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You're Mine	By : kittenchild Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 19962 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter Fourteen:
“Ms. Higurashi,” The Doctor sighed, using a long forefinger to push his wire rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose. His solemn gaze bored straight into her, making her heart race with anxiety. Sitting on the cool faux leather of the examination chair, her hands tucked tight between her knees and her shoulders hunched forward almost protectively, Kagome had never felt so vulnerable in her life. The paper gown she wore crinkled loudly in the oppressive silence of the room as she shifted uncomfortably.
“This is very rare indeed. And, I’m afraid in this case, that is not a good thing.”
Kagome felt her stomach drop at his words. Her belly, slightly distended, was still cool from the goopy gel they had squirted there to take her ultrasound.
“What…” Kagome licked her dry lips, blinking hard as if that would dispel the rising fear. “What do you mean?”
The doctor sighed again, his gaze flickering away from her for the barest of moments.
“When a demon and a human…reproduce,” he cleared his throat, “very rarely is a pregnancy from such a union viable. There are almost always…difficulties. Difficulties that are potentially life threatening for the mother. The stronger the demon, the higher the chance of miscarriage or death. The raw, demonic, energy that a forming baby demon gives off in utero is often times too strong for a human body to handle. Even when the Mother carries to term, the offspring…”
He looked away again, pulling his glasses slowly off his face and wiping the lenses, as if that would somehow show him an easy way to break the news to her.
“The offspring of such a union do not usually survive, Ms. Higurashi. If they do, they are almost always deformed, sickly, their lives difficult. Perhaps if the father was involved,” He paused hopefully. But Kagome simply shook her head, tears burning in her eyes. “Ah, yes. It is as I thought. Well, without the presence of the father’s demonic aura to control the demonic energy of the babe, the likelihood of you carrying to term is very low. Without him involved, the likelihood of you surviving this pregnancy is also…very low.”
Kagome’s hands clenched, her fingers biting into the soft flesh of her inner thighs. Her baby? Could kill her?
“How low? Like, statistically what are we talking here?” Her voice came out croaked, hoarse.
“Of the babe surviving? Less than five percent. Of you surviving if you try to carry to term? Less than ten.”
The words fell like heavy stones against her chest. Her hands moved to cup her rounded stomach protectively.
“In this case, Ms. Higurashi, I strongly recommend a termination of the pregnancy. The procedure does not take very long, and it is better that we get you in sooner than-
“Kagome!” Ari threw a damp rag at her, which Kagome was only able to catch after a fumbling minute. “Pay attention, lady! The club is going to open soon.”
Ah, yes, the club. Just the thought of what she was doing tonight was enough to send severe anxiety thrumming through her veins. Her heart was beating furiously in her chest, and not for the first time tonight did she question how Ari was able to talk her into doing this.
Maybe it was her nerves that were bringing back bad memories of a time better forgotten. It had, after all, been five years since that day. Five years that had come and gone amazingly quick. No longer a scared 19 year old girl facing down the terrifying prospect of single motherhood alone, Kagome was stronger now than she was then. Wiser. Smarter. Her life had been a roadmap of struggle and heartbreak, but she had moved forward.
She went back to school, threw herself into her studies with an almost vicious abandon. For a while she had been torn between being a teacher or going to school for nursing. In the end, she followed her heart and pursued a career in the medical field. She was, and had been for two years now, a Registered Nurse. Kagome had plans to someday in the future go back to school and get her APRN. But that would take time and effort, which was something she simply did not have a lot of these days.
Between her late night shifts at the hospital and her responsibilities at home, Kagome didn’t have much of a social life to speak of. It had been far too long since she had last gone out with a friend for a drink, much less tried to pick up a guy. She was starting to get run down, ragged, and to be honest…desperate.
Which pretty much explained how she found herself in her current situation.
Despite the fact that Kagome no longer lived the sordid, racy, life she had once known as an eighteen year old girl, she had kept in touch with her old friends. Ari, whom she had met at the Golden Butterfly five years ago, had been a source of strength and support for her over the years. Ari still worked over at the strip club, the money was too good to turn down she would often say with a laugh and a shrug. Taking her clothes off and shaking her ass for a little cash had never bothered Ari the way it had bothered Kagome. Ari embraced her sexuality, and felt no shame in doing something she thoroughly enjoyed.
Over the years Ari had unearthed all of Kagome’s secrets. There weren’t many people in her life that knew of her somewhat seedy past, but Ari was one of them. Kagome loved that her friend never judged her, not even for a moment. When Ari had learned about everything that Sesshoumaru had put her through, and everything that had come after, she had turned red with anger. Kagome had practically seen the steam billowing out of her friend’s ears. It had taken an hour, and Kagome tackling Ari to the floor twice before she was able to convince her friend that slashing Sesshoumaru’s tires and taking a machete to his genitals was probably not a good idea. And not one that would work in any case, as Ari was entirely human, and Sesshoumaru was a full blooded demon.
So her friend Ari knew all her dirty secrets, every last one of them. She also knew that it had been years since Kagome had been with anyone (where was the time?) and that Kagome had a definite itch that needed to be scratched. Ari, it seemed, also knew exactly what kind of itch Kagome had down to the damn flavor.
