Fanfic: Executive Prerogative - Wanton Wednesday pt. 1
Title: Executive Prerogative Wanton Wednesday pt. 1
Fandom: Inuyasha
Pairing/Character: Sesshoumaru
Word Count: 1644 words
Chapters: 3 of (incomplete)
Rating: MA
Genre: Smut
disclaimer: The characters and world of InuYasha are not mine, they are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Warnings: masturbation, voyeurism
Story Description: High-powered, high-classed, what business executive wouldn't exercise his birth-rite? Join the boys on their AU journey through debauchery and depravity - in first-class style.
Chapter Description: Rin, secretary to one of the most powerful men in the business world, reflects on just how she reached her position.
Wanton Wednesday pt. 1
By Sarga
“Sir, Kagura is here to see you.” Rin, Sesshoumaru's petite receptionist, let her boss of three years know that his ex-wife was here to visit.
“That's Ms. Kazemoto, thank you very much.” Kagura put strong emphasis on the Ms. and she didn't sound very thankful about it.
“Thank-you Rin. Please send her in.” Sesshoumaru's smooth baritone spoke from the intercom on Rin's phone. Not for the first time, Rin had to stifle a shiver of need as she heard his silken voice roll over her.
“Yes, sir.”
Rin stood and led the way, despite the fact that Kagura could clearly see the open door not ten feet away.
“May I take your coat, ma'am?” Rin offered politely. Even if Kagura was bordering on rude, Rin was proud of her decorum at work. Not only did Sesshoumaru demand it of his personal staff, but Rin had been personally witness to a former employee who had not meet his expectation.
Rin thought back to the debacle...
Two years prior, Sesshoumaru's personal secretary, an up-and-comer named Yura, had tried to seduce her employer. Rin had been a mere personal courier at the time and was at Yura's empty desk when Sesshoumaru's door had swung open, hitting the wall with the force. Yura, known for impeccable attention to detail, was in disarray. She was hastily straightening her clothing, her normally flawless skin unusually pale and sickly-looking.
At first Rin thought Sesshoumaru was sexually harassing the woman. Then Yura opened her mouth, setting the chain of events in motion that would result in her own demise.
“I'll be pressing charges for attempted rape, bastard! I have a witness.” Yura pointed to Rin as she furiously threw her belongings into a bag.
“Hnn.”
For one who was being accused of assault, Sesshoumaru was completely collected.
“What? You think I won't do it? Fine! You'll hear from my lawyer!” Yura stormed past Rin, and the younger woman saw something akin to triumph in the older woman's eyes.
Rin stood there, unsure of how to proceed. Should she leave now before he tried something with her? Should she pretend nothing happened to keep her job safe? The decision was made for her.
“I should not have to explain myself, however I am aware how much females tend to group together in such matters. Please go to Yura's workstation and open an internet browser.” Sesshoumaru looked at his watch as Rin hesitated then moved forward. The young girl laid a small package on the desk and sat in Yura's comfortable leather computer chair.
Rin swivelled the mouse and the screen-saver disappeared, presenting Yura's chosen background. Rin's cheeks flared as she quickly tried to open a browser window and cover the embarrassment. On the desktop was one of the most sexually explicit photographs Rin had ever seen. A tawdry woman lay on the beach, her back arched and her head thrown back, her breasts barely covered by what looked more like dental floss than a bikini. Between her legs was the back of the head of some male model (his body was only half in the picture, the obvious focus was the woman) in what was obviously meant to be oral sex.
Rin's eyes widened as the spinning pointer finally became a browser and covered up the picture. As it disappeared, Rin realized the tawdry woman was Yura.
Talk about egotistical.
The homepage was no better, a smattering of pictures of Yura in provocative positions and various states of undress. Rin, having been formally trained as a secretary, quickly typed google in the address bar and let the browser get rid of the explicit photographs.
“It has been long enough now, you will be able to access an internal site.” Sesshoumaru's voice only added to Rin's embarrassment. At least he hadn't see the pictures as she had. That would have melted her on the spot.
“Yes, sir. What is the address?” Rin's voice was a little tight, but she managed to remain professional.
Sesshoumaru nodded to himself and gave Rin further instruction. When the page loaded, Rin's eyes widened in realization.
“Internal security monitoring.” Sesshoumaru supplied. “We do not spy on our employees, rather any executive who wishes it has 24-hour video surveillance on his or her office. This video is saved for up to one year; longer if that video is part of a police investigation.”
“I see.” Rin's voice was barely above a whisper, but she could see where he was going.
