InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Slave to Love ❯ Slave to Love, Part 2 - "My Turn" ( Chapter 2 )

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Slave to Love, Part II - "My Turn"

 

I knew I was in trouble as soon as the words, “My turn,” left his beautiful lips. It didn't take long for him to show me that while he may have no problem indulging my whims -- sometimes -- there's always a price to be paid for such indulgence.

 

“Get up,” he ordered. A small, devious smile played about his lips, and my stomach did a flip flop.

 

I did as ordered and extricated myself from his semi-erect length. Shaky limbs carried me to the center of the room where I stood, head bent and hands behind my back, obediently awaiting his pleasure.

 

A firm tug at my elbow and a clawed hand splayed upon the small of my back indicated that I was to move. A few steps across the thick hunter carpeting brought me face to face with my instrument of punishment. I heard him chuckle low in his throat as I glared at the evil contraption.

 

“Sit.” His clipped tone left no room for argument, not that I would anyway. I was in enough trouble to begin with.

 

“Yes Master,” I all but whispered, my throat and lips having gone suddenly dry. Excitement trailed the sliver of apprehension that slid down my spine.

 

There was a slight pressure on my shoulders from his big, warm hands. I hesitated only briefly before acceding to his silent command to sit.

 

A corner of his mouth lifted in a knowing smirk. “I see you still have a bit of rebellion left in you.” The other corner joined its twin. “Not for long.”

 

His tone alarmed me. It said that he was going to make me suffer; then make me beg. After all, torture of a sexual nature was the best insurance policy against a wayward pet.

 

“Arms behind the chair back, and spread your legs.”

 

Thick, silver tresses brushed lightly over the skin of my thighs as he knelt in front of me, goose bumps peppering my skin in their wake. Claw tips teased my skin as he spread my legs wide and positioned each over the wooden slats on either side of the seatless contraption that was to become my temporary prison. He made short work of the leather straps attached to the seat and front legs of the chair. I swallowed hard as I stared in trepidation at the matching pieces of leather that encased the top of each of my thighs, knees, and ankles.

 

Heat pooled where his golden gaze lingered; on my quivering snatch, wide open and exposed to his lust-filled countenance.

 

"Wet again so soon, little slut?"

 

A flush stole over my skin at his brazen words. It's amazing that after all the time that we've been together, and after everything we've done, that he could still embarrass me with such a simple phrase.

 

Fire blazed in his whiskey orbs and a shudder ran through my body when I felt his fingers brush through the dark curls covering my bared honey box. He stood in one fluid motion, the muscles of his sleek, naked body bunching at the motion. A small spark ignited within the pit of my stomach.

 

Warm breath tickled my ear as he spoke behind me, his voice rough velvet.

 

“Hands together, Kagome, wrist to wrist.”

 

The flame caught.

 

Pressure on my waist and a sharp tug on my hands indicated that both were firmly bound to one another at the back of the chair with yet more evil cowhide. More leather bands made their home both above and below my naked breasts. I tugged at my bonds experimentally only to confirm what I already knew; even the most miniscule movement was impossible.

 

I felt his fingers lovingly brush my hair back away from my face and behind my ears. Goosebumps returned as the dark, tangled mess cascaded in unruly masses down my back and bushed lightly over my bound arms.

 

“Open wide, bitch.”

 

I complied, and the scent and taste of rubber assaulted my senses just before a large ball-gag was shoved behind my teeth. My jaw screamed at the violation, a soft moan escaping the back of my throat at the immediate ache.

 

I felt him move away to some point farther behind me for a few brief moments. A sliver of fear snaked its way along my spine when I heard what I assumed was the “toy drawer” being roughly opened. I dared not turn around to find out for sure for fear of further retribution. I jumped as far as my bindings would allow as I heard the drawer slam shut and felt his presence draw closer.

 

He moved around to stand in front of me again. Apprehension blossomed into full blown fear as my eyes landed on the black devils he held in his long, clawed fingers.

 

The fire within kicked up a notch.

 

With my abused lips stretched obscenely around red rubber, I was unable to manage more than a few pathetic grunts or groans. My eyes lifted and locked onto his willing them to notice and comprehend the plea for mercy shining within their chocolate depths.

 

“Sorry, pet. You wanna play, you have to pay. You know the rules.” A hint of remorse flashed behind his eyes, so fast I was almost sure that I had imagined it.

 

Once again, he was on his knees in front of me, his silver head bent to the task before him. I concentrated on the furry appendages atop his head as they flicked unconsciously. Unable to move, there wasn't much that I could do other than continue to pathetically moan out my predicament behind my gag as he gently inserted first one then the other hated devices into their respectful quivering orifices. Another band of leather was attached to the back of my waist strap and yanked roughly between my legs to be secured tightly in the front. The stiff binding sat nestled in the crevice of my ass and tightly between my pussy lips, effectively trapping the vibrating plastic demons deep within my over-sensitized body.

 

He lifted his silver head and graced me with his infuriating trademark smirk. His handsome face closed the distance, and his warm lips brushed my forehead before everything went dark. Apparently, I had failed to notice the blindfold that accompanied the other vile implements of punishment.