“Vanilla sex is not for you, honey.” Ari chided one night not too long ago. “You’re just not into that shit. That’s why you were so confused about dick-face. He was giving you something you needed. No, we aren’t going to pick up a guy for you at a bar. You’re coming with me to The Club.”
The Club, it turned out, was not one Kagome had ever heard of. Nor would she have ever heard of it, if not for Ari. It was a private club, one that was almost impossible to gain admittance to. The club fees themselves were so expensive as to be completely laughable. You had to come from some serious money in order to be a member there.
The club was so off the map, that it didn’t even have a name. Its denizens simply called it “The Club”. The Club was a BDSM club. Just the thought of it sent a mixture of nervous heat skidding down her spine.
Ari was a member at the club, and not because she was rich. No, her club fees had been waived. The club needed servers. Women and men who would grab drink orders, and whatever else the club’s Dom’s needed. Wiping down the equipment, sanitizing the stations, grabbing blankets, water, and snacks for other subs and Doms were all part of Ari’s responsibilities. Ari loved it. She loved helping people anyway, and after her shift was over she got to play with some of society’s most elusive and domineering men. She had gotten Kagome a temporary position there, after much string-pulling and wheedling on her part.
“Hey, fresh meat, you ready?” The barback, an American that went by the name of Joey, shouted across the room at her.
Kagome had spent the last three days in training (her evenings were spent at the hospital) with Ari and the rest of the serving subs here. They had shown her the ropes, both literally and figuratively.
The Club was made up of three levels. The first level, the one that you first saw when you walked through the front door, was where the main bar area was. There was a dance floor, a bar, and music both live and DJ’d (depending on the night). The lighting was soft here, not dark and flashy like some other clubs she had been to in the past. It was also tastefully decorated, a tribute to the type of wealthy clientele the club entertained. This was where Kagome would be working, serving drinks to both subs and Doms alike.
The upper floors housed the “theme- rooms”. This level was guarded at all times, and one needed special permission from the owner to enter the upper level. There were rules too. People who had been drinking were not allowed upstairs. Only experienced and vetted Doms could take a submissive into one of the rooms. Ari explained that there were a lot of creeps out there who went around masquerading as a Dom, and wouldn’t respect a safe-word if they had to. The Club tried to make sure that these types of people never made it past their front door, but sometimes no amount of background checks could weed the bad ones out. Hence the burly upstairs guards Norio and Teru. Kagome had met them twice so far, and rather liked the gruff men. They didn’t say much, they weren’t paid to shoot the shit, but Kagome could tell they cared and took their job seriously.
“Totally Doms.” Ari had nudged her in the ribs and given her a saucy wink. “They don’t play here though, mores the shame. I’d love to get me a mouthful of the twin towers.”
Kagome had turned red at her friend’s brazen attitude toward sex, much to the delight of the other subs around her. It soon became a game to see who could make the newbie blush. A game that nearly every server at the club had won…at least a few times. Kagome, it seemed, was an easy mark.
“You’re too easy!” Ari had said on a laugh. “Some of the Doms here are going to love you.” Which was kinda what Kagome was worried about. She’d seen the “Dungeon” on the basement level, which had put Sesshoumaru’s personal dungeon to shame. There had been all sorts of equipment in the large, open room. Saint Andrews crosses, spanking benches, mechanical contraption that looked both intriguing and terrifying at the same time. There were stocks, chains and swings dangling from the ceiling. The dungeon was huge, an open area that stretched across the entire expanse of the basement. Depending on which direction one wandered in, you were bound to see different things. One area of the dungeon was set up as a medieval torture chamber, one set up like the inside of a barn complete with hay bales, another area set up like a Doctor’s exam room, and another as an office. There were dozens of little “scene spaces” as Ari liked to call them, in the dungeon. Nothing was private down there, Kagome noticed almost immediately. Wherever you were in the dungeon, someone could always be watching you.
“Well, that’s kinda the point, silly.” Ari had chided her. “There’s a few reason why it’s all out in the open like that. The first being for your safety.”
“Safety?”
“Yup.” Ari had said with a nod. “They have dungeon monitors here, you’ll notice the black sashes they wear, that patrol the dungeon to make sure that everyone is following the rules, and no one is getting hurt…well, the type of hurt that they don’t want.”
“How do they know? I mean, how do they differentiate between good hurt and bad?”
“Everyone has a safe word, The Club’s safe word is ‘Red’. As soon as that word is spoken, everything stops. The scene is over. A safe word here is sacred, you don’t fuck with it, which is why we have the dungeon monitors to ensure that everyone is being safe and consensual. Sometimes a sub is gagged, and usually the dom and the sub will agree on a hand signal or gesture that means ‘red’. It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes shitty doms will steam roll over a sub. Won’t listen when they call red or use their hand signal, and keep going with the scene. That’s why we have dungeon monitors. If they see a sub in duress, or hear them use a safe word, then they are there to help stop the scene. Dom’s that don’t respect a safeword aren’t allowed to play here. There are no second chances with that shit.”
Kagome had felt a little better after hearing that. She had nothing to compare BDSM with except for her time with Sesshoumaru. And there certainly had not been a safeword then. If she were to be honest with herself, though, Sesshoumaru had never really pushed her past her limits. Sure he pressed them, tested them, and their relationship wasn’t exactly what she would call consensual by any stretch of the imagination, but he had never really…hurt her. Badly. If anything, all the spankings and the humiliation he had dished out…it only made her hungry for more. It was a good thing she had decided to walk away all those years ago. Being addicted to Sesshoumaru, who clearly had cared very little for her, had been dangerous on many levels.
