The large space felt cramped and it was clear to Sesshoumaru that this gathering had lost the innocence it first held. He scanned the room. Attendees, new and existing, wore an array of fetish clothing. Some were acquaintances of his. People who shared a deep interest and enjoyment of the lifestyle he lived replaced many of the innocent fresh faces. A small crowd gathered beside him, surrounding a couple who had decided to present a show.
A woman stood; hands bound above her head. Her short, lithe body relied on a small amount of black tape to protect her modesty. The black collar clasped tight around her throat, signalled to the crowd that she was owned by the male in front of her. Her owner held a small remote in his hand, sporting a proud grin as he pressed the first button. The woman held back small moans as she pulled on her restraints.
At any other time, Sesshoumaru would've enjoyed this scene the other guests performed. Yet when his eyes caught sight of the small, round face of the female that both annoyed and aroused him he grew extremely irritated. The young woman that repeatedly disobeyed him stood a mere few feet away, bewildered eyes widening as she witnessed the show..
His feet moved before his mind could process the image of her still here. He passed a few people and dealt with welcoming some, until he was behind her, leaning closely beside her ear.
"I remember telling you to leave." He said sternly, enjoying the shocked gasp she released. Slowly her head turned towards him as she held one petite hand against her chest. She looked like a deer caught in headlights as her wide eyes slowly focused all their attention on him.
"Um, y-you did but…" Worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, she averted her gaze from his intense stare.
"But?" He pressed. Irritation flared in his veins. She had ignored his order to leave. He watched her pull out her phone, tap furiously on the screen before thrusting the small device into his face.
"I couldn't get in touch with Sango… She hasn't replied to my messages, and I was worried she was in trouble." Sesshoumaru lightly pinched the bridge of his nose. He understood her worry but a fierce desire to discipline her for disregarding his authority made his whole body tense in anticipation.
"She's with my brother." He breathed, trying to release the tension.
"Your brother? Is he into all of this?" She squeaked, dramatically flailing her arms about.
He chuckled softly, "No, in fact, your worry should be for him. Your friend sounded rather interesting." He said. Her cheeks tinged red, the innocence shining through as he knew her poor mind couldn't imagine her friend in this kind of situation.
"I know she likes some things… but she'd never-" Her words stuttered, mouth hung wide open, and cheeks grew deep purple as the forgotten woman behind them moaned her release. He couldn't stop his smirk as her eyes danced around the room avoiding him.
"I'm taking you home." Her quick nod was all he needed.
He would never admit this to anyone, but after a few minutes into the silent journey; Sesshoumaru felt awkward. Being in a confined space with this woman was easier said than done. He glanced over in her direction. Her chin rested on her hand as she leant into the car door, watching the city pass by.
"Why were you in my office?" He questioned. The thought never left his mind when he couldn't find the answers himself.
"I was lost." She sighed. "I grabbed a coffee on the way to a friend's, then spilled it all over my shoes… I ran over and asked reception if I could use the restroom. The woman there was really rude." Huffing in anger, she moved to place her hands in her lap. "Then this guy said I could use the one in his office, which was strange and at first I said no, but he seemed really nice, and looked a lot like you, actually." He didn't miss the small smile on her lips or the fact that the reason she ended up in his space was because of a certain familiar male. "So, I went and when I finished, I figured he'd be back soon so I waited to thank him, but then…" She paused, a sharp inhale caused him to steal a third glance, as her cheeks again heated, her plump lip held between her teeth. He raised an eyebrow as her eyes met his own.
"There you were," he said as his hands tightened around the steering wheel, trying to ignore the heated look she gave him.
"You looked intrigued at the show tonight." He exclaimed quickly, causing her to jump. While he cursed himself for acting like a prepubescent child, he almost missed her quiet reply.
"I was just trying to find my friend." She gasped, wide eyes trained on him.
"Seeing if someone accidentally tied her up?" He replied, wanting to embarrass her further. The shade of red on her cheeks convinced him they would soon burst.
"No, idiot." She muttered, too loud for him to miss. Gripping the wheel tighter, he fought to ignore her disrespect, knowing she didn't act with intent. It was her fierce spirit that forced her to bite back.
"Just here." She pointed a slim finger at a nearby apartment complex, he pulled up and waited for her to gather her things. Getting out of the car, he walked around the back and made his way to the opposite side before he opened the door for her. Quietly, she mumbled a thank you as she clambered out, lingering near the car as he shut the door.
