Trapped by sesshou_lover

Joys of submitting

This one shot started as an imagine in my mind and somehow evolved into this.  I've been having some real sinus issues lately and my head is sort of feeling fuzzy right now so I have no idea how this really came out.  I will say that if you are a feminist don't take the opinion in this seriously.  I don't think it's that bad but who knows what others'll think about it.  Anyway enjoy.

Disclaimer:  Don't own Inuyasha.

Joys of submitting

Kagome liked to consider herself a strong independent woman who didn’t take shit from anyone.  If asked she would say she was a regular modern day feminist and damn proud of it too.  She didn’t need a man to take care of her and she damn sure didn’t need to beg for his attention.  If worse came to worse she could always take care of herself.  Hell, she practically preferred to do it all on her own.  Men weren’t much of anything in her experience and she really couldn’t stand to be bothered.  She especially couldn‘t stand the thought of how some women actually submitted themselves to men, especially in bed.

            She snorted in frustration as she watched her friend Ayame rush around getting whatever her boyfriend Kouga requested.  Kagome felt disgusted by the thought.  Heaven forbid she ever did something like that for a man simply because the sex was good.

            “Submitting can be fun,” Ayame had once said.  Well Kagome didn’t see it.  A man had to be told exactly how to touch her and he had to listen or else he wasn’t getting any.  And if they didn’t accept her terms, well…there were plenty of other men out there.  It just seemed to be taking a lot of time to find someone willing to date a dominant woman.  Kagome crossed her arms over her chest as she continued to watch the disgusting play in front of her.

            She really had hated Kouga and his talks of being an alpha male.  He barely qualified as an omega in her book.  But unfortunately many other men were like him.  Always looking for a submissive little female to cater to their every need.  She’d be damned if she did something like that.

            “Kagome are you listening?” Ayame demanded.  Kagome shook her thoughts away.

            “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

            Ayame shared a glance with Kouga, who rolled his eyes.  “I said I’m ready to hit the bar now, unless you’ve changed your mind?”  Kagome frowned at the hope lacing Ayame’s voice.  No way was her friend getting out of this.  Kagome could not bear to allow Ayame to spend another night under the thumb of an idiot like Kouga.  She needed to see that she was equally as strong and capable of handling her own affairs.  Hopefully tonight, Kagome would be able to rehabilitate Ayame to what she used to be, the strongest wolf bitch around.  She really couldn’t stand this simpering fool standing before her.

            She glared at Kouga on the way out the door behind Ayame’s back.  “I can’t wait until she gets rid of your mangy ass,” she hissed, knowing he could read her lips while not giving her words away to Ayame.

            “Stupid bitch.  You’ll get yours one day.  And when you do I’ll be there celebrating you being brought to your knees you cunt,” she heard him mutter under his breath.

            She turned to rip him a new one.  But before she could reply to him the door was slammed in her face.  Ayame grabbed Kagome’s arm before she could try pounding on the door.  “Kagome forget it.  He’s just doing it because you’re responding to his antics.”

            Kagome pulled her arm from Ayame’s grip.  Her whole face alit with anger.  “Ayame, please stop making excuses for him.  You and I both know he’s a jerk.  I keep telling you he needs to be out of your life.”

            Ayame sighed, but said nothing in all of Kagome’s continued ranting about her relationship with Kouga.  When Kagome was on one of her kicks it was just best to allow her to finish up on her own.  That way they could actually get over it and get a chance to have some fun.  And Ayame desperately needed to have some fun.  The sooner she got Kagome’s needs taken care of the sooner she’d be able to return home to Kouga and really have a great night.  Ayame grabbed hold of her friend’s arm to drag her to the vehicle.

~*~

She kneeled upon a hard polished surface, possibly a table as she remembered being lifted up.  Her hands had been tied above her head.  Her clothing had been torn.  Her panties used as a gag to keep her from speaking.  Kagome couldn’t see anything with the blindfold covering her eyes.  She could only shiver in fear as she waited to see what would happen next.

