Wicked Ways

Rin’s phone chimed loudly, causing her to grumble as she woke up, her tired hand reaching across the night table as she grabbed the black plastic phone. “Hello?”

“Kitten…are you awake yet? I need you to meet me at the Parisian in an hour.” Sesshomaru spoke low, more matter of factly than caringly. “And please…wear something…daring.” He growled slightly through the phone, letting her ear hear the entrancing sound before the phone clicked off.

Rin smirked and sat up fully, pressing a couple of buttons before tossing her phone back upon the nightstand. She looked about her, unable to reason in her head if their encounter before was another dream of hers. Her hand moved, letting fingers pull the collar of her shirt aside before grazing over the skin.

No bite.

No scar.

Her lips curled into a deep frown, sliding back as she leaned to the back of the bed. It was a dream. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as her finger dropped from her shoulder. Something inside her ripped, feeling more confused than upset about this whole relationship that had bloomed within days. Rin had never given in so easily, the other boys waited weeks for Rin to open up to her.

But Sesshomaru. Even his name stopped her heat a moment as she looked up to the room about her, biting her lip some as soft strands of black marred her dark brown gaze. Her body slid, bringing herself to her feet as she wrapped the black silk sheet about her. The suite decorated in gold and black, modeled after a pharoah’s bedroom perhaps found in one of their palaces.

Rin made her way to the bathroom, letting the black sheet fall just outside the door as she closed it behind her. Her arms came to wrap about her slender form, shielding her breasts from the cold air as she turned on the shower, waiting for the water to heat up as she looked in the mirror. Her eyes dark with messed make up, her hair curled in tangles of black, falling about her pale face as she blinked some, trying to fight the sleepiness.

The water felt good, coursing over her skin before it rose up into the moistening air of the shower stall. Fingers moved, sudsing her skin lightly as she stared at the wall thinking. Suddenly, her body heated, her slit throbbing once as a memory played across her mind. The image melting more into a fantasy as Rin let fingers drop down her stomach, soaping the pale skin just above her slit.

“Kitten…” Sesshomaru’s voice rang out through her mind, purring and husky with his demon blood. Rin consciously let out a small gasp, her fingertips dipping into her slit as she let the pads rub slowly over her aching clit. Her other hand squeezed, sliding the soap from her hand as it moved to grab her own breast.

Rin’s mind fevered harshly, sending soft shocks of pleasure through her body as she dreamt of Sesshomaru’s touch, his mouth, his bites. Her lips parted feeling her finger sliding deeper into her slit before one moved to rub the hungered mouth hidden there. Her brain raced, playing her imaginings of being taken as his mate. Being fed from in the way that would bind her soul to his forever.

Her finger pushed upward, slipping into her tight passage. Her own walls reacted, constricting harshly as her thumb moved to encircle her pink nub. Her other hand let fingers pinch her nipple, tugging upon it some as her head fell back. Rin’s body fell backward, coming to lean against the cold tile wall as the water seared her burning skin. A flush rose upon her cheeks as instinctively her own hips thrusted to her fingers. “Sesshomaru….” Her whisper was faint, yet begging as her eyes closed.

Her tongue darted forth, licking over her lips as she held back another moan. Her hand moved, slipping another of her own fingers into her slit as she grew lusted with her intimate daydreams. Somewhere inside, her own touches began to melt to the feel of her demon’s lover.

Rin cried out, her voice unmuffled as her felt her slit pulsing, coming close to her climax as her thumb danced a bit quicker over her nub. Her hips bucked forward, her hand moving from her breast to grip at her other one. “Sesshomaru…” This cry was slightly louder, her eyes opening as she looked to the ceiling, though her vision began to blur.

A bolt of electricity. Rin half screamed, her muscles clenching harshly about her fingers as her knees began to shake, cumming harshly upon her own touch as she grip a soap shelf for balance. Her fingers slipping slowly from her as she quivered, panting heavily. She staggered some, shutting the water off before she half toppled out of the shower, smirking a bit as she wrapped a towel about her.

The girl moved, coming to step to the closet where they had stored their clothes before passing out. Rin shuffled through dresses and skirts, pants and shirts, before frowning. Nothing seem to suit her mood. Her hand came to her hair, biting her lip some as she looked to the last dress. A dress she had bought at a bondage convention a few years back. She had never wore it.

Feeling daring, she grabbed it, pulling the towel away from her form before she stepped into the vinyl shimmying it up her legs. Arms dipped downward, shifting the tight corset up over her curved form before fingers fastened the many clasps set upon the front. The dress had fit her like skin, leaving little to the imagination. She twirled, looking to the mirror behind her as a hand fell to her hip, tilting her head.

“Wear something…daring…” The sentence alarmed in her head, her hands moving to graze over her sides as the dress wrapped to her form. She grinned and smoothed out the front of the skirt, looking about her shoes before deciding upon a platform pair of high heels with laces that trailed up the leg to end just below the knee.

Rin finished her look, brushing out her hair. She dropped the brush upon the vanity, fingers moving to place a black O-ringed collar about her neck. Her look was devilish. Her dark eyes lined in black and hued with red. Her pouting lips a darker shade of red, accenting the pale skin upon her form. She smirked a bit, fixing a rebelling strand of her hair before looking back to her own gaze.

“Daring…he has no idea…”