A Smell So Sweet by BelovedStranger

Surrender it All

AUTHOR'S NOTE: UNEDITED VERSION!

A/U

Prompt: Cayenne Pepper

WARNING! Some readers might find this oneshot insulting or uncomfortable. Crude language (a.k.a name calling) and Master/Slave relationship.

This chapter was written for a friend who is not a Dokuga member, so his name shall not be mentioned. 

NOW EDITED!

He awoke to a dark room, but the shadows were not thick enough to veil the familiar surroundings. He was in bed in the bedroom he shared with one special woman he called his slave. He didn’t have to look around or strain his ears for a noise that had awoken him from his slumber. No, what had his back arching off the mattress and fists curling beside his hips was from intense pleasure.

Sesshomaru smirked when he looked down his nude form to see his slave between his spread thighs, one hand on his hip, the other around the base of his shaft, while her mouth was spread wide as she suckled the head of his cock. Sweat beaded his brow when her tongue swirled wickedly at the sensitive flesh beneath the head.

Kagome’s dark eyes lifted to meet his as if she realized he was finally awake. She moaned for him, the vibrations of sound thrumming along his aching shaft in electrifying waves. He groaned. What he saw in the gaze she leveled on him had his heart pounding. Her lust was impossible to miss, and yet he was discontent.

Not with her obvious experience in giving him pleasure. She was doing nothing he didn’t enjoy… But somehow she did everything wrong. He felt no anger towards her, not really. Just disappointment. His feelings, however, did nothing to bank the fires of his desire his slave so effortlessly gave him, willingly. Her eagerness to please him was a mere band-aid to his discontent. This strange feeling had never been there in the beginning, but of late, it had encroached upon his mind like an insidious disease. He wanted more but wasn’t sure if he’d ever get it. And there lay the problem.

She gave a stronger suck, almost shattering thought.

Sesshomaru cupped the back of her head, fingers tightening in her hair as he held her in place, though he knew she wasn’t going anywhere any time soon unless he told her to.

“So good, baby. Take more.” He pushed her head, forcing her to take him deeper into her hot mouth.

Though he praised her because she deserved it, he still wanted more. They’d been together for a while now, and he’d taught her how and when to submit to his will. In the beginning, she’d sometimes rebelled or balked at a command, but he never relented, forced his dominance on her. He’d never ask something of her that she would not ultimately enjoy, and she had to know who was the master here—him. So he’d had to punish her. Pain was not always the method he went about imparting his lessons. Though he’d bruised her, made her bleed upon occasion and she had a healthy fear of discipline, but pain only went so far. She had to learn.

He had tied her up, making her helpless and defenseless. With a blind fold and head phones, he made her deaf and blind to the world, her senses cut off from any speck of light, her ears closed off from all sound. He’d left her there—alone. For hours and hours, perhaps longer than that—days. Kagome had hated that, fought her restraints and begged him to touch her, to not leave her. So he’d gagged her, too. 

Being deprived of her senses, from human contact, especially his, quickly quelled her rebellious nature more swiftly than any amount of physical pain ever could. He’d only had to leave her so alone once to make her understand where her place was—beneath him and only him. She learned fast, not just how to listen to his every order but how to please him in every way.

Some might call his actions cruel, but they were wrong. Such close-minded individuals did not understand his methods or motivation. Or his feelings. Sesshomaru did not hurt his slave, did not purposefully cause her harm or smack her around in anger. Every touch, every word, every action was meant to please her—only her. At first it was because she was his, his slave, his property to do as he wanted with her—to her—but now? It was something more. But how was he to teach it to her if she did not feel the same?

Kagome’s nails scrapped along his inner thigh and he knew what she was about to do right before she cupped his aching balls. His breath left him in a rush, a rough exhalation. His hand tightened on the back of her skull, forced her farther down, to take all of him down her throat. He lifted his hips as he did so, being intentionally rough. Her throat spasmed around him. He ground. She gagged.

With pressure at the back of her head, he kept her there for long seconds, forced her to hold her breath, chocking her. Her nails bit into his hip in slight agitation, and she swallowed convulsively. It added to his pleasure when the muscles of her throat squeezed him. He let up on her skull, and she drew back for much needed air. On her backwards motion, she suckled strongly, electrifying his senses and he moaned.