            She had no clue who attacked her in the first place.  She remembered entering the bar and asking for her favorite drink.  She remembered Ayame stepping away to head toward the ladies’ room.  Then she remembered the silver haired demon next to her ordering a drink all the while staring at her.  But she didn’t even remembered taking a sip of her Cosmo, so she doubted she had been slipped a date rape drug.

            So then, she had to wonder, how the hell did she get like this?  Her ears struggled to listen to anything familiar.  Absolute silence reigned, leaving her feeling even more frightened.

            She jerked at the bonds holding her stable, finding them tight enough she couldn’t escape, but not enough to truly cause her to lose her circulation to her limbs.  She felt anger burn within her belly.  Somehow, she had a feeling Kouga’s ass must be behind this humiliating situation.  She wouldn’t put it past him since she had a habit of bruising his precious ego.  She scoffed behind the gag at the thought of always making him look the fool.  Well, when she got out of here she planned to fix him.  Ayame wouldn’t be able to protect him when she got done with him and then Ayame would see just how silly she’d been allowing Kouga to dictate things to her as if she had no brain with which to think.

            And then once she got Kouga out of the way she and Ayame could be the friends they used to be.  They could laugh at the stupidity of other women wasting their time chasing after a man when they needed to be concentrating solely on themselves.  And they could concentrate on actually finding a man with the ability to please them, not the other way around.

            The sound of a door opening drew her attention.  She strained to listen for footsteps approaching hoping it could give her a clue as to identity.  If they were light, they could have been Ayame come to find and rescue her.  But unfortunately for Kagome the steps weren’t light.  They weren’t even heavy from what she could hear.  she couldn’t hear or pick out any form of sound not even breathing.  For one quick moment Kagome felt despair begin to bubble up within.  She squashed it quickly, knowing she had to keep her cool about her if she wanted to get out of this alive.

            Something brushed across the skin of her inner thigh.  Kagome jerked, completely taken by surprise at the touch.  Before she could shift her legs large hands banded around her thighs, spreading her legs apart while she tried to fight against the movement.  Only she couldn’t fight against someone clearly youkai.  Her head dropped at the thought of being helpless to stop what was about to happen.

            No she wouldn’t think like that.  If she got raped it wouldn’t’ be her fault.  She would not let this asshole beat her into submission.  Besides, it had to be Kouga involved and she doubted he had the balls to really do any harm to her.  It only slightly mollified her thoughts for the moment.

            At least she felt better until those hands locked some type of band about her ankles, helping to keep her spread.  Kagome felt real fear for the first time in her life.  This strange youkai could do anything to her now.  He would probably just rape her since he made sure she couldn’t close her legs.  That unwanted emotion from earlier bubbled up faster moving past her emotional restraints until she felt the fabric wrapped around her eyes begin to wet from the tears.

            The unknown youkai made a quieting sound at the whimper she released.  “There’s nothing to fear human,” a deep voice said.  “I’m paid only to help you find the joy in submitting to a strong alpha male.  No harm will come to you and once we have finished our session you will be allowed to leave.  I won’t allow anything but your pleasure to happen tonight.”

            Paid?  Her thoughts rattled around in her head.  Someone had paid him to tie her up in the hopes she could discover why she should submit to a man.  Well, if this guy thought he knew her body better than her, he had another thing coming.  No way would she get wet or feel pleasure at his touch.  Not with her hands tied she wouldn’t.  Other men had tried and all had failed.

            Suddenly the gag in her mouth was removed.  Tapered figures moved to massage the soreness from her jaws.  Kagome didn’t appreciat the gesture.  She immediately moved to bite the hand touching her.  “How dare you tie me up you beast?  Do you know who I am?  Release me this instant.”

            The male chuckled darkly.  “Fight all you want, but I promise you by the end of the night your juices will be drenching the table in cream.”

            “Hah, that’s what you think.  I eat men like you for lunch.”  The palm of his hand connected with her right ass cheek.  The hand then connected with the left.  Kagome gasped in outrage, even as her body flushed in anger.  “Why did you hit me?”

