the valet and dropped into the driver's seat. He drove back to his house. He heard Deidre gasp as he pulled into his driveway.

“Holy shit. Wow.” Deidre was in awe. “This is your house?”

“Yeah. My father gave it to me.” Sessh admitted.

“That's cool. Ain't nothing wrong with a free house. Where do I sign up?” Deidre looked as Sessh. “Seriously.”

“I think it's too big. Too much space for loneliness.”

“Do you have any pets? That would help.”

“No. No pets. I'm not home enough to properly take care of a pet. It wouldn't be fair.” He parked the car in the garage and was headed over to Deidre to open the door for her. She beat him to it, however.

“I'm a big girl. No worries.” She closed the door. “Lead away.”

Sessh unlocked the door and they walked into the house. Deidre's eyes widened as she looked around.

“This place is amazing. Boring, but amazing. It's got potential.”

“Really now? And what is my house lacking?”

“Honestly? A woman's touch. As fashionable as you may be, this just won't cut it. It's almost too fashionable. A home is supposed to be comfortable. A place where everything else is left outside. Where you can run around naked, dancing on the couch if you want to. You know.” She shrugged. She had turned away from him as she spoke. She felt his arms snake around her stomach. He whispered huskily into her ear.

“Would you like to be that woman?” His breath on ear turned her on. She could feel herself dampening under his touch.

“Depends on what you got to offer. I can be picky.”

With that, he turned her around and locked his lips onto hers. He suckled and nibbled her lower lip and delighted in the whimpers he elicited from her. He intensified his kiss, pulling her body closer to his. Sessh's hands drifted over her round bottom and he pulled her hips against his. “See what you do to me?” He growled.

Deidre couldn't see it, but she could unquestionably feel it. She melted into his clutch, loving the feel of him. She broke their kiss and pulled away. Before he could question, she started to unbutton his shirt. She finished and slipped it off of him. She frowned as she saw he had another shirt on underneath. Deidre grabbed the bottom of it and lifted. He obliged, raising his arms. The shirt was thrown to the side. She marveled at the sight of his bare chest. He was cut like a Grecian statue. She tilted forward, running her tongue over his collarbone, enjoying the feel of his skin. She heard his breath hitch and was shocked when he pulled away. “Hey. Come back here.”

“No.” Sessh scooped her up bridal style and carried her upstairs to his room. He kicked the door open with his foot and tenderly laid her on his bed. “It would seem that you're overdressed for this occasion.” With that statement, he began to remedy the situation. He trailed his hot tongue down her neck, over her clavicle and into the dell of her breasts created by the corset. He laved a path over the tops of her rounded globes, making her shiver with delight. He pushed off the button down shirt and was astonished at her beauty. “You are perfect.” He breathed. He drank in the sight of her, perfect breasts dipping into a narrow waist and flaring out to flawless hips, the kind of hips made for bearing children. His mind wandered to the notion of her pregnant, carrying his unborn child. The primal idea of spilling his seed into her, claiming her as his, caused his erection to grow harder, if that was possible. Sessh pulled down the zipper on the side of her corset, letting her globes spill into his hands. He was surprised that she had her nipples pierced. He caressed them, worshiped them and lowered his mouth to her hardened nipple. He suckled on it like a man starving to death. And, in a way, he was. He craved her like his lungs needed oxygen. His tongue worked its way down her abdomen. He dipped into her belly button and massaged where her skirt met her skin. His hands grasped the material and pulled it down slowly. He removed the garment and discarded it to the floor. She lay before him, clothed only in her satin panties and her stilettos. He smoothly removed her shoes and ran a hand up her leg. His fingers brushed across her sex through her panties and he felt the wet heat emanating from her core. His hands danced across her hips and he took a hold of the skimpy fabric covering her. He slid it leisurely down her legs and let it fall to the floor. Sessh positioned himself between her legs and moved them apart. He breathed deeply, inhaling her excitement. His tongue darted out and caught her in the most intimate of places. Her hips rose to meet his exploring tongue. Encouraged, he began to taste her more rapidly. She sighed, reaching down to tangle her hands in his silver strands.

 

He was killing her. She was sure of it. A slow, pleasure-filled death. What a way to go. She quaked under the feel of his tongue, heat coursing through her body. She wouldn't mind dying here. It would all be worth it. She gasped as his tongue dipped into her center. He snaked his way up her slit, working voodoo on her swollen bud. She writhed with pleasure, nearing orgasm. He sensed it and intensified his manipulations. She held his head in place as her hips started to buck uncontrollably. He looked up at her and murmured against her center. “Let go.”

 

She lost it. He rejoiced at the feel of her juices flowing into his mouth. She tasted every bit as sweet as he imagined she would. His mouth worked, as not to let any of her sacred nectar escape him. Once he was satisfied that he had done his job, he stood up and slipped out of the remainder of his garments. Sessh looked at her quivering on his bed, glistening with perspiration. She looked like a goddess. He moved to cover her with his body. He feathered kisses on her upper body, revering her temple. He needed her. He couldn't wait any longer to take her.

 

Deidre was floating. This man had done things to her that she had only read about. She reached down and took hold of his manhood. She guided him to her waiting mound. Her back arched as he slid into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. The experience of him was overwhelming. They moved together in a gentle rhythm, professing their love through touch. He drove into her, his pelvis grazing her clit with each thrust.

 

She felt amazing. Her sheath encased him immaculately, like she was made for him exclusively. Her muscles clamped around his length, drawing a moan from his lips. She mumbled her appreciation and he replied in kind. He quickened his pace, wanting to send her into heaven. Her hips left the bed, her heels digging into his buttocks. He reached down and swept over her clit. She flinched, pressing closer to him. He withdrew his hand and went to her hair. He removed the bobby pins in her hair as he continued to make love to her. The bobby pins removed and tossed to the side, he adulated in the scene of her hair tumbling over her shoulders. Her eyes closed as his ministrations kept on. He felt her muscles spasm. He wanted to watch her as she gave herself to him. “Open your eyes.” She did and he maneuvered into her, while reaching back down and stimulating her bud. She whimpered, begging for him to release her. He pulled out and thrust back into her. Her eyes widened as she tumbled in to the light.

 

“Sessh!” His name ripped from her throat. She slammed her hips against his, wanting to draw his own orgasm out. He roared and buried himself to the hilt. Her muscles milked him, as she got lost in her own release. Deidre felt his seed spill into her as he cried out her name. She continued to contract around him, pulling everything from him. His breathing erratic, he sank onto her, still within her. She wrapped her arms around him, stroking his hair. She nuzzled her face against him and bathed in the delicious aftershock. His lips moved against her and she heard him say the one thing she had never truly listened to. “I love you.”