Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Secrets ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own YYH or any characters herein. Nor do I claim to know about the sex lives of the characters involved. I do this for fun because I'm a hentai and I like to speculate. So no suing ok?

Secret

He stood there in the darkened room, illuminated only by the dancing candle flames that came from the table carrying instruments of torture. His hands were bound behind his back with leather trimmed handcuffs. His hair fell down in tousled spikes, no longer held in place by all the gel he normally wore. Black cloth covered his eyes. The side of his face was stinging slightly from the light slap she had given him. Red streaks crisscrossed all over his back. A testimony to the careful application of her whip.

But then, he had been a very bad boy.

She could practically taste the heady combination of his fear and excitement. Fear that she would stop. Excitement for what she had planned for him. His slender, muscular body trembled because of her. For her. He belonged to her completely. She found that knowledge incredibly erotic.

She circled around him like a predator. Her heels clicking in a dangerous rhythm against the wooden floor. At her side the whip she wielded twitched in her grasp like the tail of an angry cat. But his punishment was complete at the moment. There was soft thud when she allowed the lash to slide from her grasp.

She brushed her body against his, allowing her barely covered breasts to brush against the wall of his chest. Her nipples hardened against his skin. She brought her hips closer to his, pushing herself against him, only to draw away when he sought to return the action.

He gave a low moan at the complete loss of contact.

Her face hardened in displeasure.

She plucked the feather from her belt, and drew the spine across his shoulders, not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to raise a red welt. Then she lightly brushed the feather along the angry red stripe, causing him to shiver at the sensation.

"No moaning or gasping is allowed!" she hissed, raising up on the tips of her toes until her upper body was crushed against his back. She rubbed herself against him provocatively, testing him. She slid her hands between his arms and torso drawing her fingers along his abdomen, lightly tracing over his sharply defined muscles that tightened delightfully beneath her nails. His breath quickened yet he remained silent.

She gave a small smile of satisfaction.

Then she drew away once more. He gave a low growl in the back of his throat. Her immediate frown transformed into a delighted smile. She allowed her hands to return to his body, to go lower, brushing against his erection through the thin leather of his pants.

"Well. It would appear I was remiss in my instructions. Since I did not forbid you to growl, I will permit you to moan. Now moan." She squeezed the hardened flesh in her hands. He did as he was bid, allowing his head to fall back.

"Stop." His body quivered and his teeth bit into his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

But he obeyed.

She leaned in to lick the blood that was trickling from the bite. Her tongue traced up over his lips, a silent command to open. Her tongue slipped in his mouth, the taste of his blood mingled with the warm taste of him was intoxicating. She nearly lost herself in the pleasure of his mouth.

However she still had plans.

"Squat."

He did as he was told, and at her direction, shifted his weight to the balls of his feet. She used her knee to nudge his legs apart more. Then she slid her legs over his, and was soon straddling his lap. She shifted so that she was pressed firmly against the bulge that was straining against the black leather that he wore. She allowed her tongue to slide out and trace over his ear. When he began to make a sound of pleasure in the back of his throat she quickly clamped onto his ear with her teeth and shook her head no, in warning. He choked back the sound. She licked his chin, tracing her tongue over the firm flesh to show her approval.

"Tell me pet. What exactly is it that you want? It is alright, I am granting you permission to speak for now."

"I want you," his voice was breathless, shifting to try to keep their balance and bring himself in closer contact with her.

"Beg."

"What?" he seemed startled. She scratched her nails along his back, scoring the flesh.

"Beg me. Tell me what you would do to me if you were in control," she ordered.

"Please, please, let me take you! I want squeeze your breasts in my hands and suck on them. I want to feel you wrapped around me, I want to hear you screaming for me as I slam into you. Please let me take you! Please Mistress. I want to fuck you! I want to take you hard, and then flip you over and fuck you again from the back. Then I will would shove my cock down your throat and make you suck until I came again. Put me out of my misery, let me have you! I will make it so good for you, please Mistress?! I beg of you!"

A thrill of anticipation shivered along her spine, and she felt herself grow wet at his words. She lifted herself from his lap and walked around him to give him a light shove. He fell on his knees.

"No."

She stepped back until he was kneeling before her. She reached down between her own legs and slid the zipper there open, revealing her mound. She raised one of her long slender legs, and braced it over his shoulder, keeping hand lightly on his other shoulder for balance. Then with her free hand pulled his head until his mouth was brushing against her wetness.

"Why don't you show me with your tongue what you are so eager to do with you cock and if you pleasure me I will consider granting you what you have so eloquently begged for, Slave."

Without any more encouragement than that he slid his tongue inside her as far as it would go. He swirled it around, and began to plunge it in and out of her. His teeth grazed against her clit, almost making her whimper. She held back a cry of pleasure as he continued to use his tongue to bring her closer to completion. When she was about to reach her climax she grabbed his hair in a tight fist and pulled his head away.

She gently wiped her juices from his bottom lip with her thumb, and slid a single key between his lips. Then submitted to the greatest form of discipline.

She walked away.

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When she opened her eyes the white walls of her own bedroom greeted her. Her body was covered in sweat and her heart was beating. It took a moment for her to get her bearings. She heaved a disappointed sigh as she did though. She had known it was a dream all along. It simply wasn't possible in real life. Yusuke was too undisciplined. Too absorbed in getting his own way and right now to be open to the pleasures such play could provide.

She glanced over at the glowing face of her clock. 6:25. She'd have to get up in another five minutes anyway. With another sigh she tossed off her blankets and started getting ready for another day of being 'Keiko, the good girl' in the eyes of the world. And more importantly in the eyes of Yusuke.

She grimaced at the thought. Briefly she wished yet again that she could treat him as she did in her dreams, sharing this part of herself with him. Then she carefully buried that thought deep in the back of her mind, and walked to the bathroom to take a cold shower.

Perhaps she would one day be able to share this. But for now, this was her secret.

~Owari~

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My first attempt at writing a BDSM scene. Well that was exciting, wasn't it? Okay, maybe not. Comments and suggestions are more than welcome. If you flame me without reason I will laugh at you. …And then I will track you down and beat the shit out of you for wasting my time. ~_~