Through the mattress.

Satoru bites his bottom lip as he watches Kagome move around the small kitchen. His eyes drift down, taking in the curve of her neck, her back, and the way that ass jiggles every time she moves in that short silk robe.

He just needs to behave, right? Easier said than done. He wants to take a bite out of that ass. Wants to squeeze her tits while she rides him.

"Are you driving me around today?" He clears his throat, trying to go for cool and collected, and failing miserably. How can he be calm? Last night was the best sleep he's had in years. And now he gets to watch Kagome make breakfast for them. He offered to pay for them to go out, but Kagome waved him off.

He kinda likes how she wants to take care of him. Kinda likes how no one else gets to see her like this. He frowns, mood souring. Who else has gotten to see her like this and how does he ask without raising questions?

"No, Ijichi will drive you around as normal." She slides the plate of pancakes in front of him and then sets a mug of coffee down. "I'm busy today, so I won't have time to play with you."

Play with him?

Satoru chuckles. "Such a cold woman." She takes care of him and now she expects him to sleep without her? Without smelling her scent on the sheets? He doesn't want to go back to having Ijichi run him around.

"Kagome-sama," she reminds him before turning away. "Acting out isn't going to give you what you want." She grabs a plate and a cup of coffee for herself. "If you want to sleep over again, you will address me appropriately." Kagome sits across from him. Her foot caresses his leg, and he's of the mind to toss the table out of the way so she can touch him where he really wants her to.

She crosses her arms and tilts her head to the side. "On your knees."

Satoru swallows. He scoots back in the chair and drops to his knees. The table isn't tall enough for him to climb under it even with him on his knees, so he crawls on his hands and knees over to her. Unlike her robe, his is much longer and probably doing a piss ass job of hiding how turned on he is.

Kagome smiles.

His blood rushes to his groin so quickly he gets lightheaded. The way she is looking down on him right now is exquisite. She quirks a brow, and he bows his head in response.

"I was disappointed to hear you wouldn't be with me today, Kagome-sama," he says slowly, making sure to keep his head down, though he wants to sneak a peek at her thighs. "That I spoke out of turn."

Touch me. Touch me. Touch me.

Kagome turns and slides her foot under his chin, forcing his head up. His nostrils flare. He must be a sick fuck, because even this is doing it for him.

Kami, he wants her.

Wants her more than anything he's ever desired before.

He wants her happiness, her sadness, her joy, her scorn. He wants it all.

Satoru flinches. He's getting a little too ahead of himself. That sounds like more than a fling. He doesn't know the first thing about keeping a woman happy outside of sex. Relationships have never been a priority, but damn if he doesn't want to try with her, if only to keep those other vultures away.

He has seen how the other sorcerers look at Kagome when she isn't looking. How they boast about their unimpressive feats.

Kagome lifts her foot and rests her heel on his lips. Satoru's eyes widen. His breathing becomes heavier. The thin robe slides up, and he's desperate to know if she's wearing anything underneath. She was up before him, so maybe she slipped on some underwear?

He hopes not. Will she let him taste her? He's always favored sweets for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He just knows she'll taste amazing.

His body trembles from having to suppress himself. This has never been an issue before.

"Satoru."

His eyes snap to hers. The look of expectancy has him swallowing. Oh fuck. He isn't sure how to define what they are, but a fling this is not. Satoru opens his mouth and flicks his tongue out. Kagome's smile deepens as she pushes her foot further into his mouth.

"Good boy." She leans forward and then grips his hair. She pulls, forcing his head to tilt to the side. "You like this?"

"Y-yes?" Did he just fucking stutter? What is wrong with him? A little rough housing and he's submitting just the way she likes?

Kagome tightens her hold on his strands and then she pushes him away. "Go finish your breakfast before it gets cold."

Satoru goes to stand.

"Crawl."

He sucks in a breath and crawls back over to his seat. Kagome ignores him while she sips on her coffee as though she didn't just try to gag him with her foot. He slides back into the chair and clenches his fists. Everything about this has him so off his axis, he isn't sure how to act. A part of him wants to act out, but the other half of him wants to behave and hear her praise.

He blinks at the sight of his hair on the table next to her plate. Is she keeping his strands for a ritual or something? Kagome sets her mug down.

"I'm going to commission a collar for you."

"Commission?" Good, his voice is back to normal. "Like a dog collar?" He picks up his utensils and cuts into the pancakes first. His heart beats a little faster. Does she want to walk him like a dog? His lips twitch at the thought of being at her mercy.

Did she do something to him? Or has he always had these desires?

"Mhmm. You were eying the hair strands. I need them for your collar."

"Sounds like you want to..." He wets his lips, thinking over how he should phrase this without pissing her off. But when he acts out, she touches him.

"I can tell what you're thinking and if you keep it up, your punishment will be to stay out of my sight until I deem you can be in my presence again."

His mouth snaps shut. Is she serious?

Shit.

She is.

