Executive Prerogative

disclaimer: The characters and world of InuYasha are not mine, they are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Executive Prerogative: Monday, Bloody Monday
By Sarga

“Fuuuuuuck!”

The silver-haired Adonis drove his cock to the hilt as he shouted his climax, a blinding white flash of pure ecstasy pouring over him in seemingly endless waves as he shot thick strings of liquid pleasure into the anus of his lover. Slumping forward onto the sweat-slicked back of his restrained lover, Sesshoumaru panted and rested his weary body on the lower form, still fully sheathed in his ass.

With a rare show of affection he only gave his most obedient of pets, Sesshoumaru stroked the man's cheek through the leather hood that concealed his identity. Despite having been secured to the richly carpeted floor on hands and knees, the little pet was not prevented from pulling away from an overly rough fuck, he was not prevented from pressing the panic button to signal his release. That he had willingly participated meant a lot to the power-hungry albino human.

Yes, this pet was a good one...

Too bad Sesshoumaru couldn't keep him.

With a series of nips and pecks to his obedient pet's spine, Sesshoumaru withdrew and observed his meek lover under the gentle glow of muted halogen. Even now, unspent and rock hard, the man did nothing to pleasure himself. He was obedient to the last and the desire to reward him further played itself in Sesshoumaru's head.

Leaning against the small mahogany stool that stood next to a built-in alabaster cleaning station, Sesshoumaru used the pre-warmed damp towel to clean himself before hesitating for an instant. Sure in his actions once more, he reached for a second towel and moved back to his lover, wiping some of the sweat from his body then down lower to where Sesshoumaru's fluids were dribbling out of his anus. With uncharacteristically gentle hands, Sesshoumaru wiped his lover clean and kissed him once on his exposed rear.

Leaving his pet tethered, Sesshoumaru lay onto his back and slid between his pet's legs like a car mechanic, forcing the man's stance to widen slightly to accommodate Sesshoumaru's wide torso. Hanging erect before him was his pets weeping hardness and he growled in appreciation at its springing eagerness.

Taking the organ into his mouth, Sesshoumaru felt his own erection grow again and he fisted himself while bobbing against his moaning pet's most sensitive flesh. Stroking in time with his movements, he worked himself up just enough to be throbbingly hard. Leaving the rest of his own pleasure for later, Sesshoumaru clasped one globe of his pet's rear while his other hand inserted two fingers back into the already stretched anus.

Strangled moans could be heard from behind the pet's gagged mask and Sesshoumaru was in paradise. Such control over another's pleasure! His tongue swivelled and undulated as he took his pet so deeply that his nose touched against a downy stomach. Fingers scissored inside and his pet let go, spurting deep into the waiting throat. Sesshoumaru swallowed every last drop, his convulsing muscle drawing near-screams of ecstasy from the man above him, a shuddering twinge of pleasure sliding down his own spine at the sound.

Sliding quickly back out, Sesshoumaru grabbed another handful of lubricant and slicked up his throbbing hardness once more. Readying himself at his spent lover's entrance, Sesshoumaru eased back in, revelling at the feel of the tightened ass clutching him once more. He was so hot inside and with sweet friction Sesshoumaru was pushed over the edge far too quickly, cumming a second time in only minutes.

“You've done well my pet,” Sesshoumaru cooed between pants. “Perhaps if the kami see fit, we shall meet again.”

Withdrawing a final time, Sesshoumaru walked back to the cleaning station and busied himself. Once he was satisfied, he moved to the door of their chamber and flicked a switch, hearing the subtle thud of electronic locking equipment disengaging as they released his pet's bonds. As proper etiquette demanded, he was required to leave his pet in peace to clean himself and allow him a modicum of dignity.

They were all professionals after all. Who would want to see their boss or secretary as a pet or master? Better to remain anonymous and keep the illusion...

Passing by the understated way-station, Sesshoumaru slipped his numbered room chip back into the bowl from which he had randomly picked it. Still naked, he walked unashamedly over soft thick carpet to the waiting change cubical where he had left his personal belongings and clothing. Within minutes he was once again clothed in a Dolce & Gabbana designer suit, his pristine white flesh contrasting sharply against the dark designer cloth, his shimmering silver hair adding to the eerie perfection.

Leaving the change-room, Sesshoumaru walked past the receptionist with a subtle nod. No need to insult the help... after all, he would be back next week.

Slipping on Gucci frames, Sesshoumaru stepped into the sunlight refreshed and ready for another week at work. Eyes steely and expression unreadable, the high-powered executive rejoiced without an outward visible sign.

Oh, how he loved Monday mornings!