“But if a sub is gagged, how do the monitors know…”
Ari snorted. “Only like…the elite of Doms become Dungeon monitors. These guys have been in the game for years, they know their shit. They just fuckin’ know when a sub is being pushed past her limits. Some sort of Dom juju I guess, combined with body language.”
Well, that didn’t sound too reassuring, Kagome had thought wryly. She made a mental note to never let anyone at the club gag her. She was not going to be taking any chances.
Sometimes Kagome couldn’t believe that she had even agreed to this. It was completely out of character for her. She was a nurse, for chrissakes. What was she doing exploring this raunchy, dark, and gritty side to her nature? This was the type of thing that people didn’t admit to in private, let alone in public.
But here she was, dressed in a far too short skirt and teddy, the majority of her skin bare and leaving nothing to the imagination. She walked around in a slinky red pair of fuck-me-pumps (courtesy of Ari) that matched the exact shade of red that was slicked across her lips. The last time she had been so indecently dressed was…well…five years ago.
Kagome clutched the damp rag tightly in her fists as she went through the motions of wiping down the bar. Tonight she would be working alongside Ari, shadowing her through her shift. It was a great way to meet the club members and potential play partners. At least, that’s what Ari had told her.
Kagome wasn’t so sure. About any of this. A sex club? It seemed a little…well...
How could she explain her need to explore this part of herself, when she barely understood it herself? Sure, she had gone online and done her research. She had talked to Ari about all the particulars involved in a D/S relationship. But to find herself in a club, dressed to play the part? Kagome didn’t know what to make of it. She wanted to be here, but at the same time she was terrified of what she’d discover. What if she actually really liked this stuff. Having sex in public was so, so, not her thing. And some of the things that were involved with BDSM were just…downright scary. What did that say about her as a person?
Shaking off her thoughts as if that could chase the doubts away, Kagome picked pushed away from the bar and tried to prepare herself mentally for what would lay ahead. By the amused looks on the other server’s faces, she wasn’t doing too good of a job at hiding her nerves.
~
When the first club members started rolling in, Kagome was so nervous her hands were shaking. She kept her eyes down, her cheeks stained a permanent pink, and spoke in clipped monosyllable words. Ari thought it was hilarious, and like a true friend, took every opportunity to introduce an uncharacteristically shy Kagome to every single person who walked into the front door.
“Good evening, Sir. May I get you a drink? And also may I introduce our newest server, Kagome.” Ari would then take the drink order and bustle off down the bar, leaving Kagome red faced and stammering in her wake. By the second hour, Kagome was able to come out of her shell a little, and no longer hid behind Ari like a frightened mouse. She greeted the Doms and subs that approached the bar, and got them drinks. Many of the subs, Kagome couldn’t help but notice, only drank water or seltzer, abstaining from any sort of alcoholic beverage.
Everyone was friendly, polite, and not at all like she pictured they would be in her head. Kagome wasn’t sure what she was imagining, but there were all sorts of doms and subs here. There were some who were dressed exactly how she had thought they would be. Leather, leather and more leather. Then there were the doms who were in suits, and the subs who were dressed in cocktail dresses or button down shirt and tie. There were couples that came in wearing jeans and dress shirts, or t-shirts. It was a wide, eclectic mix of people, who were there to socialize with their like-minded peers.
Kagome found the subs the easiest to talk to. They were less gruff than the stereotypical dom. And they seemed more sympathetic. By the end of the night she had met a good number of people, made quite a few friends, and gotten some offers to scene after her shift was over. Kagome had stammered her excuses. She wasn’t comfortable enough yet to trust a complete stranger with her body. Ari assured her that that was normal. Most people got to know each other first before they began playing together. When their shift at the bar ended, Ari was more than happy to take Kagome down stairs for a look at how the club operated while there were actually couples in it.
Kagome couldn’t help but be amazed at the wide variety of people here. Sure, they must all have been super rich in order to afford the club fees, but there were people here of all ages and races. Her eyes widened at the sight of a 70 year old woman, dressed in Domme attire, with a considerably younger man kneeling at her feet. There were straight couples, gay couples, and definitely some ménages. Kagome and Ari stumbled upon quite a few three or moresome scenes in the dungeon. Ari had to tug gently on Kagome’s elbow to get her moving again, laughing at Kagome’s wide eyed stare the entire time.
“Jesus girl, you’d think you’ve never seen sex before. You used to work at a strip club, remember.”
Kagome gave Ari a wry look as she tried (and failed) to wipe the doe eyed expression off her face. It had been years since Kagome had even entertained the thought of having sex. After Sesshoumaru, she hadn’t been able to look at other men. Not because he scarred her, or because she was afraid of them, but because she…just wasn’t interested. For all of his faults, Sesshoumaru was a fine specimen of masculinity. He was tall, broad shouldered, so freaking handsome it made her eyes cross, with strong, large, hands that could be deceptive gentle. There hadn’t been a man since that really compared to him. Certainly not one that made Kagome turn her head and stare. She hated that she was so hung up on him, that her libido acted like he was the greatest thing since sliced bread. Time and distance had finally allowed her to entertain the thought of trying to meet someone and connect.
