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You're Mine	By : kittenchild Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 19962 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, and I make no profit off of this story.

Chapter List
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I do not own Inuyasha, or any of the wonderful characters therein. I just like to play with them ^^
Author’s Note:
I am so sorry that it took me so very long to update this fic. It was something I was struggling with for a while. I finally managed to bang out this chapter, but I cant help but feel like the characters are..well, out of freaking character. Gah! If I tried to rewrite it again it would never get updated. If this chapter seems a little disjointed…it’s because I wrote part of it in June, and the other half in December.
Thank you to everyone who reviewed. I appreciate the time you take to leave a positive (or even critical) review.
With THAT said, I would also like to warn you all that this fic has…darker themes. There is definitely some non-consensual sort of consensual stuff that is going to go on in here. There will be BDSM themes (but not true bdsm, as that requires consent and trust, a distinction I feel needs to be made), maybe some threesomes (I haven’t decided yet) definitely some bondage, some smut…and definitely some spanking. If you like light and fluffy stuff, (which I have nothing against, btw) I don’t think this will be the fic for you.
Btw..does anyone know where I can get a beta? I've never had one before...and cant help but feel like I completely overuse commas. A lot. lol
Enjoy!
Chapter Three:
So the ice prince wanted a show did he? Kagome couldn’t help the victorious gleam that entered her eyes, nor the way her mouth kicked up at very corners. She felt the music around her, flowing through her body, the beat of the drum turning into the beat of her heart. Shoes and socks toed off, she raised her gaze defiantly, with a sultry air, to stare at up at Sesshoumaru from behind the curtain of her bangs. She looked for all the world like a predator facing down her prey. A lesser man would, at the very least, be nervous. Sesshoumaru, however, looked completely nonplussed, a silver eyebrow arching in what could only be called bemusement.
She wanted to see him crack, to break. She wanted him to beg for it. Then and only then would she be able to walk away, leaving him alone and needing, her victory complete.
Her hips were already swaying with the beat as she began the long walk towards him. She moved with a feline grace, an added sway in her hips as she stalked him. Lazily, almost idly, her hands drifted down the sides of her body, caressing her curves, gliding and smoothing over her hips until her fingers were brushing against the hem of her shirt. In a deft and practiced move, Kagome stripped her shirt off and over her head in a bold, fluid movement, her back arching even as the shirt sailed across the room to land haphazardly on the floor. She paused in her gliding walk toward him, her legs spread apart, hands on her hips and chin thrust upward and out.
She was putting herself boldly on display, clad now in only a pair of well-worn jeans. Despite himself, Sesshoumaru had to suck in an appreciative breath at the sight of the confident young woman standing before him. Her bra was a soft, virginal, white and cupped her full and rounded breasts gently. He cursed mentally as the smirk grew on her face, and she tossed her head back, her hair whipping about her wildly, riotously. Seeing her there, barefoot and clad in only her bra and jeans, was inexplicably erotic.
And then she started moving, slow at first, but increasing in pace as the music pulsed and thrummed through the speakers. Her hips swiveled side to side, dipping down low to give him a generous view of her white cotton cupped breasts. Her hands were roving all over her body, dragging across the sleek smooth skin of her stomach, trailing upwards to dance over the curve of her breasts, sliding upwards toward her neck, brushing back her hair. Sesshoumaru couldn’t help the punch of lust that hit him squarely in the gut. This human female didn’t need a club, or a fancy outfit, she was made for sex. Made to entice, to tease.
And then she started to dance, her arms thrown wide as her entire body became an extension of the music pouring out of his speakers. He watched as she dipped and swirled, watched that jean clad ass swivel and bob as she danced around his living room, head thrown back and eyes closed as if in prayer. The way her body moved to the music was as if she was indeed paying homage to something or someone. She lost herself to the music, and it was for lack of a better word…entrancing.
Sesshoumaru almost didn’t notice when those slender hands fell to her hips, the long fingers flirting with the snap on her jeans. Golden eyes lazily drank up everything this human female had to offer, narrowing on those fingers in a sort of anticipation that was as foreign as it was refreshing.
And then she spun around, waggling a finger at him as she shot a superior look over her shoulder. Sesshoumaru was too distracted by the sweet, rounded, ass to be affronted. He arched a brow, shocked at his arousal as her thumbs hooked into the waistband of her jeans and began a slow, sultry, shimmying slide down her hips. She paused, casting another look over her shoulder as the jeans appeared to catch on the curve of her ass. Whatever she was looking for in his eyes, she found it. A smile stretched across her lips as she wriggled and writhed out of those jeans. Easily she stepped out of them, turning sharply to face him.
