Does anyone read this story anymore? I am honestly so sorry, I'm not into this website as much as I use to be. I'm on wattpad now, but I don't do Inuyasha stories there. But this story is going to be finished so help me lmao

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Kagome had found herself becoming submissive and complacent after the merciless punishment in the Castigo room. It was a means of survival and quite frankly her mouth had gotten her ass in situations she couldn't get herself out of.

Inuyasha had tried to constantly poke and prode her into conversation. She would give him a few monosyllabic words to satisfy him and then proceed to stare off blankly. It wasn't that he necessarily liked punishing her. No, punishment was never without love. She had of a way of bringing on unneeded situations upon herself.

They were sat at his dining room table as she picked at her food. Inuyasha ate his steak dinner with gusto as she discreetly watched in disgust. She was curious as to how he became the way he was. She knew him as the gruff hanyou in high school that Kouga and his crew bullied. He was stubborn and pushed everyone away. Sure she had given him a helping hand once, but Kami... If she had knewn it would result to this she would have never extended her hand.

"Mommy, why aren't you eating?" She looked up to see him halt his actions in dining as she picked up her fork and placed the steak upon her tongue. She chewed contemplating on a way to avoid conversation with him.

"I asked you a question." His tone steeled itself over as she dropped her fork immediately. She knew when he was on the verge of one of his childish temper tantrums. She had been pushing him beyond his limits by not responding to him the way he so desired, but could you blame her?

In his mind, she would grow to love him. She would be more than happy to oblige in a mating ceremony and produce many offspring. She would grow old with him and die along his side. She would be happy in their monogamous partnership. She would learn, she would. She just had to allow herself to do so.

"I'm sorry daddy, I'm not hungry." Her tone was feather light and docile. Him being the dominant in this situation purred at it. He liked when she would bend to his will and walk on eggshells to please him. He liked that he had that much control over her, but he knew that this relationship would not grow if he continued to exercise his dominance in this way.

"I'm sorry mommy, tell you what... I'll draw you a bath so you can relax." She looked up from her plate quizzically as he stood. He sauntered over to her in a laxed posture as he pulled her chair back. She felt her hands grip the leather cushioning of her chair as she slightly bit her tongue.

"Come on." He tucked his hands underneath her bottom and back and he lifted her with ease. Her form was rigid but complying as he continued to carry her up to their bedroom.

He held her within one of his arms as he opened the bathroom door. She was reminded of his strength again, she was reminded that her escape was on a precipice of impossible.

He'll never let me go...

He set her on the marble counter top of their bathroom as she snarled at herself in disgust. Had she become so normalized in this twisted version of playing house that she began to claim his possessions as hers?

The faucet of the tub bubbled out water as he added a copious amount of bubble bath for her. He smiled, seeking her approval as she stared at the forming bubbles.

"I know you always use to have bubble baths after a long day to unwind... I even got your favorite scent." she felt a shiver descend her spine. She would never grow accustomed to his surveillance of her. He had unabashedly admitted that he spied on her. That he watched her every move and engraved the most minuscule of details into his mind.

Time seemed to mesh into moments as he now stood in front of her with his hands on her knees.

"Go get in." his voice rasped as she nodded in a daze.

She changed in front of him without a hitch in judgement. She had subconsciously picked up on his habits. She knew if she were to tell him to turn around or leave that it would only result into an argument and another trip to the Castigo room. And did she really want that? Absolutely fucking not.

She hurried her actions and semi jogged to the tub in hopes of escaping his touch. She sank down in the scalding water and felt her bones transition to a jelly-like state as she relaxed and laid back. The ends of her long unruly hair became wet as she looked to Inuyasha.

"May I please tie my hair up daddy?" He smiled as he handed her a hair tie. She pulled her long locks to the back of her skull and proceeded on to relaxing.

Inuyasha sat down by the tub on the tiled floor. He leaned his chin on his knee as she watched him carefully. He was always watching, never missing a beat.

She watched as he put three of his claw clad fingers into his mouth. She cocked her head to the side in a whelp like manner as he clipped the nails off with his fangs.

"Relax. I'm not up to anything." She truly wanted to believe that, she really did. But she knew all of his actions held deeper meaning than lead on.

She was approaching a state of giving in, she knew that if she cooperated with his rules he would give her pieces of freedom day by day. This meant giving up her pride however, how ironic.

She sighed and laid back, relaxing her form. The tensing halted as her body sunk further into the tub, she closed her eyes feeling the warmth of the water envelop her. She wouldn't get many moments like this, she might as well enjoy it. She closed her eyes and felt herself floating into another dimension. One where she was back at her destitute apartment and relaxing in her dingy bathtub. One where she would order take out and watched cheesy soap operas until she fell asleep. One where she was herself again.

She suddenly felt her body jolt due to a foreign touch. She snapped her eyelids open only to see Inuyasha's sleeve rolled up as his hand was submerged in the soapy water. He bit his lip in concentration as she felt his fingers ghost upon her thighs.

"W-what are-"

"Shhh..." His fingers dipped between the axis of her thighs as she tried to clench them. He was persistent however and parted them with ease.

"Don't do this." he ignored her as he lightly traced his finger up and down her slit. She felt her stomach curdle in disgust at his lack of boundaries.

"Let daddy make you feel good..." she felt his lone finger make patterns of a figure eight motion upon her clit. She squirmed causing the bath water to slosh and spill out the sides. She bit her lip in hopes of not letting the hearty moan release itself into the air. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction, she didn't want to hand herself over.

He bit his bottom lip causing his canine teeth to poke out. She squeezed her eyes shut as he slowly descended his fingers and entered one into her slick heat. He pumped it lightly as she panted. He leaned forward hoping to connect their lips until she jerked her head to the side to avoid him.

His pace increased as she expelled a shaky breath. His thumb found her bundle of nerves and gave agonizingly slow circles to her engorged pearl.

"Come on mommy, let daddy hear you." She tried to push her legs shut as he harshly plied them open again. He inserted another finger as she finally let out a loud moan. It reverberated throughout the spacious bathroom as he smirked in victory.

His pace began to gradually increase in speed as she gripped the siding of the bath tub. The feeling was intense and building, she was almost there. He was going to get her there.

He added a third finger as she felt her sex stretch slightly and burn. The slight discomfort mixed with his thumb rubbing at a viscous speed on her pearl caused her eyes to burn and squint.

"Come for daddy." His voice was husky and laced with lust and baited gratification.

She felt the coiling in her stomach unspring as she screamed loudly and came on to his fingers. She sat back as her chest heaved up and down from the intense happening. He slowly withdrew his fingers and entered them into his mouth. His tongue swirled around them savoring the flavor as he gave a loud pop as he withdrew them.

He sat up from his spot and grabbed a towel for her, he carefully placed her within his arms and the towel and cooed lightly at her sleepy figure. He entered the bedroom and placed her on the bed as he found her clothes.

He was one step closer. And she was twelve steps back.