Disclaimer: I do not own Rumiko Takahashi's Inuyasha
Chapter Two
If your parents were anything like mine growing up, you would have spent a good hour or two every Sunday afternoon watching skilled predators hone in on unsuspecting innocent preys on Discovery Channel.
Now, before your brain buzzes into ridiculous conclusions about what type of sensible parents would allow their children to watch such violent films, in my parents' defense, they were zoologists - or maybe zookeepers. I'm not too sure. It's been such a long time since I've seen them that the exact job description slowly became muddled a little bit more as the years passed by.
They have always told my little brother, Souta and I that if we paid enough attention from our weekly family get-togethers, we would learn valuable life lessons and survival skills.
Even though I wasn't into the family business like Souta was, this time, I took my parents' words to heart. As a result, by the time I reached the young age of seven, I've come to realize that just like the gazelles or elephants being torn and ripped to pieces on my television screen, the slow and/or weak humans would also share the same fate as the carcasses of those poor animals.
And that is the reason why I pushed the gorgeous stranger away from me - despite his gifted tongue and magical fingers.
Grudgingly, I realized a second too late that I have underestimated his strength because he didn't even budge from my sudden assault. In fact, I was the one who ended up pushing myself back, causing my bottom to slide off the stool and almost falling flat on my ass. Almost. His inhumanly fast reflexes had caught me before I could.
I gulped feeling the wetness between my legs trickle down my inner thighs. I bit my lips and demanded my body to breath normally. I shut my eyes tight. From the way our legs tangled with each other, I was almost positive he could feel my arousal as well. My face reddened, praying it wasn't enough to seep through his pants.
"Clumsy." He murmured to himself, looking deep in thought before he met my questioning eyes and gave a deep chuckle.
It was the perfect melody my ears had ever gotten the privileged to hear.
I would have swooned, begged and pleaded him to take me then and there if it wasn't for the words that came tumbling smoothly out his luscious lips soon after.
I automatically targeted the featured culprit. Locking in on it like a starved African leopard cub preying on a full grown zebra. My throat felt like the Sahara desert, my lips completely parched from the want I felt for him. I moistened my lips and chastised myself, hating my deprived libido.
"Unlike you." He added, effectively snapping me out of my thoughts, but also hypocritically drowning my mind in another round of senseless ramblings.
'Unlike you.' Me? Unlike me to be clumsy? Each word weighed heavily on my shoulders. How did he know what I was like?
My eyes widened. His confidence. The sureness of his words. It could only mean one thing.
My 3rd grade health teacher's hysteric chants rang loudly inside my head: 'Stranger danger! Stranger danger!'
Followed by my paranoid childhood friend's sing-song voice: 'Stalker alert.'
Even my own thoughts joined in on the messed up cheers: He's a serial fucking killer!
I met his patient gaze. Mine a venomous glare, while his held affection. I pushed away from his warm embrace, ignoring the disgusting flutter of my heart and forced myself to focus on the uncomfortable wrenching and grinding happening at the pit of my stomach.
The palms of my hands became clammy and I could feel beads of sweat breaking out on my forehead upon realizing the lack of fear I had towards this unknown man. Even with all the warning signs, the amount of trust and comfort I felt with him scared me shitless - way more than the thought of all the harm he could do to me did.
It's probably because you've dated a stalker before. My mind reasoned. With how strangely I was acting today, I wouldn't be phased even if he said he came from the stars. At this point, I would have believed any theories as long as it gave me an answer to my odd behaviour - no matter how wrong or ridiculous.
"How long have you been-" Watching me. My mind finished.
I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed heavily. I couldn't even get myself to finish the sentence because as twisted as it sounded, I wanted to hear him say he's been watching me for years. And to add to my decreasing sanity, I do confess to feeling flattered when I heard him say he finally found me.
When I turned around to face him again and mustered up enough courage to finish my question, he cut me off and brazenly said, "Too long."
I wrapped my arms around my body to prevent another round of arousal from circulating my body again.
Yeah, you're fucking dirty. My mind spat.
"Come here." He said expectantly. His eyes clouding with lust.
I took a few steps towards him, completely subservient to his commands.
"Closer." If it was possible, his use of limited words mixed with his domineering voice turned me on even more. My core anticipating his touch.
He brought up a hand in front of me, his every move responding to mine - only moving when I moved. I don't even know how long I stared at his hand before I finally took it.
Seeing how I was reacting positively to his words, he pulled me to him, his lust evident in the huge bulge I felt pushing on my flat stomach.
He stared deeply into my chocolate orbs, mirroring my want and wonderment. So they were golden! I concluded, a small smile slyly gracing my lips.
"Kiss me." He breathed, his hot breath tickling my cheeks.
I did.
