(Wow, humm I just noiced that FF doesn't use my dashes for the change in POV, so I might type it in the future ones, but ah, no ones complained so it must not be to terrible.)
This was only the second time he'd actually walked out of the room leaving me unsatisfied and my body felt like fire. He didn't even have the kindness of heart to untie me, psht, kindness of heart, what kindness? He was a jerk and I wanted him to come back and violate me more.
Regardless of the fact he'd left me feeling like a wanton whore I still wanted more. Panting, I managed to wiggle myself into a kneeling position. By sheer fluke the fur blanket had wedged up between my legs and so lightly brushed my lips, I moaned. Oh it was heavenly. Before I registered fully what I was doing I was slowly, rhythmically grinding against the blanket, but it wasn't enough, wasn't hard enough, not enough pressure, oh I don't know, I just knew I wanted more.
Shifting again I managed to maneuver myself so my legs were on either side of one of the posts and the fur blanket between my soaking wet woman parts and the tall post. I pressed my forehead to the wood post as I rolled my hips against it. I whimpered from the sensation that shot through me at the simple action. I could hear myself, so pitiful and yet my own sounds just excited me more. Closing my eyes I envisioned Sesshoumaru behind me, his hand between my thighs, holding them spread and teasing me with those feather light touches. It had been so long I'd almost forgotten how he sets my body aflame.
I heard myself yelp followed by a moan as I hit a ridge in the post, the fur giving me just the right amount of cushion so the hard wood didn't hurt me. My breasts felt tight and in desperate need of a good squeak but without my own hands free I merely added it to my fantasy of Sesshoumaru's twisted sexual kinks, how he denies and torments me. The thoughts were driving me mad, pushing me grind faster, harder and the next thing I knew I screamed, but something covered my mouth muffling the passion filled sound.
After several moments trying to catch my breath, the hand – I'd realized what it was – had moved away. With a few blinks I looked up, cradled against Sesshoumaru's body, his gold eyes staring down at me with mischief though his face gave away nothing. I smiled, "Will you punish me, Sess?" His lip twitched the slightest, the beginning of a smile, but he held back, barely exposing one fang with the action.
Still panting and my woman parts feeling like jello; Sesshoumaru untied his sash from my wrists and pulled me into his lap. We sat in silence for a long time; we'd shifted several times and finally found a position laying side by side, his body nearly enveloped mine. I pulled open his kimono and nuzzled his bare chest, the muscles flexing and twitching involuntarily; it should be a crime to be as sexy as him and be so evil….
Then he broke the silence with a horror question: "Seyerna knows something of the Eastern Lord's death. I know you've been with her a great deal lately; do you know anything, Kagome?" He used my name and that made it ten times worse. I didn't know how to hide my scent and Seyerna was right if I even attempted it now it would be far too suspicious. Not that it mattered, even if I could hide my scent I think I'd give myself away just by being so nervous, I could already feel my throat constricting, knowing I'd stutter. "Kagome…" And the way he said my name with a growl made it a threat only tightening my throat further. I bowed my head and nuzzled his chest, trying to disappear. He grabbed my chin roughly and forced me to look up.
"Please…." I whispered. He snarled at me and then his hand was in my hair, pulling and making me tilt my head back at a painful angle. "Please Sesshoumaru, don't ask me this, anything but this. What do I have to do? What will it take? Please, I'm begging you…." He shoved me away and I barely managed to keep from falling off the other side.
"I knew she knew something and I let the bitch walk away. You will tell me, Kagome." His eyes weren't red but in my mind they might as well have been with all the anger he directed at me.
I could feel tears in my own eyes and sure enough my voice stuttered and shook as I tried to speak, "Sesshoumaru, please, I'll do whatever you want, anything. Just please, don't make me. I can't…. She's my friend. Sesshoumaru..." I squinted my eyes as I prepared to fight him; "I won't betray her, but I will offer you all I have if you'll just let this go." What would he do to me if I didn't tell him? I shivered at the thought, but for the moment he turned and stormed back out of the room. I crumbled onto the bed and held myself.
