Day soon turned to night and even through the many hours that passed, Kagome's face never left his mind. The way her wide eyes followed him as he left, her parted lips made way for shallow breaths as his words took root in her mind. Her expression wasn't one of fear or embarrassment this time. He knew from experience, it was lust that glazed her eyes, flushed her cheeks. Innocent in mind but curious at heart. Kagome wasn't a part of his world, theoretically off limits, but something deep inside him called for her. He felt it the moment he saw her.

Standing in front of her front door, Sesshoumaru waited patiently, having knocked a few moments earlier and receiving no reply. As he raised his hand a second time, the door swung open, to reveal a sight he thought only his dreams could produce. Kagome stood in front of him, wearing a dazzling smile and next to nothing else. He stifled a groan as his eyes wondered over her attire.

Black leather captured his attention, then his eyes travelled down to the vision of her bare legs. Dressed in shorts so small he'd have thought she wore a thong and a top so tight he could see clearly every curve of her, she beamed at him, even had the nerve to turn and show him the entirety of what she wore. Nearly had him on his knees at how her shorts clung so tightly to her behind. It took a moment to regain his composure, another moment to readjust his trousers before she turned to face him.

"Are you ok?" Breaking the silence, her quiet voice filled his ears. It was then he realised he had yet to speak, always a man to voice his opinions, and this woman had struck him silent.

"Go and change." The sound of his voice, so husky with need, was alien to him. She was frozen at first but then her concern morphed into embarrassment and Kagome scurried away without another word, offering him another view that had now burned itself into his mind.

After a minute of filling his mind with repulsive images, he talked himself down from attacking the woman, finally, he could breathe. He straightened himself and made his way through the doorway, closing it behind him. Again, he took in her apartment, appreciated the small touches before he heard a snort, and focused his eyes on a woman lounging on the sofa opposite where he stood.

"So you're the infamous Sesshoumaru…" She smirked, raking her eyes over him. He knew that look, had seen it many times before a woman threw herself at him. He found it distasteful.

"In the flesh." He responded. Tone flat and devoid of any emotion. He moved and sat on the second sofa, far from Kagome's friend, Sango. He checked his watch, turning to look around, searching for Kagome.

"She's not like us…" The woman said. She moved across the small space, to now sit beside him, facing him as she leant a little too close for his liking, making an effort to entice him as she twirled her fiery hair around one finger.

"There's an us?" Crossing his arms, he sent a glare her way. Rather than deterring her, excitement flashed behind her eyes, he could see the emotion so clearly as she bit her lip.

"The kinky lifestyle. She wishes for the flowers and romance, mention a vibrator and she runs." He knew she was innocent and had had many arguments with himself over it, but hearing it from another unsettled him. Kagome was an enigma, at times, she embodied the definition of innocence, but he could see by her actions there was a small chance. seeing her dressed in a scrap of leather moments earlier, how her inquisitive mind questioned him last night, some part, deep inside himself, told him there was a small chance.

"I'm aware." He bit out. Sango's smile widened. He didn't like this woman.

"So you're taking her to a sex party? To what? Enlighten her to this world?" She chuckled, the sound turning his body ridgid.

"She's going as a… friend." He felt repulsed by that word as he spoke it, far from what he craved and the woman in front of him seemed to know it too as her dark eyes narrowed.

"You don't strike me as the friend type…" She drawled, prodding her finger into his chest before dragging the digit up and down, eyes following the motion. "A dominant. Probably a sadist too…" Internally, he was plotting ways to get this woman away from him, but as much as hated her, this was Kagome's friend, if he hurt her, he'd hurt Kagome and that thought didn't sit right with him. Well, the negative way of hurting her.

"You don't know who I am." He growled out, patience wearing dangerously thin.

"I know what you want from my innocent friend. Not gonna happen…" Her finger trailed lower, down his stomach, to his thigh where she then placed her hand, squeezing as her body shuffled closer towards him. "I could be what you want." She whispered, eyes staring into his own, face so close he could smell her sharp, minty breath. He grinned, placing his hand behind her head, waiting for her eyes to close before tightening his hold, pulling with force as her head snapped back causing her to moan in pain.

"You have nothing I want." He whispered back, felt her try to pull away, heard her gasp as he pulled again, trying to get his point firmly across to Kagome's delusional friend.

A door opened and he released his hold on the red-head, and leaned back against the sofa. He turned his head and his eyes widened as Kagome came into view. Her hair was loose, she had chosen a white summer dress paired with white flats. Kagome's gaze drifted between him and Sango, no doubt noticing that her friend had been on the opposite sofa before she went to change. Plastering a smile on her face she moved towards the door, grabbed her purse and long jacket, and asked if he was ready to go.

He nodded.

The journey to the party was silent. He had chosen to have a driver escort them, assuming the journey would be full of Kagome's questions. He'd be a liar if he didn't admit to wanting to hear her voice and involve himself in conversation with her. If he knew it would be this way, he'd have driven himself. The car pulled to a stop and he heard a small gasp..

"Are you ok?" Leaning towards her, his arm stretched outward, yet as the tips of his fingers brushed against her shoulder, she turned to glare at him.

"Just fine." Pushing the words out, she opened the door and left without him. Already in a frenzy over the outfit she had greeted him in, Sesshoumaru knew, if she wanted to play the game of ignorance, even after his warning, he'd take great pleasure in her punishment.