            “I am not a man.  I am youkai, a Daiyoukai to be exact.  And you would do well to curb that mouth of yours.  That is the problem with you so called independent types.  You run around bullying your way as if what you say should matter.”

            “Everything I say matters you asshole.  It’s you who haven’t said anything of importance.”  He swatted her again on the behind rapidly until she panted with the slight pain.

            “I’ll not warn you again,” he said.  “Your mouth will get you into more trouble than even you can handle one day human.  To me you are nothing but a child throwing a tantrum.  But if you for once paid attention and actually picked your battles before speaking without thought you’d see that more people would be willing to listen to you.”  His palm slid softly against the stinging skin of her ass.  Kagome tried moving her hips away but didn’t get very far with the restraints holding her tied.  “Now, let us begin our lesson.”

            His touch moved away from her briefly.  Kagome continued releasing a string of profanity and threats at the youkai who held her captive.  She didn’t care what he said.  She was not about to bow down to him as if she were some weak willed twit or anything like that.  He could kiss her ass for all she cared and then she’d kick him in the nuts for even daring to treat her this way.

            The youkai male remained quiet throughout her tirade, doing she had no clue what.  Really she didn’t care what he was doing.  She just kept hoping that if she annoyed him enough he would see that she really was uninterested in submitting and let her go about her merry way.  Of course then she would find the nearest cop and have his ass arrested on kidnapping and attempted rape charges.  Then she’d find the supposed person behind this situation and beat them for wasting her time.

~*~

Sesshoumaru wished the human bitch would just shut her trap like he told her.  He bit back a snarl as she continued to threaten him with lawsuit after lawsuit and possible jail time.  He suspected she thought herself so much more intelligent than him by trying her best to annoy him.  Only she had no clue it wouldn’t work against him.  For centuries he’d honed his skills against unruly bitches in need of lessons in being more amendable.  At first he’d only worked with youkai females to make them more amendable to their mates.  But as the centuries had passed and human females changed from the docile females of old to these raving lunatics crying about feminism he changed tactics a bit.

            Personally he didn’t mind a woman handling her own business or even working.  He just wished they didn’t go on believing they could live their lives with out male kind or, much worse, believing they are equal to the male population in all things.  In order to help these females at least find some form of self preservation he thought it his duty to train them correctly.  Then they would be someone else’s problem.

            “You won’t get away with this,” she continued to scream.  Damn, she had to be the mouthiest woman he’d ever dealt with.  He didn’t think she’d taken a single breath in all the time she’d begun.

            He finished setting out the tools of his trade on the table.  His hand for a moment caressed his favorite flogger wishing he could use it on her now.  But alas, it’d only fuel her anger more and his ears rang enough without having to risk losing his hearing.

            Ayame owed him big time for doing this.  The wolf demon had called him to do her a big favor claiming she grew tired of her best girl friend fighting all the time with Kouga.  Sesshoumaru wouldn’t have cared less otherwise.  But when he’d seen the video footage of Kagome and had heard first hand just how unruly she could be he decided he was bored enough to give taming her a try.  If it didn’t work, he highly doubted she’d be able to identify him later.  And if she ever did he had more than enough power to get himself out of trouble.

            So no, he left the flogger on the table for the moment and picked up his special paints.  They were designed by him and enthused with the power of his most loyal sorceress.  Once he painted them on her skin her annoying first hand tendency to bite would disappear long enough to force her to be honest with herself.

            He knew her type very well.  All bluster and no real bite.  She got off on thinking herself always in control of her own life, every single aspect of it.  Because of that need to control she couldn’t possibly see how negatively it affected her life.  As she was currently, she’d only end up being just another old woman still looking for a man to stick around all the while doing everything in her power to run him away.  And then she’d convince herself that the newest failure couldn’t handle a strong woman like her.  His mother had been the same way.  This was probably why his sire left the old bitch for a much younger and much more accommodating human female.

