Thud. Silence. Thud.
"If the lamp is lit, turn it out."
My eyes flew to said lamp. I nearly groaned. I had left it burning and it was very low. I remembered that there would be no more oil. My heart sank.
"Move to the wall."
I did as instructed, hating the darkness. "Do not turn around," the voice said as it moved into the room. The footsteps came close to me and I could feel him, his body directly behind me.
He stayed behind me for a moment. I felt him lean in, his chest brushing against my shoulders. He was much taller than I was. His mouth leaned close to my ear. "On the table, there is a gift," he whispered. His voice was soft and soothing in my ear. He stayed close, hovering for a moment and then moved away. "You've almost used all the oil," he said, "be careful." He moved to the door and stopped. "Did you find the room?" he asked.
"Yes," I answered, head down.
The door shut and was locked. I hastened to relight the lamp, searching out the 'gift'. On the table was a large bowl of steaming water, a towel and small cake of soap. Exclaiming in delight, I hurried to disrobe and indulge in this treasure.
The hot water was exquisite, washing away not only dirt and sweat but tension and fear as well. Once finished and wrapped in the towel, I noticed the folded Kimono on the bed. This one was blue, with green and pink cranes and cattails threaded with silver. It was lovely. There was also a rough approximation of my modern underwear included, to my confused amusement.
Glad to have clean clothing to wear, I pulled it on relishing the feel of the soft fabric against my now clean skin. However, this was no ordinary kimono. It was scandalously short, barely covering my bottom. The top was cut in such a way as to show cleavage, no matter how I tried to tie it for concealment.
What kind of strange game was going on here? What was I supposed to do? Would I ever escape? Was anyone looking for me? What did the voice want with me?
How long I sat there I couldn't say, but again came the thud, thud. This time, I didn't wait for the command but took up the required position against the wall.
The door opened, and the footsteps moved into the room. My heart doubled its beat. I was very aware of the skimpy yukata and how much skin it showed.
"How was the bath?" the voice asked, rich and dark. I shivered.
"It was very nice, thank you," I said.
The steps moved closer, until I could feel the heat of him behind me.
"You are very lovely. The yukata fits perfectly."
I swallowed hard.
"I want to see the rest." His voice was a command, not a request at all.
I didn't know what to do. What if I said no and he got angry? What if I fought him? He had been good to me. I had not been harmed. I felt, on some level, that I was safe, but, what if he turned? Something told me that he was capable of great violence. I took a breath, nodding.
His hand touched the hem of the kimono and lifted it slowly. My heart was pounding, racing with fear and…excitement? He lifted the cloth up so my back and bottom was exposed.
"Perfect," he breathed, and I jumped as his finger traced the edge of my panties. I did not speak a word. His touch was gentle, his skin hot where it met mine. I was mortified to find myself slightly turned on.
All too soon, he was done. He stepped back and moved toward the door. "There is more food," he said, "and something else on the table. The next time I come, you will be wearing it." He paused. "Oh, and this."
He stepped on silent feet to lay something around my neck. I fought not to jump, to scream. He backed away, the door closed. I put my hands quickly to my neck and felt what seemed to be some kind of necklace there. I crossed to the table, very familiar with my room now. I lit the lamp. The necklace was a fine silver chain, with various silver pendants in swirling designs dangling from it. It was simple, but had clearly been made by a master of the craft. I had no idea what to think about it.
On the table was more food, more tea and... a length of cloth that reminded me of a blindfold. It gave me pause. Things seemed to be taking a darker turn here, and my options were few.
Did I go along with whatever the voice wanted of me and possibly remain unharmed? Or should I fight and resist, risking his rage and possible hurt?
My thoughts getting me nowhere, I ate and drank. Running my fingers over the necklace, I played the moments over in my head. His deep voice, his hands on my body. He had made me feel desperate and needy. Was this real? Was this a true response or was I losing my mind? So far, nothing truly bad had occurred. Would that last? Now, the blindfold. What was behind that? I couldn't figure any of it out. Worse, I couldn't understand my responses. Was I afraid or was I genuinely turned on? What would InuYasha say? And where was he at that moment? Where were my friends?
Time passed. I slept. Again I was awakened by the now familiar thuds.
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Shortie this week, sorry about that.
For those not in the know, I have a MirSan fic up, called Fighting the Attraction. We're two chapters in.
Go check it out and give it some love. Tell me what you think. Pretty please?