"Um… do you want to come in?" Her invitation had surprised him. She nervously shifted from side to side, and he couldn't help the desire to tease her.
"You'd let a pervert into your apartment?" He crossed his arms and leant against the side of his car, enjoying watching her squirm as she blushed and stammered..
"I just said that because I was angry…" Leaving a few moments of silence to enjoy her pain, he nodded and followed her up to her apartment.
The door opened into an open space which held the living room in front of them, a kitchen to the left and a small hallway beside that, leading to the bathroom and two bedrooms, he was told.
Two sofas, one adjacent to the other, sat in front of them above a large blue rug. He noted the crisp, white walls and dark, wooden flooring as he took a seat on the nearest sofa, facing a tv mounted onto the wall. To his right, a large bookcase covered the expanse of the bare wall to the front door, densely packed with books, many of which were within the genre of romance. Behind him lay a small kitchen, a row of counters extended from the side wall, blocking off the space from the living room. Kagome had offered him a drink, which he declined, waiting patiently until she sat on the adjourning sofa, staring intently at him, legs crossed, tea in hand. He noted the many pictures of Kagome and her wild friend around the apartment, personal touches here and there made the place feel homier.
"I won't attack you." He snapped, annoyed at her sudden distance.
"I know you won't." Still, she continued to stare.
"What?" He snapped again; more irritation laced in his tone.
"Why do you like it?" Her eyes never strayed from his.
"Haven't you already asked this?" He sighed, leaning back, stretching his arms across the back of the sofa. She narrowed her eyes and continued to wait for his reply, giving into her he spoke. "I like obedience, I like to control. Another person trusting me enough to control their body and pleasure. A dominant is the right term, a sadist also but I'm not going to explain it all to you." A moment of silence passed, he studied her face, slightly flushed and confused.
"You're too innocent to be interested in this." He spoke softly.
"I'm not a virgin if that's what you're insinuating." She fired her reply at him, the slightest mention of this topic from him seemed to embarrass her, something he enjoyed immensely.
"I wasn't but thank you for sharing." He smirked at her struggle to control the conversation, her fiery nature matched his own, yet he controlled everything around him, and he did it very well. Something she'd never be able to overpower.
"If I was a submissive…" He gripped the sofa tightly, blood pumping twice as fast through his veins as images and thoughts he had blocked out poisoned his mind. "What would I have to do to be punished?" He shifted, legs spread, arms resting on his knees as he stared intently at the woman before him.
"If you want a spanking, just ask." She rapidly shook her head. Rubbing his temple, trying to forget the images rotating through his mind, he replied to her question. "Failing to obey an order, not asking for permission, disrespect towards your master. Perhaps calling them an idiot might earn a few spanks." He threw the last one in just to watch her squirm
"What does it feel like?" Nervously she asked.
"To be spanked?" Slightly her head nodded.
"I'm not a submissive Kagome, so I can't say." His body burnt with tension.
"Oh." She sighed, embarrassed.
"Do you want to find out?" He whispered huskily as she shifted, her legs now pressed together, tea forgotten as her hands were resting on her lap.
"N-no." Her voice was uncertain, she had denied it many times before, but no one would ask so many questions if not intrigued.
"I think, even if you are innocent, your mind is burning with questions. Your body wishes to experience it." Her legs pressed tightly together, her breathing heavy and he knew by her response, she wanted what he was offering, but was too stubborn to admit it.
"I-I don't…"
"You don't want to be bent over my lap, my hand pulling on your hair while I spank your ass for disobeying me?"
"N-No…" She gasped, shifting uncomfortably as he knew the excitement within her was building.
"You really don't want to be punished little girl?" Her eyes slightly widened at his name calling, biting her lip as she shifted again.
"No…" Her eyes were begging him, her body clearly needed what her mind denied her. He stood, annoyed at the defiance she still held, annoyed that she denied him when it was clear for them both, she wanted it.
"I won't do it until you beg me. I take no enjoyment from forcing women and I especially don't enjoy playing the useless back and forth games." Her wide eyes followed him to the door, turning his head to see her confused and needy face her mouth slightly open yet no words escaped. Opening the door, he left and softly closed it behind him. Raking his fingers through his hair, he was frustrated at himself for believing she could ever want him, he'd probably just traumatised the woman for life.
Pulling his phone from his pocket, he dialled the first number that sprung to mind, speaking sternly as soon as the soft echoes of a woman's voice met his ears.
"My place, thirty minutes. You had better be in position when I arrive."
HUGE thank you to my beta, over on Dokuga, Harlee :)