This chapter Sesshoumaru and Asami get a little more… acquainted… with each other. Implied and overt sexual notions in this chapter. Enjoy…

xoxoTiff

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"Are you ready, miss?" Kiku asked and I nodded, leaving the room. We went up two more floors before turning, making our way down a long corridor.

"Is there a room for me?" I asked curiously.

"Of course, madam, but I am required to present you to Sesshoumaru-sama right away."

"I think it would be well worth the extra expenditure of time for me to stop off at my room and make myself more presentable. I would like to properly thank him for his kindness." I tried to reason with her and hoped she could see the logic.

"You seem a willing victim…" She mumbled some nonsense that I didn't understand but shrugged nonetheless and detoured down a short side hall with one door.

I entered and gasped slightly. It was a dark and luxurious room done in red, gold, brown, and purple fabrics. There was a huge circular bed with silk covers, numerous pillows and four posts that thick velvets hung at, able to form a canopy if wanted. The walls were dark with many candles. There were two dressers and one large armoire and all the other empty space along the walls had tall candles.

"Oh my… Is this really mine?"

"Of course. It suits you, yes?" She asked, a pleasant smile on her face.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, I have seen your performance before, a long while ago. I remember how sensuous it was and the darkness just made it that much more seductive. It was incredible." She complimented and I was completely shocked. Besides the other dancers and my sisters I had never been complimented by a woman.

She chuckled and shook her head. "Don't tell Sesshoumaru-sama of what I said; he would most likely choose another attendant for you and trust me, I am a wonderful attendant."

"I won't… I was simply taken aback. Most women see it as disgusting." I shrugged slightly and pushed my suitcase in the middle of the floor. "Can you wait outside while I get ready?"

"Of course." She bowed and stepped outside, shutting the door behind her.

I moved to my suitcase and pulled out a few things: my oils, my green eye paints, a special kimono that I never wore for dancing in public or going out period, and my clips to hold my hair back.

After pushing my hair up in a tight knot I stripped and began to lather oil all over my body. I usually had a base of paint on certain parts of my body to cover up my youkai markings so I would appear more human-like and vulnerable. I decided not to cover them up this time and I examined each of them briefly as I slid oil over me.

There was a dark red stripe along each of the bottom of my feet and a thin purple stripe around my ankles and wrists to form what seemed to be cuff lets. I had two long triangular shaped markings along my back that were two shades lighter than my natural dark tan.

After I was finished with the oil that made my skin glow I brushed the green oily-paint around my eyes carefully. As soon as I was completely finished I pulled on the silk kimono that reached just above the middle of my thighs and showed a generous amount of my breasts. It was black with underlying red floral designs. Instead of being held together by an obi it had loops and small pearls than could be fit together to hold the kimono in place. As soon as I was in the privacy of Sesshoumaru's room I would undo all the pearls except for two, thereby revealing more skin.

I clasped two silvery anklets on and shook my right leg slightly, delighted to hear the shimmy of the jewelry together. I clasped two bracelets on as well. I stepped in front of the dresser where a mirror was to analyze myself and when I was satisfied I redid my hair, wanting it up and away from my body, being held my a large clip that I could remove easily at any time.

I walked out to the hall and Kiku stared at me in astonishment. She opened her mouth to say something but decided not to, turning and walking back down the short hall and back to the longer one. When we got to the end of the hall she knocked on a large burgundy door.

"Come in." Sesshoumaru-sama's voice rung clear.

"Wait here," Kiku whispered and I nodded as she walked in the room.

"What took so long, servant? Where is she?" He asked, agitated.

"She is just outside, my Lord. She wished to stop by her room and present herself in a better manner. I will leave her to you my Lord and if my assistance is needed I shall be in the kitchen," She informed him, exiting the room and smiling at me. She waved me in and walked away.

I let all of the pearls except two slip out of the loops. My breasts were barely covered and my lower areas were covered fine as long as I didn't undo any more pearls. I walked in slowly, every step precise. I let my eyes go everywhere except to Sesshoumaru, who was standing by open balcony doors. His room was just as grand as my own room, even bigger actually but with more medium colors: greens, blues, and tans.

There were two large paintings in the room, one of him and one of an older gentleman that looked much like him. His bed was lower to the floor without posts but it had many pillows as well. Once I had looked at everything in the room other than him I turned in his direction, my head bowed, and slid very carefully to my knees.

"My Lord," I greeted him in a small whisper, eyes gently shut. I sought out all the heat in the room, extinguishing all the flames except for a few scattered around the room.

"Asami-san." He was slightly closer, I could tell.

"Asami," I corrected in a whisper, straightening up but remaining on my knees, hands folded on my lap.

"I didn't realize you had markings," He said curiously and I smiled, carefully shifting my position and stretching my legs out so he could see the ones on my ankles and the bottoms of my feet.