He let me kiss and lick his lips, but he didn't let me in. Instead, he took charge again and advanced to a wet, open mouthed kiss before his tongue aggressively entered. Once inside, he slowed his pace and gently massaged the insides of my mouth, savouring the taste, causing me to moan. His fingers played with my hair and gently pulled my ponytail off.
"Be-" He murmured in between kisses, pulling away to place soft kisses on my neck. His teeth grazed along the skin of my collar bone, stopping to give a soft peck at the hollow spot above my sternum.
His hands left my waist and slid them up the sides of my body, my top following along its path. He blatantly stared at my breasts, then looked into my eyes - as if asking for permission.
I arched my back in answer, giving him full access to my erect peaks, which he received with an appreciative grunt.
I cried out in pure ecstasy, raking my hands on his thick hair, pushing him closer - wanting him to take as much of me as possible. I bit my lips, "Mmm - what?" I asked when I realized I hadn't caught his last words.
He gently circled my nipples, my breath becoming nothing more than short, ragged breaths. A surprised gasp escaped my throat feeling his teeth nip at the swollen bud then licking - flicking in an irritatingly slow pace. I whimpered, my body squirming in delight.
"Again. Be. Mine." He repeated, groaning. He grabbed my ass with both hands and squeezed.
Yes!
And that, ladies and gentlemen, was how I left the earth.
Crap. Second orgasm in one night. Can I get a round of applause please? For the fastest woman to ever reach orgasm - twice. Or better yet, nominate him for a Nobel Prize; he was a freaking genius.
"Kagome?" He doesn't look as patient anymore.
I snapped out of my high and landed back on earth. Face first. Hard.
Was I really about to say I was owned by a complete stranger? I froze and loosened my hold on his soft hair.
I was throwing myself at him like a shameless slut. I was unquestionably obeying his commands just so I could climax again, like a whore.
Like some bitch, I mentally cackled. I shook my head in disbelief, creating distance between us again. "I think that's enough. Get out."
Before he could get a word in, I successfully pushed him out of the bakery and locked the doors.
"What are you doing?" He questioned, interrupting my frantic escape.
"Leaving." I inserted the key into the driver's side, opened it then faced him. "It would be wise for you to do the same."
"What is wise my dear, is not to leave a man hanging." I gasped suddenly feeling him behind me. How the hell did he get there so fast? "My appetite has yet to be sated." I moaned as he pushed his obvious arousal on my back.
I felt his hand on my chest - teasing my nipples with an innocent nudge before going down to my stomach and cupping the V in between my legs. I muffled a moan, leaning both hands on my car for support as his touch intensified and rubbed the bundle of nerves through my soaking wet panties. "Stop." I moaned in protest, but I found my ass getting closer and closer to his front. It would be later on when I find out that my protests were not to cease his ministrations but my patience running out, begging him to rip my thong and fuck me already.
As if reading my mind, he shoved the small fabric to the side.
I moaned in excitement. I could feel his hot breath in my ears, his fingers down below going in between my wet lips. His fingers ever so slowly trailing up my nub and down my pulsing opening, going only as far as the tight entrance before slowly going back up again. Then up. Down. Up once more. Each time he reached the ends, I gasped and quivered. It went on until I couldn't think and all I could feel was his teasing hands on my pool of desire. I could feel my third orgasm coming and almost cried out in anticipation but then he stopped.
Wanting my release, I moved my hips, hoping he'll get it and continue.
"You're insatiable." He whispered, making me shiver and embarrassingly produce more of my juices down there. Giving my nub one last soft flick, he pulled away. I whimpered from the loss. "Now we're even."
I couldn't help but scoff, my eyes almost tearing up like a brat because I didn't get what I wanted.
"Jerk." I whispered, hastily going inside my car and driving away.
How could he be so heartless as to purposely bring a woman to the brink of her orgasm only to intentionally stop before she gets it?
Once I was far enough, I checked the rear view mirror, half-expecting him to be following close behind.
Fuck. I really was twisted.
"Where have you been? We're short on staff and people have been marching in and out since the morning rush and I don't see it settling anytime soon." My childhood friend and business partner, Eri rambled.
I guiltily chewed on the insides of my cheek, feeling like a 6-year-old who's just been scolded by her parents.
As soon as I got home last night, I immediately crashed on my comfortable twin-sized bed. One would have thought that sleeping that late would have tired me out, but I actually felt the opposite. I felt refreshed. In fact, I enjoyed it so much that by the time I woke up, it was already brunch.
Wanting to avoid the memories of the mysterious man from resurfacing, I hastily got ready for work. But each time I scrubbed and washed the spots he touched, I felt him. Even when I looked in the mirror, the purplish-pink love bites all over my neck and chest demanded that I remember my shameless actions from last night.
"All special orders were taken care of except for one who refuses to talk to anyone but you because she wants your personal touch in the design." Eri's voice caught my attention again.