Hopefully they would be able to give her what Sesshoumaru could not; commitment, love, and respect. Kagome wiped away the suddenly dark thoughts that tried to cast a pall over her mood. Instead she focused on listening to Ari, observing the many and varied scenes going on around her, and trying not to blush too much.
By the end of the night Kagome had seen quite a bit.
“So?” Ari asked, an elbow nudging gently into Kagome’s ribs as they walked towards Ari’s car at the end of the night. It was autumn now, and the night (or early morning if you wanted to get technical) was cold and brisk. The last vestiges of summer warmth sucked away. Kagome closed her eyes and inhaled the crisp air into her lungs, a wistful smile playing across her lips.
“I think…it’s worth exploring.” She finally conceded, after Ari pointedly cleared her throat. Glancing over at her friend Kagome saw a flash of teeth and a broad smile.
“That’s my girl.”
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2 Months Later
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“I think you should let Sen fuck you.” Ari murmured, smacking her lips as she applied a fresh coat of red lipstick. The women’s changing room was all but vacant, as the majority of the clubs members and guests had not yet arrived for the night.
Kagome sighed and shook her head, her hands making quick work of her stockings which her nimble fingers then attached to the lacy black garter belt she wore.
“You think I should let everybody fuck me.” Kagome grumbled under her breath, rising up to stand steady in her black pumps. Her hair was pulled back into a long braid behind her, her lips glossed a sweet pink, and her eyes smudged with kohl liner.
She had only worked at the club for a couple of months now, but she took to the role beautifully. Kagome embraced her body, lost her shyness (though she never took her clothes off completely), and engaged others actively in conversation.
She embraced the part of her that had shamed her for the past five years. Made her feel bad about her desires and needs. It definitely helped to see that there were so many people out there, like herself, who had the same needs and wants. It made her feel…comfortable.
“I don’t think you should fuck everyone,” Ari rolled her eyes, even as a smirk pulled at the corner of her lips “I just think you need to fuck someone. I mean, it is a sex club, Kagome. You’re working for your membership…and you’re not doing anything with it. Basically, you’re working for free.”
Kagome snorted, walking over to stand beside Ari at the mirror. Maybe she was right. How could she admit to Ari what she couldn’t even admit to herself, though? As much as working at the club did it for her, there wasn’t a dom here that she really wanted. The only man her body craved was the man her heart and mind would never let her touch again. No one could compare to him. None could captivate her as he once had. Kagome had tried to submit to other men. But as soon as they touched her, her skin began to crawl and any trace of desire drained from her body.
“I let Master Kan scene with me,” Kagome reminded Ari.
“Yes, let’s not forget that fiasco.” Ari grumped, a smirk pulling at her lips. “I’ve never seen someone get so red in the face.” Unfortunately, Ari wasn’t talking about the good kind of red. Master Kan had been so furious with Kagome, that by the end of the brutally short and awkward scene, his face has resembled a tomato.
Kagome shrugged. It wasn’t as if she had purposely tried to anger the Dom. She couldn’t help the way her body felt, or in his case, hadn’t felt. Anyone with two eyes in their head could see that Kagome was a sub. A sweet one, that genuinely liked to help. Mastering her, however, had turned into a bit of a competition among The Club’s Doms. So far, no one had been able to make her fully submit. Sure, she’d bow her head, let them play with her body, but none of them had been able to rouse her. She was earning the name “Ice Princess” around the club, much to her consternation. Most of the Doms simply gave up halfway through the scene. No one had been able to get inside her head far enough to take her to subspace. At least, that’s what they said the problem was. Kagome knew the truth.
None of them were Sesshoumaru.
Her hands briefly curled into tight fists at her sides before she forced them to relax. She hated that she was still hung up on that prick. That her body betrayed her time and time again. Sometimes, late at night, she imagined going to him. Showing up at his house, his work, sliding into his car as it was pulling away from the curb. Then her body would flush with shame and anger as she remembered the last time she had tried to do that, and how badly it had ended. Her desire for him was unhealthy. She hated that prick, and wanted him so badly that the contrasts were slowly driving her insane.

Four years. It had been four years since she had last seen his face. Almost five years since she had last felt his touch. At night she dreamed of him, dreamed of his hands on her body, his mouth pressing against her lips. She woke up, every morning, flushed with sweat and arousal, an unbearable ache between her legs.
She was sick of it. Sick of her body’s betrayal. Sick of her desire for a man she shouldn’t want, and couldn’t have.
Which was why she was actually participating in tonight’s event at The Club. The Sinderella was an event that took place about twice a year. Many of the members, both taken and single, looked forward to it, and the shenanigans that took place during it were often discussed with fond smiles and laughter.
Basically, with a kinky twist on the classic tale, any sub was allowed to participate in the event. They would be blindfolded and bound, completely vulnerable. During the course of the evening different doms would approach the sub of their choice for some kinky play. If the sub didn’t like the current set of hands on his or her body, or wanted to see what else was out there, they could call red. The scene would end, and the next would-be-suitor(tress) would approach. Eventually the sub would find a match (the Dom who fit their glass slipper), and allow the scene to play out in full.