"Can I stay over again?" Will she take pity on him? He's trying really hard right now to keep himself composed.

Kagome frowns. "I wasn't planning on coming back tonight." She tugs on her bottom lip with her finger and then blows out a breath, letting her hand drop. "Is it that big of a deal for you? I'm not sleeping with you yet, if that's your angle."

Yet? He latches on to that word like a lifeline.

"I just want to be next to you, Kagome-sama," he says, lowering his voice. If he keeps his head down, will she flare her energy and wrap him in it? Better yet, will she let him taste her? Just enough to get him through the day and maybe a little more to get him through the night. He hunches his shoulders in an effort to appear smaller than he is.

If he plays the part of looking pathetic, will she take mercy on him?

"I think a few days apart will be fine," she says. "Do I need to put a chastity belt on you, or will you behave?"

"I'll behave, Kagome-sama." Damn it. Is he not being submissive enough? His mind is torn. On one hand, Kagome owes him nothing, but on the other hand, she claimed him as hers, so shouldn't that count for something?

The last thing he wants is a chastity belt. Knowing Kagome, she'd do something to it and prevent him from breaking it. His brows furrow together. He needs to figure out how her energy works and why he isn't nearly as concerned as he should be.

"Ijichi-san will be here shortly if you want to take a shower before he arrives," she continues. "I instructed him to bring some clothes for you since we forgot that last night."

He nearly drops his fork. "You told Ijichi to pick me up from here with a pair of clothes to change into?" Yeah, Ijichi has a key to his place because he also takes care of the dry cleaning, but he didn't expect Kagome to know that.

Has she been watching him? His heart beats a little faster. Maybe she isn't as unaffected as she appears. He bites back the smile. Doesn't want her to think he's plotting something and then get on prickly with him.

"Well, I just put your clothes in the washer, and they won't be dry by the time you need to go." Kagome gives him a look. "Is there a problem with that?"

"No, Kagome-sama... I just thought we were keeping this a secret." He motions to the space between them.

"I didn't announce you're my brat if that's what you're concerned about." She shrugs. "I'm not ashamed of you."

"Oh," he breathes. That's a relief. "So, in front of others, I can address you like a regular partner?" Whatever that means. He'll figure it out.

Kagome narrows her eyes. "So long as you do not push it. I can see the gears turning and you will not be happy when we get home." She stands and picks up her plate. "Go shower."

Satoru opens his mouth to argue but decides better of it. No, he's playing the long game, and it is fun in a way to let someone else make all the decisions. Here, he isn't Satoru the strongest, but Satoru the man. He glances at her back and down at her feet. Well, more like Satoru the pet. He stands and picks up his plate and cup.

What matters is he is hers and she is his.

"I can wash these first." He stands next to her and inhales. She smells so good. Is it the anticipation that him so heady with need or is it just Kagome? He suspects it's just her. No one else has made him feel even a fraction of what he feels when he's next to her.

Kagome eyes him and then relents. She steps to the side and leans against the counter, watching him. Does she think he'll break her dishes somehow or is it she doesn't want to part from him? He hopes it's the latter.

"How many—" Satoru clears his throat. "How many days will you be gone?" She said she was going to have a collar commissioned for him. How long does that really take? It shouldn't take more than an hour or so to have something commissioned unless she plans to wait for it to be ready. "Is it a week-long mission?"

"About three days, give or take." She moves away and yawns. "I need to replace some of the seals on Sukuna's fingers. Heard they've been weakening."

"Sounds dangerous."

"It's really not." She laughs. "I appreciate your concern, Satoru, but I'm more than capable of taking care of myself." She waves a hand in the air and with a jolt, he feels her energy sizzle across his skin. Satoru bites his lip and grips the edge of the sink. He sucks in a breath and tries to calm himself down. The feel of her energy electrifies him. It doesn't last long, but it feels like a lifetime of memories passed behind his eyes.

"Kagome-sama," his voice is ragged with need.

"Hm?"

He wants to drop to his knees and beg her for more. She'd turn him down. Satoru opens his eyes and gathers the shredded remains of his control. He glues himself back together and centers himself. This is a test. He's never failed a test in his life, and he doesn't aim to now.

"I'm going to take that shower now." Each step is harder than the last. The hall to the bathroom isn't long by any means, but it feels as though he's on a trek across the country. How does she do it? Leave him feeling so scrambled inside with the only thing on his mind is her? He closes the door behind him and leans his head back against the door.

Seriously, how is he supposed to last three days or more without her touch?

He closes his eyes and breathes out of his mouth. Three days. He'll take on so many missions, he won't have time to miss her.

Yeah, that's the plan.

A/N: We'll see the demon realm in the next chapter. I doubt Satoru behaves while she's gone. Hojo will most likely make an appearance to show Satoru how a sub is supposed to act.

Next update will be Wish I Could. Probably update on Sunday since those chapters are longer than the others.

Take care of yourselves! Stay healthy and make sure to take your vitamins!