            He returned to the human’s side.  He dabbed the index finger of his left hand in the paint, swirling it around while using the slightest touch of his poison to activate the paint’s full potential.  Then he began at her bound wrists drawing symbols he’d memorized by heart at this point.  Telling the paint exactly what he wanted it to do.  Relax, breathe, quiet, honesty. He hesitated at writing the symbol for receptivity because didn’t really want to force her into simply accepting what he was doing.  He just wanted her to see that she could submit to a man and still be an independent woman in the light of day.  For the moment he skipped receptivity and instead wrote the symbol for open the mind.

            He could feel the tingle of magic emanating from her as the paint began to do its work.  She suddenly stopped speaking so much in terms of threats and relaxed enough to allow him to finish his task.  With her arms done with the symbols he moved to create swirls around her torso, moving between her breasts and around her stomach and back.  He didn’t touch the firm mounds of flesh nor did he touch her any lower than just above the curls leading to her sex.  He continued to swirls along her thighs, both inner and outer, leaving the lower leg free of the paint.

            Once finished he stepped back to take a look at his handiwork.  What he saw pleased him.  She’d have made a gorgeous youkai female with the way the dark swirls lay against her tanned skin, he admitted.  But alas, she was human and he had a job to get done.

            “What did you just do to me?” she asked him quietly.

            He leaned in to whisper against her skin.  “I’ve made it so that you can’t simply dismiss me out of hand.  Part of your problem is you are so used to demanding your way you’ve become afraid of experiencing anything different.  How will you ever find a mate to share your life with when you cannot trust him enough to take care of you?”

            Her breasts jiggled as she took a deep breath.  Just watching them dance for him had his cock hardening pretty fast.  He frowned slightly.  That had never happened before.  Usually it took him a long while to begin to feel any sexual pleasure of him own.

            “I don’t need a man to take care of me.”

            Sesshoumaru brushed his hands against her hips before reaching around her torso to cup her breasts in his hands.  He didn’t move them.  Simply held her back pressed against his chest.  Her breath hitched.  Sesshoumaru took note of that hitching and allowed himself one smirk.  “You will never be able to mimic a man holding you this way.  There is no imagination on this planet that can achieve this.  No toy can give you what someone flesh and blood can.  I can help you see and I mean really see what all life has for you if you just shut up for once.”

            With her, his method was simple.  He didn’t force her body to respond to him.  He teased her body into responding.  He touched her.  But never once did he move toward the blatantly sexual areas of her body.  Those places he left alone until she begged him to touch her there.  And eventually she would because he could begin to scent the cream gathering between her legs.  Occasionally he raked his claws against the skin of her shoulders.  Watching the slight red welts appear before he licked the slight scratches closed.

            Her breathing grew heavier with every touch against her body.  But he said nothing to her other than more of what he wanted her to understand about herself.  He caressed her arms working out some of the contained tension within her.  His pale lips brushed against the skin of her bare shoulders.  He showed her exactly how her body liked to be touched.  Not listening when she began to demand what she wanted from him.

~*~

Kagome didn’t get it.  She never felt pleasure at a man’s touch without having told him first where to touch her.  With this unknown demon he refused to listen to her demands.  She didn’t like it at all.  The way he made her body respond when she couldn’t participate like usual angered her.  Her nipples had grown diamond hard with every stroke of his fingers along her skin.  Between her thighs she felt the first trickle of arousal falling.

            She desperately wanted to force herself to believe that he’d done more to her than he’d said.  But as a miko she would have been able to fight such coercion.  No, what she couldn’t fight was the sudden lack of willfulness that had always been her shield.  Her head fell forward suddenly as the weight of all she currently experienced fell upon her shoulders.  “What do you want from me?” she whispered.

            His fingers wrapped around her torso to cup her chin.  He lifted her head up and back.  His opposite arm tightly wrapped around her hips.  Heated breath caressed her tender earlobe before gentle words brushed against her, causing her body to shiver.  “I want you to learn to let go, to accept pleasure instead of demanding it.”

            A slight whimper left her lips.  The tips of his fingers were so close to the place she needed touched.  But she didn’t know if she could ask for what she wanted.  Allowing things to happen wasn’t the way she’d lived her life and she didn’t feel sure she could start allowing it now.