I cleared my throat, my cheeks turning bright pink. I had never zoned out at work before. "Give me the phone number."
"Right away, boss." She mocked, handing me a piece of paper with the number written messily on it.
We shared knowing grins. We both knew that I handled the products while she distributed them. I was a people person to some extent, but I was nowhere near as peppy as Eri and her little army was.
"Thanks, now go back out there and make sure everything's running smoothly." I commanded jokingly.
She saluted and winked, "Always so bossy."
I playfully glared at her retreating back.
"Not last night I wasn't." I murmured to myself, taking the hand phone and dialing the number.
"Yes ma'am, we can certainly make that arrangement." I wrote the specifics down and cleared my throat. "So you want 325 cupcakes and a 4 tiered cake. All red velvet with cream cheese icing. And sorry, when do you want them all by?"
I took a pause and listened to her answer.
"Uh-huh. Thank you so much Ms. Okina. I'll forward an email containing some of the possible designs I had in mind - say sometime today or tomorrow?" She agreed. "Perfect! Also, on the day of the party I will have them delivered 2 hours in advance so I have time to finish decorating them. Yup, uh-huh. I will see you next Monday. Once again, congratulations on the company's success and thank you for choosing Sinful Cravings Bakery."
I laughed awkwardly hearing her complimentary remarks before bidding goodbye, hanging up and joining two other bakers.
The rest of the day consisted of mixing, baking, running back and forth to satisfy the heavy flow of hungry customers and also helping out in the front.
It was already afternoon when things finally quieted down, leaving only 3 employees for the night-shift and a few regulars popping in and out.
"I hate to say this because it could be bad karma for the bakery but- " Eri sighed, putting her coat on.
"Then don't say it!" Ayumi, another one of my childhood and very superstitous friend hastily interrupted while I sat on the stool I was pleasured in just last night. I placed my arms on the tall, circular table and almost drooled over my first meal of the day, cream cheese on a fresh-out-of-the-oven plain white bagel. Then again, it could have been a bowl of rice and I still would have ravaged it.
"But I prefer the quiet atmosphere over-"
"For the love of god, Eri. It doesn't matter, you're off." She warned.
I giggled at their exchange.
Ayumi had always had this theory that when one of the staffs comment on the quietness of the store, soon after customers would always swarm the place like flies. I never believed her, but the squeals and multiple chatters happening outside the bakery was enough to make me a believer.
"Now you've done it." She hissed.
"Don't be a lazy ass, I just helped us receive our Christmas bonuses early." Eri patted her in the back, which earned her death glare.
"You're not the one in charge of finances." She hissed as Eri arrongantly walked out the door.
I sighed, getting up and heading to the counter, a little disappointed I didn't get to touch my food.
"It looks like another rush guys - " We heard Ayumi dejectedly say, but after a few minutes of waiting, no one came in.
I decided to peek outside. What could all the commotion be about?
I gasped. Just like last night, a beautiful man was standing outside the store. But unlike last night, this man had midnight dark hair, was a little bigger in built and was surrounded by excited young women.
"The hell?" I whispered, clutching the sides of the door.
"Kagome?" He asked, gently pulling himself out of the horny crowd.
"You?" I answered, quirking a brow.
"My master requests for your presence this evening." He turned around and opened the back door of the slick black limo.
"Depends on who your master is." I said defensively. For all I knew, one of my gangster exes paid this guy to get rid of me.
"Mr. Takahashi." He simply said.
"I don't know a Mr. Takahashi." I retorted, crossing my arms over my chest. "And if he really wanted my presence, he should have been here asking me himself."
"Please madame. Mr. Takahashi does not like to be kept waiting."
"It's Kagome. And I refuse." I studied the man. He was huge, but didn't look like he would force me to come, so I continued. "I know you're just doing your job so please tell him that I do have a life and I will not drop everything just because he wanted a date." He nods, closing the door. "Also, a butler in an expensive suit driving a fancy-ass limo? Please. If he was trying to impress me, tell him to try again." The man gulped nervously and bobbed his head up and down hesitantly, probably wondering how he'll tell his boss I thought he was an arrogant, spoiled prick.
"Who was that?" Yuka asked, wriggling her eyebrows.
"I don't know. I thought it was one of my exes, but I don't remember ever dating a Takahashi."
"Stalker alert." She murmured, going in the back to get some more pastries.
I felt my body go light, remembering the man from last night. What was his name again?
Inuyasha. My mind chirped.
"Could be." I said softly, my voice sounding a little too hopeful.
A/N: Thank you everyone for your time, encouragements, thoughts and/or corrections. I appreciate every single one! Also, if you didn't already notice, I changed and revised the previous chapter and summary just a teeny tiny little bit. Thank you - you know who you are!
