InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ This Thing Called Destiny. ❯ PAPER: Oh, the Games We Play. ( Chapter 10 )

Title: Oh, the Games We Play.

Author: Sun

Prompt: Paper - Anniversary Challenge

Genre: Canon, Divergence

Rating: Adult +

Warnings: Childish games, explicit sex, biting, spanking, male domination/female submission.

Word Count: 1,255

Summary: Kagome tries to teach Sesshomaru one of her favorite games from the modern era, and he decides to teach her one of his…

 

 

“Stop.”

 

“Not yet.”

 

He blinked. “I said stop, miko.”

 

She continued. “And I said not yet, my lord.”

 

He glared at the back of her head as she bent over his desk. His private study was dimly lit, but that didn't stop her from using his pen and paper however she pleased. Of course, it also did not stop his eyes from roaming along the gentle curves of her body, which were, at the current moment, well-hidden beneath a dark blue yukata. He, too, was dressed and ready for bed, but neither of them felt much like sleeping. As a powerful youkai, Sesshomaru really had no need for sleep more than once a week, and Kagome had become far too used to her strange sleeping schedule from her days spent traveling with Inuyasha and his tachi.

 

Therefore, when she sat up in the large, lush bed in Sesshomaru's private bed chambers and asked him if he wanted to learn something from her time, he was more than happy to oblige.

 

Now, sitting here in the near darkness with the prized miko, the Lord of the West watched her, a slightly annoyed expression marring his beautiful and normally emotionless features. When she looked up at him finally, he noticed the quickly dissipating enthusiasm, and he realized that he was even better at hiding his amusement with her than he had originally thought.

 

“Are you finished?” he asked her, a light brush of sarcasm evident in his airy tone. Kagome's slightly crestfallen expression suddenly morphed into a bemused smirk; it had taken her exactly three days and seven hours to truly map out Sesshomaru's body language and what it meant to her - or their relationship.

 

Things were still a bit rocky, but they were at least trying. After all, nobody's perfect. Sesshomaru had his arrogant, hoity-toity days, but Kagome knew that she had her bitchy, self-righteous days as well.

 

Honestly, she still wasn't quite sure how they managed to deal with each other. She felt that she was too wild and independent for him and that he was too uptight for her to handle for more than a couple of days.

 

But, somehow, they managed.

 

She knew right then, standing beside him and his desk, that he was more entertained by her strange ways than anything else. Kagome stepped back, laying the ink pen down flat on the desk, and she crossed her arms over her chest. “Now, just take the pen and draw a line straight through the swirl.”

 

Sesshomaru picked up the pen and held it in his hand, staring, slightly puzzled, down at the chalked-up piece of paper. When he remained motionless, Kagome sighed and reached forward. “Like this,” she murmured, the palm of her small hand resting against the back of his. Moving his hand for him, she pressed the tip of the pen down on the paper and ran it across, drawing a thin, slightly curving line right through the swirl she'd made before. As Sesshomaru watched her closely, she continued to use his hand - which still clutched the ink pen - to count every time that the line crossed a line that was part of the rather large swirl.

 

“Seventeen is your number,” she told the Lord of the West, and he nodded, digesting the information with ease.

 

He looked up at her as she went through each and every list of names and numbers she had written down for him, and he asked in a quiet voice, “What do you call this game again, miko?”

 

Kagome smiled at him, still somewhat delighted by his official name for her. “It's called Mash,” she told him, and he nodded once more. “It's just a girly game that me and my friends played quite a bit.”

 

He stood and stepped to the side, coming to stand directly behind her. As Sesshomaru took her shoulders in his hands and squeezed and massaged the tense muscles, Kagome became putty in his hands. She slowly dropped the ink pen, and they both allowed it to roll freely across the desk as he stooped down and swung her legs into his other arm, tilting her over and picking her up off her feet.

 

“Sesshomaru?”

 

“Hn?”

 

“What are you doing?”

 

He paused, silent as he made his way through the large domicile. “Preparing to teach you one of my favorite games.”

 

“Oh.” She was silent for a minute, enjoying the feel of his arms wrapped protectively around her, and then she asked, “What game?”

 

He actually cracked what looked to be a smile. “Sometimes we call it Mash as well.”

 

A light blush speckled Kagome's cheeks and nose right then; she knew exactly what game he was preparing to play. As soon as they made it together through the door of his chambers, he tilted her in his arms again, situating her against his torso so that she could swing her legs around his waist. Her arms snaked around his neck, and he pulled her into a deep kiss, their lips moving against each other in a most sensual way. He carried her to the bed, laying her down on her back and pressing himself on top of her, his lips never leaving hers for more than a second.

 

Finally, Sesshomaru released her from his embrace, eliciting a small, disappointed whimper from her. Grasping her firmly by her hips, he turned her over onto her stomach, pulling her yukata gently from her body. “Now you are the student, miko,” he murmured, and Kagome shivered at the feeling of his breath against her bare back. “I will be the sensei.” He stood beside the bed and disrobed, and Kagome stayed on her hands and knees for him, waiting.

 

He took his rightful place behind her, his stomach pressing against her luscious ass. His nose trailed up her spine, and it was followed closely by his tongue. Her skin smelled and tasted beautiful, and he couldn't wait to have her to himself again… but he wanted to completely dominate her, mind and soul.

 

She pushed against him, and he nipped her shoulder while slapping her ass especially hard. The combined sensations sent Kagome's arousal into a frenzy, and the taiyoukai could scent the spike. He smirked at her easy submission, and he spanked her hard on the ass again.

 

She grunted, a not very feminine noise, but sexy nonetheless. “What was that for?” she asked him in a breathy voice. “I'm being a good girl for you, aren't I?”

 

Sesshomaru gave her an uncharacteristic smirk over her shoulder. “Yes, miko, are a suitable bitch for this Sesshomaru,” he answered.

 

“So why'd you do that?”

 

He slid his cock into her wet pussy right then, without any warning; he relished the sound of her loud moaning at the sudden friction, and he snickered quietly. “For the same reason that I did that,” he whispered against her supple skin. “Because I wanted to.”

 

Kagome cried out as he moved within her and against her; soon, Sesshomaru's beast was threatening to take him over, and he flew into a frenzy, fucking her with as much speed and as much strength as he knew that she could handle. She screamed his name suddenly as she was overcome with yet another orgasm, and he followed closely with a grunt of his own, spilling the warm seed deep inside her womb.

 

The miko collapsed on the bed, and Sesshomaru pulled out slowly after another minute and lay down beside her.

 

Finally, they sank into satisfied, dreamless sleep.