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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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Chapter Seven:
Kagome’s life began to develop a rather strange routine in the coming weeks. She worked hard at both school and at Ray’s Diner, making as much money as she could while trying to maintain her grades. Always an A student, Kagome couldn’t hide her disappointment as her grades began to slowly, but gradually, slip. She was pulling a B- in most of her classes, and was far too ashamed to show her grandfather or her mother her grades. When they asked after them, Kagome always just blew it off with a smile and a wave. She had never lied to them before about the marks she received in school, so they merely nodded and assumed that all was well with the eldest Higurashi sibling.
But things weren’t okay. Between work and school Kagome was quickly wearing down. When she used to dance, things were so much easier. Two four hour shifts and she could call it a week. Now every waking minute was spent either working at the diner or trying (in vain) to catch up on school work. And then there were her Fridays with her Sir.
As much as Kagome hated that he made her submit so thoroughly to him, made her beg, took from her her right to choose or protest…she would be a liar if she said a part of her did not enjoy it. Fridays were her one day to let go of everything. To admit that she wasn’t in charge of her destiny, to hand the reigns over to someone else. Someone older, someone stronger. The things he did to her…
A heated blush stole across her cheeks in remembrance of him between her thighs, the numerous toys he used on her poor body to take her to a mind boggling orgasm and back again. The release was amazing, it always was with Sesshoumaru. He had begun what she was starting to think of as their Friday chow time. Most of the time it involved her kneeling on the floor by his feet as he fed her small, perfectly cut, morsels from his plate as if she were some sort of favored pet. He always made her eat just a little more than she wanted to. She had only tried to refuse him once, and had ended up bent over his knee and spanked until her butt was as red as an apple. Fridays were the one day of the week where she was guaranteed a delicious, well cooked meal. Most of the time she came home too late for dinner, and if she ate anything, it was usually ramen. Which was just another reason a part of her was starting to look forward to her Fridays.
Despite his domineering nature and his cold demeanor…there were times when Sesshoumaru could be what some would call almost… tender. Especially after he disciplined her. He always held her, stroked her hair, wiped away her tears. And despite the gentleness hidden within him, he was by no means a pushover.
When she had not gained the five pounds in two weeks his reaction had been fearsome. Phantom pain still lingered on her bottom from the unholy spanking he had given her. She now had a month to gain 10 pounds.
How she was going to manage that was beyond her. She simply did not have time to eat, and had more pressing concerns than food. Sure, she had passed out a couple of times at school, earning the concern of her teachers…but Kagome assured them she was fine. Finals were coming up, after all, and most honors students were under a lot of stress. It wasn’t unusual for a student to pass out from all the pressure.
Sometimes Kagome wondered if she was seriously losing her mind. She could feel herself start to soften towards the domineering demon, and hated herself for it. What kind of person actually enjoyed the kind of things Sir did to her? She loved it when he tied her up, bound her hands and spread her wide. Just thinking about it made her wet, made her want. Him.
It wasn’t right. On some level, Kagome knew that. Just as she knew that he would eventually tire of her.
He had made it very clear that when that day came she would be free to go her own way. She would not be welcomed back into his home or life for any reason. If she was smart, Kagome would stop her thrice damned heart from being too soft. It was a bad habit of hers to only see the best in people. She had always thought that people were inherently good.
But Sesshoumaru wasn’t people. He was the demon that was black mailing her, using a previous occupation as a means of destroying her future. Kagome could only imagine what would happen if the owner, Ms. Murra, of the Diner she worked at found out that Kagome had once been a stripper. Ms. Murra made it no secret that she hated Bankotsu and his establishment.
‘It’s filthy, all of it. It should be illegal. The lot of those hussies should be thrown in jail.’
Wisely, Kagome had kept her mouth shut. She needed the job and the money more than she needed to defend herself. Souta’s test had come back positive. The cancer was still there.
She closed her eyes as a sudden wave of exhaustion hit her. She loved her little brother so very much. Watching him become sickly and frail, his hair completely gone was one of the hardest things she had ever done. She could only imagine what he was feeling. He was only a kid. It wasn’t fair! And he was always smiling, always laughing and joking with the nurses and doctors. He wouldn’t let his illness get him down. Souta was determined to beat this cancer. It just sucked that the medicine that was supposed to eradicate the cancer was making him so very ill.
