Blossom in a Gilded Cage
Summary: Syaoran Li has vowed to crush the Kinomotos, whom he blames for the loss of his family fortune. He chooses Sakura Kinomoto as his target; he intends to possess everything about her, to take her innocence and make her completely his—then discard her.
By: swallowingtears
Disclaimer: The CCS characters are not mine.
Notes: Very mature content. You have been warned. Also this is a variation on the "Possession" preview in the EvilClonesRSmexy preview page; I rewrote it as Sakura/Syaoran instead. I am a member of that team, and "Possession" was my idea.
In war there are no innocents. - Muad'Dib, The Dune Chronicles
Chapter 1: To Own
Six feet tall, well-built, and heartbreakingly handsome: those words were often used to describe the rich, powerful scion of the Li family: Syaoran Li. Ruthless and vicious in the boardroom, he was the same way in his personal life: when women threw themselves at him, he took advantage of them then discarded them when he was no longer interested.
But he had a secret: he had been waiting for the beautiful, delicate daughter of one of his family's rivals to reach eighteen so that he could take her. Emerald-eyed Sakura Kinomoto, with the short light brown hair, was delightful and sweet; the few times he'd met her, he'd known he wanted to own the girl. He was six years older, and of marriageable age; he'd first seen her when she was twelve.
As soon as he had regained control of Li family's businesses—through a combination of ruthless tactics, strong-arm techniques, buyouts, and deceit, he'd slowly begun buying out the suppliers for the Kinomoto company, squeezing them slowly. Syaoran had timed it: as soon as Sakura turned eighteen on April 1 this year, he would force her into marriage to him. He hardened at the thought; oh yes, she would belong to him. He'd kept tabs on her; she had no boyfriends, and was quietly studying in a public school. He snorted. Public school. How unsuitable for the Kinomoto heiress.
He smiled as he read the reports on the Kinomoto company. The father had just pased away, leaving an inexperienced Touya Kinomoto at the helm, and Touya had just contracted debts to the Lis. Excellent.
Syaoran leaned back in his chair. He planned to attend the coming-out party for Sakura Kinomoto—he'd been invited by their social planner—and begin sowing the seeds for his plan. He would have her, that he would.
The Kinomotos owed him. He had been told that Fujitaka Kinomoto had driven a deal with the Japanese government that had locked out the Lis from their own businesses for years. His father committed suicide from the shame, and his mother followed within the year. Only fourteen, he had been forced to take over the reins of the family business, with four inexperienced sisters to care for. It had been hard, and once, he had even been forced to bed an older woman whose help he needed.
Oh, the Kinomotos would pay—with their most precious flower.
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"Are you all right, onii-chan?" Sakura's green eyes were concerned. Touya, her older brother, had been pacing, reading reports, worrying all week.
"No," he said. "But don't worry about it. Focus on your coming-out party," he said wearily, summoning a smile for her, though he was terrified. Touya had discovered they were practically bankrupt, and the thought of having to break the news to all the employees who depended on them scared him completely.
"I want to help," she said. "Please tell me if there is anything I can do."
"Go to Tomoyo and help her with the plans for your party. I'm looking forward to it," Touya said. "Go on, go," he added affectionately, "kaijuu."
"I am not a monster!" Sakura aimed a foot at her brother's own foot; from years of experience, he dodged it.
Sakura sighed and went downstairs to her best friend and cousin Tomoyo Daidouji. She thought, he has to stop treating me like a child, Touya does.
"Sakura!" Tomoyo, a raven-haired beauty with lavender eyes, called. "Do you want me to get a date for you for your coming-out party?"
"No," Sakura smiled. "I'm okay."
"Sure?" The girl grinned. "If so then can I get a date for me?"
Sakura laughed. "Of course. Why not?"
"A date might get in the way of filming," Tomoyo announced dramatically.
"No, a good date won't," Sakura said.