            But at the same time, she really wanted to come.  Her body shivered.  Hovering right at the edge of completion.  He had done this to her with all his caressing foreplay.  Now she needed it to be finished.  And she needed to do whatever it took to get him to finish it.  She hesitated a moment.  Just to see if he really would refuse to touch her without her asking him.  When he said nothing, she finally sighed with defeat.  “Please,” she whispered.  “Touch me.”

            His hands slid lower over the curls of her sex.  With her legs spread wide for him it took no time to find her pearl of nerves.  Kagome’s whole lower body shuddered at the first direct sexual contact.  Around his middle finger swirled over the bead varying the degrees of pressure.  Her hips tried to rock as much as they were allowed, but the male stopped all movements as soon as she dared to move.  “No,” he commanded, “You don’t move and you don’t come until I tell you to.”  His grip on her chin tightened just the slightest to force her to understand him.

            Kagome released another slight whimper but subsided her movements.  Once again the finger returned to her primed clit before sliding further down to dip inside of her.  “I knew you’d find pleasure in this approach,” he growled into her ear. 

            Kagome couldn’t find words to explain how she felt.  When two long fingers slid inside her she was reminded of how long it’d actually been since she’d been with a man.  The sensation felt almost too much for her to handle.  She cried out as her hips fought against rocking on his fingers penetrated deep within her.  So badly she needed to come.  Little bolts of electricity shot through her body.  She tightened in preparation of an orgasm that never seemed to come.  “Please,” she gasped.

            “Please what?”  She groaned as his fingers seemed to hook just enough to graze against a kernel of nerves hidden inside her body.  Her body gave a full shudder at the intensity of the pleasure.  “Please what?” she heard whispered hotly into her ear.

            She licked dry lips.  “Please let me come.”  Her usual embarrassment got lost in her pleasure filled haze.  All she could think about was getting more.  More pleasure.  More of his touches.  Just more of everything he could give her.  She’d beg him for it if she had to.  She’d do anything he asked of her if it allowed her to reach her end.  She just couldn’t focus on anything else any more.

            “What will you give me to allow one such as you the great honor of release?”

            She didn’t pause a single moment before responding with, “Anything.”  It hardly mattered anymore what her rational mind wanted her to do.  Her hormones had spoken and had overridden anything she might have once questioned to be the truth.  She needed desperately to be fucked and it had to happen now not later.

~*~

Sesshoumaru felt his lips curve upward at her answer.  He knew it would have only been a matter of time before she caved her to her baser needs.  Now all he had to decide was how he would allow her to receive release.  Should he allow his fingers to continue doing all the work or should he press for more.

            He glanced down the front of her body.  Her juices drenched his penetrating fingers.  They slid down the palm of his hand to drip down to a nicely growing pool of feminine musk.  He pulled her chin further up as he continued to fully stroke her insides.

            She was pretty he had to admit now that she managed to close her mouth.  And her pussy felt so tight he knew she’d be probably the best ride of his life.  Oh the decision seemed to be a really tough one.  Especially considering Ayame wasn’t paying him to screw the human girl.  But, his smirk widened, when had he ever really done what he’d been told?  If he took her it would be consensual between them.  Ayame would have no say whatsoever and any consequences would be dealt with later.

            Decision made, Sesshoumaru increased his fingers speed forcing her body to tighten.  At the same time he released her chin to take care of his removing his pants.  Luckily he’d had the foresight to remove his shirt when he first entered the room.  He never liked touching a female without some of his skin being able to touch skin.  It always seemed to add to any sensation any female felt at his touch.

            His erection pushed past the opening, gaining a bit of relief from the tight confines of his jeans.  He tilted her hips back to his allowing his erection to ride the crease of her buttocks.  The girl gave a whimper of desire that had him nearly purring with pleasure of his own.

            One handed he eased his jeans down strong thighs before kicking them across the room.  He almost wished he’d had to foresight to turn on the light in the room because part of him wanted to allow her the chance to see who was about to pleasure her body.  But he had to put such a thought aside.  There was no telling how she’d respond once this session were over and he had no desire to have trouble knocking on his door after this.

