Partridge by DeadlyGlacier

Tangled in Tinsel

SMUTMAS PROMPT #1:

"Tangled in Tinsel"

Kinks: bondage, sub/dom

Tangled in Tinsel

Shivers ran up his spine as she strapped him to the cross. It was a massive thing, welded to the floor with metals imbued with holy powers, ensuring Sesshomaru's demonic energy couldn't overpower it. The leather cuffs were also blessed by his mate, strapped to his wrists and ankles.

His back was to her, but a mirror was placed in front of him, behind the cross itself, so he could see her face.

And so she could see his.

Trust and consent were cornerstones of their relationship, but even still, Kagome needed ways to check in; and thus, the mirror proved necessary for that.

She was fond of purples and violets, but this time of year, she preferred blood red, in velvet or leather. Sesshomaru didn't mind, not in the slightest. Her nails might be red to match, but the special bladed tips still scratched his back the same, causing gooseflesh to break out over his pale skin.

"Are you ready, my love?" his beautiful mate asked, her midnight eyes glittering with dark delight in the mirror.

Sesshomaru's golden met hers, and he nodded, "Yes, mistress."

The shine of her red nails gleamed in the low light of their dungeon, adjusting his thick black collar. They raked through his silky white tresses as Kagome smiled at him, "Good boy…"

The words never failed to make him tremble.

He knew a part of him should be furious, insulted, or at the very least annoyed.

But all it did was make his cock hard and his lips part in a needy sigh.

"Patience," Kagome said, patting his shoulder. Her fingertip ran over one of his back stripes, making him shiver again.

He heard her stiletto heels walk away toward their toy chest, and Sesshomaru fought his restraints half-heartedly.

"I have an early Christmas present for you, darling," his sweetness told him, her dark, rich voice tinkling with mischief.

The demon king purred, fingers flexing into fists as he anticipated her next move. He could see her, just slightly out of view from the mirror; he could hear her, too, but could only gain so much from the sounds she made.

The creak of a box.

The shift of leather.

The weight of their toys and implements moving in they liked to refer to as the Treasure Trove, a large wooden trunk they'd found somewhere in the centuries they'd been together.

The lid slammed shut a moment later, and the sound of something slipping out just before made Sesshomaru half-heartedly tug against his bindings. He heard Kagome dragging whatever it was behind her on the floor, and he heard the scrape of metal accompanying her heels.

Before he could speak another word, the whip whistled through the air and struck the broad side of his back. Sesshomaru hissed, growling as the holy sting made his eyes squeeze shut.

But then he felt Kagome's tongue on him, licking her fresh mark.

She gave a dark smile in the mirror, "Are you sure you're ready?"