Kagome buried her head in her hands, the homework in front of her completely forgotten. It was three o’clock in the morning, she had gotten back from her shift at Ray’s Diner only two hours ago. She still had an essay she needed to write for Brit Lit, some Latin homework that she still needed to get done, and she had to do a few sketches for art class.
Kagome let out a startled ‘eep’ nearly falling over in her chair as the sound of a whip cracking split through the air. Flinching, Kagome looked behind her, half expecting to see Sesshoumaru standing behind her. Glancing about her room found that there was actually no one there. She must be imagining-
-Whip CRACK-
Startled, her eyes fell to her backpack which seemed to suddenly light up from the inside.
“What the heck?” Kagome wondered aloud, digging through the front pouch and pulling out…
The cellphone. She had completely forgotten about it. Sesshoumaru had never, not once, called her on it. Sure, she charged it every three days or so…but still. Glancing at the screen of the thousand dollar phone (did he really have to get her the top of the line phone?) an image of a man’s lower body clad in leather popped up. Was that? Yes, it was a whip that he was clutching almost indolently in one had. The identification name?
My Lord and Master
The ring tone? The sound of a whip cracking. Of course. Of course it would be.
Kagome snorted. How typical of that arrogant, cocky, infuriating man.
Without hesitation she answered the phone.
“Hello?”
Sesshoumaru’s smooth, cold, drawl came over the phone and sent a shiver of trepidation down her spine.
“Why are you awake, girl?”
Kagome’s eyebrow shot up and she reared backwards to stare in outrage at the phone. Wasn’t it him, after all, who had told her she was to answer the phone immediately or face his wrath? She had half a mind to lie and tell him she had been sleeping…but Sesshoumaru had an uncanny ability for catching her in a lie. The punishment for which was always… Well, let’s just say she had no desire to be punished for something so stupid.
“I’m…doing my homework?” Kagome mentally groaned. Why had that come out as a question?
“Hn. Do you frequently wait until the absolute last minute before completing your assignments?” The cold, condescending, tone raised the invisible hackles on Kagome’s neck. He had no idea the amount of pressure she was under.
“No, sir. I just haven’t had the time to-“
“You will make time, girl. This Friday you will bring me your most current progress report. For every mark beneath an A, you will receive twenty lashes.”
Kagome’s eyes went wide as saucers, her heart skipping a beat.
“Twen…Twent-“ She stuttered, her tongue suddenly thick and useless in her mouth.
“Twenty.”
“S-Sir, please. That’s really not-“ Kagome tried to reason with him. What business was it of his what his little slam slut made for grades?
The low, dangerous, growl that came across the line let Kagome know that she was, apparently, more tired than previously thought. Had she just said that…out loud?
“A slam slut?” His voice was soft, deadly. Kagome flinched beneath the tone.
“Sir, I didn’t mean to say-“
“Silence.” Sesshoumaru all but hissed, and Kagome wanted to bang her head, hard, against the desk. She didn’t know why he was this mad.
Kagome clamped her lips shut tight.
“Take off your pants, your underwear, and go lie in your bed.” The words were artic, clipped. Despite the fact that he wasn’t actually there with her, Kagome heard and immediately obeyed the command as if he were standing before her.
Wiggling out of her jeans which she had yet to change out of from her shift at the diner, and then shimmying out of her panties, didn’t take her very long. Curious, and a little scared, Kagome walked over to her twin bed and lay down.
“You are laying down now?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good. Spread your legs.”
Kagome did, hating how her body was reacting to the command in his voice. Was it possible that he had conditioned her to grow wet at the sound of his voice? It sure seemed like it.
“Wider.”
Sucking her lower lip, Kagome spread her legs as wide as her twin bed would allow. Had she locked the door? She sincerely hoped that no one would burst into her room uninvited. If so, they were in for quite a shock!
“Touch yourself.”
“S-Sir?” Kagome whispered, her voice breathy with desire as she slid a hand down her abdomen to dip into the valley between her thighs. Her fingers smoothed over her slick folds, finding her already engorged clit with ease. A breathless sigh left her as her hips arched instinctively upward.
“Does it feel good, miko?”
“Y-Yes, yes sir it does.” Kagome moaned softly, biting down on that lower lip again as if it would muffle the moans that wanted to escape her. She couldn’t believe she was doing this! Her family was sleeping right down the hall.
“Good. I want you to take that hand and slap yourself there. Hard. As hard as you can. This Sesshoumaru wants to hear the sound.”
Kagome squeaked her indignation. He couldn’t actually be serious. He wanted her to…spank herself? And there of all places?