            So instead of changing the situation he worked with it.  His soaking fingers eased from her stretched hole.  They spread her folds apart to open her for a much larger penetration.  He didn’t bother wasting time teasing her.  He felt much too primed for what was to come to play the game anymore.  One thrust wedged half his cock inside her.  She screamed as her body gave a deep spasm around him.

            He groaned at the massaging motions of her body.  His gritted teeth kept him from turning the groan into something else.  Kami she felt much tighter than he’d thought.  He almost didn’t know if she could take all of him anymore.  But damn he wasn’t about to let her go without trying.  His hips shifted back only to drive firmly forward once more.  Forcing more of his thick cock inside her.  He continued his retreat and thrust slowly easing her body into relaxing as much as possible.

            The slickness of her juices made the ride much easier than it would have been pre orgasm.  But he still had a little trouble forcing her muscles open.  His left hand grabbed her hip to tilt her into a better angle for his thrust.  He managed to slide inside almost all the way.  With a grunt he bent his knees the slightest bit and lifted just fitting the last inches inside.  Heaven, that was all he had to say he felt.

~*~

Kagome had never felt so full in her life.  If she thought his fingers had been nearly too much then his cock felt like a damn battering ram.  He rocked his hips slowly against her butt.  The motion created a slight friction unlike any she’d felt before.

            She tugged at the bindings holding her arms in place above her head.  Where before she’d been nothing but angry to be bound she now felt a dark thrill fill her.  She couldn’t move.  She had no control.  But she had climaxed anyway.  In fact she felt the zinging pleasure rising once more through her body with just his slight motions.

            When he began to withdraw from her oh so slowly she felt the way her inner muscles clung to him as if trying to keep him inside her body.  The portions of her without him felt greedy with want.  A fire had been lit within her blazing almost out of control.  And more than anything she needed to feel him quench that flame within her before she spontaneously combusted.

            He thrust into her fast and hard only to begin his slow retreat once more.  Kagome had no more fight inside her against him.  Her muscles finally relaxed.  That last bit ready to take everything he could give her.

            Both hands now took possession of her hips, pulling her back into his strong thrusts.  His balls slapped against her sensitive clit adding to her pleasure.  She could hear the sounds of his panting breaths over the sounds of their bodies colliding.  The wet sucking sound of her body’s juices shifting aroused her further.

            The bindings on her ankles were released.  She felt herself be drawn back further from her kneeling position on the table.  The motion had her arms pulling since they were still contained but she feared he’d stop fucking her if she dared to voice any slight discomfort.  The palm of his hand slapped against her ass.  The action seemed to shift him a bit inside her.  Her body tightened against him as she groaned at the stinging pain and heavy pulling of his cock inside her.  He connected again upon the other cheek before pausing as if to assess her reaction.  She deliberately tightened her inner muscles against him to provoke him into spanking her again.  He did continue, alternating with his thrusts to keep her off guard.

            Kagome continued to moan as he used her body for his own enjoyment.  Her hormone driven side gleefully hunted down and joyfully murdered the voice who’d neglected to inform her of the intense pleasure she could feel just by sleeping with someone as gifted and as dominant as the male currently rocking her whole world.

            Her body gave a powerful shudder as a third climax rushed through her system more powerful than anything she’d ever experienced in her life.  She couldn’t draw enough breath into her body.  She felt as if she might pass out she felt so good.  And the first spurt of his come entering her made the experience feel just that much better.  Her last thought before passing out was to wonder at the identity of the demon male and if he’d be willing to see her again.  He really was dangerous at what he did.  But she’d be willing to deal with it if it meant feeling like this again.

~*~

“Kagome,” a distant voice seemed to call out to her.  “Girl, wake up.”  A hand patted none too gently at her cheek to draw her further out of the pleasurable haze she’d been in.

            Deep blue eyes opened to stare into a pair of vibrant green eyes belonging to her friend Ayame.  “Where am I?” Kagome asked.  “And where the hell were you?” she added as an afterthought.

            Ayame sighed deeply.  “We’re at the bar remember?  You wanted to take me out to get me away from Kouga.  I just went to the bathroom for a moment and when I came back I found you missing.  I’ve been looking all over for you.”

