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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.

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I do not own Inuyasha. Still wishing I did, though.
Warning: This chapter contains more smut (like seriously, are you surprised?). There are some themes that some readers may find…uncomfortable (I’m slightly uncomfortable with it, and I wrote it!).
Read at your own risk!
Chapter Five:
Kagome stood frozen outside the front door of Sesshoumaru’s home. She was breathing hard and fast, as if she had just run a mile in under a minute, and her legs were wobbling beneath her. She closed her eyes, bowed her head, and willed her racing heart to calm its erratic pace. With hands shoved deep into the pockets of her well worn jeans, she gnawed nervously on her lower lip.
It was 7:57, she still had a few minutes before she had to knock on that door. He may not want her to be even a minute late, but there was no way in hell she was going to walk through that door even a minute early. Embarrassment warmed her cheeks as she remembered her last foray into this house. How could she forget it? The pain and humiliation of it had lived and breathed inside of her for the past week. Between work and school and Souta’s medical bills, Kagome really couldn’t afford to be distracted. And yet her treatment here, the things she had done and the things that had been done to her, had been lingering in the back of her mind constantly. When she slept (if she slept) it was those fierce golden eyes she saw looking down at her, the sneer that curled on his lips. She remembered, vividly, the feel of his mouth between her thighs. The strength in his fingers and hands as he held her down and forced her orgasm. Kagome would be a liar if she said she hadn’t enjoyed it. Obviously she did. And she hated herself for it. Hated him more.
A cold wind whipped down the street, needling its way through her jacket and the thin, worn, pair of jeans. Anxiety and nerves were a tight knot in her stomach. Of course, that could also be hunger. Friday was the only day she had off from work. She didn’t have time to eat, too busy trying to catch up on all of her homework from the last week. Why she had thought it was a good idea to sign up for all honors classes was beyond her. The workload alone was stressful, never mind the countless other stresses she had going on right now.
The very last thing she needed, she thought on a mental snort, was this egotistical asshole’s bullshit. Helpless fury flared and just as quickly sputtered within her heart. There wasn’t much she could do about it now, in any case. She could only hope that he would soon get his fill of her. Not for the first time this week did Kagome wish that she would be absolutely, positively, horrible at sex. If she was a bad lay, then he’d release her from this…arrangement of thiers. The sharp chirp of her watch’s alarm going off let her know that she was out of time.
It was time to meet the bastard. With a heavy heart, Kagome knocked weakly on the front door, half hoping that he wouldn’t answer it.
Unfortunately…she just wasn’t that lucky. The door swung open not even a minute later. Sesshoumaru stood in the open portal, his golden eyed gaze as sharp and piercing as ever. It raked over her, from head to toe, one brow arching empirically as he stepped backward to usher her forward. With a deep sigh, and a bowed head, Kagome stepped through the door and into his home.
When the soft snick of the door closing behind her reached her ears, Kagome’s hands fell to the zipper of her jacket. She made quick work of shrugging it off, folding it neatly, and placing it on the floor next to the shoes she had toed off. The long sleeved red shirt soon followed, as well as her pants and socks, until she was standing only in her bra and panties.
Her hands fell to the black cotton panties and then, and only then, did she look up. She was half hoping that he would allow her to keep just this small amount of modesty. The arch look in his cold eyes made that hope die a slow and painful death. With another gusty sigh, Kagome shimmied out of her panties and bra, her arms crossing reflexively over her chest.
At the sound of his snort, Kagome flinched, her eyes flying up to meet his. He was looking at her strangely, an odd gleam in those eyes of his, and Kagome instinctively looked away.
“Come, girl.” Was the cool command she received before he walked away and down the hallway. Kagome followed after him silently, her bare feet cold against the wooden floor. She barely glanced up as he led her down the hallway, past the open doors of the library and study. Her steps faltered, however, when he took a right into the kitchen instead of the left into the living room. Her eyes narrowed before her shoulders rose and fell with a helpless shrug. So they wouldn’t be doing…whatever it was they were doing in the living room.