He unclenched his jaw to speak. “Good girl.” He pet her hair when she took him to the root on her own, and started a fast up and downwards glide. He hissed in pleasure. “Yessss. Suck me. Show me how much you love my cock!”

With every touch and lick, his slave effortlessly showed him how much she enjoyed it. There was no denying her attraction for him, not when she worshipped his body eagerly, and he was likewise attracted to her. Lust between them was not the problem. It had never been. She cared for him, worried for him, was always there for him as he was for her, but affection and adoration wasn’t enough anymore. Kagome had his heart and he wanted hers and she didn’t even know it.

Frustration not all from the need to orgasm made him pound roughly into her slick mouth. Gripping her head, Sesshomaru forced her to take him over and over again at a fast, brutal pace. Vocal in his pleasure, he barely heard her struggles as he controlled her, but her choking whimpers inflamed his blood further still.

He was close, so damn close! His balls were tight against his body, the base of his shaft thick with his seed that was about to shoot out of his cock.

“God, you’re gonna make me come so hard.”

The only answer he got was a choked sound, but he hardly heard, because after a few more deep strokes, his seed exploded from him. Arching his hips as he shouted, he held Kagome down as he fed her, spilling himself down her throat.

Then he collapsed onto the bed, breathing harshly, his eyes shut in orgasmic bliss. When his hand slackened, his slave moved. She coughed, mirroring him as she fought to relearn how to breathe but for a different reason.

“Lick the slit,” he murmured. “Make sure you get it all.”

The long, slow drag of her tongue made his thighs tense all over again. Kagome licked him like a popsicle, and damn if that didn’t make him semi-hard already even though he’d just experienced mind-numbing ecstasy. 

She moaned. “You taste so good, Master.” Another lick. He shuddered. “I can never get enough of the way you taste.”

Her words made him thicken further.

“Yeah? You like that?”

His slave nodded and nuzzled her cheek against his length.

Even as his cock responded to her touch again, his feelings were louder than before, impossible to ignore. He stared down at her silently. Kagome acted like she needed him to breathe. She was always reaching for him, touching him. He liked that about her, craved it, but it wasn’t enough anymore.

Reaching for her, he grabbed the back of her hair and yanked—hard. Her neck arched in a painful arc, and she gasped. Her brown gaze met his.

As if she saw the question in his gaze, she asked him, “What do you want, Master?”

She always called him that when they were engaging in sexual acts, but other times, she’d call him ‘love’. The first time she’d given him that particular endearment had started all of this, his need for more. Was that all it was, an affectionate endearment, or did she actually..?

He gave her a one word answer. “Love.”

Confusion lowered her brows in a frown. Then she smiled, a seductive curvature of lips. Again she stroked him, this time with both hands. When she squeezed the head, he groaned.

“Do you mean like this?” she murmured.

Sesshomaru shook his head. “No.”

His answer seemed to confuse her further still, and his clipped answers probably weren’t helping, but how was he to explain? Before he could try, she moved.

When she moved off him, he sat up, eyeing her, wondering what she was about to do. Settling his back against the headboard, he bent one knee and rested a forearm atop it. Kagome turned away from him. She had a nice ass. She went to all fours before him, knees widely spread, showing him everything. And what a sight. It had him thickening to a full-blown erection in seconds.

She arched her back for him and tossed her long hair over her shoulder so she could look back at him. She didn’t say anything, but her eyes questioned him, and he understood that she was offering herself to him. Eyes lowering to her wet and swollen folds, he again shook his head. His mouth had gone dry at the sight of her wanting him.

At a loss, she turned to face him. Kneeling on the end of the bed, knees spread wide, her hands on her thighs, she frowned.

“How do I show you?” she asked him, bemused. “Every time I’m with you, I love you. Every touch, every word. When I give myself to you unconditionally, I show you how much you mean to me.”

His breath caught at her admission. His heart beat painfully against his chest.

When he didn’t speak, again she asked him, “Master, how do I show you my love?”

Doubt clouded her expression, and it didn’t take a genius to know that she feared she’d done something wrong.