A thong. A white, little lacey scrap, was all that stood between Sesshoumaru and this girl’s feminine core. Never before had he felt a desire like this. A need to have another being, to have them submit to the beast that raged within. Visions of bending this little human over the arm of the couch and thrusting violently into her filled his mind’s eye. He could see her body, slick with sweat, could hear her ringing cries of pleasure and pain as he filled her deep, mercilessly, until she was nothing more than a slick, sated, mess.
Some of his intentions must have shown on his face, for Kagome wagged a finger at him, her lips twisted upward into a feminine smirk.
“Settle down. You asked me for a dance, and now you’re getting a dance.”
Sesshoumaru couldn’t help the small growl that rumbled in his chest, up his throat, and out of the corner of his mouth. She didn’t see the danger, didn’t seem to care if she angered him because she threw her head back and laughed boldly, her body turning and moving to the music. And then she was stalking toward him again, one long leg crossing over the other as she sashayed her way across the living room to his stiff form.
That damned smirk was still on her lips as she stood before him, nudging her way between his parted legs. He watched through narrowed eyes as she slowly, gracefully, brought her left leg up and over his leg, giving him a clear view of shapely calve and thigh, stomach, and the white lacy thong that did little to hide the glistening lips of her sex. She was so close to him that he could clearly smell her arousal, smell the sweet spice that lingered in the air around her and coated her feminine folds.
He had meant to shame her, meant for this to be a punishment to the girl who had been plaguing him for so long now. Clearly he had chosen the wrong method of punishment. This girl, this woman, loved to dance. She loved to tease. And stripping down and taunting him had made her wet.
Golden eyes narrowed in steely determination. He would allow her this one dance, this one time having the upper hand. And then her real punishment would begin. Before the night was over this woman would bow to him, beg, and completely submit to him. But first…
Kagome’s hands found his shoulders, her nails digging in slightly to the hard muscles there while her back arched like a bow, thrusting her breasts close to Sesshoumaru’s face. It was then that she reason seemed to catch up with her. What the hell was she doing? A sudden sense of vulnerability trailed it’s way up her spine. This wasn’t the club. Bankotsu and the crew weren’t there to back her up if she bit off more than she could chew. Glancing down at the nearly molten look in Sesshoumaru’s eyes Kagome realized that was exactly what she had just done. His head dipped towards her chest and she startled at the hot puff of his breath against her skin. Before his lips could make contact, she spun around, and tried to dance away, dropping down into a dip that showed off the enticing curve of her ass. It was a move meant to distract, to give her time to get away from him, to hide both her fear and her arousal.
The low growl was the only warning she had before hard, rough, fingers grabbed at her hips and drew her backward. An unforgiving hand twisted in the hair at the nape of her neck, arching her neck backward and bearing the slender column of her throat. Another arm banded around her torso, a large, strong hand reaching up to cup her breast as he bore her backwards against his chest.
Kagome let out a soft whine as the hand in her hair tightened. Hot, wet, lips brushed against her neck trailing down to her collarbone before nibbling their way back up to the shell of her ear.
“You think to hide from me, girl?” His voice was dark with menace and heavy with threat.
“N-No. Please, Sesshoumaru, let me go. You’re –ah!- hurting me.” Kagome half pleaded, half whined, while trying her best to wriggle out of his steely arms. There was a low growl right before the painful prick of teeth at her neck froze her struggling body. Despite herself, and much to her confusion, her nipples pebbled, puckering and pressing against the lace of her bra. Embarrassment had her flushing a bright red from her chest all the way to her cheeks.
“While you are in my home, you are under my control. You will never run from me, or try to hide from me. Trust me, girl, next time you will not enjoy the consequences.” The palm that covered her breast pulled away, drifting down.
“Spread your legs for me.” The command, hot and demanding, brushed against her neck. Instinctively Kagome’s thighs pressed together, her bottom lip captured between pearly white teeth. A sharp, stinging slap to her thigh was his swift retribution. Kagome let out a pained gasp, her eyes going wide with shock as her thighs parted as if on their own accord.