Hesitantly she followed him, the muscles in her lower legs and back stiff with the need to turn tail and run. He lead her through the kitchen, which was of course the largest kitchen Kagome had ever been in. Wood floors and top of the line stainless steel appliances, Kagome could easily tell that someone who lived in this house loved to cook. As a matter of fact, the scent of food and the heady scent of garlic still hung heavy on the air. Kagome’s stomach gnawed almost painfully at her backbone, but she ignored it...too preoccupied with where the sadist was taking her.
They left the kitchen and its marble countertops behind, and passed into what could only be called a formal dining room. Deep red walls decorated with paintings framed in gold, and an oriental rug that was probably worth more than her family shrine had sold for, Kagome’s feet faltered in the doorway. As if he didn’t notice her sudden reluctance, Sesshoumaru proceeded to the end of the vast table that was a rich, dark, color. A vase of white calla lilies added a little brightness to the masculine colors of the room. With an ease that Kagome almost envied, Sesshoumaru slid into the chair at the end of the table, picking up a newspaper that had been left there. It was then that she noticed the small spread. A covered silver platter sat before Sesshoumaru.
What was she supposed to do? Did he want her to sit in the chair? Kagome shook her head at the mental image of her sitting, naked, in one of these very expensive chairs.
“Come here, girl.”
Slowly she walked toward him, stopping only when she stood an arm’s reach away from him. Those amber colored orbs flicked up to look at her out of the corner of his eye.
“Kneel.”
Heat immediately infused Kagome’s cheeks as her spine stiffened in outrage. She had forgotten how utterly ridiculous Inuyasha’s older brother could be. Her eyes narrowed, and she had to literally bite her tongue to keep from telling him just where he could shove his commands.
He turned the page of the newspaper, clearly disregarding the inner turmoil she was facing.
“Do you need this Sesshoumaru to remind you what happens when you disobey me, girl?”
With gritted teeth Kagome slowly, very slowly, sank to her knees onto the plush oriental rug. She folded her hands in her lap, her head bowed as she glared daggers at the carpet.
“When I ask you to kneel, you will face me, with your legs a fist’s width apart. Your hands are to be placed, palm up, on your thighs and your chin raised. If you dare to meet my gaze without my permission, fully expect to be punished for it. You will fix your position now, or face my ire.”
Kagome wanted to scream. Like, really, really scream. Frustration and humiliation bubbled inside of her until she was sure she would burst from it. Slowly, she turned toward him, her heels pressed against her backside, legs parted, and chin raised. Her gaze fell to her right, to the fine grain of the table.
IT was as if he went out of his way to humiliate and belittle her. Suddenly she could feel his gaze upon her skin as if it were a brand, hot and tangible, searing her wherever it touched. It lingered on the swell of her breasts, and her nipples began to pebble and peak much to Kagome’s confusion. It dipped lower, past her navel and dropped further to her spread legs.
“Very good, girl. Whenever I ask you to kneel you will assume this position. If you forget, you will be punished.”
Punished, that must be this guy’s favorite word, Kagome thought bitterly and her eyes narrowed despite herself. She gasped sharply as his warm fingers found the turgid nipple of her left breast. He rolled the hardened nub between his fingers, tugging gently. Kagome’s reaction to swat his hand away was instinctive. She never, however, got the chance. Her hand was captured in a strong, crushing, grip and the fingers on her nipple tightened almost painfully.
“You think to push me away from what is rightfully mine, girl?” The growl in his voice sent a shiver of trepidation skittering down her spine.
“I, no sir, I didn’t-“
“And now you dare to lie to me?” The deathly soft growl made her gulp, her eyes flickering up to see the eerie calm in his amber gaze. Slowly he pushed his chair backwards, his fingers dropping her throbbing nipple to clench in the hair at the nape of her neck. Kagome let out a squeak of dismay as she was dragged unceremoniously across his lap.
“N-No! Please, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I swear!” Kagome whined, every muscle in her body going tense in anticipation of what was to come. Oh god, oh god, oh god. The mantra repeated itself in her mind, and despite the hope that flared in her breast, she braced for the pain.
“For daring to raise a hand against this Sesshoumaru, you will receive ten lashes. You will count each lash, and then thank me for it. For every lash you fail to count, another two will be added. Is that understood?”
Kagome couldn’t help the whine that built in her throat. “Y-Yes sir.”