"If it diminishes my value in your eyes you may return me. I wouldn't be offended." I murmured, putting a small amount of worry into my voice and biting my lip gently. I could see his eyes and there was only hunger, desire, and surprise, as if he had gotten more than he thought he was getting.

He growled at the thought of returning me and I smiled innocently.

"Are there any more?" He asked, stepping closer discreetly.

I stood up slowly and turned away from him, letting the kimono slide slightly down my back. I let it sit there for a few moments and then pulled it back up.

"Take your hair down." His voice was husky and I grinned, turning towards him as I reached up to pull the clip out, tossing it aside.

His eyes roamed over my body, again and again, not being able to find a place to sit and stare. I stepped forward, and when I was close enough I pressed my body gently against his, reaching my hands up to undo his top and push it off his shoulders. I pulled him to the bed and lay him down on his back, letting my face rub against his stomach, chest, and neck, breathing the scent of him in deep to memorize every aspect of it.

At the same time I was rubbing my scent over him, some of the oils transferring from my body to his. I let my teeth drag graze across his chest and down to his stomach, the hard muscles twitched and he groaned. Biting and using our teeth were basic subconscious instincts, on the dog side of 'dog youkai', and biting in just the right place can be a wonderful way to get someone worked up.

"Harder," He whispered low and I sank my teeth into his stomach harder. "Blood is fine," He added on, a challenge in his voice.

I let my teeth sink in just a bit more to pierce the skin and a small amount of blood seeped into my mouth, I let it run over my lips and down my chin, leaning up to stare down at him while I licked my lips slowly.

He sat up in a flash, sliding his hand through my hair to the back of my head and pulling me closer to him. His lips and tongue worked over my chin to get the blood and then crushed my lips with fierce intensity.

I returned the kiss thoroughly and after many minutes of our battle of the lips I pushed on his chest, forcing him away from me. I put more strength into my arms when he fought against me the slightest bit. I pushed him back against the bed and traced my finger over the bite mark I left on his stomach.

He seemed to relax against the pillows, smirking. "Most women won't bite, even though it is a deep set instinct."

I laughed and nodded, shrugging at the same time. "I guess I'm different…" I murmured, leaning down to lick the wound gently, bringing a sigh from his lips.

"That is most certainly true." He nodded slightly.

I sat up, licking my lips again and letting my fingers play over his chest. His hands slid up my legs slowly, underneath the short kimono and to my hips. He pulled my whole body up more so instead of sitting on his thighs I was carefully positioned over the hardness in his pants. I grinned and ground my hips against his, rolling my body slightly. He closed his eyes and groaned softly, lifting his hips to grind himself harder against my naked flesh.

I leaned forward and let my teeth graze his ear before speaking. "I don't have any intention of having sex with you today my Lord," I whispered with a smile evident on my face.

His body was still against mine for a moment and in a flash he flipped us over and had my arms pinned, his manhood pressed tight between my legs.

"Who said you had a choice?" He growled, moving his lips down my throat and grazing his own sharp teeth against my sensitive skin. I shivered and the movement traveled throughout my body, effectively pressing me closer to his body.

"My Lord, allow me to explain my reasons," I requested in a breathy whisper.

"Go ahead," He allowed, keeping his body close but he leaned back slightly to be able to look me in the eyes.

"If you have sex with me right away, your sexual frustration will be easily satisfied and your mind and perhaps your body will become bored with such an easy conquest as myself. I must remain mysterious and foreign to you in some way Lord." Even as I spoke these words all I wanted was for him to bury himself deep within me. I had never felt desire this strong before.

"Are you saying that, for my benefit, I should never bed you?" The mocking in his voice was right at the surface, just waiting to spill over in full force.

I laughed gently, shaking my head as best I could in the position. "No, of course not. Leave me the discretion of the details, where, when, how, and I will make sure that you are pleased beyond means."

He seemed to think about it. I could see the thought of allowing me in control twist and turn right behind his eyes. I smiled warmly, lifting my hips ever so slightly to press harder against his hardness.

"I should be in charge of the how." He finally said.

"No." I was firm and the smile was still lingering on my lips. He scowled.

"Why not? It is my pleasure you will be giving. I think I should know how I like to do things."

"You want sex. You want release. I do not think you really care how you receive it." I grinned. He simply wanted to be in control, and I knew that. I wanted the control though, so I could make sure I received the outcomes I wanted.

He got up from the bed, to my great surprise, and stood by it, looking down at my body still sprawled. My hair was disheveled from our wrestling, the rounds of my breasts were mostly visible and the bottom of the kimono was dangerously high on my long legs.

I slowly moved to my knees, remaining on the bed and leaned forward, my arms pushing my breasts together more. "Well my Lord?"

He nodded curtly and I bit my lip to fight back a full smile.

