Come Undone

A/N: Okay, so this chapter most likely will be a little bit confusing, but all will be explained in due time.

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Slowly, your hands move to caress his slender waist, fingers teasing the hem of his low-cut jeans. With the flick of your thumb, you undo the button and unzip the fly. Then hooking your thumbs on either side of his waistband, you drag both his silk boxers and pants down his legs, your greedy hands palming the arch of his ass and the backs of his thighs on your journey down.

He steps out of his last garments, then. And when you pick them up with the intention of folding them, he stops you with an amused look, takes them from your hands, and tosses them carelessly in the direction of the loveseat. Neither garment made it to their intended mark. And you resist your compulsive urge to look at the mess he created, fixing your eyes resolutely upon him.

He meets your stare and doesn’t speak, a dangerous, arrogant quirk toying on one side of his lips. He’s studying you… you can feel it. He’s fascinated by the paradox your physique presents: boyish good looks on a grown man’s handsome body; the translucent depth in your hazel green eyes; dark hair against a pale skin; the way you look so ‘innocent’ and yet so utterly debauchable all at once.

It’s as if he wants to protect you and devour you at the same time.

And then suddenly, comprehension dawns on you as loudly as if Eric had spoken it himself. And you come to realize just what exactly this man’s unfulfilled fantasy is; how he wants his ‘pleasure’ packaged and delivered tonight.

It unnerves you a bit, but you don’t look away, a tremor of exhilaration igniting at the pit of your stomach.

You know the fantasy has already begun…

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With a look that smolders, that pierces through your deepest inhibitions, Sesshoumaru fixes you with a gaze that leaves your mouth all dry and hot and sticky as the thin droplet of pre-cum that now dots the crown of his manhood.

“I wanna fuck your hot, little mouth, Kagome,” he rasps, voice gruff with unabashed lust. “Then I’m gonna fuck you hard on your cherry pussy… Wipe that innocent look off your baby face and make you all mine,” he growls, enumerates, getting further into the role he’s chosen to play, and you feel that same tremor begin to sizzle through your veins. “You’ll come when I want you to come, and you’re gonna howl my name, Higurashi. You’re gonna be weeping my name and begging me for more before tonight’s over.”

You swallow hard but manage to reply, albeit hoarsely, “Anything… I’ll do anything you want.”

That arrogant smirk grows into a feral snarl, and before you can even blink, his mouth collides against yours once more, open and demanding and hot as hell, his fingers sliding up to claw at your head. He grabs two fistfuls of your long hair and yanks your head back without warning.

The sudden movement surprises you, a cry of discomfort tearing out of your throat, even as your hands automatically fly out to grip his muscled arms to keep from falling backwards completely.

But your cries are soon replaced by throaty gasps and moans of inexplicable pleasure as he devours your neck with ravenous kisses, his name fleeing your lips in a breathy sigh.

“Sess-shou-maruhhh…”

He makes his way up your neck, tracing his tongue against your jaw line before cupping your face delicately, as he kisses every inch of skin surrounding your lips. You move your head to unite your lips with his, but he stubbornly avoids it, kissing you everywhere but.

Gradually, his kisses begin to take on a different feel, softening to a teasingly slow and tender caress of lips. You open your eyes to see him looking at you with a collage of emotions: lust, hunger, mischief… but also a tenderness you did not expect. It confuses you and surprises you at the same time.

His breath ghosts across your moist lips, his mouth barely a hairsbreadth from yours. He taunts you with a teasing brush of his lips but then pulls away just out of your reach before you can actually kiss.

And he smirks…

He smirks when he sees your lips quivering with want, desperately trying to connect.

That son of a bitch…

“Are you hungry for some meat, my little Kagome?” he asks mockingly now, watching your reactions play across your face. “Does this make you angry? Does it make you wanna huff and puff and blow me away?” he continues, knowingly taunting you as he teases you with the lightest of kisses before standing up completely.

It frustrates you; drives you crazy, especially when you realize how every touch of lips on lips is carefully premeditated to torment you, to make you beg – to bring you to this point in his fantasy. You glare up at him, and he merely laughs when he sees your mouth twist up into a snarl.

“I think it’s time you had some real meat, Higurashi… from a real man,” he goads you once more, his voice turning huskier as he emphasizes your name.

He takes a step closer now, his face turning serious in an instant. You feel your heart pound a little faster.

“Why don’t you show me just how good you are at feeding? Prove to me that you can handle this kind of meat,” he commands more than asks, voice dropping dangerously low as he nudges his hips forward in shameless insinuation.

You resist the urge to flinch or to back away when he does so, even as your eyes flicker down to the stiff appendage just inches from your face, ‘staring’ at you in anticipation, leaking and hardening to a throbbing length. Your mind begins to work in overdrive, mentally dissecting how you should go about fulfilling this man’s demands.