“As for lying…this Sesshoumaru does not tolerate lies no matter how big or small. You will take a different, yet memorable, punishment for this offense. One that will help you to remember to never, ever, speak a lie in my presence again.”
Kagome bit down on her lip hard, her body shaking as she suppressed the cries of fear that wanted to escape her.
“Place your hands behind your back. If you force me to tie you down, you can add another twenty lashes to your punishment.”
Reluctantly Kagome placed her hands behind her back, her left hand holding fast to her right wrist.
“Very, good. You will part your legs for me now.”
With a humiliated flush, Kagome did as he bid, her thighs parting to reveal her feminine core. She clenched her teeth as his fingers trailed up her slit, exploring her slightly parted folds. They traveled further upward, to the twin globes of her ass, where they began a rough massage of the flesh there.
“Your punishment for lying is what you will receive first from me. If you fight it, or me, I will make it much, much worse for you. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.” Kagome whispered, hating herself for submitting to him.
Sesshoumaru reached forward, towards the table. She heard the sound of something being moved around, the snap of a lid, and moments later startled as something cold and wet dribbled between the globes of her ass.
“W-What are you-“
Her question was cut off as his fingers followed the trail of the liquid, tracing down her crack and pressing against the tight muscle of her back hole. Kagome immediately reared up, a cry of outrage and shock leaving her lips as he worked the liquid around and inside of her hole. She could feel his finger there pressing past the hard muscle, moving deeper inside of her. The feeling was beyond uncomfortable, and her legs thrashed of their own accord. Easily Sesshoumaru pinned both her legs down with one of his own. A hard hand was placed on her lower back, forcing her back down.
“You can take one finger, or you can take three. What will it be?”
Kagome cried out in outrage, biting down hard on her lip.
“P-Please no more sir, I’m sorry!” She bit back a sob as his finger worked its way inside of her, up to the second knuckle, before pulling out. What he was doing to her…it was dirty, disgusting.
“Quiet girl. I fully intend on taking your ass in the future, so it would be best for you to accustom yourself to this feeling now.”
Kagome cried out at those words, struggling against him despite his previous warnings. It just felt so invasive, so wrong. Her cry of outrage turned to a squeal of pain as another finger was added to her tight hole, scissoring inside of her. More liquid dribbled down her crack and then a third finger entered her and Kagome screamed at the sensation. It wasn’t so much that it hurt terribly, though it did hurt a little bit, it was just horribly uncomfortable. Foreign, and wrong. Kagome cried, her hands fisted behind her back, as he worked his three fingers in and out of her.
“This Sesshoumaru does not make idle threats. You dare to lie to me, and then try to escape your punishment?” Kagome cried out as his words, feeling as if she were being skewered by his fingers.
“For these transgressions,” His fingers withdrew and Kagome let out a sob of relief. Her relief, however, was short lived as a cool blunt object was pressed against the lube slickened hole. Her eyes went wide with both shock and pain as the object was pressed forward, past the tight ring of flesh. She screamed as it was lodged firmly within her. The feeling of being overly filled in such a place was humiliating and almost painful. “You will wear this plug for the rest of your time with me here tonight. If you try to take it out, I will make sure that you will not be able to in the future, and upgrade you to a bigger plug.”
“It hurts, it hurts! Please sir, no. I’m sorry I lied! Please take it out!” Kagome sobbed, shaking like a leaf as she lay draped across his legs.
Sesshoumaru’s hand squeezed her ass gently, massaging the stiff muscles there with sure fingers.
“This is the smallest plug I own, girl. You should thank me for my kindness. I could have very easily given you a wider plug, one that would better train and stretch that hole for my cock. I can and will do so if you continue to ask me to take it out, is that understood?”
Kagome’s asshole was on fire! It burned as it was stretched around the plug that was lodged so deeply inside of her. Her throat spasmed at the thought of a larger plug taking its place.
She sobbed, unable to help herself. “Y-yes sir. Thank you sir.” Kagome bit out the words, her body still trembling.
