Depravity

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA AND CO., NOR DO I MAKE ANY MONEY FROM THIS.

*****Warning: Not for underage readers, also not for readers who do not enjoy reading smut. All others please continue to read.*******

Thank you to Priestess Skye for beta-ing. All remaining errors I proudly claim as my own.

Discipline…?

Six pm found Sesshoumaru standing on Kagome’s front porch waiting for her answer. Irritation set in his jaw as the minute of time slipped away. She was late.

Kagome flung open the door to stare at the… the… the carpet thief.

“You stole my carpet!” No, it was not the typical greeting given to a guest, but Kagome felt more than justified in her anger.

An elegant brow arched. She was late. She was not properly dressed. Last, but not least, she had showered. Hn.

“You were given instructions. The reservation is at 6:30.”

Kagome had been gearing up to rip into the arrogant male when he just stood there giving her a blank look. Really, how could a garbage collector be arrogant? However, she only managed an impression of a fish at his last statement. He was taking her somewhere that required reservations? She promptly turned around and headed up stairs.

Within ten minutes, both Kagome and Sesshoumaru were secured within his vehicle. He began to reach for his pants, and Kagome thought that he was just going for his keys. Oh how wrong she was.

Her training would begin now. Besides, he doubted that he could make it all the way through dinner if he did not get some relief soon. Her scent had been tantalizing him all day. With this purpose in mind, Sesshoumaru freed his partially erect member from the confines of his restrictive trousers.

“Um… what are you doing?” Okay, so her voice was slightly shrill, but come on.

Sesshoumaru turned his aristocratic head towards her. “Woman, you have disregarded all the directions left to you. It is time you prove to this Sesshoumaru how pleasing you can be.”

Wha… Confusion was quickly replaced by righteous anger. “Excuse me!” It was not a question. “First of all, I am not property, or some rubber inflatable doll that you can blow up whenever the mood strikes you.

“Second, I will never suck a man’s cock, when said man cannot even respect me enough to use my name.

“And third, I am not about to start performing sexual acts in public like some whore!!”

His cock was still not being serviced, and that was upsetting. Not to mention, she obviously had no problems using her mouth. Hn. Leaning over, he allowed his lips to brush against the shell of her ear. His deep baritone resonated within her causing goose bumps to spread across her skin like wildfire.

“This Sesshoumaru knows your name, little minx, and it will gladly fall from his lips as your hot little mouth engulfs him. Now, Ka-go-me, stop this foolish squabbling and pay homage to that which has left you in aching emptiness all day.” His tongue flicked across the hard ridge of her ear while one hand snaked its way into her thick mane.

There was no resistance as he guided to the pinnacle of his masculinity that had just begun to venture beyond its protective sheath of foreskin. He moaned as her tongue flicked across him. As her luscious cavern surrounded him, he felt his foreskin retract against the tension of her lips. By the Kami, all he wanted to do was to force her to take him in faster.

The startled noise she made was to be expected as he began to maneuver his vehicle towards the restaurant. Through grunts, he assured her that no one would know of her current activities. The slight scrap of teeth and harsh treatment to his balls was making this naughty treat all the more enjoyable. However, that did not mean that he was going to allow her to get off, or himself, so easily.

Kagome had been surprised at how little resistance she gave against this act. It made her very slutty, but the truly disturbing part was that there was some part of her that reveled in this wantonness. She had yet to find a rhythm, but Sesshoumaru seemed to enjoy the unpredictability of her actions. His hand had never left her hair, and his hips would thrust periodically.

On one particularly forceful thrust, he managed to push himself passed the back of her mouth and into her throat. Dark blue eyes bulged while they rimmed with tears. Her body’s natural reaction was to dislodge the foreign invader as her vocal cords sounded out her distress. His balls were pulled none to gently in an attempt to remove the downward pressure on her head.

The male hand that had captivated her relented enough to allow her to draw back to the very tip of his cock. However, he would not allow her heat to be removed completely. The gagging motion combined with her mewling distress had forced the stoic youkai to grit his teeth to stop his cream from flowing down her elegant throat. He would not cum when she had lessons to learn.

“You will relax your throat.” The worried noise issued from his minx sent a delicious fire burning through his loins. “Kagome, you will be fine.” He did not know why he offered her reassurance, but he was Sesshoumaru, and he never second-guessed himself.

Kagome was in a near state of panic as she recognized what the pressure at the back of her head meant. As the mushroom tip pushed further and further back into her mouth, her panic rose. Then it was breaching her throat, and again her body tried to force it back out. However, her muscles never stood a chance against a determined inu.

“Relax.” His husky baritone rang out over her panicked sounds.

Sesshoumaru decided that if there were any portals to paradise on the mortal plane, then they could only be through this little minx’s tight, scorching orifices. Never in his long life had he ever met someone that caused him to unravel until now. The obsidian-haired miko that currently had his cock so far down her throat that her petal lips were being tickled by his nether hairs truly was touched by the Kami.

