Safety of Submission

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Title: Safety in Submission
Author:Plumespixie
Rating: X
Pairing: Sess/Rin
Genre: Hentai/Romance/Fetish
Cannon/AU: Post-Canon
Summary: Rin wants her mate to be more dominant with her, and he intends to.
A/N: I love D/s Sess/Rin so this was written for my own personal enjoyment. It obviously isn’t finished yet, but it will be soon.

Tonight…

She promised herself that she would do something about it tonight.

Not that she was… complaining per se… she finally had what she’d wanted for so long… him. She was finally his.

Six long and lonely years she had waited, endured that village and the well-meaning but not-at-all understanding old miko.

Six years of Kaede-baa trying to convince her that humanity and the human village was somehow ‘better’ than any life she could hope to have had with her Sesshomaru-sama.

“What can ye hope to gain, child? A life among youkai is no place for a human female!” she had implored.

Kaede-baa had attempted to fill her head with terrible images of Sesshomaru-sama turning on her, harming her, perhaps even killing her, even accidentally. A misplaced claw, a stray drop of venom, an errant strike of Dokkusenso, or a misplaced swipe of bakusaiga… her list was endless.

Most fearful of all, she’d warned, was what could happen to a young woman alone in the woods, among youkai could and would smell her fertility.

While she had never dared to suggest it would be Sesshomaru-sama who might force himself on Rin, she had never failed to remind her that he had made a habit of leaving her alone, or in only the company of the dragon, many times before; when she had been a child, and would no doubt do so again.

How wrong she was.

Through it all, Sesshomaru-sama had never wavered, his loyalty both perfect and baffling to those who were around to witness it. He had never missed a promised visit, always made sure that Rin had what she needed in the way of clothing, food, weapons to be trained in, calligraphy sets to become literate, fans and combs to adorn herself and even a small bit of lip-color when she had blushingly admitted she was jealous of the other girls in the village who had access to such luxury.

Yes, she had had many luxuries bestowed upon her from her unlikely benefactor over the years… things the other girls had not had, and it created a paradoxical intense envy and pity from the other villagers. Envy at her situation and pity when they allowed their imaginations to run wild with speculation of what she may have had to do to earn such favor from one such as him. Their whispered rumors of oral servicing and a broken maidenhead made sure that Rin had, even if she had wanted such a thing, NO male suitors amongst the village boys, who were convinced she was already ‘used.’ A few of the brave had even dared to whisper “demon whore…” when she walked by.

Better his whore than your wife…

Yes, she had said it… and it had changed everything.

She did not know he had heard, did not see the smirk of pride on his lips, did not know the warm feeling in his chest he had from hearing her admission. It was then that he realized he had earned her love, and, more importantly that it was exactly what he wanted.

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It would be an exaggeration to say that Rin felt… glad, when Kaede-baa passed away quietly in her sleep. No, she did not hate the woman. She was grateful for her kindness, and her training in healing her own maladies, and her knowledge of ‘wifely duties’ and pregnancy, child-birthing and rearing, breast feeding and pre and post-natal care.

It was just that now she could finally leave… and no one was there to make her feel guilty for doing so… and so… she had.

It had only been a matter of weeks that she had been back in his company, when he had bid her to come to him; and he pulled her down to straddle his lap. A gentle clawed hand came up to cup her jaw, and her eyes widened, as she had mutely nodded her consent to his request to taste the sweetness of her mouth.

Her first kiss.

He moved slowly, not claiming her then, but easing her into intimacy, allowing her to savor each stage of their ‘courtship,’ and building her longing for his touch, until one night she actually became…frustrated. With tears in her eyes, she had begged him to finally claim her, to take what she was offering, what had always been his.

He’d done so, with a tenderness she didn’t think him capable of. She had been grateful for it that night, for he was large and she was small, and he was thick and she was tight, but he had been gentle and she had been slick with desire. When it was over, and he licked the blood from her thighs, he pushed his longer tongue inside her – in a way no human man could have – and lapped at her internal wound, healing it almost immediately, and leaving her insides free from both soreness and pain.

