Dance with the Demon CH 7
- I do not own any of the characters in this story. All belong to Kisihmoto-san -
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I stood behind the sealed door, glaring angrily and biting my bottom lip. I really can't believe that I've been locked in! I tapped my foot on the wooden floor, trying to think of ways to escape.
Then it hit me. The sand on my neck. It is linked to his chakra, and he had told me the leave it alone. That must mean he can tell when I touch it somehow.
'I'll just mess with it until he's forced to come to the room and demand he let me out' I thought stubbornly. A smile quirked the corners of my lips and my arm raised to touch my fingertips to the grains.
I rubbed lightly against them for a few seconds waiting for something to happen. When nothing did, I became irritated, pressing harder and poking at them. I huffed and considered pushing my chakra against them until a tornado of sand appeared no more than a foot in front of where I stood.
An irritated face emerged, brows knitted together and mouth drawn downward, but my attention shifted to his hands when I noticed they held a box. They settled there for several moments, trying to decipher what was in said box.
Before I could properly inspect, I felt strong fingers grasping my chin and my face was tilted up to meet hard seafoam orbs.
"What is wrong?"
His voice came softer than his expression led to believe it would.
I couldn't help the blush that crossed my cheeks at the feel of his hand and the intensity of his stare. What is wrong, he asked? Well for one…
"Y-you locked me in."
My voice came frail and I tried to clear my throat at the stutter that slipped out. I averted my eyes to the ground, suddenly forgetting the anger I held minutes before.
His hand left my face and I let my eyes slide back up to meet his, noticing his expression had lightened ever so slightly.
"I don't know what was wrong.… You had… nearly collapsed after… " I saw him glance down to my neck then back up to hold eye contact again.
My face burned all the way from my ears to my neck.
He thought something bad happened to me… He thought I was hurt?
My hands came together in front of my apron and I fiddled with my fingers nervously, looking down at my feet. I felt utterly embarrassed and the thought of having to explain what had happened made me want to sink into the floor.
"Anno… I-I'm fine, Gaara-sama." I bent my head forward slightly, trying to make my bangs hide my reddened face.
"Then what happened?"
His voice held an edge of impatience and I tried to swallow the lump that formed in my throat. I stared down at my thumbs as they wound around each other and made an attempt to further hide my face before deciding what to say.
I internally whimpered. Oh kami, please don't make me say it out loud.
The silence settled in the room until a low growl signaled he was still waiting for my answer.
I shut my eyes and drew in a calming breath before I tried to explain myself.
"Well…. Anno… I-It felt good and anno….. I was…. excited… and my body reacted to the touch….. anno… I had never been… touchedlikethatbefore... anno-"
I could feel myself rambling in an attempt to skirt around the answer and the words began to come out so quickly I couldn't tell if he had understood them or not.
I jumped when I felt something press into my lips, effectively silencing my incoherent babbling with the texture.
My eyes came open to see It was something plump and red.
His strong arm was extended out, pinching a large chocolate covered strawberry in his first two fingers as he pushed it against my lips.
"Open." His deep voice rumbled.
I froze temporarily at the suddenness of his actions and words. I let myself swallow then looked from the strawberry to his face then back.
I parted my lips at his command and he gently pushed the dipped fruit into my mouth, a small quirk appearing at the corner of the hard line of his own.
I bit down onto the fruit and then his arm came back to his side and I straightened to stare at him dumbly with the snack in my mouth. The arm that held the box lifted it so that I could see inside and I was shocked to see a decodent looking cake made of rich chocolate with strawberries places around the corners.
I reached up to pull the remainder of the strawberry from my mouth, chewed slowly and licked my lips as my head tilted to the side in question.
"My brother gave it to me." He began, seeing the confusion in my eyes.
"But I don't like sweets…. Take it."
He held out the box to me and I placed the fruit back to my mouth, using both hands to hold the large cake.
He started to turn away from me and I hurriedly devoured the remainder of the strawberry, clearing my throat to catch him before he disappeared again.
"Gaara-sama, wait!"
His head turned back so his eyes could catch mine, eyes squinted slightly.
"I…. I need to go to my room."
" What for?" Came his quick reply.
I was puzzled. Why was he still trying to keep me in here? Why couldn't I leave?
"Anno… I need to freshen up and change-"
"There is a shower here you may use."
My eyes widened at the implications that I could freely use his personal bathroom.
"Tha-that's not necessary" I felt myself blush for at least the fifth since his return.
"Hinata."
I almost jumped at the hard way my name came from his lips.
The weight of the box suddenly disappeared as it was taken out of my arms by a whip of sand that trailed across the room and sat on the nightstand.
His large build was suddenly hovering over me and I tilted my chin to look up into his pale eyes. His face was stern, but far from hard. It held a quiet softness that I had come to recognize in his features.
He reached out and tucked the hair behind my shoulder, letting his fingers slide through the silky strands, his fingertips ghosting down my shoulder blade as he reached the ends.
My heart began to thump against my chest wildly and I struggled to keep my breathing even when I felt him trail back up to stroke against my neck. His eyes left mine to rest on my pulse and I turned my head to the side to give him complete access.