“Now.”
Shutting her eyes, and cursing herself for ever answering the phone in the first place, Kagome slapped herself, a soft cry leaving her at the burning pain that was left in her hands wake.
“And how did that feel, girl?”
“N-Not good, Sir.” Kagome mumbled, rubbing at the tender, aching flesh.
“Are you a slam slut, girl?”
Kagome hesitated…not sure what it was he wanted to hear. “Uh, No? Sir?”
“Slap yourself again. Harder.”
The next blow, humiliatingly delivered by her own hand, had her crying out in pain.
“Are you a slut, Kagome?”
“N-No, Sir.”
“Good. Very good. You will slap yourself ten more times, and don’t you dare hold back. After each blow you will tell me what it is that you are not.”
And so, at 3:08 in the morning, Kagome thoroughly spanked herself…muffling her cries of pain into her pillow.
“That’s a good girl. We will discuss this further on Friday. Bring the progress report. “
“Yes Sir.” Kagome’s voice sounded deflated to her own ears.
“Goodnight my sweet little Sub, go to bed.”
And then he disconnected.
Kagome crawled beneath the covers, her lady parts sore and red. She wasn’t sure how spanking herself, there of all places, proved the fact that she wasn’t a slut. Despite herself, Kagome couldn’t help the small smile that curled on her lips. Her Sir, as she was starting to call him in her head, was often cold, confusing, and incredibly cruel. But there was now one thing she knew about him…
He didn’t think she was a slut.
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Sesshoumaru stared down at the phone that he held clenched in his hand. His golden eyed glare turned absolutely arctic as the cellular device crumpled beneath his hand.
Slightly shocked at his uncharacteristic display of temper, the dog demon tossed the ruined piece of technology into the waste basket, and leaned backward in his rolling chair. Clawed fingers drummed lightly against the leather arm rests, a sign that his beast had broken free of his iron control.
The thought of his submissive, his bitch, sent another growl rumbling in his chest.
‘What does he care what his little slam slut makes for grades?’
His bitch was usually more guarded with her tongue, more careful concealing her thoughts. It seemed that exhaustion had the effect of a few stiff drinks on his little human. The punishment she had received for such a statement was nothing compared to what was waiting for her this Friday.
But why did he care so much? The cooler, more rationale part of him wondered. Was it at all possible that the girl had wormed her way under his skin? Despite the many times and ways that Sesshoumaru had taken the little human, he never seemed to grow tired of her. He was, quite simply put, stuck on the human. Perhaps it was because he had never had one before.
The girl was proving to be more of a distraction then he had previously thought possible. Images of his little miko frequently swam in the recesses of his mind. Her soft, breathy, cries still echoed in his ears days after their little meetings. He had thought that mounting the bitch would help him get over her, get her out of his system. It seemed, however, that it was not the case. Every time he was inside of her, every time she came around his cock, back arching and his name on her lips, it merely made him want her more.
What was he supposed to do? Leave her? If he was smart, that was exactly what he would do. Cut all ties with the little human. Part of what made Sesshoumaru such a fierce business man was that he had very few weaknesses, very few things that he actually cared about. Save for the half breed, there wasn’t much that the Dai youkai would lay down his life for.
The girl was becoming a liability. As much as he was loathe to admit it, he was actually beginning to care for the silly chit. Disgraceful. Distracting.
He was much more like his father than he ever thought possible.
Fingers still drumming idly against the arm rest of his chair, Sesshoumaru warred with himself. He could cut ties with the girl, send her on her way. Or? He could keep her for a little longer. After all, he had never had a partner who submitted so fully, so completely, to him.
Yes, he would keep his bitch for a little while longer.
A/N: Sorry that it took so long for me to get this chapter up! I had it mostly typed up, and then I came down with the stomach bug. UGH! I won’t bore you with the details, but let me assure you there was no way in hell I would be able to write anything when I was that sick!
If you’re looking for something that has a little more plot, and less sex, you should check out my other story “Don’t Cry”. It’s a rewrite of a fic that I wrote almost ten years ago. Cheeeeeeeck it out! It’s S/K/K ;) For all you threesome fans out there!
Anywho, let me know what you think about this sexless (le gasp) chapter. What did you think about Kagome’s punishment? I thought it was a little weird, but I had to write it (don’t ask me why). I almost feel bad for Kagome when she hands over that progress report to Sesshoumaru *snickers*
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