Yes, that night, his gentle touch was appreciated and cherished, but now…

He’s too damn gentle! Always he’s holding back!

Yes, for the most part she was… content. It was only the three of them now, her, her Sesshomaru, (no longer was she ‘allowed’ to use his title), and Ah-Un. While she missed Jaken terribly, she was very happy for the toad imp, who had found another of his species and taken his own mate two years before she had become Sesshomaru’s.

If he could see them now…

There was only one thing missing, one change she did not welcome. It was odd that she would crave this from him, or would need to… he was always so… dominant… with everything else, but with her…

Most human women would hate for a mate to behave the way she wished he would. Commanding, imperial, dominant.

But since when have I ever been a ‘normal’ human female?

Rin missed his absolute command over her. She craved the dominating presence, the reassuring superiority, and the way the sound of his voice slid up spine and settled in her center, only to radiate outward when he spoke in that clear imperialistic tone of his.

Far too often these days she noticed he seemed to be softening the sharp edges of himself, seemingly for her benefit.

Didn’t he know that it was the slight prick she got from getting too close that made her approach him in the first place?

Though no one would have noticed it during the day, at night when they were alone and intimate, she felt as though he had turned to marble. Still cold, but now smooth, with none of that intoxicating danger about him.

She wasn’t made of glass, and she wouldn’t break with rough handling, but he seemed to think, and acted as if, she would.

Just once…

Just once, she wanted his control to slip, for his claws to scratch her tender flesh, his fangs to prick her supple skin, and his cock to pound into her with undisguised need and the demonic force she knew he was capable of.

Fuck me.

She wanted passion laced with fear, and pleasure spiked with pain, and the heady rush of the power she would feel when she knew that she alone was the cause of his break in both demeanor and decorum.

Tonight she would have it. She would not be denied. Failure was not an option.

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She would taunt him until his precious control was but a memory, and he snapped, and pinned her beneath him and, without a single word, made it clear who the bitch in this relationship

The ‘plan’ was formulated from ideas she had garnered from scenarios she had read in Kagome-chan’s romance novels, (she had been allowed to read them since she was thirteen, without Kaede-baa’s knowledge of course!), and what both Kagome and Sango had explained to her about sex. Sango handled the ‘human’ things, but… cool aunt Kagome – as she would always be known, with or without the familial connection between their respective mates – had told her what Myoga had told her about demon mating rituals, habits, practices and instincts.

Rin didn’t know why, but for some reason she had never told Sesshomaru that she had knowledge of his culture and even… his language.

She felt stupid and far too self-conscious to go about yipping and growling, barking and whining with him, especially when he himself never did so. Inuyasha however, was a different story, and had been a wonderful teacher, proclaiming her as close to perfectly fluent as her human vocal cords could allow her to be… better even than his mate.

As for sex, she had always allowed Sesshomaru to take the lead, and he had always, much to her disappointment, taken her in the human way.

Hopefully that is going to change...

Rin had become Sesshomaru’s mate not in spite of, but in part because of his demon nature. Every fantasy she’d ever had, had been of him, and she had always assumed he would take her his way – on all fours, with her face and chest pressed to the ground, her backside in the air, in a shameless display of submission to her alpha, as he slammed into her roughly from behind.

That was what she had been fantasizing about since she was twelve, and that was what she was determined to make happen tonight.

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He would be back soon… it was time to get started on her ‘plan.’

According to Kagome, inuyoukai felt as if it was, above all, their duty to satisfy their mates, with no outside help. This included not only ‘help’ from other partners, but also the females satisfying themselves.

Female Inuyoukai would often allow her mate to ‘catch’ her masturbating as a way to signal that she was not being completely ‘satisfied’ by him.

Usually, far from being angry, the male would feel something akin to guilt, and would redouble his efforts in an attempt to rectify the situation.