The singles loved it as a way to meet new partners. The couples loved it, as it was always exciting to guess which pair of hands belonged to your lover, and which to a stranger. Ari was a huge fan of the event for the sole purpose of all the free orgasms she got by the end of the night.
“Last time, no kidding, it was 23. 23 orgasms, Kagome. Shit, I couldn’t stand for hours afterwards.”
Kagome smirked.
Tonight was going to be fun.
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Kagome shivered, gooseflesh prickling on her arms and down her spine as another cool gust from the AC unit blew past. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh, tortured moans and statacco screams and cries rang through the large space that was the dungeon.
About thirty subs had shown up to the event tonight, heads bowed and eager smiles on their faces as they were chained to the ceiling or draped over the equipment. Twice as many Doms had shown up as well, lingering on the far reaches of the dungeon, watching with amusement as the giggling subs were restrained and blindfolded.
Kagome’s wrists had been bound together with rope, then pulled up over her head so that she stood with her back arched and the bottoms of her feet slightly raised. The muscles in her legs trembled as she waited for the next pair of hands to glide over her body, the next mouth to work to lick and nip her. So far she had had about twelve different Doms approach her. The last one had made it to the fifteen minute mark before Kagome had called red.
The only reason she knew that was because the resulting cheer in the background, and the good hearted chuckles and back slaps, let her know that Ren had made it the longest.
“Wow, a full fifteen minutes with the Ice Princess, Ren. That’s got to be a record.” One of the Dom’s chuckled good naturedly.
Kagome kept her head bowed and her body relaxed so that they couldn’t see the hurt their words caused. It wasn’t as if she wanted to reject everyone. More than anything she wanted a Dom she could submit to, someone who could make her feel. Ren came pretty close. He touched her in all the right places, used just enough force with those strong hands of his, his words were right and his tone…it sent shivers down his spine.
But something was missing. He didn’t make her pant, didn’t make her tremble with desire.
Almost an hour into the event…and Kagome knew that this was a mistake. She had put herself out there in hopes of finding someone, and so far all she had managed to do was showcase how no one could make her happy. There would be no prince with a glass slipper for her, no wonder Dom that could stir her. Maybe she was broken.
Her jaw clenched as tears burned behind her tightly shut eyes. Lucky for her, the blindfold covering them would hide her tears from all those nosy Doms out there. If she showed even a hint of weakness they’d crawl over themselves to get her down and out of the event. They’d sit her in a corner, wrap her in a blanket, and hold her until her crying stopped. Which was nice…but not what she wanted. Or needed. No what she needed was-
A hard handed fisted in the long hair at the nape of her neck, jerking her head back and baring her throat. Kagome’s lips parted in a startled rush, her breath suspended, as the owner of that hand pulled her back farther, arching her spine and making her breasts thrust out obscenely.
The teddy she had chosen so painstakingly tonight was already in disarray. One breast was bared, the lace pulled down by the last Dom to touch her. She was sure that would be the first place this Dom would go. Her spine was already starting to stiffen in response to what she anticipated to be a rough caress.
Instead, she shivered as she felt his hot breath on the back of her neck, his lips brushing over the tender skin there. Instantly Kagome felt her spine relax, melt away, as he tenderly moved his lips up and down the column of her neck in hot bites and little kisses. To her shock, she felt the first stirring of lust, of desire, and didn’t bother to stop the low, almost inaudible, moan that trickled past her parted lips.
His hand stayed fisted in her hair, pulling her back against a hard and hot body. Her bare flesh scraped against the rough fabric of his jeans. His other hand moved down to grab her hip, pulling her roughly against the evidence of his arousal. Kagome bit down on her lower lip as heat gathered in her belly. She couldn’t stop the soft gasps that escaped her as the hand on her hip travelled slowly up her rib cage to cup her naked breast. Hard fingers, biting fingers, massaged the tender flesh there. Capturing her already peaked nipple and tugging mercilessly upon it until Kagome was whimpering and wriggling against him. Sharp teeth bit down on her shoulder, stilling her thrashing form, and making her cry out in a mixture of pain and arousal. Between the hand in her hair pulling her back, and the teeth on her shoulder forcing her still, Kagome felt pinned. Trapped. She knew she could call red at any second and it would stop. He, whoever he was, would step away and go back out into the masses.
But to her shock and delight…she didn’t want it to stop. She wanted to be mastered, she craved the pain. So with a sharp twist of her hips she ground herself against him, pressing her hips back against his, and by doing so she was telling him exactly what she wanted and where she wanted him to be. The sooner the better. Immediately she felt the hand on her breast fall away, the hand at the nape of her neck loosened it’s grip as the owner stepped back and away from her body.
Was she being rejected? Kagome’s breath froze in her chest as shame made her body flush red. She knew that some Doms, most Doms, didn’t like when a sub “topped” from the bottom.
“Sorry, Sir.” Kagome whispered the words, her flushed body feeling suddenly cold and intensely vulnerable. A few moments passed in silence before a strong hand cupped her jaw, pulling her bowed head up and tilting it backwards. The touch was tender and strong. And it made Kagome yearn. She wanted to be good. She wanted to please the man who stirred her arousal as no one else had. A calloused thumb brushed against the soft petal of her lower lip, trailing back and forth until her lips parted in invitation. It pressed inside the cavern of her mouth, against her tongue. Instinctively Kagome sucked, her cheeks heating at the pleased rumble of her Dom.
