InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Slave to Love ❯ Slave to Love, Part 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Prone. That's the way I like him. Preferably with my cunt smothering his face, as is my current position; my favorite position. His favorite too, if truth be told. However, he obviously wasn't talking. Besides, he'd rather me beat the confession from him, and who am I to disappoint?

My hole, dripping with his hot saliva and my own love juices, screamed to be filled. His tongue skills are good, but my treasure chest needs plundering. I lift myself from his beautiful face, slick with my essence, and reposition myself over his stiff cock. It jumps, bobbing in anticipation.

"You don't cum until I say you cum, got it?" His throbbing cock answered my demand with another thump against my sopping entrance. My dirty mouth and lust-roughened voice always turns him on. He likes to let me think I have the upper hand, like now, but we both know better. The next round will find me lying prone, his balls busting my nose and his cock bruising the back of my throat as he fucks my face. But for now, it's my turn.

"Yes, Mistress," he replies, his deep, sultry voice strained with passion.

I straddle his hips and position my scorching mound. With one swift motion, I impale myself fully upon his straining staff. Bending over, I meld my lips to his, our tongues mimicking our lower bodies. I draw my heat up slowly, clenching my inner walls on the ascent, only to descend sharply, once again impaling myself upon his pulsing cock. Over and over I repeat my erotic dance, grinding my hips to his in circular motions before ascending and impaling again.

"Oh fuck, 'Gome, you fuck me so good baby," he ground out between clenched teeth.

The pained expression on his face as I abruptly stop all motion is almost comical. I say almost because it has just about killed me too, but his outburst is insubordinate. He needs to be taught a lesson.

"What is my name, Slave?" I demand.

Immediately realizing his slip up, he lowers his whiskey orbs and murmurs, "Your name is Mistress. I beg you, please forgive me."

"Beg? Oh yes, you will. You know the rules, InuYasha. An obedient slave speaks only when spoken too, and the correct response would be?" I ask, watching in amusement as his jaw ticked. My man is all alpha male. My pussy is getting wetter, if that is even at all possible at this point, at the thought of the retribution he will exact when it is my turn to play slave.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Very good. Now, would you like Mistress to resume?" Lust shot through me as his cock thumped my inner walls in response. My eyebrow raises involuntarily.

"Yes, Mistress."

I reach down, lift his big, sweaty hands, and bring them to my jiggling jugs as I resume my dance of domination. Over and over again, up and down, his cock hitting that special place inside, pushing me ever closer to the precipice of bliss. Sweat and love tonic pool where our bodies are joined, the fluids shining like rain drops on his spiked pubes. A tingling is beginning in the pit of my belly as I inch closer and closer to the edge. I lift my gaze and sapphire collides with gold. His sweaty locks spill about his head like a platinum halo. His handsome visage grows taut as his own peak nears.

"Is my dirty Slave ready to cum for his Mistress?" I grab his right hand and guide it towards my slit.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Play with your Mistress's clit," I pant, hardly able speak at this point, let alone bark out commands. Between his finger massaging my engorged clit and his throbbing cock buried deep inside my love canal, coherent thought is just that ... a thought.

"Please Mistress, may I be allowed to cum?" His pleading tone is the proverbial straw. I can't take anymore. I need to cum. NOW!

"Yes, yes my Slave. Cum. Paint your Mistress's womb with your filthy sperm," I scream, the walls of my cunt rippling against his massive length as the dam breaks and my orgasm spills forth.

I hear him dimly through my euphoric haze moaning out his climax. I feel his cock begin to soften as he ejects ribbon after ribbon of cum into my waiting womb. His arms come up to catch me as, exhausted, I slump forward onto his sweat-slicked chest. There's no need for words. We lay together, still joined, as our hearts regulate and our breathing normalizes.

After a few minutes, he stirred beneath me. I felt his dick, still inside my eager pussy, beginning to swell again. His warm breath in my ear sends a chill up my spine as he softly murmurs, "My turn."

My heart rate escalates again, in apprehension and anticipation.

"Yes, Master."