Rin wasn’t going to completely satisfy herself… no… that wouldn’t be fair. After all, he was obviously giving her what he thought she needed and she could not hurt his feelings like that.

If she were to strip herself bare, however, and simply run her hands over her body… she was sure it would be enough. She would tease his youkai nature to the surface by defying him, and slightly mocking him… nothing hurtful, just enough to get her point across, and for him to feel the need to get her back under control. She would force his dominance, get him so ‘worked up’ that his instincts would take over and she would get what she wanted from him…

He would ‘force’ her submission… oh yes…

Oh how she longed for that! To have him above her, forcing her to beg for him, cry for him, scream his complete ownership of her body, mind, heart and soul.

Show me whose bitch I am! Show me what a powerful, strong mate I have, make this this Rin feel…safe.

Yes, there was a safety and a comfort in submission, in being possessed, in belonging to one such as him. Rin had been an orphan almost all her life, and had never belonged anywhere or to anyone… not really. She wanted the assurance that she was not only a possession… but a most cherished one.

No, she did not want him to be cruel. She did not long for humiliation, or debasement. She did not wish to cheapen the connection they shared by pretending this was simply some lecherous fantasy, a kink or simple fetish that could be pacified by simple bedroom games. No, this was deeper; a psychological and pathological need to feel safe and to feel cherished, as well as needing to simultaneously feel his strength, and bask in it, knowing that he would use every bit of it in her name, and that he would never again leave her.

She was not a toy, but she did not mind being a pet. People take care of their pets, people pamper their pets, and people love their pets…

So many humans had referred to her as a ‘pet’ of his, that when she was younger she had naively embraced the term, and when one of the village children had asked her, only a few days after her arrival, what she had been to the ‘scary’ demon lord, she had innocently answered,

“Rin was Sesshomaru-sama’s pet.”

Kaede-baa had been horrified at hearing the young child’s response, and had seemed even more convinced of the wisdom of her decision to take young Rin away from that ‘monster.’

Rin still, to this day, had no idea why that was such a horrid idea to most people. She had no illusions of being his equal, even if she was his mate. He was her superior in every conceivable way, strength, power, age, rank, status, knowledge, experience... even height. Why was it so terrible for her to recognize that, and take comfort in her rightful place… beneath him?

To be beneath him meant to be covered, shielded, protected… safe.

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She had already eaten the rabbit he had killed for her and the fruit and mushrooms she had gathered on her own. She had bathed as well, using a paste of crushed wildflower petals, leaving her scent florid but light enough for his sensitive nose.

Now as she spread her blanket down on the soft grass in their hidden forest campsite and began to remove her outer robes, Rin smiled to herself, both in anticipation and nervous excitement…

It was time…

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Sesshomaru made his way through the forest, intent on making it back to his mate several hours before sundown. She was coming into the beginning of her fertile cycle and in only a day or two he would be unable to leave her alone for even a short time. It would not due to have some other demon attempt to touch his little girl.

Yes, he still thought of her as such. It was not some sickness, it was simply that he recognized and respected the fact that she was still, even for a human, very young. As such, he also recognized that she may have certain limitations and he had accepted that when he had chosen to claim her.

He had moved slowly, deliberately, and with a patience he did not always feel, it seemed, despite his previous assumptions about himself, that, when it came to Rin, his patience was most certainly a finite thing. But… he endured, because… he… cared for this mere slip of a girl and held her in higher regard than any being he had ever encountered in his long life. Her loyalty, her openness, her love for him that she did not bother trying to hide, and her innocent, implicit trust in him were all things he cherished beyond measure, it would not due to fail her by inflicting his darker, baser desires on such a creature.

He did not wish to scare her.

Sesshomaru always moved purposefully, calculating his moves in advance. Once he had accepted this girl’s place in his heart, and he knew that he could not be without her, he had given her away. Yes, for her own good, he had entrusted her to the care of another. Someone more suited to raising the girl than he. He needed her and she needed time, something that was of no consequence to one such as he, who was as eternal as the tides, and as unchanging as the moon.