“Please click on the Executive tab.” Sesshoumaru guided Rin as she ran through the steps. “Now you should see time stamps under my name. The most recent five-minute interval will have been loaded. Please view it as many times as you require. When you are finished, please come to my office. You are a competent employee. I will be offering you a promotion to Yura's old position. Should you accept, we will discuss the details. Should you decline, we will discuss the matter at hand.”
“Yes... yes, sir.” Rin's voice was still unsure, but she followed his instructions.
Complete with sound, Rin watched the travesty unfold:
The first three minutes were of Sesshoumaru working on his computer. Then Yura strolled in. Looking like a cat on the prowl, Yura closed the door and leaned her body back against it. With her too-small shirt only held closed by two buttons, her ample breasts were all but exposed. Obviously without a bra, the woman did her utmost to let her body bounce and sway as she locked the door and stalked forward.
“Excuse me, Sesshoumaru,” Yura purred. “I have something for you that you absolutely must take advantage of.”
Rin was embarrassed, but - like a train wreck - she couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight.
“Yura. This is not an appropriate state of dress for the work environment. Please return when you are appropriately attired.” Sesshoumaru looked annoyed, but, undeterred, his personal secretary continued.
“You want me to come back later? How about I just cum?” Yura was laying it on thick and Rin could hardly believe her senses. Yura walked around Sesshoumaru's desk and propped her leg up on the desk, exposing her shaven pussy to Sesshoumaru's eyes - and the camera.
“Yura...”
Sesshoumaru, obviously a red-blooded male, tried to interject, his jaw flexing as he shifted slightly. Rin could see a bulge start to form in Sesshoumaru's pants. So could Yura.
“You know you want this.” Yura purred, bringing a hand from her mouth to her pussy lips and spreading them wide. With a flick of her fingers, Yura arched her back, pressing her other hand against her half-exposed breast. “You know you want to be in here, fucking me senseless.”
Yura slipped two fingers inside herself and slowly pumped the in and out, flexing her ass and gyrating in front of Sesshoumaru's face.
Taking her slick fingers from her plump pussy lips, Yura brought them to Sesshoumaru's mouth.
“Enough!” Sesshoumaru barked, but not before he had a taste of Yura on his lips.
Startled, Yura almost lost her balance as she tried to remove her foot from Sesshoumaru's desk.
“Leave now and I won't press charges. Suffice it to say you are no longer employed here.” Sesshoumaru's voice was harsh. Using a tissue, he wiped Yura's juices from his lip and practically growled. When his order was not followed, he once again barked “Leave!”
Yura, startled, turned toward Sesshoumaru, her face angry.
That's when the video ended.
Not wanting to miss anything else, Rin went back to the site, and sure enough, there was a new five-minute interval.
Clicking on the new link, Rin's breath caught in her throat. Sesshoumaru was in the middle of stroking his exposed cock, a low throaty moan coming from him. Closing the new video, Rin's heart raced. Looking at the time-stamp again, the girl realized she had skipped one.
Continuing on, Rin watched - distractedly - as Yura threatened Sesshoumaru and stormed out. There were two minutes of audio from the outer office, then Sesshoumaru returned, glancing at his watch. Still obviously erect, Sesshoumaru sat in his chair shifting uncomfortably and glancing at his watch every few seconds. Finally, he seemed satisfied by the time, and began to stroke himself through his clothes.
Sesshoumaru unzipped his pants and reached in, his fist full of cock springing out as he stroked himself quickly and surely. A low moan started in his throat.
The video cut off.
Rin was panting at the sight. Unable to help herself, she started the following video of her boss pleasuring himself. She wondered if she would get caught. Somehow, it only served to intensify her excitement.
Sesshoumaru continued to stroke his exposed cock, a low throaty moan coming from deep within himself. Rin could see his purple head as he deftly pumped his shaft, the thick meat straining for release. Quicker than she would have liked, Sesshoumaru exploded, his cum shooting from his purple head and into his other hand. Massaging his own balls slightly, Sesshoumaru took a couple of deep breaths and leaned back against his chair before cleaning himself up.
With his dick back in his pants, Sesshoumaru tidied up, using the small sink in his office to clean his hands. Finished with his 'personal business' Sesshoumaru unlocked the door and returned to his desk.
Rin's heart hammered in her chest as she tried not to let her soaked panties control her actions...
That had been two years prior.
Now, Sesshoumaru's ex-wife walked into Sesshoumaru's office and closed the door. Rin returned to her seat, her heart pounding from excitement as she anxiously waited for the newest security clip to appear.