I couldn't deny the way he controlled me. The way a simple touch could make my heart speed up and my mind slow down. I doubted that I would try to stop any action this man would do to me, especially when his fingers felt like silk and brought goosebumps to my body.
I almost whimpered when he stopped, his warmth leaving my skin cold to the air. I began to straighten back up and noticed he was now looking away into nothingness.
"You… are mine."
I waited for him to continue but I was not surprised that those were the only words that left his lips. He was never one for a lengthy conversation.
I tried to decipher his meaning and piece together how me 'being his' equated into not being able to leave the room. After coming up short, I gave him a pleading look that would hopefully prompt him to explain.
The only response It brought was a glare and surge of chakra as he stood back from me with a step.
"I'll return later."
It became silent as I found myself left alone in his room again.
Sighing, I headed towards the door of his bathroom. freezing before my hand grasped the knob.
He'd never told me what I was supposed to change into afterwards….
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I slammed my head down into my solid desk.
Why was every interaction with her becoming more confusing? I had come to see why she was touching the sand, to see if she was okay. How did that turn into me caressing her again?
When I pushed the fruit to her lips, I couldn't help but notice how soft they had looked. When chocolate smeared them, I had wanted to lick it off of them. I had wanted to feel their texture against my skin in several ways…
I groaned and bared my teeth at the pounding in my temples. I need to get control of myself. I thought the first time was a temporary lapse of judgement, but this has proved to be an ongoing battle. The battle of my brain versus my hormones.
I slowly straightened in my chair, beginning to reach for the piles of documents with a hiss.
Again, there was an engorged area of flesh pressing against my thigh that proved to be more stubborn than my refusal to acknowledge it. An irritated sigh left my throat as I reached for the nearest document.
Somehow, I would figure this out.
I had decided that she was my property because she was the only one to elicit this sort of reaction in me and I was determined to figure out why. I had alienated key factors that directly affected my arousal, including her defiance towards me being the main reason in my aggressive domination. My dominant desires then would turn sexual when I would make her submit to me.
But her body.
Everything about her drew me into her. Her smell, her curves, her eyes.
Even when she doesn't try, I'm drawn to her skin, wanting to feel and taste it. But why?
And why is she drawn back to me? She seems to enjoy my attentions. She doesn't try to fight or stop me when my lips find her throat.
She isn't afraid.
My eyes grew wide in the realization I had just made.
When I touch her, she doesn't cower.
She isn't afraid of me.
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The bathroom was made entirely of marble.
The white marble walls bled seamlessly into tan, sand colored marble floors. I noted it was easily twice the size mine had been in my suite.
It was sectioned off into three areas, divided by outcropping of walls that came out just enough but still managed to flow together nicely. The right area was designated to a large jacuzzi style tub that stood freely in the center of the floor. The left held the toilet and a large grey double sink vanity with a long mirror that took up nearly the entire wall above it.
But the middle. The middle housed the glorious glass-walled shower with a foot long rainhead downpipe. I gulped. Good thing this was his alone, because the glass would leave absolutely nothing to the imagination if anyone walked in. I felt a nervous prick travel down my spine and tried to shake it away.
He didn't tell me how much later he would return, but for the sake of my trembling nerves, I hoped it was after I'd finished my shower.
I pulled my uniform over my head, untying the apron and let it fall to the ground. I finished undressing and stepped into the spacious shower. Why was it so unnecessary large? I shrugged off the question and looked around for the spout and proceeded to panic when I couldn't find it.
Oh kami, please help me.
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After several minutes later, I managed to find a temperature gauge hidden discreetly in between two tiles. I rolled my eyes in frustration. It must have been hidden for the look of seamless style.
After standing under the steady stream of water for several blissful minutes, I looked around to see a rack of items in the corner of the shower. My hand reached for one entitled shampoo and I flipped it open but froze.
I was going to smell like a man after this. Not only a man, but my lord and master Gaara!
I dropped my head and let my hair create a curtain around my face. This day was just so embarrassing.
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I glanced up at the clock. It was well past seven p.m. now and the sun was beginning to set. I had managed to finally finish off the paperwork and my stomach growled angrily at me for neglecting to stop for dinner.
Oh wait.I wonder if Hinata is hungry. I grumbled at my ignorance. I had locked her in the room forbidding her to leave for any reason, and I didn't even think to bring her food. Well, I brought her cake… But she needs proper nutrition.
I stood and began to pace in front of my desk slowly. I will not let myself lose control. I will keep a calm mind and not make any advances. I will not let my hormones control my behavior, I still have some pride left, afterall.
I closed my eyes and let myself vanish into the familiar grains of sand and opened them to find my room.
My eyes were not ready for what they fell upon next.
Sitting on the edge of my bed, hair dripping around her shoulders, a white towel the only fabric clinging to her womanly form.
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Boom! Haha :D
I think this turned out to be a really long chapter, I don't really try to make them meet any specific length, so sorry if it ends up being longer than the others!
-CH 7 Fin -