In truth she was thinking of the strangely handsome Chinese partner of her brother's, Syaoran Li. She'd asked to have him on the list for her party, and she was delighted when he agreed. He was older than her, though she'd had a crush on him since she was twelve and they had met at a company party. He was eighteen and already at the helm of his family business; he was so handsome and grown-up, Sakura had instantly developed a crush on him.
Him I would like to be my date, she thought wistfully.
She had no idea that he wanted much more from her.
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The night of April 1 was cool and the skies were dusted with diamond-like stars. Sakura was moving from table to table at the venue where her party was held, greeting her guests, when her breath caught.
Oh my God, it's Li-san!
The handsome young man had arrived, with a bouquet of peonies and a small box brightly wrapped in pink ribbons. He made his way to Sakura, and smiled at her.
"Happy birthday. As always, you are beautiful," he murmured as he kissed her hand. Sakura closed her eyes; her hand tingled where he had kissed it, and when he handed her the bouquet and the present, she blushed.
Syaoran was very pleased. She was lovely, breathtakingly so; her white gown pooled at her feet, and the simple design accented the fact that she had become a very beautiful young woman. He eyed her curves, and fought his arousal. Patience. In a little time, she will be mine, and I will fuck her until she screams from pleasure, he thought.
Then once I've used her—maybe even gotten her pregnant—I'll get rid of her. He smirked.
He watched her entertain her guests, eat, dance, and laugh. Occasionally she would catch his eye and blush. He smirked, knowing she fancied him a bit; he could work with that, and intended to.
Touya was barely in attendance, and Syaoran knew why: he was trying to fight a payment order from another firm. Better, Syaoran thought; Sakura would be alone later and wide open to him. He simply had to know what time Touya was coming home to put his pan into action.
When the party wound down and the guests began to leave, he stayed. She tried to help with the cleaning up, but her cousin shooed her and told her to go home. Syaoran made his move then.
"Kinomoto-san," he bowed, "may I have the honor of taking you home?"
Sakura looked at Tomoyo, who was wearing a big grin. Before she could answer, Tomoyo said, "Sure, Li-san! Please do! I'll bring your stuff home tomorrow." Ah, the best friend knows about the crush she has on me, Syaoran thought.
"I...would it be a bother...no...I'm sorry..." Sakura blushed and stammered; to be in such close proximity to Li-san would drive her nuts!
He took her hand, sending a thrill through her. "My car is outside. It would not be a bother to take such a lovely young girl home...especially since your brother, I believe, is busy."
"He is.." Sakura began, staring into his gorgeous eyes.
"Then we must not let you wait around. You must want to rest," he said gently. Tomoyo gave Sakura a push, and Syaoran led her to the front entrance, where a valet drove up his black convertible.
"Wow," Sakura breathed before she could stop herself. "Nice car."
Syaoran smiled. This was going to be easy. He opened the door and helped her in, then drove off.
He watched her out of the corner of his eye. She was shy and fidgety, glancing at him every now and then. So he decided to press his advantage.
"Why isn't your boyfriend taking you home?"
Sakura blushed. "I...don't have one."
Syaoran glanced at her. "Such a lovely girl like you? The boys in your school must all be blind and stupid."
"Um," Sakura's blush was a deep rose color, "I..." How could she tell him she was hoping to meet him again?
All too soon they were pulling into the driveway of the Kinomoto mansion. Syaoran noted that while it was well-cared for, it was showing signs of its age. He intended to buy it and demolish it once he got the chance.
Sakura was blushing, but managed to say, "Thank you. Would you like to come in for...tea? Coffee? As my way of thanking you?"
Syaoran could have laughed, but he didn't. "I would love that." Again he took her hand and let her lead him into the house. No servants were in evidence, and Syaoran rejoiced at his good luck.
In the drawing room, Sakura served him with some tea, and sat across him. "Thanks for coming...and for taking me home," she said shyly.
He decided to begin. "Sakura...If I may be so bold, I would like to court you."