A moment later her body was jerked forward as his other hand fisted in the fabric of her teddy, and tore it violently from her body. She felt the scraps of lace and satin fall to the floor at her feet, leaving her completely bare except for the slim black thong she wore. She could feel his eyes upon her bare form as if they were a physical caress. The heat in his gaze blistered her body, sending a rush of wet warmth between her thighs. His harsh exhale sent her body to trembling, her nipples tightening into pinpricks of want and desire.
She needed to feel his hands on her, wanted his touch so badly she ached. This, this, was what she had been searching for. Kagome’s cheeks hollowed as she ran her tongue along his thumb, sucking the digit further into her mouth. She imagined it was his cock instead that she was working over, and another wave of heat burned in her belly.
She startled as her legs were jerked open and upwards, swinging around his hips as he wedged himself between her thighs. Kagome whimpered as he jerked his thumb out of her mouth and replaced it with the crash of his lips against hers, the warmth of his tongue invading the cavern of her mouth.
Kagome felt caught, captured, helpless in her desire for him. She slackened her mouth, her spine softening beneath the lash of his lips and tongue. His fingers dug into her hips, pulling her flush against the hard ridge of him. Kagome cried out as her soft and tender flesh was pushed roughly against rough denim. She flushed with embarrassment because she knew, without looking, that his jeans would be stained with the almost sloppy wetness that was seeping from between her thighs.
His other hand moved up to massage her breasts, rough fingers tweaking her nipples as his hips ground hard and hot against her. Her arms were still raised up above her head, her body vulnerable to his every desire. She moaned and writhed in his hold, the temperature in her body burning as desire flooded her system. Fuck! This! This is what she had been waiting for. His mouth capturing hers, his hard fingers biting and punished, twisting her taut nipple with an almost cruel abandon. His hips surged and rubbed hard between her thighs, making her pant and moan with a reckless abandon. She was so close, so close to the edge that she was almost crying with a mixture of need and relief.
His mouth pulled away from hers as her body stiffened with impending climax. She cried out, loud and wild, as his damp lips trailed across her ear, his hot breath fanning there.
“Come for me, bitch.”
Kagome came. In a chaos of emotions , she came harder than she ever had before. Trembling, screaming, her back arching as she jerked helplessly against him, she came.
And by the end of it, when she was nothing more than a shaking puddle, she jerked away from him.
“Red. Red, Red, RED!” The panicked scream was torn from her. Instantly she felt him release her, step away, as new bodies took his place. Soothing hands touched her arms, pulling the ropes from her wrists and placing her gently on the ground.
And as the blindfold was torn from her eyes, Kagome looked up and knew what she was going to see.
Smoldering gold eyes clashed with her dazed brown orbs. There was the softest hint of a smirk on that arrogant face. A face that hadn’t aged a day since the last time they met. His eyes were hot with desire, not cold as glacier chips…the way they had been the last time she’d seen them.
It had taken her a few weeks to work up the courage to go see him. Their last meeting had ended on anything but good terms. Her flight, his rage. The echoes of his roar still raced through her mind every night before she fell asleep. Not that she really ever slept anymore. She was plagued with worry and dark dreams. She hadn’t slept well since…well, since she had last been in his arms. Under his control.
She had every intention of staying away from the arrogant Lord Sesshoumaru. He was a user, an asshole. She knew that he would chew her up and spit her out without a second thought. It had been a good decision to turn away from him. One she hadn’t regretted, wouldn’t regret. That is, until the morning sickness started.
Even then, even as she was throwing up every morning, and late at night, she hadn’t wanted to believe it was true. How could she possibly be pregnant? It was nearly impossible for a demon to have a baby, to impregnate a woman. It was why such a long lived species was so rare. Demons were known for being promiscuous. After all, it wasn’t as if they could catch any typical human diseases or STDs, and the chances of them fathering children were literally like one and one million.
And yet…here she was. Sick to her stomach, bone tired and weary, and avoiding foods she had loved since childhood. Going down to the drugstore to buy a pregnancy test had been humiliating. Peeing onto the little stick had been nerve racking. She had watched with morbid fascination as the blue line slowly formed in the window. Hope filled her heart. One line across meant not pregnant. That hope was quickly dashed as a faint blue vertical line began to appear behind the first.
“Fuck.”
There had been tears. There had been grief and anger. Fear. Should she keep it? Could she? What would Mama say? Her friends? Would she be kicked out of school?
…should she tell him?
At the end of the day, no matter how she felt about him, Kagome was a good person. She knew what having a child would mean to a demon like Sesshoumaru. She didn’t know how he would feel about a half human child. He was purist, a stuck up demon who was constantly belittling Inuyasha for his human weakness. And yet…Kagome didn’t think he would turn his back on a child. On HIS child.
She had been wrong. So wrong.
She had shown up at his office. Had waited for hours to see him, as he refused every single call she made and every effort to set up a meeting. When she went into the building she had been immediately escorted out. So a little over two months pregnant, Kagome had waited outside for a chance to see him. The weather had been mild that day, the sun bright in a cloudy sky. When she saw Sesshoumaru walk out the front door, her heart had surged despite her minds warning to be wary. To safe guard her heart and her feelings. And she had been right. Because on his arm was the most gloriously beautiful woman Kagome had ever seen. She was everything that Kagome wasn’t. Blonde, blue eyed, tall and graceful with large breasts and wide hips. She sashayed next to Sesshoumaru, aloof and cool, the both of them a matched set of perfection.
