Chapter 1: The Business Man
Full Description - Sins of the flesh and a web of lies that can come crashing down in a moment; that is the life of Kagome, or that is who she claims to be, danger and contracts is all she knows; though is that all she is really doing? She has lived her life independent and free to choose what she desires, then as a series of murders take place among her own kind, she begins to doubt her own sanity and fears for her life and the lives of those she cares for. As the walls begin closing in here comes and unlikely stranger, Sesshomaru; a supposed well-mannered business tycoon who is only in the city for a visit or so he claims. Can Kagome over come her past to trust this man enough to become the likely hero, or is he really the villain? Twists and turns walk you through her life as a roller coaster of emotions and events spiral her down a ominous path of shadows and mystery; can she survive the wrath of these turbulent times, or will her life story be on tomorrow's front page newspaper as the latest victim?
I do not own any Inuyasha character used here but do own the story plot line and other characters -Plot Based off a real book I'm writing enjoy
It was a cool September night as I paced the familiar gray carpeted hotel room. The hour was growing late as I waited for him, my steps ceased as I stood in front of the window which stretched down to the floor of our regular room. My eyes focused on the distant glowing lights of the city; he was later than normal, which was odd for a man who was often too early. My eyes landed on the reflection of myself in the glass, I was dressed in my faux fur lined red robe which was cut too short and a champagne glass in hand, as the red curls cascaded down about my shoulders. My gaze shifted to the door as I heard a key click in the lock, and he, my current client stepped in and closed the door which echoed in the quiet room.
I watched him as he strolled in with his casual gait, and his movements slow as he tossed his jacket on the arm of the chair and loosened his tie away from his neck. My gaze stayed on him as he finally decided to look at me with those piercing blue eyes. "Get undressed." The statement he told me took a moment to register as my free hand automatically went to the tie of my robe and undid it, which allowed the material to fall loose, revealing some pale flesh. I set the champagne glass I had been holding onto the nightstand which was nearby as my fingers returned to my robe and slid it the rest of the way off, the soft material pooled on the floor at my feet leaving my body bare. "Good girl." I heard his voice again as I watched his large hands undoing the buttons of his shirt, I knew he could be a rough one, depending on his mood, he often fancied the dominant role.
His eyes remained on me as my own observed him still, his fingers soon loosened his belt as he made his way to the over-stuffed bed and sat on it. "Come here." As on command I moved to him like a trained pet; as I came in range his fingers encircled my wrist and he pulled me into his lap. I felt the bulge that raised his dress pants further against my bare rear and I soon sensed his rough palm groping my left breast, weighing it, squeezing it, as if measuring it up for the first time. He wasted no moment as his other hand slid down my front, across my abdomen and between my slightly parted thighs. His fingertips stroked along my folds before he found what he wanted, my clit which he rubbed relentlessly with his middle and index finger.
It drew a moan from my lips briefly as I watched his hand move between my thighs. Before I knew it my mind registered his fingers had left my clit to thrust suddenly into my already wet depths, as his action making my inner walls stretch over his digits which were easily sliding in and out of my body now from being coated in my own fluids. In a swift motion I found myself being maneuvered on my back, and I felt the blankets against the flesh of my spine as he was soon upon me. He seemed in a rush tonight, which was not like himself, as his fingers were unsteady working my core up to his liking. I watched him kneel between my spread legs as he fumbled with undoing his pants like an inexperienced school boy; his clothes were all ruffled as if he hadn't even changed clothes overnight. My thoughts were cut short as he freed his swollen shaft from the confinement of his lower clothing. It wasn't but a moment when his thick meat plunged into my core, he sunk every inch in with one heavy thrust of his hips. I heard him groan, as I myself released a gasp as he bottomed out in me without hesitation.