“Good, and now it is time for your spanking.” The hand on her backside stilled, and Kagome’s heart stopped. He wasn’t seriously going to spank her with that…that plug inside of her…was he? She let out a piercing scream as his hand came down hard on her upturned ass, her muscles clenching almost painfully around the plug as the skin of her backside gave off a sharp, fiery, burn.
“One!” Kagome screamed, well remembering his warning of extra lashes.
“T-Thank you sir.” She sobbed. When his hand came down hard on her other cheek, Kagome screamed around the count, thanking him for the blow after each strike. By the time she had reached ten Kagome was a shaking, sobbing mess.
“Very good, girl.” Sesshoumaru’s hands were gentle on her ass as they massaged the reddened globes.
“You took your punishment well. You will tell me now, why you were punished. And you will apologize.”
Kagome swallowed the lump of pain and misery that was burning in her throat.
“I was punished because I l-lied to you. And because I tried to…to keep you away from what is yours.”
“That’s correct.”
“S-Sorry, sir.” Kagome pushed the words out past gritted teeth, hating her weakness, hating the her body was still trembling.
“Excellent.”
He scooped her up into his lap, and Kagome winced at the pain of her just spanked ass pressing against his leg, as well as the discomfort of the plug pressing insistently inside of her. Sesshoumaru reached across the table, and Kagome’s eyes couldn’t help but follow the path of that hand. They widened in disbelief at the sight of the uncovered platter. There had been two covered platters on the table when they first entered the room. The one that was uncovered now boasted an assortment of bedroom devices. Leather cuffs, a paddle, two anal plugs that set Kagome to wincing by just looking at them, a bottle of lube, and a vibrator lay on the plate, as well as a damp, soapy, rag. Sesshoumaru’s fingers plucked up the rag. With efficient, quick, movements he cleaned the lube from his long fingers before tossing the dirtied rag back onto the plate.
The rat bastard had planned this from the beginning. He had been waiting for an excuse to punish her! Kagome didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry.
When he reached for the second covered tray, Kagome couldn’t help but wince. What now? A whip, maybe? Some chains? A flogger? What could possibly be under that silver dome that he would use now to torture her with?
Kagome’s eyes widened fractionally when instead of the instruments of pain that she was expecting to see, a steak topped with what appeared to be gorgonzola cheese came into view. A hearty helping of asparagus tossed with garlic and what smelt like lemon as well as a heaping portion of mashed potatoes decorated the large plate.
Immediately Kagome’s mouth began to water, and her cramped stomach let out a soft growl. Embarrassed now on so many levels, she turned her gaze away from the intoxicatingly good smelling food, and instead focused it on the floor. How could he have possibly known that she would be so hungry? A frown pulled at the corners of her lips, her gaze hidden behind the curtain of her bangs. This new sort of torture…it was just as devious. Now, for the first time, she was really kicking herself for not eating before coming over here. But when was she supposed to have the time? There were three essays she had to write, a science project she still needed to create, and more math homework than any sane person could deal with. She had spent the day catching up on her studies and homework, food had simply not been a priority.
Sesshoumaru pulled the plate closer to the edge of the table, along with a knife and fork. Kagome hardly noticed…that is, until he shifted her so that she was forward facing.
“Because you took your punishment so well,” His voice rumbled in his chest, sinking through tooo reverberate against Kagome’s skin. “This Sesshoumaru will allow you to eat your food at the table. In the future, you will take your meals on the floor, on your knees.”
Kagome’s head snapped up, her eyes widening in disbelief. He was going to let her eat this food? This steak…was for her? Her taste buds rejoiced even as she shook her head in disbelief. What was the catch? Why was he being…so nice? And all of a sudden, to boot?
“You will eat with me every Friday night. And you will eat well during the weak. You are malnourished, and the sight of your ribs offends this Sesshoumaru. In two weeks you will gain five pounds, or face my wrath. Is that understood?”
Oh, well, she supposed that made a little more sense. Go figure. But Kagome wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially when that horse was offering her a big fat, juicy, steak.
Author’s note:
And that’s where I’m going to leave it for now. I’m not sure how much plot this story can really have, but I will definitely try to insert some in here in the future. In the meantime I’m trying to concoct the next set of devious torture Sesshoumaru is going to inflict upon Kagome. How do we feel about threesomes? Juuuuust wondering :P
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