“Sesshoumaru!” Kagome cried out, shocked at her brazenness, shocked that she still reached out to him after her heart was breaking in two. “Wait! I need to talk to you!”
Sesshoumaru turned, just as he opened the door to his limo and escorted the beautiful woman inside. His cold amber gaze met hers, freezing her to the core. There was no care, no affection in that gaze. There was no hate or anger, or even dislike. It was as if she didn’t truly exist to him. As if she meant absolutely nothing.
“I already know what you came here to say, Kagome. And I do not care. I want nothing to do with you or your family. The next time you set foot on my property, you will not enjoy the repercussions. Leave.”
Blinded by tears, she almost didn’t see him turn away.
“I am pregnant!” She shouted after him. She watched his shoulders tense. Saw him pause. And then he laughed. The sound was cold and mocking.
“You are disgusting.” Sesshoumaru’s voice lashed into her, sharp as any whip. “Abort it, then, Kagome. I will not father any of your bastards.”
And then he turned away, climbed into the limo, and left her there standing shell shocked and pale in front of his building.
Kagome had walked home that day slowly, and in a daze. The father of her child…wanted nothing to do with her or his baby. He wanted to be rid of it…and her. Pain lashed her heart. The ache of which, as the years passed, never went away.
“Kagome, are you okay? What’s wrong with her?” The concern in Ari’s voice snapped her back to the present. She felt warms hands touching her bare skin, a blanket being pulled over her shoulders and covering her from curious eyes. Tears flooded her eyes, and it took a great effort on her part to blink them back, blink them away.
Because there, standing not ten feet away, was Sesshoumaru. Watching. Cold. Waiting. Waiting for what?
Kagome didn’t know, and she didn’t care. She turned to Ari and smiled. “I’m fine, just a little…shocked I guess. I…I need to go home. You stay and have fun, okay?”
Ari, and none of the Doms of the club, believed the lie for even a second. But Kagome was done being mastered, done being made vulnerable. She brushed past them, ignored the concerned voices and reaching hands. She raced into the locker room and all but jumped into her clothes. Her body was still singing from the powerful orgasm he had given her, but now it was flushed with shame and betrayal.
She hated him. How dare he?
Eyes burning with angry tears, Kagome could think of nothing but putting as much distance between herself and The Club as possible. She had been foolish. She had thought she was safe here. She wasn’t. She hadn’t been.
Swallowing back a smorgasbord of confusing feelings, Kagome grabbed her duffle bag and ducked out the side door. It was an exit mainly used by employees only, as it lead directly to the back employee parking lot. Kagome jumped into her car, locked the doors, and turned the key in the ignition.
Old Faithful roared to life. She flicked her lights on, put her car into gear, and had to almost immediately slam on the breaks. Standing in front of her vehicle, silhouetted by the light, was Sesshoumaru’s tall and arrogant form. She could feel his stare from here, feel his weighty gaze. She saw his mouth move, though she couldn’t hear his voice. She didn’t need to.
“Mine.”
Kagome gritted her teeth, put the car back into gear, and hit the gas. The bastard was a demon. He could move the fuck out of the way, or get run over. She didn’t give a shit.
As she raced away (Sesshoumaru had leapt out of the way in order to avoid becoming road kill) all she could think about was the last time they met. The last words he had said to her, and the humiliating way he had made her come. In front of complete strangers…with such little effort on his part that it was almost laughable.
After everything he had put her through, all of her struggles, to show up at The Club…he knew who she was. And he had gone after her anyway.
The injustice of it made her want to cry. But she refused. She was so done crying over him. She relaxed a little as she turned onto her street. She forced the stiffness from her shoulders, pushed her anger down and away. She jerked the jeep to a screeching halt and climbed out into the cool night air. Slamming her door behind her, she made her way towards the endless stairs that lead to the Higurashi home and shrine. She just needed to get some rest, a warm bed and some sleep, and she would be able to put this all behind her. Put HIM behind her. Kagome closed her eyes against the lie, struggling to contain her raging her emotions. Her heartbeat. She couldn’t let her family see her like this. Couldn’t let them see her in pain. As she made her way to the top step, the climb burning off a lot of her angry energy, a weird sixth sense made the fine hairs on the nape of her neck rise. She stepped aside just as Sesshoumaru appeared, flushed and angry. His golden eyes were snapping fire at her and normally placid face was twisted into an angry sneer.
Yeah, well, he could join the club.
“Kagome.” Her name had been growled, his tone indicating that he was holding onto his control by a thread.
“Get off of my property, Sesshoumaru.” Kagome jerked her chin up, her hands curled into fists at her sides.
“Your property?” He sneered, and in a flash had her by the wrist, pulling her struggling form to his chest. “Everything you have is because of me. You…belong to me. There is no use in fighting it. No use in trying to run away from the truth. You are mine, as you have always been from the first moment we met.”
“I do not belong to you or anyone, you over grown ape!” Kagome barked the words, struggling futilely in his hold. Trying to escape the comforting heat of him, the hot press of his chest, the hard band on his hands that trapped her against him. She would be a liar if she said she didn’t miss it. Didn’t miss him.