I'm unsure of the time that passed but at some point Naomi poked her head in and saw me crying on the bed. She crossed the room in no time at all and curled up behind me to hug me as tight as her petite body could; whispering I don't know what to me: reassurance, I suppose.
"Don't be sad, Kagome, you should be happy, knowing you're the only one Lord Sesshoumaru wants." I didn't know what she was talking about and at the moment I didn't care, but she persisted with her train of thoughts: "You know all those girls he used to have here? He doesn't go to them; he hasn't since that one time we walked in on them. What's even better is he got rid of them!" Confused I looked at her, "Yup, you heard right, he let them go, well not let them go, but gave them homes in outlying villages." I didn't know what to say, he only wanted me? The thought made a flutter tickle my heart, but I couldn't stop thinking about Seyerna, about Caim. What was I supposed to do? Again I felt tears on my face and Naomi's face darkened as well, realizing she couldn't appease my heart even with this new knowledge. She wiped my tears and continued to hold me, but didn't ask me what was wrong. I couldn't tell her anyway, especially since it was her Caim that was in danger.
The night was quiet, Sesshoumaru didn't return to me, Naomi went to do her chores and when the moon was high in the sky she slipped back into Sesshoumaru's chambers and crawled in next to me. Meekly I asked her why she was here.
"Lord Sesshoumaru isn't in the palace, I don't know where he went, but I wanted to see you, Kagome. I missed you." She hugged me and I hugged her back for all my worth. I missed her too. Knowing she was all alone here made my heart ache and I felt terrible; I knew what had happened to her Caim and yet I couldn't tell her. I squeezed her and cried more. We spent the night locked in our embrace. Exhausted as I was I barely slept, tossing and turning, only when Naomi finally grabbed me and held me against her with all the strength in her little arms did I finally sleep.
I woke up still exhausted to Sesshoumaru snarling, howling at Naomi to get out. When Naomi didn't move fast enough he grabbed the petite girl by all her flaming red hair and all but threw her out. I screamed and jumped up and bolted after her, only to be grabbed around the waist and thrown back on the bed. "I told you, Kagome, you're going to tell me and this is your last chance."
The breath had been knocked out of me, not from being thrown on the bed but from his arm coming in contact with my waist when I'd tried to hurl myself out the door. Now I was gasping to suck air back in, Sesshoumaru in all his patience – not that I was going to tell him anyway – crossed the room in two strides and grabbed my forearm, wasting no time in dragging me out of the room and down the hall stark naked. Somehow being naked was the least of my problems at this moment. I'd never seen Sesshoumaru this angry, why did he care about the other Lord? Demons died all the time, usually from other demons, why did killing a demon Lord mean so much!
We went down several flights of stairs, past dozens of servants but they seemed to look in horror more than that wicked laughter they had the last time he'd paraded me around naked, but this wasn't the same, this time he was furious. We reached a huge black door, he had to use a key to unlock it and once he pulled me inside, he relocked it from the inside. We continued down the stairs and as we breached the bottom floor I realized this was where it all began. The first time he'd ever tied me up and had his way with me was here. I blushed, but didn't get a chance to reminisce before he dragged me further along, deeper into the dungeons.
Each cell was enclosed via stone walls, no bars for this dungeon, but then again, I suppose you need something stronger than bars to keep a demon locked up. I was desperately trying not to panic, Sesshoumaru wouldn't hurt me, all he'd ever done was torment me beyond recognition, except for that one time he smacked me, but it's not like he even used his full strength. I continued to talk reason to myself but it wasn't calming my heart. He unlocked a door that seemed random among the dozen or so cell doors, shoving me in and following, shutting the door behind us.
The room was black and it would take a while before my eyes adjusted. "Kagome, I hate repeating myself, but I will offer you this last chance: what do you know of Lord Raidon's murder?" His voice was low and felt like ice creeping up my back.
Swallowing hard I managed to mutter a response, another plea; "I can't tell you…."