 

The fire blazed hotter.

 

I don't know how long I sat there, trapped in an abject misery of my own making. A fine sheen of sweat broke out over my nude body and my breaths became shallow gasps as the buzzing torture devices buried deep within my lower holes kept me on the brink. Fat tears of frustration welled up behind my blindfold. My seatless hell robbed me of rubbing myself to completion -- if I could have moved in my bondage, which I couldn't; yet another reason to loathe the evil bottomless contraption that was my prison.

 

My pussy and anus twitched against their pulsating invaders, but without clitoral stimulation, I stayed teetering on top of the fence. The fire within my gut had long since blazed uncontrollably and burned a path south. Distorted whimpers continued to escape through my gagged mouth. Only my beautiful Master could help me now. Only his skillful hands and mouth could ease my suffering.

 

Suddenly, sight was abruptly returned to me. I blinked and waited for my eyes to adjust. As if in answer to my garbled pleas, my vision cleared to reveal my Master standing above me in all his perfect, naked glory. His beautiful cock standing loud and proud against a nest of silver. A small rueful smile played about his full lips.

 

“Has the little slut had enough?” he quipped.

 

I nodded my head furiously. More incomprehensible moans and grunts welled within my throat as I tried to verbally convey my submission.

 

In my half-delirious state, I felt him remove the crotch strap. His nose twitched when a rush of juices followed the removal of the vibrators. He leaned down and inhaled deeply. His warm breath fanned my aching clit as he exhaled sharply. My head fell back, and I whined pitifully as shudders ran through my body.

 

Leaning back, he looked up at me knowingly. “Look at that. Your dirty little pussy is sopping wet. Now, tell me what you want, my filthy little cunt.”

 

I stared at him with wide, disbelieving eyes. How was I supposed to do that with this vile rubber incapacitating my tongue and jaws? Tears, previously trapped by the blindfold, flowed freely down my heated cheeks. I lowered my eyes to his straining erection and back up again. He chuckled darkly in comprehension, one sharp fang glinting in the artificial light.

 

“Is this what you want?” he asked as he brought his hand up slowly. Long fingers wrapped around the stiff member and began to stroke the engorged flesh teasingly. After a few minutes, he must have taken pity on me as he released his cock and leaned forward again.

 

“Sorry, pet. Maybe later. But for now, I think you've suffered enough.”

 

Thank God!!

 

A jolt shot through my entire being as his rough tongue made contact with my engorged nub. Struggling wildly, I cursed the bonds and the man that held me a prisoner to my lust. Another long swipe of his hot appendage pushed me farther over the edge until I was dangling precariously.

 

Just as I was about to fall, he pulled back, ripping a scream of denial from my throat.

 

“You want to cum?”

 

I again nodded furiously.

 

“Beg me.”

 

With those two words, he reached behind me and unfastened the straps that held the gag in place. It took a bit of force to remove it, but it finally came dislodged. A small cry of relief left my mouth as I painfully worked feeling back into my jaws.

 

He sat back on his heels, an expectant look in his eye.

 

“Well?” he barked angrily.

 

“Please Master. Please allow me to cum,” I sobbed out pitifully.

 

“I thought I taught you better than that, bitch. Now beg!” he roared.

 

I was crying, openly now, in complete and abject frustration.

 

“Please. I beg of you, Master,” I wailed. “Please allow this dirty slut to cum.”

 

“What do you want? Tell me exactly what you want, slut,” he demanded again.

 

“I want you to make me cum, Sir!.  Please touch me again and allow me to cum,” I begged.

 

“Good girl.”

 

Before I registered his compliance, he slipped one clawed finger into my dripping hole. A second joined the first, then a third. His lips fastened around my clit and he sucked, hard. A sound, somewhere between moan and scream, emerged from my abused lips. I surged against my bonds as I felt myself beginning to freefall again. My eyes squeezed tightly shut against the building pressure. Intense pleasure, bordering almost on pain, spread through my lower body. I begged him to stop, over and over again. I couldn't take the wave of sensations anymore; they were drowning me. But he just chuckled and pumped his digits harder and faster into my dripping channel and lapped at my angry clit with ferocity. At that moment, something deep inside splintered and white light exploded behind my closed eyelids. An explosive orgasm, the intensity of which I had never before experienced, erupted through my body, destroying all sense of time and space in its path. The only thing I was remotely aware of was the liquid heat that poured from within me to coat the fingers still buried deep inside my soaked snatch.

 

It took me several minutes to regain my composure. I vaguely registered the removal of first his fingers and then the leather restraints. Instinctively aware that my limbs would never hold me for quite a while yet, he gently lifted me and placed me on the bed.

 

“Better?” he asked quietly as he smoothed my sweat-dampened hair from my brow and dropped a soft kiss on my trembling lips.

 

“Yes, Master,” I croaked through parched lips.

 

“Will we be crossing the line again?” he asked, one black brow raised in challenge.

 

“Most definitely,” I breathed with a sly smile.

 

He looked at me with a devilish grin and slyly inquired, “Guess what?”

 

Exhausted, I could only look at him quizzically with half-lidded eyes.

 

“It's later.”

 

~Fin