But she had changed him.

Yes, this mere wisp of humanity had opened his eyes and his heart. He was not soft; in fact, he would dare say he was more ruthless now than he had ever been. Where she was concerned there was no room for error, no window for compromise. She was his and may Kami help those who would see her harmed, because no earthy force could have come to their aid and survived his terrible wrath.

He cherished everything about her, but what he loved the most was the ability to finally touch her, without fear of her rejection, and without reservation about the ‘appropriateness’ of such an act.

No, he could not ‘relax’ and give in to all his dark desires, he would not order her to her knees, pressing his aching arousal against her lips, demanding she pleasure him, as he had often fantasized about doing. He was taiyoukai and he would always control himself.

When she lay on her back and he was covering her, laying in human coupling fashion, he was always careful not to thrust into her too hard or plunge too deeply. He rocked his body slowly into hers, bringing her to completion, and because of his active imagination was envisioning her on all fours, with her ass hiked to the air and her cheek pressed to the dirt as his clawed hand kneaded her breast and his fangs lightly gripped her shoulder, only then, with that vision in his mind could he then find his release, but…

It was okay, she was Rin. She was small and delicate, and she needed consideration that he would gladly give to her, but would fall on his sword point before showing an ounce of it to anyone else.

He was almost back to their campsite when he heard her, sighing and moaning, when she whispered…

His name…with the title he’d forbid her from using.

He was there in an instant.

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Rin had undressed herself, allowing her mind to go through her plan again, which lead to her fantasizing about her mate, her beautiful, powerful, lethal mate, who would sooner die than harm her.

Now completely bare, Rin pinned her hair back, leaving her throat deliberately exposed, as she eased back against the single cushion she’d grabbed from Ah-Un’s saddle bags. She ran her fingers lightly over her neck, and down to her breasts. She cupped them, giving them a squeeze with her small hands, before twisting her wrists slightly, and brushing her thumbnails across her nipples, pebbling them. She could feel the tingling sensations building deep within her core, and she could almost feel him sliding into her, grinding his hips against her ass; almost feel him grip her, with his hands at her hips, dragging her back and fourth across his erect length.

“Sesshomaru-sama...”

Rin breathed, squeezing her thighs together, and moving her knees up and down, seeking at once to both accentuate and relieve the ache that was building.

She had missed his arrival…

“Rin.”

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Sesshomaru stood stock still, a few feet from and overlooking his mate. Anyone who did not know him better would have dared to label the set of his lips as… a slight…pout.

His mate was… His eyes and nose confirmed it, but his ego sought to deny it; she was touching herself.

For pleasure!

Without him!

This would not do…

He did not understand. He had been gone only hours and she knew he was returning. He had taken her only two nights previous, and yet here she was, doing… that, without him!

He could not comprehend why.

He was under the impression that human females’ bodies were weak, easily injured, lacking in both strength and stamina, and therefore they required several days to recover physically from mating. Of course, this was all second hand information and his personal experiences were limited to Rin, but, he had thought he had gathered reliable and sufficient information.

Had he been misled, possibly misinformed?

Was he…wrong… in his presumptions?

He was told humans preferred to mate facing each other, lying down, and that the women wanted soft touches and slow caresses. He was of course taiyoukai, and his control of his body was perfect, and after great difficulty, he managed to perform those tasks, before rocking himself s-l-o-w-l-y to completion.

At that moment, his famous ego bruised beyond his usual tolerance, he was forced to allow the fact that she had called his name to offer what pride it could. He knew that Rin was shy and it may embarrass her to be caught in such a situation, but his feet would not stop moving, and he knew his instincts would not allow her to continue, unaided by his touch.

If his mate needed pleasure, he would be the one to provide her with it.

No, his mate would not be reduced to pleasuring herself. He would not allow any such thing to occur. He called her name, “Rin.”

