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Obscenity	By : Midnights-AM-Child Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female Views: 1329 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. This is not a PWP, so smut is in later chapters (chpt 4+). I do not intend to make a profit in anyway.

Chapter List
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Chapter 4: Blackmail
If she walked to the left, he'd know. If she sneezed, he'd know. Anything she would do, he would know. Her life was now an open book. And she found herself yet again a victim in Bankotsu's game. 'But trust me Bankotsu, I will not lose.'
She'd been under surveillance for almost four days, but Miyoko had continued life as usual. The cameras didn't seem to faze her at all. In reality, they had a bigger impact on Bankotsu.
Flashback: Renkotsu was showing Bankotsu how to use the monitors. There were five in total; they displayed no blind spots in Miyoko's room. Jakotsu was also present; he just came to see Miyoko in humiliation. Renkotsu's lecture was ignored as Bankotsu's attention fixated on the screen. Miyoko had walked into the bathroom and turned the showerheads. Jakotsu and Renkotsu tried to get his attention, but he shushed them. The only sound he concentrated on was the resonance of running water. By this time Renkotsu started watching as well. Miyoko was looking straight them; she lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor, her cleavage covered solely by her bra. 'She doesn't care.' Renkotsu shifted uncomfortably to relieve himself of the growth in his pants. Miyoko's hands trailed below her silver bellyring and to her pants. She unzipped her jeans. "Turn it off." Bankotsu said. Renkotsu turned to marble. "I said turn it off!" Renkotsu rose out of his stupor and shut off the monitors. Bankotsu grabbed Renkotsu by the collar. "Do not disobey my orders, no matter how small they may be. Understood?"
"…Yes Big Brother" muttered Renkotsu
"Good" he let go of Renkotsu "I want this password protected and only accessible to me."
Renkotsu was silent for a while. Without a choice he sighed. "Understood."
Ever since then the only thing that had been on Bankotsu's mind was Miyoko. It made no sense! She was doing this to him purpose. She was taunting him! She made no effort in modesty. It made him wonder how long he could keep her under control. Miyoko lay on her bed reading a magazine. She was only wearing her shirt. He'd seen what was underneath many times. He'd already admitted that she was sexy; he couldn't think about it without getting solid. He watched as his mouth formed words; he knew her lips had to be soft and tasty. And that sharp tongue of hers -he'd find many uses for it. He turned the monitor off. Bankotsu knew what he'd do to solve his problem…
Miyoko turned the page as she heard the door swing open. She didn't have to look up to know who it was. "Just leave it on the desk." She said thinking he brought food. Miyoko was caught off guard as he grabbed her. He flipped her on her back. "What the hell is your problem?"
"So far only you." He said with a grin. Miyoko rolled her eyes. Bankotsu picked up her magazine and read one of the substories. "Five New Sex Positions, what are you reading this for?"
Miyoko shrugged. "Thanks to you, I have nothing else to do."
"You have books."
"They're in a different language."
"So do you want to do something fun?"
Miyoko blinked. "Just what are you implying?"
"Nothing. I just asked if you wanted to do something fun."
Miyoko frowned. "Screw you-"
"See you are smart!"
"After all this! What would make you think that I like you? That I'd even consider wanting you in that way."
Bankotsu inserted two of his fingers inside of her. "Because you're wet." Miyoko shut her legs. Bankotsu laughed. "Ah Princess, you can't deny that you want it."
"Maybe, but not from you."
"Liar, liar…"
“Stay away from me.” She growled. He crawled on top of her. He bent down to her collar and licked her neck and ear. She shuttered and tried to push him away. Her spot was her ears; but, she wanted nothing to do with him.
He stuck his tongue in her canal and licked the edge of her prinna. She continued to try to push him away ignoring his tongue skill and where it would be better served. He sucked her earlobe and whispered. “God, I wish you weren’t so hot.” He put two fingers in again, this time Miyoko didn't move. Her body was tingling. He pumped inside her rougher.
"I have a boyfriend." She moaned
"You'll never see him again."
"I -ah- fucking hate you."
"I hate you too." He could feel her hesitate, so he massaged her breasts. And moved back to the spot he knew she liked. “Face it; you know you would have gone home with me after the club regardless.”
She might have. He was attractive; but, she wasn’t stupid. No matter what his face looked like his hands caused her way more pain than pleasure. “Then why all this?”
