InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Stream of Consciousness: A LiveJournal Collection ❯ A Small Victory ( Chapter 19 )

Title: A Small Victory

Community: Iyhedonism

Theme: 69

Place Earned: none

Genre: Hentai

Rating: R

Word count: 664

Warnings: sexual content, SM play

 

 

**Warnings and Info**

This story contains sexual content and (consensual) SM play. Adults only.

This story is pure smut, and really has nothing to do with the Inuyasha universe. It would work just fine as original fiction

AU

Characters = never specified (reader's choice)

 

 

A Small Victory

 

It still scares me to think of how close we came to divorce. The damn papers were on the table, and in the end, it was that one last argument that saved our marriage. I remember feeling so angry, so helpless to stop this, that I stopped holding myself back. I had always been gentle with her when we made love, despite my true desires. My fear of hurting her just couldn't give me enough resolve to restrain myself that night. So I snapped, pushing her front against the wall, tearing off her panties, and fucking her from behind as I lived out one of my darkest fantasies. It took me only a few seconds to realize that this was one of her fantasies as well.

 

Since that day, our activities have taken us even further into the shady side of sex. We finally started being ourselves in bed, and the honesty and communication helped us pull our marriage back together. Today, I have my little minx trussed up in one of my favorite fashions. Black ropes bind her wrists together behind her back, the color a stark contrast to the paleness of her supple skin. More cords wind around her torso, criss-crossing around the base of her ample breasts and highlighting them. She moans, still unhappy with me for applying the hated elbow rope, which forces her elbows together behind her back. She looks at me, silently pleading I won't stifle her with the red ball gag she loathes so much. Of course, I know there are a lot of things she pretends to hate but actually loves—take spanking, for example—and part of the fun for me is figuring out which is which.

 

Snapping my fingers, I draw her attention, making an open-hand motion toward my lower half. I am wearing only an unbuttoned shirt, and she knows what I want as soon as she lays eyes on my stiff manhood. She eagerly closes the distance and takes my entire cock in her mouth without preamble. Now it is my turn to groan, as she expertly goes to work on me. Performing this act always gets her wet, just as sampling her little flower always makes me rigid as steel. And I intend to do just that; I have something new planned.

 

I surprise her when I pull away and lay face-up on the bed. She tries to mount me a couple times but I stop her. She looks at me in confusion, clearly not getting it. I grin maliciously; I will have to punish her for her `disobedience' later. Picking her up, I place her in the correct position, and she begins sucking enthusiastically again. This has become another game, and she already has taken a head start. Whoever cums first is the loser.

 

With that in mind, I lean my head upward and begin teasing her pussy, thrilled that each action on my part draws a twitch or groan from her. But after a few minutes, it is clear to me that I am losing this battle. Reaching into the drawer, I fumble for my secret weapon. And it's not cheating, because I make the rules, dammit! I briefly lick the small cylindrical object, the only lubrication she will need. She quivers when I begin teasing around the edge of her little rosebud, and her whole body jolts and shudders when I firmly shove it into her ass and start pistoning in and out in long, slow strokes. And even then, despite the added stimulation, she is just too good for me. I blow my load a full minute or two before she does, and as if to brag she is especially vocal tonight when she finally orgasms. After she has come down from her high, she grins at me over her shoulder. I grin back, content to let her have her small victory. Her smile won't last; that red ball gag has her name written all over it.

 

 

A/N - this was a boatload of fun to write! I may have to do this kind of thing more often.