And she hated herself for it.
“You belong to me, Kagome. I will never, never let you go. I was a fool to think I could.”
Dread pooled in her stomach. Would he blackmail her again? Ruin her career? Hurt her family? God, he was such a prick. A conceited-
“Let go of my mama!” A small blur with wind milling arms rushed Sesshoumaru’s legs. She felt him stiffen, felt the shock ripple through his body as her four year old daughter sank her teeth into his calf and bit down.
“No, Mei! It’s alright, calm down. He’s not hurting mommy. It’s okay!” Kagome struggled against Sesshoumaru, trying to free herself so that she could capture the kicking, biting, protective form of her only daughter. Mei’s brown eyes were alight with a stubborn fire all of their own. Her teeth were sunk firmly into Sesshoumaru’s leg, her small legs wrapped tightly around his ankles.
Small, too small the doctors said, dark haired Mei was the spitting image of her mother…save for the exotic shape to her eyes.
“What…what is this?” The soft rumble of Sesshoumaru’s voice sent Kagome’s hackles rising. She jerked free of his distracted form, stumbling backward. With a swiftness born out of concern and panic, Kagome scooped Mei up and away. Holding onto an enraged four year old was not an easy task, but she managed it.
“It’s okay, baby. Mama’s okay. He wasn’t hurting me. Shh,” Kagome soothed her daughter, rubbing her hand up and down Mei’s back and she sidled away from Seshoumaru, at the confusion that was blooming in his eyes.
“Yes he was Mama, I saw him.” Her protective little daughter growled. Which was impressive, considering that she was entirely human.
“Kagome…is that…is she…” Sesshoumaru, stuttered, at a loss for words. It was the first time she had ever seen him speechless.
“Go Sesshoumaru, there is nothing for you here.”

“Is that him, Mama?” A new voice, small and uncertain, asked. Kagome flinched. She should have known. If Mei was here, than Maru wouldn’t be far behind. She watched as Sesshoumaru’s eyes flickered over her shoulder and then widened. His nostrils flared, and shock washed over his face.
She knew, without turning, what he would see. Standing behind her was Maru. If Mei was the spitting image of Kagome, then Maru was the same to Sesshoumaru. Every bit his father’s son, Maru stood beneath the light of the moon. Only four years old, he was as tall as a six year old. His silver tresses were cut just below his ear, the long bangs falling into his intelligent golden eyes. Unlike his father, Maru had an expressive face. She didn’t want to turn around to see the look of betrayal on it. For the past year, ever since he had been curious enough to ask after his father, Kagome had told him that Sesshoumaru was gone. Away. That he was never coming back.
This was too cruel for the son that wanted nothing more than a father’s affection. Kagome wasn’t blind to the fact that Maru would often stare after other children with their fathers on the playground. His expressive gaze unerringly finding the father and son pairs and watch them hungrily.
“Maru…”Kagome trailed off with a sigh.
“Keh, who cares who he is. Just a stinky old dirt faced demon. Make him go ‘way mama. Or Imma bite him!” The furious little growl came from her right. And Kagome sighed. Great. Where the hell was Souta and Gramps? The kids were supposed to be in bed, not roaming the property late at night.
“Three?” Sesshoumaru’s stunned whisper reached her ears, but not her heart.
Sessho, her most unruly child, had just arrived on the scene. She turned to see him in his airplane pajamas, his face twisted into a sneer that simply did not belong on a four year old boy’s face. The look was so reminiscent of his father that it made Kagome’s lips twitch into a half smile. Sessho was the perfect blend of both of his parents. He had his father’s stubborn jaw, his mother’s eyes, the aristocratic tilt to his nose that was pure Sesshoumaru. The cresecent moon that hung on his forehead was ruby red, and his silver, short cropped locks were run through with black highlights.
He was her half demon child, the one most likely to act out, and yet…the most easily hurt of them all. He was different, and he knew it. Not like his human sister, or his demon brother, he was the one who straddled both worlds but never truly fit in. Having his uncle Yash around had been a blessing in disguise.
“Kids, it’s time to go inside.”
“No!” Maru stomped his slipper clad foot, his eyes narrowing and his lower lip jutting out into a stubborn pout.
“Who is he? What is he doing here? Why does he smell…like me? Like…family?”
Sesshoumaru made a pained sound in the back of his throat, drawing Kagome’s eyes.
“How could you not tell me about them?” The anger in his whispered words, the sound of betrayal, had Kagome taking a step back, her spine stiffening in outrage.
“I did tell you about them, Sesshoumaru. Remember? And if I recall correctly, your exact words were to go and have…” Kagome paused, swallowing back her anger. She had learned a long time ago to be careful about what one said in front of her rather precocious children.
“You know what you told me to go do. As you can clearly see, I didn’t. We made it through, no thanks to you. And we’ve been doing fine since. Leave Sesshoumaru.”
“Oh, princess, I’m not leaving. Not now, not ever. I protect what’s mine.”
Kagome snorted, a challenge in her gaze.
“If you think that I will ever walk away from my family, from my children, you are sorely mistaken, princess. You are mine, and our children…” Sesshoumaru growled, his golden eyes snapping fire. “Our children belong with me.”
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