Kagura was never one to disappoint...
Read this chapter in the Boiler Room
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Fandom: Inuyasha
Pairing/Character: Sesshoumaru
Word Count: 1644 words
Chapters: 3 of (incomplete)
Rating: MA
Genre: Smut
disclaimer: The characters and world of InuYasha are not mine, they are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Warnings: masturbation, voyeurism
Story Description: High-powered, high-classed, what business executive wouldn't exercise his birth-rite? Join the boys on their AU journey through debauchery and depravity - in first-class style.
Chapter Description: Rin, secretary to one of the most powerful men in the business world, reflects on just how she reached her position.
Wanton Wednesday pt. 1
By Sarga
“Sir, Kagura is here to see you.” Rin, Sesshoumaru's petite receptionist, let her boss of three years know that his ex-wife was here to visit.
“That's Ms. Kazemoto, thank you very much.” Kagura put strong emphasis on the Ms. and she didn't sound very thankful about it.
“Thank-you Rin. Please send her in.” Sesshoumaru's smooth baritone spoke from the intercom on Rin's phone. Not for the first time, Rin had to stifle a shiver of need as she heard his silken voice roll over her.
“Yes, sir.”
Rin stood and led the way, despite the fact that Kagura could clearly see the open door not ten feet away.
“May I take your coat, ma'am?” Rin offered politely. Even if Kagura was bordering on rude, Rin was proud of her decorum at work. Not only did Sesshoumaru demand it of his personal staff, but Rin had been personally witness to a former employee who had not meet his expectation.
Rin thought back to the debacle...
Two years prior, Sesshoumaru's personal secretary, an up-and-comer named Yura, had tried to seduce her employer. Rin had been a mere personal courier at the time and was at Yura's empty desk when Sesshoumaru's door had swung open, hitting the wall with the force. Yura, known for impeccable attention to detail, was in disarray. She was hastily straightening her clothing, her normally flawless skin unusually pale and sickly-looking.
At first Rin thought Sesshoumaru was sexually harassing the woman. Then Yura opened her mouth, setting the chain of events in motion that would result in her own demise.
“I'll be pressing charges for attempted rape, bastard! I have a witness.” Yura pointed to Rin as she furiously threw her belongings into a bag.
“Hnn.”
For one who was being accused of assault, Sesshoumaru was completely collected.
“What? You think I won't do it? Fine! You'll hear from my lawyer!” Yura stormed past Rin, and the younger woman saw something akin to triumph in the older woman's eyes.
Rin stood there, unsure of how to proceed. Should she leave now before he tried something with her? Should she pretend nothing happened to keep her job safe? The decision was made for her.
“I should not have to explain myself, however I am aware how much females tend to group together in such matters. Please go to Yura's workstation and open an internet browser.” Sesshoumaru looked at his watch as Rin hesitated then moved forward. The young girl laid a small package on the desk and sat in Yura's comfortable leather computer chair.
Rin swivelled the mouse and the screen-saver disappeared, presenting Yura's chosen background. Rin's cheeks flared as she quickly tried to open a browser window and cover the embarrassment. On the desktop was one of the most sexually explicit photographs Rin had ever seen. A tawdry woman lay on the beach, her back arched and her head thrown back, her breasts barely covered by what looked more like dental floss than a bikini. Between her legs was the back of the head of some male model (his body was only half in the picture, the obvious focus was the woman) in what was obviously meant to be oral sex.
Rin's eyes widened as the spinning pointer finally became a browser and covered up the picture. As it disappeared, Rin realized the tawdry woman was Yura.
Talk about egotistical.
The homepage was no better, a smattering of pictures of Yura in provocative positions and various states of undress. Rin, having been formally trained as a secretary, quickly typed google in the address bar and let the browser get rid of the explicit photographs.
“It has been long enough now, you will be able to access an internal site.” Sesshoumaru's voice only added to Rin's embarrassment. At least he hadn't see the pictures as she had. That would have melted her on the spot.
“Yes, sir. What is the address?” Rin's voice was a little tight, but she managed to remain professional.
Sesshoumaru nodded to himself and gave Rin further instruction. When the page loaded, Rin's eyes widened in realization.
“Internal security monitoring.” Sesshoumaru supplied. “We do not spy on our employees, rather any executive who wishes it has 24-hour video surveillance on his or her office. This video is saved for up to one year; longer if that video is part of a police investigation.”
“I see.” Rin's voice was barely above a whisper, but she could see where he was going.