“I don’t know.” He tried to kiss her; but, she turned her head away.
“If things were different- just once.” she declared as he braised over her nub. Miyoko bucked her hips to make him go deeper. It felt good, maybe she was playing into his hands; but, this was the first time she felt in control. He enjoyed her facial expressions, so he went faster. Out of nowhere he stopped.
He closed the door, locking himself in there with her. He looked unconcerned. Miyoko got up and walked to him. "Why'd you-" Bankotsu pressed her against the door.
"I want to take you here." Bankotsu pinned her back against the door as he struggled with his pants. She took off his shirt and dropped it beside them. He opened both her legs and lifted her up. She fell on him with resistance. Bankotsu started off slow to get use moving inside her. Later his pace increased. Miyoko bounced erratically from his cock. Kami she hated this man! Her body was midair with only Bankotsu and the door as support. Miyoko wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed down on him. The noises she made were drowned by the sound of slapping and Bankotsu himself. Miyoko clutched his back. A set of scratches trailed down it. Miyoko's back was being chaffed by the friction of her shirt. Miyoko saw stars and white as she came. Bankotsu continued to assault her body. She wrapped her legs around him so she wouldn't fall. Drops of fluid splatter onto the floor. Miyoko let her legs fall and sat on the floor. Bankotsu stripped her so the only thing she had on was her bellyring. He kissed her stomach and licked the piercing before looking at her. Bankotsu towered over her massaging her thighs and outside walls. "Spread 'em." Bankotsu stood at attention to Miyoko's already dripping pussy.
He entered her and grabbed her waist. She closed her eyes, refusing to look at him. Bankotsu felt her tremors as he stretched her. She didn’t have to have her eyes open to feel what was going on. He lifted her hips to meet his, pounding in deeper. Miyoko was in ecstasy. She arched more to give him more access. Little by little she opened her eyes. “I hate you.” She whispered. “I hate you! I hate you!” she cried. Miyoko stretched her hand out and slapped him. Bankotsu hesitated at first; but, continued after slapping her back. Miyoko hit, punched, and scratched his chest before pulling him towards her by his hair. Bankotsu sucked and bit her neck. She switched their positions. She was now on top. Miyoko bounced roughly on him. He grabbed her by her hips and popped her up and down. Miyoko flipped her hair back and scratched his chest again. She twisted her hips around his balls. He squeezed her breast slightly, finding she was incredibly responsive. Miyoko bounced harder and faster. He pumped in her, matching her rhythm. Her walls started to quake; but, she didn’t stop. He cussed watching her lifting up. Bankotsu bust inside her. She came after him. She crawled off of him. Bankotsu put his limp dick back in his pants. Miyoko caught her breath and rested beside him. Her hot body produced bumps on the cold floor.
Bankotsu got up and walked to her bathroom. “Do you want to join?”
“Fuck you!” Miyoko shakingly got up and headed to the shower and closed the door behind her. She scrubbed herself hard to get rid of any trace of their rendezvous. ‘Maybe he’ll be nicer. Maybe he’ll let you go.’ Miyoko ringed out her hair and wrapped her towel around her. To her surprise Bankotsu was still in the room waiting for her. Bankotsu eyed Miyoko, if he wasn't so content, he'd fuck her again for looking so enticing. He knew she'd never think about him again after what he had planned for her. She glared darkly at him. "What are you still doing here?"
"Aren't women supposed to be happy after sex?"
"It never happened."
“Someone’s had one to many one night stands.”
“It NEVER happened!”
"It's on camera." Miyoko's eyes widened she'd forgotten about the cameras long ago. "Relax, only I have access to it through a code: BANRYU."
"You usually fuck your hostages?"
"No Jakotsu does." Miyoko looked at him questionably. "You're female." He sighed. "Here's what's gonna happen, you cause any more trouble, I'll send our little tape to dear ol' daddy."
"You wouldn't…" she said horrified
"I would. Maybe even to that small dick boyfriend too. But if you behave yourself, it will stay our little secret." Miyoko's grip on her towel tightened.
"I should have never-"
“But you did, willingly; and you liked it.”
"…" He held her waist trimphantly.
"If it's any consolation, I had fun."
(A/N) Remember this was her choice he didn't force her.
Next Chapter- Miyoko gets special privileges. The others want to know why.
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