“When I tell you to do something, girl, you will do it immediately. No hesitation, no questions asked. As a matter of fact…”A hard smirk twisted over his lips as he breathed gently against the shell of her ear. “You will respond with a ‘Yes, sir’. If you really want to be in my good graces, a ‘Yes, my lord’ will suffice. Is that clear?”
Kagome sputtered her indignation, confused, affronted, and not entirely sure if he was kidding. Another sharp slap to her inner thigh had her squealing in pain, though she didn’t dare close her legs this time. There was absolutely no way in hell that he was going to get those two words past her lips.
“What will it be Kagome? Will you obey? Or perhaps you like to be punished? I’d personally like to see that nice little ass of yours turn a sweet cherry red.”
“There’s no way in hell that I’m going to-“
Kagome never got to finish her sentence. One moment she had been trapped against his chest, his hand fisted in her hair. In the next dizzying moment she found herself looking at the floor, her gaze drifting to the high polish shine on Sesshoumaru’s shoes. A huff of breath left her lungs as her arms were wrenched behind her back and a leg was thrown over her own, pinning her in place. For a terrifying moment, neither of them moved. How had she forgotten he was a freaking demon? Superior strength and reflexes meant that fighting against him was pointless. A second later when she felt a strip of silky material wrap around her wrists and then tighten almost painfully, logic fled out the window. She struggled, kicking and bucking, but he held her down easily. The freaking bastard had just tied her hands behind her back with his own tie.
A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest as she struggled in vain to free herself from his hold.
“Let me go! What the hell, Sesshoumaru!” Kagome yelped, frantic at the completely vulnerable position she suddenly found herself in. She whined as she felt his hand, strong and calloused, smooth over the soft skin of her backside. Idly, as if he had all the time in the world, his fingers traced and plucked at the fabric of her white lacey thong. Embarrassment and fear had her cheeks turning a dusky pink. He had her bent over his lap as if she were a naughty child. And why? Because she wouldn’t call him ‘sir’… which was absolutely absurd! Of all the arrogant, egotistical-
Her train of thought was derailed at the sharp bite of his hand slapping against the unprotected skin of her ass. At first she was too shocked to move or cry out. By the third blow, however, the shock had worn off to be replaced by a sharp, stinging pain. Kagome squealed and shouted, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of pain, embarrassment, and fury.
“Stop! Stop it Sesshoumaru!” Kagome screamed, struggling beneath his hold as his unforgiving blows rained down hard on her upturned ass. Left cheek, then right, his hand fell in a steady yet harsh rhythm. He made sure that no area of her backside was left out of his merciless punishment. He especially delighted in focusing on the seat, just under the curve of her ass, and her vulnerable upper thighs. She struggled, she screamed, she kicked and cursed but to no avail. He had been spanking her for five minutes when she finally broke.
In no time at all the fiery, proud, girl was crying out in pain, pleading for him to stop. Begging for his forgiveness. Tears coursed down her flushed cheeks as she cried into the soft fabric of the sofa.
“P-Please! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please stop!” She sobbed, her shoulders slumped and her legs still.
She startled when the blows actually ceased, his hand smoothing over her abused flesh almost…gently. Kagome almost sobbed with relief.
“And what is it that you’re sorry for Kagome?”
For the first time in a long time, Kagome had to swallow her pride. This man had the power to not only ruin her life with those damning photos, but he also had the ability to…hurt her.
“I’m sorry for…d-disobeying you, sir.” She nearly choked on the words. When she heard nothing but silence, and the hand that had been rubbing comforting circles on her backside suddenly stilled, Kagome couldn’t help the surge of fear that tightened her throat.
“I’m sorry for turning away from you! From…from teasing you with my dance! I’m…I’m sorry, please don’t spank me again… my lord.” Kagome’s rushed apology left her lips along with the last remnants of her pride. It was foolish of her to think she would have the upper hand with this man. Clearly his tastes in sex were…dark. Dangerous.
What the hell had she gotten herself in to?
Sesshoumaru smiled down at the frantic girl across his lap. His amber gaze caressed the bright red of her ass with something akin to…tenderness. Humans were so fragile, so…expressive. Sesshoumaru had many bed partners in his past, of varying demonic races, and none of them had ever submitted so quickly nor so beautifully to his hand. Punishing this girl had been a real test of his control and mastery. He was a strong demon, both in power and physicality. He could very easily damage this girl beyond repair. It took control to pull his blows, to not give her more than her frail human body could stand.