“Come here,” he growled, beckoning her with a curled finger.

Instantly, she crawled towards him. Moving quickly, he went to his knees and grabbed her. With a yank, he bent her. Shifting behind her, he placed a hand on her back, forcing her to her hands and knees before him in the same position she’d offered herself just a minute ago. Sesshomaru slapped her ass. The smack echoed around the room as did Kagome’s moan. He stroked her red bottom, admiring the pink that tinted her white flesh. He did it again, harder this time. Her body trembled in reaction, and he saw that she grew wetter. He smirked.

It was then that he realized what she’d been trying to convey all along. He’d taught her to be his perfect toy, but what he hadn’t realized was that he was also teaching her how to show him the love she felt for him. Lust and love came hand in hand—for him and apparently for her, too. That she loved him eased the tightness in his chest, made him breathe easier even as lust had him by the balls. His cock throbbed, paining him.

His fingers stroked her clit. Her slickness instantly coated his digits in her juices. His slave moaned, hips moving into his petting. He rubbed harder, faster.

“You like that slave?” He smacked her with his free hand.

“Yes,” she whimpered.

He pinched her clit, heard her noise of pleasure.

“Do you want me?” he whispered huskily.

“Always.”

“Do you need my cock inside you, filling you up?” His hand moved in front of her, sliding down her flat stomach, farther down. He pushed his fingers inside her, two, then three of them. He watched her greedy hole take them easily, and curled his fingers, stroking her sweet spot. She bucked against him, writhed in pleasure.

“You know I do. Please, Master. Now?”

He gave her a rough thrust with his fingers that she asked, never demanded, never ordered him. Then he pushed his erection between her ass cheeks, thrusting against her. She pushed back eagerly.

“How bad do you want it?” he moaned, thrusting some more.

“Please. I’m so wet for you. I need you inside me,” she moaned desperately.

He smirked, moved his fingers in and out of her, teasing her by denying her that which she craved. “I am inside you.”

Kagome shook her head, her hair flying around her. “I need your cock!”

He touched her sweet spot again. “You don’t like my fingers?” he murmured playfully.

She answered him with a small cry of need and moved into his touch.

“I do but…”

“But?” he prompted when she remained silent.

She peered back at him, her face flushed with desire.

“I want you cock.”

“Greedy, slut. How about both?”

Before she could answer him, he pressed the head of his cock against her small hole. He was still slightly wet from her mouth. Still, he had to push hard, forcing her tight ass to spread around him, to allow him entrance into her body. He had been going to take her tight core, but changed his mind and pressed deeper. As he moved, the palm of his hand ground against her clit, forced her to relax when she tensed in discomfort by offering her more pleasure.

He probably should have used more lubrication to make his possession easier on her, but he knew the first thrust would be the most difficult. She could take it. Though his slave was hesitant for pain, he knew she craved it, too. A touch of pain mixed with ecstasy. 

He moaned deep and low as he began to sink into her oh so slowly, tight muscles surrendering to his presence. “That’s it,” he panted. “Let me in, love.”

Halfway in, he rammed the rest of his shaft inside her ass, going to the root, his balls slapping against her folds. She spasmed beneath him. Her breath caught audibly. He barely heard it over his rough exhalation.

“Fuck!”

“So deep,” she panted, grinding her ass against his pelvis, effectively swirling him inside her.

Sesshomaru couldn’t be gentle, not now. He knew she didn’t want it from him anyway, always liking it hard and rough. Just as he did. He moved back, and Kagome tried to follow him, to keep him inside her. He rammed back inside, starting a fast, brutal fucking that left her whimpering. His fingers went in a different rhythm than his thrusting cock.

Her reaction was honest and so fierce, her juices wetting his palm. Pushing in on a hard lunge that jostled her, he swiveled his hips, rubbing her inner walls. Pulling back out, he rammed inside again, repeating his grinding motion.

Sweat coated their flesh, lust taking control as they moved together. Heat pulsed around them. Moving her hair to the side, Sesshomaru leaned down and sampled her. Her pulse beat frantically beneath his tongue. Placing his chest against her back, he swore he could feel her heart pounding in time with his. When she angled her head to the side, offering him her neck, he sucked against her, drawing on her skin hard enough to leave a mark. When she saw it next, there would be no doubt of his possession of her.

