Hard Day's Night by Chie

Hard Day's Night

Chie: Wrote this for the SessKag Mystery Author March event.
Contains light bondage, fem dom, light BDSM, Boss/Employee relationship and oral sex.

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Sesshoumaru leaned back in his chair and covered his tired face with an equally tired hand. It was pushing 8 pm on a Thursday, and he was longing to go home to his wife. But the board of directors was meeting tomorrow morning, and he had a 30-page report to proofread.  

As a president of a large company, Sesshoumaru was no stranger to hectic workdays and grueling hours. This past week had been unusually difficult, however. Saturday couldn’t come soon enough.  

He’d just picked up the report again – with a heavy sigh – when Kagome strolled into his office. Head tilted, she took a good, long look at him. Instantly, she turned back to the door. The lock snicked shut. 

Sesshoumaru raised a gruff brow at her interruption. “What is it?” 

“I believe you’re working too hard once again, president Nishimura.” 

There was a familiar twinkle in her eye and Sesshoumaru shivered. “Indeed, miss Higurashi?” 

The twinkle brightened. Her smile was beaming. "You need a break, boss," she purred, and pulled off her hair tie.  

Heat slammed into him the moment her dark curls spilled free. "Do I, now?"  

"As your personal assistant, it's my duty to lend you a hand." She stalked closer in a confident strut that made his mouth water. 

“Your dedication’s commendable,” he murmured, his stare intent on her. 

“You have this big, sturdy desk you keep ridiculously tidy,” Kagome spoke, dragging a tantalizing fingertip along the wooden surface. “You could have a little lie down.” 

Sesshoumaru recognized the tone of command when he heard it. His blood was already pulsing in his ears as he tossed aside the stupid report. Anticipation hummed in his veins as he lay down on his desk.  

Kagome was standing before him now, toying with the hair tie. She stepped between his thighs, brushing against his groin as she bent over him. She grabbed his wrists and guided his hands to lie above his head. The elastic band snapped against his skin as she bound his wrists together. 

Kagome leaned in, her breath ghosting over his chin. “This hair tie's my favorite. If you break it, I’ll have to punish you.” 

Sesshoumaru’s eyes hooded. His breath hitched even before she caught his lower lip in a teasing bite. He swallowed a moan as she unbuttoned his slacks, pulled down the zipper. When her hand stole into his underwear, he was already achingly hard. Those talented fingers wrapped around his cock in a firm grip that was simultaneously claiming and a declaration. Kagome’s gaze found his and locked as she pressed the tips of her nails into his hot, sensitive skin. 

The first slow glide of her hand tore a groan from his throat. A temptress without mercy, Kagome knew just how to touch him. A squeeze here, a flick of her wrist there. Maddeningly deliberate moves followed by scraping nails and commanding pumps. Sesshoumaru’s eyes fell shut and he hissed out a rapturous breath as her wrist twisted at the end of a firm stroke just the way he loved best. 

“Eyes on me,” her voice snapped in a sharp command. 

Foolishly, Sesshoumaru’d thought he couldn’t get any harder. Kagome loved proving him wrong. He met her eyes and strained against the flimsy little hair tie, his hands clenching into fists with the effort to keep his arms still. It wasn't easy; the woman was driving him mad.  

She squeezed the base of his cock, swirled a thumb over the head, rocketing him right on the edge, an ocean of bliss brushing against the tips of his fingers – and she was keeping him there, hovering at the precipice, preventing him from diving in. 

Her busy hand’s pace grew languid, and she bent over him again for a searing kiss. Her breasts rubbed against him, making Sesshoumaru’s every nerve-ending scream. 

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Kagome whispered against his lips, her voice sultry. 

“Yes,” he panted. Her heavy-lidded eyes were his anchor in the sea of pleasure threatening to drown him. His release was building, a sweet and irresistible ache.  

Her hand stilled and he cried out at the loss. Her teeth sank into his throat. 

“You don’t have the permission to come yet,” she told him and released his hands. 