His cock was uncomfortably hard at the thought of what sex with this little minx would be like. He could already hear the noises she would make, could envision the emotions that would play so easily across her expressive face.
“Very good, girl.” Sesshoumaru stroked over the ass he had so carefully reddened. Gently he pulled the girl upright, seating her in his lap. He smirked at the wince of pain that crossed her tear stained face when her bottom met his thigh. Good. It would probably be uncomfortable for her to sit for the next couple of days, a reminder of what would happen to her the next time she tried her hand at defiance.
Sesshoumaru wasn’t an unreasonable bed partner, nor a selfish one, but he was demanding. And he most certainly didn’t take disobedience lightly. He had lived too long, had been an Alpha for far too long to let a wisp of a girl turn her nose at his commands. If she had not learned that much by tonight’s punishment, Sesshoumaru would delight in showing her the error of her ways.
For some time he simply held the girl in his lap, his hand smoothing over her tousled hair, rubbing the tension out of her back in soothing circles. She was trembling from head to toe, her head bowed, as her breath whistled past her lips. It was clear that this girl had had never been disciplined in such a fashion before, and surely not for erotic reasons. Another smirk pulled at his lips at the thought of showing the girl that taking his spankings could also be…pleasurable.
It was a long time before the shaking subsided, and her breathing evened out. He held her for another moment before again gently repositioning her on the floor in front of him.
“In case I have not been perfectly clear with you, girl, about what it is I expect out of you while you are here…let me explain. When under my roof, you are under my rule. You will be mine, completely, every Friday from 8 p.m. sharp until midnight.” Amusement gleamed in his eyes at the gulp that left her. “I will let you know if for any reason I am not in need of your services. I will also let you know when I tire of you, and your debt to me is complete. If you are late, or do not show up at the appointed time, I will make sure that those photos are delivered to your family, your school, and any prospective employer you may have in the future.” He could smell the cinnamon spice of her anger, and was nothing but amused by it. “If you are sick, or there is an emergency of some kind that you feel would justify you being either tardy, or cancelling our appointment… you may contact me. I will let you know if I find your reason valid. If I do not, and you are still tardy or do not show…well,” His eyes lit with the cruelty of a predator and long term business shark. “Again, I will be sure those photos are delivered.”
Kagome’s hands fisted into hard little knots behind her back. She kept her gaze fixed on the floor between his shoes, her jaw hard and tight as she ground down on her teeth and bit her tongue to keep from spewing out the insults she wanted to hurl at his pompous head. Her ass was still throbbing, a painful reminder of what defiance in his presence resulted in. Inuyasha’s brother was a complete, controlling, bastard.
“When you are here,” he continued smoothly “you will be naked at all times, unless I tell you otherwise. There are times I will entertain…guests. In that case, I expect you to follow my every command. Embarrass me in any way in front of them and your punishment will be swift and thorough. It will make the spanking you just received look like a swat on the wrist.”
“I have many needs, girl. And until I release you from our…agreement you will service me in any way I see fit.” Sesshoumaru couldn’t help but notice how the anger that had stiffened every muscle in the girl’s body suddenly gave way to trepidation. “I may ask that you offer your services to my guests as well.”
Her head snapped up, coffee colored eyes wide with shock and…disgust?
“Please, Sessh-“ Kagome coughed “I mean sir, I don’t…I can’t’…” At his quelling look, she merely bit her tongue and hung her head. Shame ran through her. As if it wasn’t enough that he was making her into…a sex slave of sorts…he wanted her to have sex with his friends too.
“You will follow my every command, immediately and without protest, otherwise you will be punished. I was easy on you tonight because this is our first night together, and you are untried and untrained. I will not again be so lenient in the future. When in my home you will address me as sir, or my lord. Any guests that I have over are to be addressed as sir or Ma’am.”
“I will push your limits, I will make you do things that you do not like, that you never dreamed of doing. Some things you will enjoy, it may surprise you. But no matter what it is I ask of you, you will do it without complaint. Is that understood?”
Through gritted teeth Kagome managed a “Yes, sir.”
Sesshoumaru couldn’t help the heady sense of satisfaction that languished in his veins, stirring his blood and making him almost painfully hard.
“Now that we are clear on that,” His hand reached down, capturing her chin and tilting it upwards, forcing those expressive eyes to meet his gaze. “You will service me with your mouth, and you will swallow every drop of my seed. After you are done, you will thank me for the gift. Understood?”
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