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She gasped. She had known his return was imminent, and yet, his silent approach had managed to catch her off guard, and succeeded in startling her. She came to her knees, naked and not bothering to hide her modesty.

She lowered her eyes, and bowed deeply to him, knowing her formality would confuse him, “Welcome back, my most honorable lord Sesshomaru.”

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Sesshomaru frowned. This was… unexpected. She was not blushing, so much as she was flushed, and she was being more formal with him that she had ever been in her entire life.

“You address your mate so formally?”

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Rin could tell he was irritated at her unexpected behavior. He was thrown off his center.

Good.

He would be that much more desperate to regain control over the situation, by way of regaining control of her.

“Does, my lord, no longer deserve my respect and deference simply because he is bedding me on occasion?”

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Insolent.

Sesshomaru could not contain the growl that rose from low in chest. What game was she playing, acting as if his intimate ‘attentions’ were barely worth mentioning? And after all the trouble he had gone through to see that she would be pleased by, and not frightened of, his actions during their ‘intimate’ moments!

He, Sesshomaru, great taiyoukai, demon ruler of the western lands and current Inu-no-Taisho just as his great father, Touga had been, had lowered himself to learn about humans, all for her.

Despite his best efforts and intentions, he was still growling when he spoke her name again, “Rrrriiiinnn.”

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There is was! That voice, that timbre, the unspoken commands, and promise that she would regret ignoring those commands, no matter how inarticulate they may be.

At the sound of that growl, Rin felt the tingles intensify into a wave that sent her core into a rippling spasm and wetness coating her outer ‘petals,’ and moistening the dark curls at the apex of her thighs.

She almost came.

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Only one word.

Only her name.

That was all he’d spoken, correction, all he’d growled, and he scented her arousal intensify beyond anything he had ever scented when he was pushing himself carefully into her tiny, fragile, human body. He was… dumbfounded…

And he didn’t like it.

He was so lost in thought that he had almost missed the fact that she had risen from her deep bow and stood, and was currently stalking towards him as if her were…prey.

The hungry look in her eyes, sent a shiver of lust throughout his own body, and he was hard pressed to control himself and not shiver outwardly at her wanton behavior.

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Her plan seemed to be working so well, that Rin felt slightly drunk with power. She made her was towards him, knowing that the hardest part of her little plan was coming up… the part where she began her... ‘speech’.

Just speak!


Rin commanded herself to speak the words she had prepared, the “speech” she had written in her head almost a moon ago and practiced silently since then. Now, she was finally in a position to say it aloud, to the one it was meant for, the words which would make her complete desires and intentions known.

“Forgive this Rin…” she purred as seductively as she could, “but your little girl has been most naughty while you were away…”

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Sesshomaru watched his beautiful young mate with equal parts fascination and disbelief. Where was his shy and blushing Rin? When had she been replaced by this little wanton temptress now stalking her way towards him?

He was certain he had not blinked since she got up, in fact, he was openly staring, but if it was not for her scent, he would have been convinced that this tempting creature was not his mate all, but instead some sort of shape-shifting succubus, intent on draining his soul by way of seducing of his body.

It was all he could do to question her, “And how, my little Rin, have you been bad?”

He was surprised to find his tone already darkened with lust and anticipatory hunger, as the need to ‘punish’ her rose from the dark depths of his demonic mind. Her diminutive terminology was driving the youkai in him mad, demanding he acknowledge her submissive behavior, and reward it with his dominance.

He wanted to – the thought made him hard, even as he was shocked by it – spank her. It had never been a particular fancy of his but now… the way she was talking…

Yeeeesssss, he wanted her over his knee, ass in the air as he left red hand prints all over those beautiful, creamy, rounded cheeks. He wanted to let his fingers slip as he comforted her afterwards, and tease her from behind until she thrashed against him in climaxed rapture, breasts pressing into his thighs and belly rubbing against his already hard cock ‘til he wept pre-cum onto her belly…

He felt his markings begin to darken, ever so slightly…