Naughty or Nice by mythicamagic

Chapter 1

AN: For the Sesskag Smutmas event - Day 5.

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Kagome felt her cheeks flush red, face heated. If someone touched her forehead right then she was certain they'd find it burning up. She couldn't help but get a little embarrassed at times like this, even after several years of exploring her sexual appetite with Sesshoumaru.

"Miko?"

"G-give me a sec."

A soft touch at the back of her bare knee had her tensing at the contact, before gradually gentling as he stroked up the length of her thigh. Kagome hissed when he reached her stinging ass, a groan coupling with her strained noises as the claws of his free hand made a fist within dark hair, tugging Kagome's head back from where it leaned forward, her hands bound to the headboard.

The mattress dipped under their combined weight as Kagome fought to keep kneeling, trembling a little. When she felt hot breath fan over her cheek, followed by lips pressing in a gentle kiss, Kagome tilted her head in her mate's grasp.

Sesshoumaru searched watery blue eyes, noting the blushing cheeks and red, abused lips from where she'd been biting down. He leaned in close and soothed her bottom lip with a swipe of his tongue.

"Harder?" he asked, low voice a whisper of silk against skin.

Kagome panted softly, soaked thighs pressing together needily. Evidence of her enjoyment choked the air.

"Please," she smiled, accepting Sesshoumaru's long, reverent kiss before he pulled away.

His clawed hand stroked the bare skin of her spine, knuckles dragging. Kagome's naked body quivered in response, attention zeroed in on that hand as it mapped a languid pathway down between her shoulder blades and briefly teased the stinging curve of her behind, patting the past remains of his handiwork while she growled.

She heard him stand and get in position, the telltale scrape and drag of the whip only heating her blood. Go figure the demon with an energy whip would be accomplished in these types of…activities.

Sesshoumaru's voice rumbled with a kind of hungry timbre to his usual velvety tone. Waiting, but always patient. A single word from her would command him to continue or stop. "Ready for me, miko?"

Kagome smiled to herself, anticipation singing down her spine. At times like these, even while bound, naked and spread out before him like an offering, Kagome felt like she had the world at her fingertips. Her mate would soon draw back his arm and slash- the whip striking at the desired spot on her ass or thighs.

It would continue in this way until she bid him to stop, and then she'd be taken into his arms and covered in countless licks and kisses in a kind of intimate ritual where his tongue and lips would touch everywhere. She'd know she was his…but in the silent times of anticipation, like right now- when the muscles of his arm were strung tense and frozen mid-air, waiting for her consent to move, halting his power all for her- Kagome knew. That was when she knew he was hers.

"Always, Sesshoumaru."