"M...Me?" Sakura blushed. Was she dreaming? She discreetly pinched herself, and winced when it hurt. No, she was awake, and the handsome heir of the Li empire wanted to court...her! "Li-san, are you sure?"
"Syaoran," he corrected. He wanted her to scream his name, to know who had used her once this was all over. "Yes. I've wanted to do so for so long," Syaoran put down his teacup and strode over to where she was sitting. He knelt before her, and kissed her hand.
"I..." Sakura closed her eyes. What a wonderful birthday!
She stood up. "I...Yes!" She smiled, and Syaoran stood up.
"Forgive me," was what he said before his lips landed on hers.
Sakura melted. He was a good kisser; he sucked gently on her lower lip, kissed her so sweetly it was like she could die from happiness. And soon, his tongue asked for entrance to her mouth, which she gave.
Syaoran felt himself harden, and he felt Sakura yield to him. One hand slid up from Sakura's waist as he began to kiss his way down her shoulders, and he felt her go limp in his arms. He picked her up and laid her on the large couch behind them; her arms were around his neck, and he laid on top of her, letting her feel his erection.
Through the haze of the kisses, Sakura realized that Syaoran had pinned her down on the couch, and made a small mew of protest. He kissed her lips to still the complaint, and then his lips traveled down her neck, to the top of her strapless white dress. He pulled it down to expose her small breasts, and Sakura gasped when his hot mouth came down on one of the little nipples as his hand fondled the other breast. His tongue circled her nipple, and Sakura moaned softly.
But when his hand began to raise her gown, when he began to stroke her thighs, she hesitated. "Wait—no—please..." Sakura was aroused, but scared. "Please—no, no."
Syaoran raised his head, and was pleased to note how hard both her nipples were.
"My apologies, sweetheart." He held her close. "You're just everything I've wanted." To hold, to use, and to destroy.
She thrilled to his words, and fought the impulse to pull him back and let him touch her even more. He kissed her again, and she ignored the fact that she was already half-naked in his arms because kissing him was wonderful. She was truly an innocent; she trusted Syaoran completely,
Too bad that was when Touya walked in. He took one look at his half-naked sister beneath the very man whose help he needed, and made a quick decision—the very one Syaoran had been gambling on him to make.
"Either you get off my sister now," Touya snarled, "or you marry her."
Syaoran smiled. So delicious. They would never even know it had all been his idea.
He stood up, blocking Sakura's nakedness from view. "Of course I will do the honorable thing. One does not touch a girl like her without plans of marriage," Syaoran said. "But I must insist on one thing: the engagement ceremony will be tomorrow."
Touya left them alone for a few minutes. A scared and embarrassed Sakura straightened her clothes, then said, "It's such a big commitment for you. I can't impose that on you."
"It would be an honor," Syaoran said softly, almost believing his lie.
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The next morning, during the engagement ceremony, Sakura was silent, and afraid. When Syaoran kissed her as part of the ceremony, she shut her eyes, and became shy around him. Syaoran didn't care much for the change, and he decided to teach her a lesson.
In the limousine afterwards, Syaoran pressed the button which would raise the divider between them and the driver. Sakura sat quietly next to him, her large gold and diamond engagement ring glinting in the sunlight.
Syaoran placed a hand on her nape. "Now that you're my fiancee, there are some things you should know about me," he said.
"Like what?" Sakura raised large innocent green eyes to his dark chocolate ones.
"Like what I want from you, little one," he said against Sakura's lips. Syaoran easily parted them with his tongue, and dove straight in. Her eyes flew open briefly, but she yielded easily. He thought with satisfaction, she is mine!
Against her will, Sakura was enjoying the sensations Syaoran was arousing in her, but became confused when he pushed her downwards so that he was above her. Everything was different. Gone were the tender caresses he gave her the night before; this new Syaoran was aggressive, terrifyingly so, and possessive.