Sesshoumaru snarled. 

“Go lie down on the couch there.” She whipped her hair into a quick ponytail.  

He complied and settled on his back on the black leather sofa. Kagome, the incorrigible minx, hiked up her pencil skirt. It bunched up on her waist and his breath left him, his heart leaped into his throat. 

She wasn’t wearing underwear. 

There was an extra sway in her hips as she walked over to him. Every click of her heels was a jolt to his balls. Her smile was knowing as she set her knee on the sofa by Sesshoumaru’s shoulder. And then, with one fluid movement she was straddling him, hovering so close the scent of her arousal filled his lungs. The soft perfection of her thighs bracketed his head and with a hungry growl he clasped her to him, his greedy fingers digging into her ass cheeks. 

Kagome’s throaty laugh was a drizzle of oil into the fire of desire blazing inside him. “That’s right, Sesshoumaru,” she crooned at him, and rolled her luscious hips in deliberate torture. “You know what to do.” 

He did indeed. She was spread open before him like a glorious feast, so wet for him her pinked skin glistened in an invitation. He would lap up every single drop until she screamed for him. The first delicious lick with the flat of his tongue rewarded him with a mewl. Sesshoumaru grinned and got to work.  

Slowly but thoroughly, he worked his way up to her clit. She whimpered as he flicked his tongue against it, gasped when he followed that initial contact with the graze of his teeth. When his mouth closed around her clit and sucked the first, long pull she finally cried out. She was trembling above him, her quivering thigh brushing against his cheek as he plunged in, spearing her with his tongue. Through slitted eyes he saw her head toss back, her body bowed in a silent scream. The taste of victory was nearly as sweet as hers. 

Sesshoumaru drew his tongue back and thrust into Kagome again. She slumped forward and gripped the base of his cock. His answering groan was euphoric and muffled. When she pulled him into her mouth, the inferno of his lust hit a fever pitch and his hips bucked up in a frenzy. 

He doubled his efforts as she started to suck him. He wouldn’t last long with that clever mouth at work. She contracted around his tongue as his thumb circled her clit and her keening hum vibrated around his cock. He picked up his pace, his tongue relentless and his thumb unerring. She was coming apart above him and around him, but she had a final trick up her sleeve.  

When Kagome’s determined hand cupped his balls, Sesshoumaru shattered. 

World imploded to black as Sesshoumaru's pleasure crested at last, only a hairbreadth away from agony. The orgasm ripped through him and with a loud grunt he pumped his hips, spilling his seed into Kagome’s warm, wicked mouth. 

When he floated down from the blinding high, one eternity later, Kagome was draped over him, her legs tangled with his. He ran a trembling hand down her spine. She looked as boneless and sated as he felt.  

"Feeling better?" she asked once she’d gotten her breath back. She cradled his cheek in a gentle caress. 

He took her hand and pressed a kiss to it, his nose brushing against her wedding ring. "I felt better the moment you walked into the room. I thought you had already left." 

"Oh, I left around five. But when the dinner started getting cold, I knew I had to come back and bodily haul my husband out of the office." 

Sesshoumaru grimaced, slashed by guilt. “I’m sorry.” 

“I’m not.” Kagome smirked at him and patted his thigh. “Your tongue more than made up for it.” 

Sesshoumaru laughed, tumbling headfirst into love all over again. “I was going to come home soon. I only had that one report to read.” 

“For tomorrow’s board meeting?” 

“Yes,” Sesshoumaru replied and rubbed his forehead in frustration.  

Kagome propped herself up on her elbows and looked him in the eye. “Want me to take it?” 

Sesshoumaru fiddled with a strand of her hair. “You’d do that?” 

“Of course! That’s the reason we decided to co-president to begin with, right? Divide and conquer and all that. Besides, your mother’s attending tomorrow and she likes me better than you.” 

“That she does,” Sesshoumaru agreed, rueful. 

“Great! That’s settled.” Kagome smiled at him and leaned in to give him a lingering kiss. “Come on. Let’s go home."