            Kagome sat up and glanced around herself.  She was in some sort of stockroom.  She looked down at her body finding her clothing all in place.  It didn’t seem as if she’d been out long and it certainly didn’t look as if she’d been given the fucking of her life.  But her body felt different.  She felt languid and her lower body was much to sore to have not had sex.

            She turned her eyes to her friend who for some reason looked a little uncomfortable.  Kagome couldn’t shrug off the feeling that something didn’t seem right.  Ayame’s story somehow felt off.  Kagome climbed to her feet before she had to reach out briefly to hold the nearest wall as her legs felt like jelly.  She glanced past Ayame to the open door and the sounds of a bar in full party mode.  “I don’t feel like drinking anymore so let’s just go home,” Kagome said.  She had some things she had to think of and needed privacy to be able to think things through.

            She’d had a strange encounter with a strange demon she couldn’t see.  He’d freely admitted to being hired to bind her and show her the joys of submitting to a stronger individual which meant she had to do some investigating if at all possible.  She needed to know who had hired him and maybe…she needed to know his identity as well.

            “Are you sure Kagome?” Ayame asked, her eyes appearing wide and innocent.  Kagome didn’t believe for a moment that her friend felt any regret in leaving.

            “Yes, go home to Kouga.”  And she would go home to her own empty apartment and her own empty life trying to pick up the pieces of her shattered ideals.  And hopefully she’d be able to one day find the answers to her questions.

~*~

The business card had fallen out of her pocket the moment she went to take off her jacket.  Kagome bent over to pick up the black slip of paper with the scrawling silver words.  One name stood out along with an address.

            She felt her heart skip a beat.  It was him.  It had to be because who else would have been so bold as to give her way to find him.  She collapsed onto her beige couch staring at the card as she considered her options.  If she were the smart feminist she always claimed to be she’d call the police immediately and give them the accounts of what happened to her.  Technically she could consider his actions as having raped her because he did mostly violate her body.

            But then she hadn’t really ever told him no or taken the whole situation seriously until it was too late.  Oh she knew she’d threatened him and cursed him.  But she’d been so sure her body wouldn’t respond sexually that she hadn’t thought to say the one word that might have ended things earlier.  Part of her had even desired it to happen.

            She leaned back, her sights still set on the card.  She really wanted to see him again.  To ask the one question that had been on her mind since the whole strange thing happened.  She had to know who was behind her capture and how it happened to her in the first place.  Then she’d decide what to do.

            Kagome tore out of her house and back into her blue Mazda 6.  She entered the address on the card into her GPS system all without fully thinking out her actions.  She only knew she had to see the man who’d given her such incredible pleasure.  She had to know why as well.  Why had he gone about things the way he did.  How had he managed to get past her defenses to make her unwilling to turn him into the police?  And she had to ask him how she could ignore the voice inside her that wanted another round of hot sex with him.

            She left the city of Tokyo for the far edges of the suburbs.  She passed by big beautiful houses in her drive to the one manor home containing the demon she needed to speak to.  When she arrived she didn’t feel surprised to see someone, the gorgeous demon male from the bar, standing in the circle drive waiting for her.

            “It was you,” she said as soon as she alighted from the car.  He nodded.  “Why?”

            He shrugged.  “Your friend wanted you to understand.  But I took the job because you needed to learn a valuable lesson.”

            Kagome waited for the righteous anger that would usually fill her at a time like this.  The anger didn’t come.  She only felt confused at her lack of understanding of the situation and a tiredness of the emotional rollercoaster she had been on all night.  The demon, Sesshoumaru, she remember from the card, grasped her left elbow to guide her into his spacious home.

            “You have been enlightened to a world you once mocked,” he continued to speak.  “I accept that you are probably feeling somewhat out of sorts.  But I am used to this sort of thing happening all the time.  I will help you come to terms and then you should be able to function properly and find yourself a proper mate.”

            “What if I didn’t wish for a mate,” she felt the need to ask.

