"You... I told you to never come near me again." She whispered furiously. His sadistic side took pleasure in her unsettled and bewildered state.
"I arrived here before you..." Peering down, he read her name scribbled on a sticker that matched his own. "Kagome."
She choked, forgetting her name displayed on her breast for all to see. Her expression betrayed her, defeated at leaving a valuable piece of information out in the open for him.
"Whatever, Sesshomaru." Challenge rang in her reply. Her pale, pink lips slanted into a smirk as she read his name fixed to his chest.
"Should I assume you are here to pick out a pretty new collar? Two weeks after you flew out of my office, crying over nothing." He sneered, hands clenched tight at his sides.
"Nothing?" Came her astounded response.
"I didn't touch you, did I?" He retorted.
She poked him in the chest and said, "You forced me-"
"I don't force women." He snapped at her before she could finish her accusation but she foolishly continued.
"You're an old pervert, you probably had a camera hidden in there." She crossed her arms and glared at him. Her personality reminded him of a stubborn child.
Sesshomaru scoffed. "A crying girl? It's hardly exciting porn." He enjoyed disturbing the woman before him, watching her cheeks blush a striking shade of crimson.
"You bastard!" His large hand encircled her narrow wrist, her hand suspended near the smooth skin of his cheek. Still gripping her arm, he stepped closer, inches from her face. Kagome's cheeks refused to calm from their deep red hue as she turned her face away from him, unable to stay so close.
"Are you begging for your punishment now, little girl?" He seethed at her public display of disobedience. He yearned to punish the woman before him, yet the knowledge that she'd never allow him control was a bitter pain that burnt his chest. Her head shook back and forth as she tried to pry his hand away, relief flooded her features when he released her. After a few moments of silence between the pair, she whispered.
"My friend bought me here..." Scanning the room, Sesshoumaru found his brother and the girl's aforementioned friend still in the same place they were earlier. Too close for simple friends, as the woman twirled her hair and flirted with his brother. Returning his attention to the flustered girl before him confirmed she wasn't here voluntarily, regardless of the interest she'd revealed a few minutes earlier.
"You didn't realize what you were walking into?" She shook her head, looking down and fidgeting restlessly.
"I wouldn't have come if I realised, Sango knew that..." His mind felt rejection from this woman's innocence, how it was never intentional for her to be here, just a mistake for her to have trusted a friend. Quite like his current situation with his brother, however, Sesshoumaru knew about the lifestyle that currently surrounded them.
"You... you're into all this?" Two delicate hands fluttered before him as she gestured around the room, her eyes now focused on him.
"I enjoy it, yes."
"You enjoy hurting women?" Clenching his jaw tight, he ignored the slight upset in her tone and answered her seriously.
"That's how it's always represented, the stigma of this lifestyle. Pain is involved, but it's always consensual."
"Women beg you for it..." Wide eyes stared into his own, seeing the pieces fit together in her mind as she recalled his words from their first encounter.
"Yes." He slightly nodded, observing as her face took on a curious expression. She turned and walked over towards the display of ropes she had examined earlier, fingering the knots, trying to be discreet in testing their strength. Biting her lip, he noticed, seemed to be a habit of hers as she glanced up at him.
"Do you tie women up?" She queried.
"Occasionally."
"With rope?" Her eyes were gleaming.
"Not always." She gave a curt nod, but he knew more questions were there. He followed her to another display, the small objects perplexed her, brows pinched together as she picked one up, squeezing the two ends together.
"Are these tweezers? What would you use these for?" She said more so to herself than anyone else, yet he plucked the item from her hand and asked her to hold out a finger. She did so instantly, allowing him to pinch the ends together, keeping her finger in their hold.
"What are they?" This time she questioned him openly, wincing when he abruptly pulled the small toy off her finger, the soft skin slightly red.
"Nipple clamps." She nursed her finger rather dramatically as heat sparked in her eyes wondering how it would feel when used properly. A perplexed expression crossed her face when she spoke next.
"I don't know how anybody could like all this, it's scary..." The girl was an awful liar and while her innocence humoured him at first, he now found it to be irritating.
"You don't start with whips and rope Kagome." His annoyance increased.
"Then how?"
"You start slow, then build up to more intense play. You talk about every step before taking it. Some people enjoy contracts, to lay out hard and soft limits, others don't rely on paper. It's all about trust and communication." She nodded her head. He knew she was just acting as if she understood him, but he said no more.
"Are you going to whip me?" He froze, his mind already producing a picture of what could've been. He scowled at the woman before him, annoyed at how she assumed he would force her into something so intimate.
"No, I'm not." Nostrils flared with anger, his mind comparing this moment to the first they shared. Her innocence was suffocating him, infuriating him further. He'd be a liar if he denied his desire to control her. When he first tried searching for the girl, he did not know why he felt the need to find her. Seeing her here at first, thinking she desired to enter his lifestyle thrilled him. Now he saw her as a danger, she didn't belong here and didn't belong with him.
"I-I didn't mean..."
"It's fine."
"But you like-"
"Submission, obedience, yes. Does that make me a demon? Am I just a man who beats women in your eyes?" Her head moved again, side to side, faintly.
"I don't think you're a demon, no. You enjoy what you do." A slight smile adorned her lips.
An enigma indeed, full of fire but so easily pressed into submission. He detested her defiance. She annoyed him with her challenge, disobedience, and insults to his person. Never would he accept this treatment from anyone else, including his brother. Yet he answered all her questions, threatened her with punishment he knew he couldn't fulfil. He did not understand how Kagome, the blue-eyed bird before him, could make him act so unlike himself after only two brief meetings.
The atmosphere quickly changed. He sensed a more playful mood emitting from the attendees surrounding them. He knew the reason for this gathering; that would not be good for her. He was always so uninvolved with careless people who freely made mistakes. She made a mistake in coming here, but he wanted to save her.
"Tell your friend you have to leave, you don't belong here." He ignored her struggles and questions as he led her toward the exit Leaving her there, trusting she possessed enough sense to listen to him and go. Pulling his phone out of his back pocket, a message from his brother appeared.
'Sorry brother, caught myself the freaky redhead. Duty calls and all that. Remember, think with your dick and not your heart ;)'. Sesshoumaru clenched his jaw, muscles protesting under the pressure.
His brother was going to pay dearly for this.
HUGE thank you to my beta over on Dokuga, Harlee.