Satoru sits down at the table with the questionnaire in front of him. He picks it up and glances at the back. Double sided. For some reason, he expected more from her. Like a binder filled with kinks for him to list out. He's getting ahead of himself. Truthfully, he doesn't know much about Kagome, except she's hot as fuck and apparently gets off on teasing him. Satoru spikes a hand through his hair and sets the paper down. He grabs the pen and moves on to the first question.
Anal play: receiving, giving, or both. Satoru pokes the inside of his mouth with his tongue. Can he do that with Kagome? They haven't gotten into boundaries yet, but it's obvious she wants to control the relationship or whatever this is. He circles both and moves on to the next questions.
Age play: Nah.
Biting: Why not?
Blindfold: Seriously? Sure.
Cuckolding: Fuck no.
Spanking: Fuck yes.
Flogging: Sure, he doubts it will actually hurt.
He yawns as he finishes the rest of the questionnaire. Does she give this to everyone? Something akin to jealousy swells in his gut. He wants to be the only one. Satoru stands and hesitates. He should push the chair in, but if he doesn't, will she punish him for it? His cock aches. He was so close to coming and she just blue-balled him. Satoru eyes the chair and then pushes it in. If he behaves, then she'll reward him, right? Give and take. Grabbing the questionnaire, he heads out of the house and to the souvenir shop.
The shrine must be closed for the day because there are no visitors. How many times has he passed this shrine and never thought to check it out? Weird because the energy around this shrine is like nothing he's felt before. Come to think of it, the shrine lacks the residue of cursed energy except for his and even that seems to be fading away as though the shrine itself is constantly cleansing itself.
He slides open the door to the souvenir shop. A small shop that consists of a counter for ringing the purchases and rows and rows of trinkets, sutras, and other goods. On the counter is a donation box. The shrine is either doing well for itself based on the sheer number of items in stock or the shrine is having difficulties selling its souvenirs. Satoru leans towards the former because Kagome does not give off the air of being stressed.
"All done?" Kagome asks, not looking at him. She pulls out keychains from the box.
Those aren't normal souvenirs. He looks around. None of the items here are normal, but he doesn't think—doesn't want to believe— Kagome is trying to harm the general population.
"Satoru?"
"Huh! Oh yeah, I'm all done." He holds out the paper. "What's with those?"
Kagome turns and holds up the keychain with a pink ball at the end. "It's the Shikon no Tama. Not the real one, obviously. I bless them along with the protection sutras." She doesn't take the paper from him, much to his chagrin.
She blesses them? Well, Kagome is technically a priestess if her family owns a shrine.
"You bless them?" He holds out the paper for her to take and peers into the box. It's all Shikon no Tama, the majority of them pink, but there are some blue trinkets and some red. He squats and reaches into the box as if some other force compels him.
"What are you doing?"
He pauses. His hand hovers over the items. "Uh... checking them out? You said you bless them, and they feel..." How do they feel? Intoxicating? No, that isn't the right word. Kagome flares her energy and Satoru nearly falls forward. He shudders as he wraps his arms around himself to stop from reaching out for her. "Kagome... Kagome-sama," he groans, voice thick with need.
"It wasn't on the list, but we can add energy play to this," she says as though she isn't setting his body on fire. He doesn't dare look at her, not yet. Can't have her knowing how her energy is fucking with him.
"Energy play?" Satoru swallows. He wants to scream fuck yeah, but he also doesn't want her to know how badly he wants to feel her energy again. "Something you've done with someone else?" Damn it, now he sounds jealous. He is, but she doesn't need to know that.
"No."
"Oh?" He turns away from the box and looks up at her. "Never?" The thought is so implausible that he gnashes his molars together to stop from lashing out. Would she really start this thing—this relationship off by lying to him? Hot or not, he needs to be able to trust her.
Kagome crosses her arms. "Satoru, you're the only sorcerer I've been with." She wrinkles her nose. "You know what I mean."
He rolls his shoulders back and stands. Needs to feel more like himself. Something about being on the floor, looking up at her, waiting on her command, has him all out of sorts. "So, it's just been normies, then?"
"Are you jealous?"
"No." He scoffs. "Why would I be jealous of someone from your past? They don't have you now." His lip curls up in a half smirk. Kagome won't look at another man when he finally gets his hands on her. He angles his head to the side. "You're mine now."
Kagome levels him with a flat stare. "So yes or no to the energy play?"
"Yes—wait." Satoru takes a step toward her. "I don't want you to overdo it trying to please me. You only seem capable of managing these flares in short bursts and I don't want you to end up in a situation because you don't have any left to fight off a curse."
Kagome bites her lip and then laughs. She clutches her waist and turns away from him. Satoru frowns. He's being serious here. Kagome is weak, and he doesn't want to see her getting hurt. Her taking out that curse was just a fluke.
"Kagome, I'm being serious here."