When you finally turn your attention up to meet his dangerous expression once more, the look of desire in the depths of his molten eyes stirs something inside of you. Gently, and without a trace of hesitation, you take his hardened member into your hand, the silken softness with which you’re touching him a sharp contrast to the firmness of his erection.

Caressing him firmly, you slide your thumb up along the underside of his cock, his sharp intake of breath and groan of pleasure as he whispers your name encouraging you to continue, and you smirk to yourself before moving on.

Using just your fingers, you keep a light but firm hold on him as you lean forward and open your mouth just enough to smear the head of his shaft against the pillow of your plush lips. You drag it in a teasing way against your mouth: in lazy circles, side-to-side, clockwise, and counterclockwise, all the while looking up into his eyes, tasting the beginning of what he has to offer, as you hold that same lust-glazed stare.

You watch his reactions closely…

You know you’re torturing him. And you know payback’s going to be quite a bitch… eventually. But right now, that doesn’t faze you too much. You’re enjoying doing to him what he was doing to you before.

Give and take, baby! Fuck ‘em good, they say!

That’s the way you were taught. Plain and simple. That’s the way it’s always been.

And that’s exactly what you’re doing right now:

A little teasing here…

A mouthful of kissing there…

And later, a whole lot of fucking everywhere!

You know that your pussy (literally) is on the line, yes… sooner rather than later, in fact. But you reckon your ass isn’t called ‘professional’ for nothing either. So devil (and your professional pussy) be damned with the consequences!

It’s all just part of the job, you remind yourself.

”Kami…” he breathes now, head lolling back in pleasure. “Take me into your mouth. I wanna feel your hot mouth,” he gently commands.

You can hear the muted whimpers escaping from the back of his throat, and you smile ferally. You know you’re ready. And you’re eager to taste more of him, yes. But seeing him so needy and practically begging for you to take him also brings you sinful satisfaction and gives you confidence to keep doing what you’re doing.

You continue your wicked ministrations: touching him; teasing him; tormenting him… all the while denying him the luxury of a single kiss. You look up once again to see him close his eyes, squeezing them shut as he tries not to get frustrated with want.

And taking pity on him finally, you wrap your left hand around his solid shaft, your lips opening to grant him entrance as you rest his cock on your tongue, sliding your hot mouth firmly along the length of him, inch by delectable inch.

You are unrelenting as you feed, relishing the full weight of his lust in your mouth. Occasionally, you stop only to circle the head with your tongue, gently squeezing his balls between the long, dexterous fingers of your right hand.

“Aahhh…” he groans openly now. “That’s it… Yessssss…”

A hiss of pure bliss drifts down to your ears as you intensify your movements. And as each breath he takes comes faster than before, you stop and take him into your hand, stroking him hard and fast until you feel him start to quiver helplessly, drawing him closer and closer to his release.

You lick the slight amount of moisture that appears again on the opening at the tip of his length, savoring the slight saltiness of him, and you find yourself wanting more.

And so, you breathe in a lungful of air, forcefully relaxing your throat muscle, as you hollow out your mouth once more. You take his sweet meat fully into your mouth this time, rolling your tongue around his hard length, relishing the way the veins are throbbing so hotly against the flat of your tongue, until he is unable to stand the torture any longer.

Bending slightly at the waist and leaning both hands against the top of the couch, Sesshoumaru bucks his hips hard enough to cause you to back away without withdrawing his cock from your mouth. The movement, however, forces you to lean back so that your head is trapped between his hips and the backrest.

Your eyes widen when you think you’re about to gag. But then, he pulls away completely so that you don’t choke, and that gives you a little bit of time to breathe and lick your lips before he thrusts his hips towards your open mouth again. Your hands fly up to grip his striped hips, and your eyes turn up to meet his still-fiery gaze.

From the look in his eyes (as well as your position on the couch), you know exactly what he wants to do with you next.

You take another deep breath through your nose and try to relax your throat even more, bracing yourself as much as possible for the inevitable. And not more than two breaths later, you wrap a steady hand around the base of his shaft and feel him ease into your mouth slowly until your nose is nudging at the white, delicate curls surrounding his erection.

You breathe in the slightly damp scent of his manhood, a delicate mix of sweat and sex, and you relish the salty sweetness of having all of him inside you. With your right hand, you give his hip a little push, signaling to him that you’re ready for him to move.

Slowly, he pulls away from your mouth until only the head remains inside, before bringing it back in long and slow. He does this several times, giving you the few moments you need to slowly build up to a fiercer pace.

Gradually, his thrusts become more powerful, increasing in tempo, giving you all the length he has to offer. And soon enough, he’s fucking your mouth and grunting your name like there’s no tomorrow, and you do your best to keep up with his pace.