Grunting and growling as her head continued to bob the entire length of his girth, Sesshoumaru almost missed the restaurant. He pulled her from his engorged member with a ‘pop.’ The confused look she gave him was nothing short of adorable. Wait… ‘adorable?’ That word should definitely be eviscerated from his vocabulary.

“We will continue this soon,” he said while adjusting his clothing.

Kagome was still dazed as they made their way into the western style restaurant and toward their slightly secluded table. The cool air conditioned breeze combined with her heated blood left her mind in a lustful haze. Her jaw slightly ached while her lips numbly tingled. The refreshing mint taste had long since been lost to the authoritative flavor of her date.

Subconsciously, she licked her plump lips as her lower ones moistened themselves. The sexy little black dress was rapidly becoming too confining. A low moan escaped her lips as her finger tips glided over the fancy stemware. The opulence of the décor slowly began to register as she admired her surroundings.

All his sense were honed in on the petite woman sitting next to him. She was bound to draw attention to herself if she continued with her current actions. Not acceptable. He would not share, even with the fantasies she conjured in her own mind.

“It is time to continue, Kagome.”

In that moment in time, Kagome did her best impression of a deer caught in headlights. There was no way that he meant she should… No, Kagome could not even finish the thought. There was no way she was going to…

“Would you prefer that I take you to an establishment that does not have floor length table cloths and glass tables.” It should have been a question, but it was not. It was a not so veiled threat.

Reflexively, she swallowed. Desperately, she wanted to run from this place, this man. The way his golden orbs bore into her made her wanton side want to fall on her knees without a care to who saw. All she could muster to do was whimper at him. Slowly, those golden eyes took on more amber hues as his heated gaze scorched her.

Before she was even aware of her movements, Kagome found herself under the table struggling with his zipper. It was a starving woman that devoured the cock in front of her. Lamenting the lack of room, she did not allow the cramped space hinder her zealous treatment.

Sesshoumaru had truly expected her to put up more a fight, but he just noted that this could prove useful in the future. His eyes almost rolled all the way back in his head as he felt his minx deep throat him. Beyond any doubt, Kagome was an apt pupil in the carnal arts.

This was a mashonistic pleasure that tested the bounds of his self-control. The male that almost always impersonated a statue, fought against his need to push back from the table so that he could properly fuck her mouth.

“A-hn…” slipped from his throat as his naughty minx scrapped her teeth on the underside of his shaft.

His legs shifted wider so that her questing nails could dig into silver curls. The more emboldened her movements became the more the deeper the amber hue of his eyes. The great Sesshoumaru was fighting to hold off his ‘beast’ in one of the most upscale restaurants of Tokyo.

When the server approached the table, there was a very loud ‘pop’ as Kagome released his cock from the suctioning vice of her mouth. Sesshoumaru was forced to place orders and maintain a calm façade while his little minx tea-bagged the hell out of him. If his balls tightened any further then they were going to recede within his body.

As soon as the server had left, both large, male hands shot under the table. One secured the miko by the hairs on the back of her head, while the other stabilized his heavy girth. She moaned as he forced her head down his shaft. Both hands moved to her head so that he could set the pace his hips could not in the awkward angle.

Again and again, his dick was forced into her tight throat. Her fingers raked at his thighs as she tried to stabilize herself against his demanding rhythm. The scent of her arousal wafted up through the heavy material of the tablecloth. As he felt his release impending, it took everything within him not to announce it to all the patronage.

Forcing his throbbing phallus once again down her throat, he let go. On reflex, Kagome swallowed the fruits of her labor. Still the spasms continued as the tai-youkai coated her tongue.

His voice was ragged as he commanded her. “Not a drop is to be missed, Kagome.”

She moaned at the way he was still so dominate in time when most become utterly undone. Slowly, the spasms slowed as did his flow of cream. His hands loosened their death grip on her hair, and she bathed him with her tongue to ensure that his order was carried out in full.

Kagome pulled herself from the dark haven she had been cocooned in only to blink at the bright lighting. In truth, the lights were dim, but she had herself to be lost under that table without thought or care of the world around her. Now, blinded by the reality of what she had just done, Kagome flushed with not only exertion, but also embarrassment.

The picture his minx made was so delectable that he would be more than willing to forgo dinner and return to her home. Her eyes were slightly clouded with lingering lust, redden cheeks, swollen lips, and puckered nipples that threatened to burst from their confines of her slinky dress. Her gorgeous hair was disheveled. Her scent begged him to bind her over the table and fuck her for all to see.

He stopped himself for calling for the check when she spoke.

“I am not very hungry anymore.” It was whispered down to the table.

No, this would not do. She was never to be ashamed of so thoroughly pleasing him.

“Kagome, you will eat and enjoy for tonight you will need all your energy.”

Kagome’s eyes shot up from the imaginary wrinkle on the table to his cold stare. While it seemed that his eyes held no expression, if one could weather their bone-chilling intensity, then lust and hunger was plain to see.

Yet again, Kagome swallowed in anticipation. When had she become this person?

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… to be continued

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