"I'd like to make another request…" His eyes narrowed. He was probably wondering if I would actually please him being here, or just annoy him.

"Well?" His voice was laced with venom and I couldn't help but grin wickedly at the annoyance evident in his eyes.

"I would like to accompany you wherever you go. Observing you will help make sure I am able to please you. Also, you never know when the perfect opportunity will arise to have sex." I gave him my reasoning. That seemed the best way to get something. Give him flawless logic.

"So all my sex is to be planned and carefully orchestrated now? That does not sound exciting in the least." He muttered scathingly and I chuckled softly.

"It will only be planned in my mind, and even then, it could always turn out differently. I assure you it will be spontaneous for you, my Lord."

His fists clenched and unclenched momentarily and I could see how hard the idea was for him to give in to me, to give me his so precious control. I waited patiently and let my fingers trace back and forth along his stomach.

He finally sighed, and shook his head. "It will be interesting, to say the least, to see how this will all turn out," He finally grumbled. "You may accompany me about but you will not sit in on my meetings concerning military activities." His voice held an edge of finality.

I frowned, not pleased, but if I pressed too much, all in this short space of time, he would not be happy. "If that is your final word," I said evenly, bowing my head.

"You thought you would sit in, even under those circumstances?" He questioned, sounding exasperated.

"I had not seen that it would be a problem."

"Many secrets are touched upon in those meetings. The men I meet with would not accept a woman, especially one as forward as you, to sit in on our discussions," He explained.

"I am a wonderful actress, my Lord. I can be forward. I can be ruthless. I can be harmless. I can be anything and anyone." I leaned up, kissing along his stomach and chest, capturing one nipple in my mouth and biting gently.

"I believe you."

I sat back and nodded. I had learned, in the past, how great of a skill it was to pretend.

"You may accompany me, everywhere, unless a situation comes upon me that I believe privacy is called for." He allowed and I smiled, laying back on the bed and crossing my legs slowly.

"If you are to have sex with another woman I would understand you wanting privacy and I would be more than happy to supply you with that." I stretched my arms above my head while I spoke and stretched my legs out until both feet rested on his chest, forcing him to look down the expanse of my legs at my stretching, writhing body.

"What if I wanted you to watch me with another woman?" He asked and I couldn't deduce an actual reasoning for him to want that, unless it was an errant fantasy.

"Well, I would of course comply and watch you. I wonder if I would enjoy it," I mused in a whisper to myself.

He frowned ever so slightly and if I didn't have a keen eye I wouldn't have noticed. I think he wanted to say or do something that would shock me. It almost seemed like he was searching for any innocence left within me that would rear back at the thought of something. Or perhaps if I directly refused something, then he would have a reason to punish me. Yeah, that sounded about right.

"And if I wanted to watch another man have you?" He inquired and I laughed full out.

"I may not know everything about you, my Lord, not yet anyways, but I am sure that you are not a sharing man. I am a prize for you. You have come to visit me many times and watched me dance and now you have bought me. I am yours. You will not share what is yours." I was still laughing slightly at the thought.

"There is one exception."

I thought it over, looking him over from head to toe and running everything I knew about him over.

"Ah, political? If me having sex with another man would gain you something politically or militaristically you would use whatever you had." I nodded to myself.

"You're quick." He seemed pensive.

"What's wrong? Don't you trust little defensive me?" I frowned and let my eyes slide away from his, giving off submissive vibes.

"You are a good actress," He complimented and I just nodded again, sliding off the bed and stretching.

"I am a woman, intelligent, seductive, controlling, smart, quick, and I want to please you. So of course I must be trying to get something out of you. I can see why you might not trust me." I nodded, brushing it off. I didn't much care if he trusted me, as long as he allowed me to do my job.

"If I didn't have your younger sisters as collateral, I would be worried you were a spy of sorts." He spoke indifferently.

My eyes flashed angrily for a moment and then I turned, appraising him. He was smart too, of course. He was a Lord, a youkai, powerful.

"You made it seem as if you had them come here to make sure I would be able to get everything I wanted. They will be happy here, no doubt. If I was to mess up and we were sent away their disappointment would be immense. That is not what you were thinking though. If I overstep your authority, or gave away your secrets perhaps, you would only have to harm them to straighten me out." I worked it all out while I spoke, folding my arms slightly while I looked at him.

"Are you surprised?" He asked, his eyes holding a deep coldness, a ruthlessness I hadn't picked up because I'd been focusing on the lust.

"I was unsuspecting. It won't happen again." I guaranteed.

He bowed his head ever so slightly. "Of course it won't. I have things to do in my study downstairs. We will go to your room first so you can change into something more," he paused to find the word as his eyes appraised my apparel, "appropriate."

"Yes, my Lord." I bowed low and we left his room for mine, me trailing behind him.