Her hands came up to push him away, but he captured them in his and pushed them down as his lips traveled down to her neck. Oh but that was delicious! She was arching herself upwards to meet him, and he was kissing her fiercely, leaving kiss marks all over her neck and shoulders.
And suddenly his hands were on her breasts. Sakura opened her eyes to find that Syaoran had ripped her blouse off, and was pulling her skirt off already.
"Wait—please—don't—why?" She backed off, and tried to cover her breasts.
"You are mine," Syaoran said huskily. "All of you. Body, mind, and soul." And as he slid his tongue back into her mouth, he tore off her bra, and swallowed her surprised gasp. His hands came up to cup her breasts, and she moaned as he rolled her nipples around in his fingers, entwining her fingers in his tousled brown hair. He could feel his own arousal, and he pressed it against her thigh as he captured one stiff nipple in his mouth, sucking on it softly. She gasped, then moaned.
Then he succeeded in pulling her skirt off, ripping her panties in the process. She lay under him, completely naked and vulnerable. Her eyes flew open, and she pushed Syaoran off, trying to move away from him.
"I—please, wait, I don't think I'm ready for this," she said, trying to cover herself and retrieve her clothing. She was blushing furiously while moving away from him. Sakura was afraid now, because she could not feel the Syaoran she had known in this aggressive, sexual stranger.
"Tell me to stop, then," he said, as he cupped her chin. He pulled her closer again, and kissed her lightly, teasingly. She groaned, and as he spread butterfly kisses up and down her neck, she began, unconsciously, to arch back into him as she moaned softly. Syaoran used her distraction to position himself between her thighs. She was becoming wet, he noted with satisfaction, and he moved his finger in to stroke her clitoris gently, teasingly.
He pulled down his zipper and let his penis touch her labia. Sakura nearly screamed when he began touching her there, and she stopped resisting him. Syaoran sensed her capitulation, and pulled away from her to demonstrate his power over her. She looked up at him, confused.
"See how I play your body like an instrument?" he said silkily. He dipped a finger gently between her labia, which were quite wet. "Tell me again that you're not ready." He raised his finger, covered with her dew, to his lips, and licked it suggestively, not breaking eye contact with her. Then he pinned her down again, sliding his tongue into her mouth hard, locking her arms under one of his hands, shoving her legs apart unceremoniously, positioning his cockhead at her entrance.
And stopped when he felt her tears. He released her, and watched as she backed away, and tried to dress herself again as fast as she could.
At the condo building where Syaoran owned the penthouse, he guided her into the private elevator. She looked around, uncertain, and looked at him, tears in her eyes. His heart, to his surprise, melted, and he enfolded Sakura into his arms as they exited.
At the threshhold of the penthouse, she stopped. It was large and decorated lavishly. Sakura thought of the quiet life she had left behind, of this terrifying stranger who could command her body at a whim, and she began to cry.
Syaoran, alarmed at her breakdown, came back from the bedroom where he had tossed his briefcase. He had been planning another sexual demonstration for Sakura, of how he owned her body, and the sight of her weeping helplessly bothered him no end.
"Ssshh," he crooned.
"It's just—I wanted to fall in love, to feel all these things. But—even if my body says yes, I—I just, I," Sakura
He pressed her against his chest, and stroked her shoulder-length auburn hair, rocking her back and forth like a small child. Syaoran decided it was enough power play for one day—he did not intend to break her completely, only punish her for her family's sins against his. He picked her up, and carried her into his bedroom, removing her shoes as he lowered her to the bed. Then Syaoran pulled Sakura into a spooning embrace, breathing against her neck.
"Don't cry," he crooned. "I always take care of what's mine."
Sakura's sobs slowed to little hitchings of her breath, then Syaoran realized she had fallen asleep in his arms. He turned her around, brushing her dark honey-colored hair away from her face. She snuggled up to him, and to his surprise, she breathed his name. "Syaoran," she said softly. "Please. Don't hurt me," she begged.
Oh but I will, he smirked as he kissed her. After I've had my pleasure with you, I will hurt you.
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