"So be it." I could barely make out his outline in the darkness but when his hand touched me it was soft not demanding or pulling or even tight enough to leave a mark. Whatever he was about to do to me, he was reluctant to do it. Turning me so my back was to his chest he held me tightly, the darkness still hadn't gone from my eyes. He hugged me for what seemed like forever, my heart had almost relaxed but then his hands took mine and pulled them over my head binding them in what I was sure were metal shackles from the cold, hard texture.
I closed my eyes; there was nothing to see here anyway and instead felt my power, his power and our auras. I watched his usually bright blue aura melt in agony. It broke my heart but what could I do? It scared me to see his aura react like that, what was about to happen?
In the next moment I knew when I could hear the crackling of his whip and my eyes flung open, the whip was practically glow in the dark. I whimpered, "Sess…" I mumbled, suddenly terrified of what he could do to me. "You don't want to do this…." And I was confident in my words after seeing his aura tremble; the feelings in his heart were undeniable.
Silence spread between us and the cold room seemed to scream before he broke it, "You've left me no choice." I tried to look over my shoulder but there was nothing to see in the darkness, his whip wasn't bright enough to light up the room, only his leg by where it laid coiled on the ground.
And then it cracked, lashing across my back like acid, I barely muffled the scream by biting my lip. I'd known Seyerna for maybe a week and yet I would endure this for her because of reasons unknown to me I wanted to protect her and I knew if something happened to her son she's break. She's already wounded, how would losing one's son affect an already tattered spirit.
Again his whip lashed across my back and my legs shook beneath me, threatening to give out. Tears were in my eyes, but there was nothing to see, nothing to say. I cried softly and between my disjointed sobs I heard his breathing, broken and ragged as he raised his whip and struck me again.
"How dare you…." I whispered, proud at the level of confidence that was laced into the sobs. "I trusted you, you know…. And yet, you would make me choose a friend or you…." I heard Sesshoumaru's voice catch and felt his aura seemed to go stagnant, not moving. Then it went pitch black again as his whip vanished. His arms wrapped around my waist and his kissed the back of my neck.
"Seyerna chose her fate. I do not punish you for protecting her, but for defying me." His hands stroked my stomach and between my breasts but the action didn't seem intentionally sexual, instead it was my own body that was tingling from the pain in my back, the welts I knew were there, betraying me and making me want to moan at the touch of his hands stroking me.
"They are two in the same…." I managed a response, but he growled at me, however the sound didn't come from his heart, it was weak.
His hand reached between my legs and at that moment I did moan as his fingers rubbed hard enough to spread my lips and stroke my clit. I shivered and tried not to want it, tried not to make a sound, but I knew my own labored breathing was giving me away.
"You will tell me, and I will use whatever means possible to find out." Then I did look back and he kissed my cheek.
"Just tell me one thing…" I didn't know his expression but I took the silence as incentive to continue; "What difference does it make? Demons kill each other every day…."
Again I was met with silence, then a deep breath; "Demons like to pretend there is a government in place. If Seyerna is involved in this somehow she can be killed for not speaking up should she ever get caught. What's more, merely by knowing, Kagome, your life is in danger. Surely, Seyerna has told you that demons can smell lies." I nodded; still I didn't see how any of this directly affected him. He did not disappoint me, "If they were to discover that you - having been with me - knew something and I didn't know, being that I am a Lord, the demon council will not just ruin me, they will kill me and any that follow me and dare oppose them. They will destroy the western domain and all that that entitles." I remained silent, I understood, I did, but it was too abstract I suppose; the concept of an entire nation being destroyed versus one mother's son. It was strange but I still wouldn't tell him.
He sighed and it may have been the first legitimate sigh I've ever heard from him. He backed up and his whip formed again, suddenly eager for the pain of the next strike, if not just to defy him, then to make him crumble knowing he didn't want to actually hurt me. I would win this one.
The forth strike came and I arched away from it, but the reaction my body offered was unexpected, already tingling and the remembrance of his fingers dancing between my thighs sent a shiver and a thrill through me. He struck me again before the wave of desire had fully worn off, the strike reigniting my passion. I gnawed my lip till I tasted blood, struggling not to moan or cry out, which was more likely I wasn't sure, but neither did I want to admit too.