“Please click on the Executive tab.” Sesshoumaru guided Rin as she ran through the steps. “Now you should see time stamps under my name. The most recent five-minute interval will have been loaded. Please view it as many times as you require. When you are finished, please come to my office. You are a competent employee. I will be offering you a promotion to Yura's old position. Should you accept, we will discuss the details. Should you decline, we will discuss the matter at hand.”
“Yes... yes, sir.” Rin's voice was still unsure, but she followed his instructions.
Complete with sound, Rin watched the travesty unfold:
The first three minutes were of Sesshoumaru working on his computer. Then Yura strolled in. Looking like a cat on the prowl, Yura closed the door and leaned her body back against it. With her too-small shirt only held closed by two buttons, her ample breasts were all but exposed. Obviously without a bra, the woman did her utmost to let her body bounce and sway as she locked the door and stalked forward.
“Excuse me, Sesshoumaru,” Yura purred. “I have something for you that you absolutely must take advantage of.”
Rin was embarrassed, but - like a train wreck - she couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight.
“Yura. This is not an appropriate state of dress for the work environment. Please return when you are appropriately attired.” Sesshoumaru looked annoyed, but, undeterred, his personal secretary continued.
“You want me to come back later? How about I just cum?” Yura was laying it on thick and Rin could hardly believe her senses. Yura walked around Sesshoumaru's desk and propped her leg up on the desk, exposing her shaven pussy to Sesshoumaru's eyes - and the camera.
“Yura...”
Sesshoumaru, obviously a red-blooded male, tried to interject, his jaw flexing as he shifted slightly. Rin could see a bulge start to form in Sesshoumaru's pants. So could Yura.
“You know you want this.” Yura purred, bringing a hand from her mouth to her pussy lips and spreading them wide. With a flick of her fingers, Yura arched her back, pressing her other hand against her half-exposed breast. “You know you want to be in here, fucking me senseless.”
Yura slipped two fingers inside herself and slowly pumped the in and out, flexing her ass and gyrating in front of Sesshoumaru's face.
Taking her slick fingers from her plump pussy lips, Yura brought them to Sesshoumaru's mouth.
“Enough!” Sesshoumaru barked, but not before he had a taste of Yura on his lips.
Startled, Yura almost lost her balance as she tried to remove her foot from Sesshoumaru's desk.
“Leave now and I won't press charges. Suffice it to say you are no longer employed here.” Sesshoumaru's voice was harsh. Using a tissue, he wiped Yura's juices from his lip and practically growled. When his order was not followed, he once again barked “Leave!”
Yura, startled, turned toward Sesshoumaru, her face angry.
That's when the video ended.
Not wanting to miss anything else, Rin went back to the site, and sure enough, there was a new five-minute interval.
Clicking on the new link, Rin's breath caught in her throat. Sesshoumaru was in the middle of stroking his exposed cock, a low throaty moan coming from him. Closing the new video, Rin's heart raced. Looking at the time-stamp again, the girl realized she had skipped one.
Continuing on, Rin watched - distractedly - as Yura threatened Sesshoumaru and stormed out. There were two minutes of audio from the outer office, then Sesshoumaru returned, glancing at his watch. Still obviously erect, Sesshoumaru sat in his chair shifting uncomfortably and glancing at his watch every few seconds. Finally, he seemed satisfied by the time, and began to stroke himself through his clothes.
Sesshoumaru unzipped his pants and reached in, his fist full of cock springing out as he stroked himself quickly and surely. A low moan started in his throat.
The video cut off.
Rin was panting at the sight. Unable to help herself, she started the following video of her boss pleasuring himself. She wondered if she would get caught. Somehow, it only served to intensify her excitement.
Sesshoumaru continued to stroke his exposed cock, a low throaty moan coming from deep within himself. Rin could see his purple head as he deftly pumped his shaft, the thick meat straining for release. Quicker than she would have liked, Sesshoumaru exploded, his cum shooting from his purple head and into his other hand. Massaging his own balls slightly, Sesshoumaru took a couple of deep breaths and leaned back against his chair before cleaning himself up.
With his dick back in his pants, Sesshoumaru tidied up, using the small sink in his office to clean his hands. Finished with his 'personal business' Sesshoumaru unlocked the door and returned to his desk.
Rin's heart hammered in her chest as she tried not to let her soaked panties control her actions...
That had been two years prior.
Now, Sesshoumaru's ex-wife walked into Sesshoumaru's office and closed the door. Rin returned to her seat, her heart pounding from excitement as she anxiously waited for the newest security clip to appear.
Kagura was never one to disappoint...
Read this chapter in the Boiler Room
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