Extracting his fingers from her sopping sheath, he rubbed her clit in rough circles. Her cries were like music to his ears. And she was already stiffening beneath him, her muscles tense, and he knew.

“Come for me, whore.”

Almost on command, she moaned loudly, spasming as her orgasm consumed her. Sesshomaru thrust three finger inside her sheath, wanting to feel how her wet walls convulsed, felt how they squeezed his digits. Before she could collapse to the bed in a boneless heap, he grabbed the back of her hair and yanked. With a sharp gasp, her back collided against his chest with a smack when he went to his knees, forcing her body up with his.

Grabbing her hands, he forced her to cup her breasts.

“Play with them,” he murmured into her ear. “Show me how you like to be touched.”

“Yes, Master,” she replied breathlessly.

His hands moved to her hips as he held her in place, thrusting against her ass. His grip was purposefully hard to leave bruises. Looking over her shoulder, he watched as she rolled her nipples with her thumbs. The show only amped up his arousal.

“Pinch them hard,” he ordered.

She went a step further, pinching and pulling on them. Her back arched into her hands, her ass ground into his cock. Groaning with her, he yanked her back while shoving forward. Biting her neck, he kept his gaze on her body, eyeing her pinching fingers, looking down her flat stomach, to her waxed mound. While he fucked her from behind and Kagome played with herself for his viewing pleasure, he cupped her wet folds again. Three fingers took possession of her dripping hole once more. Mirroring his thrusting cock, he pushed his fingers in and out, in and out repeatedly. 

Getting his fingers good and wet, he then pressed them to her mouth. Without him having to say a word, her lips parted, and he shoved them inside. She sucked on his digits like she would his cock, her tongue stroking, tasting herself. A second later, she nibbled on them, before soothing away the sting with her tongue.

He shuddered strongly.

Enough playing around, he thought. Using his body, he pushed her down. When his slave would have supported herself on her hands again, he pressed his chest against her back harder, forced her torso to the bed. Keeping her hips high in the air for his cock, the new position let him push just a little deeper, her tight ass taking all of him.

She was so tight, strangling his shaft. He fucked her raw, pistoning inside her. She was going to make him come for her again. He wasn’t wearing protection. He never did with her, always gave it to her raw.

“I’m going to flood your dirty ass,” he panted, puncturing every word with a hard thrust.

Gasping, his chest heaving with each breath he took, Sesshomaru placed his forearms on either side of her. Using his weight, he forced her flat on the bed, and shoved her thighs wide with his legs. It wasn’t as deep but damn was it tighter to take her like this. His balls slapped against her. So close!

She bit his left wrist—hard. Her muffled scream let him know he’d made her come a second time. The bite hurt, erotically so. With a shout, he rammed home one more time and held, spilling himself inside her ass, flooding her. Spent, he fell on top of Kagome, pinning her to the bed, making her take his weight. She grunted but didn’t ask him to move.

“Sleep inside me?” she murmured tiredly.

Sesshomaru grinned. “Always.”

Moving his arms beneath her, he hugged her small frame against him, and cuddled close as they both drifted off to sleep. 

Cayenne Pepper

Capsicum also known as cayenne pepper has been known to the natives of the tropical Americas for thousands of years. The mixture of chocolate and red chilies was a taste treat that was reserved exclusively for Aztec royalty. Although, the exact origin of the word Capsicum is somewhat a mystery, it is assumed to be derived from the Greek word kapto, which means ‘to bite’ or ‘to swallow’. It can add zest to virtually any dish due to its spicy flavor. 

Cayenne pepper is also claimed to be a male aphrodisiac because it contains capsaicin which can increase blood flow to all parts of the human body. Capsicum was used in the early 1800s as a potent and safe natural stimulant and was believed to be able to treat a large array of diseases. It was first used orally to treat tumors, toothaches, fevers, and respiratory conditions and is considered a natural pain reliever. Cayenne is also used for its decorative and aesthetic value on wreaths, swags and kitchen doors.