At seven I lost count, my mind was a haze and my back felt like fire. The next strike never came, the glow from his whip disappeared and after several long moments I heard the heavy door open and then slam shut. I resisted a grin at my victory; of course, I'd hurt tomorrow, but right now I wanted something else, something wicked and delicious.
Several minutes past in silence before the door was pulled open so slowly I'd grown impatient by the time Naomi got in. She gasped and instantly went to my bindings. "Kagome! Oh what could you have possibly done to upset him like this!" She caught me from falling but my weight just pulled her down and we both ended up on the floor. "Come on, I have to get you upstairs so I can tend to these." She didn't touch it but I could feel her hand hovering over one of the welts, she felt cold in comparison to the heat radiating from them.
She unfolded a kimono that had already been mostly unfolded from being thrown across the room after her initial shock at seeing me; I wondered what I must look like. However the moment the fabric touched my back I hissed and she pulled it away. "I'll walk without it," even knowing that meant I'd be walking naked I couldn't bring myself to care as the pain from my beating really started to weigh down on me.
I walked back to Sesshoumaru's chambers naked, though I'd tied the kimono around my waist to at least cover that part of me. The servants did not look at me in desire, or disgust, some of them looked almost proud, others seemed to chuckle. I didn't let them bother me, too many other thoughts were racing through my mind.
Naomi was crying but I felt a sense of pride, if Sesshoumaru wanted to fight, I would not be controlled by desire or pain. I would protect my friends at all costs. She laid cold rags across my back and I couldn't resist the groan, it felt delightful. However, as I lay under Naomi's watchful eye I realized something obvious, though it was new to me still: I'd healed my own ribs, I could surely heal these measly welts! Why suffer? Sesshoumaru would be the fool this time, not me.
I asked Naomi to remain completely silent and should Sesshoumaru come in to distract him as long as she could as I knew this task could take hours. She obeyed and managed to keep her curiosities quiet.
Slowly I focused my power, sucking it out of its hole, only as I attempted this did I realize how much more difficult it was to focus through the haze of pain. Strange, the ribs had been more painful, but only really when I moved too much, that and I was sure Seyerna had done something to lessen the pain. Without her this would be a bit trickier. I could no longer use my affection for Sesshoumaru as a means to relax myself I was too pissed off at him I realized. So I thought of my mother, that poor woman, I hadn't seen her in weeks, she must be worried sick, but I flushed the thought and instead focused on my childhood: happiness, carefree, all the joys in the world packaged in one smiling face. Then I thought of Rin's toothy smile and grinned myself, then to Shippo; children were amazing, so happy all the time, I miss being a child when everything was so simple.
Releasing the tension from my body I could feel myself rising above, my power twisting around me like a white ocean. I coddled the great expanse of power, coaxing it to wrap around me like a blanket. Knowing such activities would quickly tire me I moved on and took a small portion of my power and repeated what I knew healing magic to look like. Fluffing up the magic I laid it across my back, watching as I saw it sink into my skin, how it cooled the aching burns, rubbing the welts as if fingers of ice were cooling them, massaging them out of my skin. I purred, but something wasn't right, something was distracting me, I couldn't resist: I opened my eyes.
Sesshoumaru was staring down at me, Naomi was on the floor across the way and it was black outside. His eyes were molten amber, curiosity was in his aura, amazement as well I realized. Still partly transcended his aura seemed so much more tangible in this magical vision.
I shifted to look at Naomi directly, "Did he hurt you?" Mutely she shook her head no and then I looked back to him. "What will you do to me now, my Lord? Shall you whip me further? Or maybe you've something more vicious in mind?" Even I could hear the malicious tone to my voice, words that sounded like they'd be more appropriate coming from Seyerna's mouth than mine, but my heart mimicked it. I was furious at him.
Sesshoumaru didn't respond, just turned and walked out. Good, cause I was done being the obedient girl.