My fingers gripped at the blankets beneath me as he began to use my body; I felt him pull back only to return his girth fully into my depths, and stretching me over his throbbing length. He made sure to be balls deep in me each time he sheathed himself within my chasm. I felt his hips roll against my own with each thrust, rocking my body down to my bones. I watched my breasts bounce before me as I observed his head fall back, knowing he was losing himself in his own pleasure as he bottomed out against the entrance to my womb. He was riding me hard, and with a steady force as his hands came up above my head and landed on the edge of the head board gripping the wood for leverage; his speed increasing as he used his size against my smaller frame. A whimper crossed my lips before I bit my tongue to silence myself, because he didn't like hearing anything in the room but his own pleasure. He often told me I was nothing but his play toy, something to use and abuse, to give him pleasure and to take frustrations out on.
I could feel the muscles trembling beneath his skin as our bodies made contact briefly each time he went down on me. He was close, and I would be glad when he was done; he wasn't one of my favorite clients, just a business man from up town; another man bored of his wife and wanting to play under the table. Most of my customers didn't know how lucky they were, to have something to go back to beyond this side of the world. My thoughts were brought back to the present as he forced me to intake a sharp breath as he harshly bottomed the head of his shaft out within me. I felt his meat pulsing within my walls as he gave a quick jerk against me as he groaned and his movements stopped over me, and I watched him biting his lower lip. I knew he was pumping my core full of his thick potent seed, flooding my inner depths with with his very essence.
Within a moment he collapsed upon me before rolling off to the side and his body was heavy, but he did have a wide build, and he was fairly tone. His hair was dirty brown, though it was rare for me to pay much attention to the physical appearance of clients these days, they all tended to meld together, and one body after the next for the most part. Taking a deep breath I rolled from the bed as he was busy trying to calm his own heaving chest. I am often sore after my nightly affairs, depending on how rough the men become. He had been my second client today, and he often called on me twice a week; though my prices were reasonable, but not cheap. I made my way into the bathroom and adjusted the shower to a decent temperature before I clambered in the tube. I planned on washing then leaving, and he often lingered after I was long gone, though before I got half way through lathering my flesh I soon found myself pinned against a toned torso; as I saw two tanned arms about my waist.
His hands soon groped along my front once more as the hot water bathed us both. I then gasped as he sunk his shaft into my depths again and began riding me from behind. My hands reached out and placed flat on the green title wall before me. I felt his hands slide down my ribs and to my hips gripping them as he continued to thrust his full length into my slick chasm. I heard a moan escape him as he was seeking his own pleasure once more with my body. The hot water raced down my spine as I watched the rush of water fall with hollow tapping against the metal tub. He was soon finished with me, his movements stopped as I felt his hips give a jerk against my bare rear and I knew he was releasing another load into my awaiting passage. I heard him take a deep breath as he slid from me, to put distance between our bodies and I straightened my form and allowed the water to run over me a few more moments before exiting the steam filled area which had cloaked the enclosed tub. The foggy substance escaped momentarily before I closed the glass door again, which left him in the tub alone.
It was time for me to leave; I knew it had been probably near two hours since he made his appearance in our typical hotel room we used weekly, he might as well should have rented it by the month instead of the week. It seemed he would never get bored of me and he had been dipping into this little affair for near six months now and showed no sign of relinquishing their little arrangement. I released a sigh as I made my way to my bag near the bed where I had dropped it there when I arrived. I dug through the contents I pulled my normal day clothes out, them being jeans and a loose fitting t-shirt to walk around in public as every 'normal' person does. Dressing in a hurry I quickly repacked the backpack and slung it onto my shoulder. I glanced about the room again, taking inventory before hearing the bathroom door open and close, it had a light squeak to the hinges. "Same time next week." It was a statement not a question from him, as always. I just nodded as I acknowledged I heard him, and I slipped on my shoes and left the room.
My steps lightly echoed against the side walk, as my heels clicked with each stride. It was fairly quiet on the streets tonight for a larger city, and the only lights illuminating from the lamp posts scattered about the area; throwing shadows and haunting figures that didn't exist along the walk way. I was going to make my way to the store and then my apartment, and that was my usual routine every Thursday, and would stay my schedule until my costumers once more changed themselves out like a new set of clothes.