"Kagome-sama," she reminds him. She wipes at her eyes and then looks at him with such disappointment, it threatens to knock him back down to his knees. "It's not about pleasing you, Satoru."
Not about pleasing him? But everything is about his pleasure. Even kneeling at her feet brings him pleasure, but he would love to be kneeling for a different reason.
"I will let it go this time because you seem to be concerned for me. Don't be. I can handle a grade one curse or special grade just fine. Teasing you isn't going to deplete me of my energy." She snorts. "Besides, if I went around flaunting my energy like you do, it would attract too much attention." She looks up at him and then makes a point of looking at his groin right as her energy flares once more.
Fuck.
Satoru grits his teeth. His breath is labored. Okay, he gets it. One flare of her energy and he's losing his mind.
"Finish putting those keychains away." Kagome turns on her heel and heads towards the door. She glances over her shoulder. "Do you have any other missions today?"
Satoru blows out a breath and tries to ignore how his cock throbs. How much it pains him to pretend everything is fine. "I've got a lot of missions today." Missions he's pushed back so he can spend this time with her doing menial labor. "Need me to do something else?"
"When you get done here, I expect all the keychains to be put away and the other two boxes to be unpacked." She points to the boxes on the left, next to the counter. "Break down the empty boxes and place them in the shed where the tools are in a neat pile. After, meet me in the kitchen. I will make lunch for us before you head off to your next mission."
"Yes, Kagome-sama," he says with a smile on his face. Lunch is code for something. Maybe she'll let him eat her out.
Turns out, making lunch was code for actually making lunch for them to eat. Not that he didn't enjoy the meal, because he did, but he isn't going to lie to himself and say he wasn't hoping for dessert. Satoru stuffs his hands in his pockets as he walks down the street. It's late now, a little past two a.m. and he still isn't done with missions. He just has one more and then he can call it a night.
Satoru pulls out his phone and double-checks the mission location. He sent Ijichi home hours ago. His pulse quickens. How'd he miss a text from Kagome? He clicks on the text and then squeezes his eyes shut.
"She's fucking with me," he mutters. "Has to be."
A picture of her in white lace on a bed that is far too small for both of them. He sucks in a breath and tries to calm down. It's just a picture. It isn't even explicit and yet he's panting like a dog. But he can make out the curve of her breasts and how her hips flare. How toned her legs are. Satoru swallows back the groan.
It's a picture to start wars over.
When did she send this? Around 1:40 a.m. She's probably asleep now, but there's a chance she isn't.
Satoru: Can I come over? I've been good today.
A long shot since she's probably asleep by now, but he hits send and then turns left down an alley. The mission site should be this way. Grade one curse. His phone buzzes in his hand. Oh? She isn't asleep yet?
Kagome: That's not how you ask.
He wets his lips, ignoring the drunk partiers stumbling past. That wasn't a no.
Satoru: Kagome-sama, could I please come over?
Kagome: Good boy.
Is that a yes? He waits for her to respond, but she doesn't. She is teasing him, messing with his head, and instead of anger, he's excited to see how she leads this. Well, the plan was to wait, but Satoru is an impatient man, at least when it comes to Kagome. He wonders if she did something to him that day.
Satoru: Kagome-sama?
Kagome: No. I'll see you in the morning at 9. Same place. Don't be late this time.
Satoru scratches the back of his head and sucks his teeth. He should have known. Of course, it isn't going to be that easy.
Kagome: And remember what I told you. Goodnight Satoru.
Remember what she... ugh. As if her words have power, his balls ache, reminding him of how long it's been since he's gotten himself off. He closes his eyes and leans back against the wall. Tries not to remember how her lips felt on him. How pretty she looked on her knees with his cock in her mouth. Can they have a repeat of that?
Satoru: Goodnight, Kagome-sama.
He pulls himself together long enough to finish the mission with minimal property damage. Just one shattered window and a broken door. Nothing too crazy. Satoru drags himself to bed, hair wet from his shower, and sits down on the bed. Why is he putting himself through this? Denying himself just because she said to? He picks his phone up from the nightstand and pulls up the picture of her.
Tease.
She wants him to act out. What was it she called him? A brat? Satoru runs his tongue over the top of his teeth and clicks on the camera icon. If it's a brat she wants, then he may as well do as he pleases. Satoru hits record and grips his cock, trying to mimic the way she stroked him earlier in the kitchen.
He can't wait to see her face when he sends her the video. He comes with her name on his lips, chanting: Kagome-sama.
Will she punish him for it?
Put him in his place right there at the restaurant?
He hopes so. Wants to see how she looks when she takes charge. Fuck, he is losing his mind.
A/N: I hope everyone had a wonderful week and I wish you a wonderful week ahead. Can't believe it is like 10 nights until Christmas and I have no decorations up besides the tree and even that isn't decorated. Been dealing with ear infections since November (My kid) so it's been a little rough over here, but I'm hoping next year will be better.
Take care of yourselves! Stay hydrated and enjoy the little warmth we have now until the snow comes in.