Exiting the car, he made his way towards her, grabbing onto her elbow just as they entered the crowded home. A grand staircase sat before them, marble floors, high ceilings from which a large chandelier hung, the typical decor for a mansion worth millions. Kagome was in awe as she looked around, he watched her take in the expensive furnishings before her eyes settled on the gathering before them.

Attendees dressed in an array of fetish clothing. A lot of latex and leather, masks and gags, collars, leads, rope… the list could go on. Sesshoumaru wasn't new to any of this, yet his counterpart for the night had cheeks the shade of cherries. Sweet but oh, so innocent.

"Sesshoumaru! My good friend!" Naraku greeted him, shaking his hand as he patted his shoulder. Surprisingly to him, Kagome grabbed onto his other hand, slightly shielding herself behind him as Naraku's scarlett eyes leered over her. "Oh? A new pet? Kagura isn't of use anymore?" Sesshoumaru sneered at his friend's grin. Naraku loved to torment, never would he jeopardize their friendship, but he took pleasure in creating drama. A sadist to the bone.

"We were never together." Clenching his jaw at Naraku's wide grin, he pulled Kagome further behind himself.

"Oh, so harsh! Everyone knows she was smitten." Naraku turned his eyes to Kagome as she peered from behind his back. "But even I must admit, I like your new pet more…" Sending a wink her way, Naraku pulled his gaze back towards him. "Is she available to play later?" Sesshoumaru tightened his grip on Kagome, heard her whimper as she pulled against his hold.

"Don't push it." Sesshoumaru glared at his friend, warning him to stay away from what was his.

"Well I must get back to hosting. I hope to see you both later." Sesshoumaru released a breath as he watched Naraku's retreating form, before turning his attention back towards Kagome.

"Okay?" She looked up at him, quickly masking her face in a scowl.

"Fine." Pulling her hand out of his grasp, she moved over towards the elaborate display of foods and beverages. Gasping as she came across a woman, laying across one table, naked, relying on a small amount of food to keep her modest, although by how some people gathered around the display, she wouldn't be covered for long. Deciding on embarrassing her, Sesshoumaru plucked the sushi roll that covered one of the woman's nipple's and held it in front of Kagome's open mouth.

"Eat." She pressed her lips together tightly. "It won't kill you." He snapped, pressing the food against her mouth. She pulled back slightly, turning her head to look into his eyes.

"It was on a naked woman." She spoke quietly. People around tried to watch the couple discreetly, but Sesshoumaru could feel every single pair of eyes on them. He pressed the food against her lips again, as his other hand lightly held the back of her neck.

"You fail to remember my promise." It didn't occur to him that his words would threaten her but as the lines appeared on her brow, he realised that's just how she had interpreted them. In some way, he was threatening her, but not with violence. She didn't realise that here, he wasn't the same man.

Over the next hour, Sesshoumaru took the time to talk to a few acquaintances. Kagome followed behind him, speaking when spoken to, otherwise, she remained quiet. This, for some reason, annoyed him. He glanced around the room, taking in faces old and new but then he saw her.

Kagura, with narrowed red eyes stared directly at him before they moved to his right, straight at Kagome. Kagura's face flushed as she turned and left his sight. Glancing down at the small woman beside him, Sesshoumaru smiled, Kagome for some reason was angry at him, but that didn't take away from her beauty.

"You look beautiful." Her shoulders raised as her head spun to face him. Having not directly spoken to each other over the last hour, she froze for a moment before replying.

"Thanks." she said.

"Are you uncomfortable?" He questioned her, slightly irritated at her lack of conversation.

"No." One word again.

"Then why are you pretending to be mute? Usually you can't keep your mouth shut." She frowned and stared up at him with watery blue eyes. He had hurt her.

"You know what? Fuck you." Kagome turned and started to walk away from him. His anger now overtook any other emotion he could feel, having warned her about treating him with disrespect, feeling the multiple pairs of eyes on him, he knew he couldn't hold back this time. Following her, he caught her arm just as she reached the front door and pulled roughly. She tumbled back into his arms. Keeping one hand firmly on her arm, his other held onto the nape of her neck.

"What is your fucking problem?" He seethed. Her face was so close, he saw her lips tremble before she spoke.

"You are." She struggled against his hold.

"Because?"

"You're a jerk!" Her raised voice caught the attention of others surrounding them.

"Would you like to rephrase that?" He was holding out on immediate punishment. By now, any other woman who spoke this way towards him would be experiencing his punishments, pleading for mercy.

"No! You always act so hot and cold towards me... I play games? Look at yourself! Sweet talking me, then trying to fuck my best friend? You're such an asshole!" Everyone around them now acted as an audience to their fight. Kagome didn't care for discretion as she screamed insults at him.

"Apologise. Now." He offered her a final chance for him to excuse her disobedience. Of course, in her enraged state, she chose to ignore him.

"After we're done here don't ever come near me again! I mean it this time." Kagome seethed. A menacing look crossed her face as she tried her hardest to pull out of his hold. Sesshoumaru retaliated and kept his grip firm, and her unoccupied hand flew, faster than he could see, and met his cheek with a resounding crack.

Sesshoumaru, only once before, had let his feelings speak for him. Always one to remain calm and collected, keep his control over things. Right now, he couldn't do that. Right now, he was shaking with rage. Kagome's wide eyes told him she knew he wasn't in control of himself too.

"I warned you."

A HUGE thank you to my Beta Harlee over on Dokuga :)

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