“Oh, god… Yesssss…” he pants, hisses. “Fuck, yessss…”

You can feel your own wetness dripping down your thighs preparing for what is to come. Every sound he makes, every labored groan he breathes only serve to fuel the heat that’s already raging in your belly.

Despite your own raging arousal, however, you stubbornly ignore your own need for release and focus on pleasing Sesshoumaru, instead. This is his night, after all.

His fantasy.

And he’s paying you to make it happen, regardless of your own wants or needs. He’s the client. You’re the escort. He forks out the dough, and you make it happen. His needs, therefore, are first and foremost.

His needs ‘come’ first.

That’s cardinal rule #1:Always satisfy the client.

Always give them what they want.

Knowing this, you close your eyes and surrender yourself to Sesshoumaru’s frantic advances, your right hand moving to tease his sacs once more as he moves in and out of your hot mouth.

It is only then that Sesshoumaru begins to lose control…

You feel him tensing up, his movements becoming more and more erratic as his hands move to grab at your head, pummeling your mouth with thrusts filled with urgency and need. You open your eyes and look up once more, catching his determined gaze, and you shiver to yourself when you detect something deep twisting inside of him.

He groans and delivers one last thrust into your mouth, causing you to nearly gag as your throat muscle clenches for much needed air. The movement is enough to draw out his release, and he stiffens, spasms… shooting his liquid straight into your throat, feeling him empty himself as he holds your head in place between his hips and the seat’s backrest.

You ‘swallow’ as much as you’re able to, drinking everything that this gorgeous man has to offer, not wanting to waste a single drop. You continue to feed, suckle, nearly draining him in an effort to quench your thirst, until you feel his erection begin to diminish in your mouth, the hard length softening just enough to give your throat leeway to recover.

He’s just spent himself in your mouth, he knows, and yet he makes no move to dislodge himself. In all honestly, he’s just too fucking depleted to want to come out.

Not only that, he’s thoroughly enjoying the way you look right now: your head trapped between his hips and the backrest, open-mouthed, and looking up at him expectantly. Kami! He’s never seen someone look so utterly innocent and yet so absolutely erotic at the same time.

He’s never met anyone who’s ever come close to looking the part he so desperately wants to fill:

Someone who’s attractive and adventurous and yet stubborn enough to tease him, to put up a fight and give him a hell of a “hard” time.

Someone whose eyes have an air of mystery about them – a depth he can’t quite explain.

Someone who’s a challenge to have and to figure out.

Someone with whom he doesn’t have to close his eyes to imagine what that wholly “innocent and yet irresistible” expression should look like.

He smirks to himself, then. And he makes a mental note to thank the agency for sending him someone who so perfectly embodies everything his fantasy partner should be...

You.

A few more seconds of waiting for him to pull out comes and passes, and now you find yourself getting a little impatient. You need to breathe, damn it! And it would be a hell of a lot easier to do that if you didn’t have his length taking a siesta in your mouth still.

And so you give his hip a little push, one of your hands coming up to wrap around his now-slighter erection to ease it out, the other wiping your mouth almost savagely with the back of your wrist.

He’s still looking down at you, breathing heavily as you lean in again to give him one last suckle, your fingers applying gentle pressure as you squeeze out the remains of his body fluid. You lick him clean before letting him go completely, the erotic dart of your tongue across your lips causing his lust-addled gaze to darken even more.

He slumps his nearly spent form on top of you, his mouth descending to kiss you ferociously as he moves up to straddle his legs around your thighs. He laps at your tongue, knowing that he can taste himself in your mouth, and then he moves his hips to grind against your heat, now straining harder than before.

You moan into the kiss, your hips rolling helplessly in an effort to feel more friction, and the movement seems to nudge Sesshoumaru, alerting him to your own needs.

Pulling his mouth away from yours, he watches as desire flickers darkly in your eyes, watches as you swallow nervously in anticipation. And a wicked leer immediately sweeps across his face.

“Get up,” he commands out of the blue.

“Wh- What?” you ask, blinking at him in confusion as your brows knit into a frown.

You feel his legs shift next to your thighs, and before you know it, he’s pulling himself away completely, his hands grabbing a hold of yours as he stands up.

“Come on, Higurashi,” he says, tugging your hands as he urges you to get off your rear. “Time to get your cherry popped.”

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A/N: So, I am going to take a guess, and you guys are probably thinking, "WTF? She's a prostitute and she is still 'technically' a virgin?"

Well, the answer is, yes. Just imagine our little Kagome doesn't like to do intercourse. In this case, she would rather do anal, oral, ect. Like I said earlier, it will all be explained in due time. ;]

There is also a certain fantasy that Sesshoumaru has in mind. Can any of you all take a guess?