            His lips quirked briefly.  “You don’t honestly expect me to believe such drivel.  As many centuries I’ve been alive I know the mind of females.  If you did not wish for a family you would have called the police the moment you recovered your senses.  No, you wish for a mate and pups.  But you have spent so much time believing yourself so strong that you’ve driven away any potential male.  Add to that the overly high standards of the modern day human female and you have a situation that breeds nothing but bitterness and loneliness.”

            “I suppose then that I will need this supposed male to take care of me?”  Now she felt the spark of anger she would need to get away from him after this conversation.  She tried to feed it fuel to continue to grow.  She tried to build her anger to the surface as fast as possible because this conversation unnerved her.

            He stopped in the middle of the hallway.  Kagome turned back to view the blank mask of his face.  “Once again you seem to lack an understanding.  A female who needs to be taken care of is useless.  It is the partnership that matters.  You do not allow yourself to be told what to do and yet you expect a male to bow down to you and your demands.  What concessions would you make with this feminism ideal you seem to hold dear?”

            She opened her mouth to speak but could find nothing to say.  What could she have said to him?  She never would have made a concession to any male in her life.  She would have bulldozed her way through the relationship demanding her way and not caring for his feelings.  She would have sneered at him if he’d dared to tell her something she didn’t want to listen to and then she would have left him.  Determining it better to be on her own.  She felt her breath leave her chest in a rush.  She wouldn’t have cared at all.

            Sesshoumaru gave her a knowing look.  “Exactly my point.  What I did was show you the push and pull of a true relationship.  Without some give and take how can you have a happy home?  You looked down upon Ayame because she found enjoyment in being dominated sexually.  You disliked the fact that her relationship tempered her personality enough to where she no longer felt the need to be overly aggressive in her actions.  In your shortsightedness you failed to see what was truly important.  The relationship made her happy.”

            Happy?  Kagome had to wonder if she even knew the meaning of the word anymore.  It had been so long since she’d found happiness in her life.  So maybe everything the demon said made sense.  Maybe she shouldn’t have tried so hard to change Ayame.  And maybe it was her who had to do some true soul searching.

            Lost blue eyes stared widely at golden hues.  Those eyes stabilized her.  They made her feel more at ease and oddly safe.  “Come,” he said, “let me teach you a better way to live.  And then you can be a healthy and happy individual.”  He stretched out his hand for her to take.  Kagome stared at it for a long moment before hesitantly placing her much smaller hand in his.  She followed him deeper through the hallways of him home though she’d probably never be sure why when later asked.

~*~

Two Years Later

Kagome lay in bed cuddled up against her mate.  A soft smile touched her lips as she watched the way the light of the moon shone in his silver hair.  After all this time she still couldn’t believe that she’d found someone to make her dreams come true.  Nor could she believe how she’d almost lost it out an ill conceived notion she couldn’t give up control however briefly.

            Sesshoumaru had made her life wonderful.  He’d soothed her fragile thoughts when she believed she’d be lost forever since she couldn’t accept the changes in her previous values.  He had been there to help her get past her anger at Ayame for going about her reeducation in the way she did.  And he’d been right there by her side when she discovered life anew.

            She hadn’t thought, they hadn’t thought, they’d end up together but something seemed to happen to them in the time he befriended her.  She trusted him.  Maybe it was because he hadn’t taken advantage of her as he could have.  Maybe it was because having allowed him to bind her during the act of sex she was able to draw a closer understanding of her own faults.  It could have been anything and really she didn’t much care about the whys anymore.  All that mattered to her were the hows.  And the most important was how he made her feel.

            She had a mate who loved her.  She had the sort of sexual pleasure many could only dream about.  And she had…the hiccupping start to plaintive cries echoed through the monitor at her bedside.  Kagome rushed out of bed and into the nursery where her infant daughter began waving her little fights in preparation for a tantrum unlike any other.  Kagome lifted her little girl into her arms and cradled her as she headed toward the rocking chair in the corner of the room.  Her mate appeared in the doorway watching her handle the baby.  Kagome gave him a gentle smile and as she fed her daughter she could only think of one thing.  She had the best life and wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.