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The adult store had turned out to be nothing at all like what Kagome had expected. It was far larger than the outward building made it seem, and it was evident the moment she stepped inside that it was both clean and organized.
What was not as evident was the fact that it was being run by a yokai. There were traces of yoki throughout the store—not enough for her to pick up on who it might be, if it was anyone she knew, but enough for her to know it was run or owned by a yokai of some strength.
But Kagome would not let herself be pulled back into the past. She'd moved on with her life since her time in the feudal era, finding a career and future of her own that didn't have her chasing after shadows. InuYasha, if he'd lived to her time, hadn't sought her out. Shippo and Kirara were nowhere to be seen.
She was alone to make her life however she saw fit.
She wandered up and down the various aisles, not seeking anything in particular. She knew she wanted something to spice up her life a little—she'd been single for far too long now—but the what eluded her. Nothing seemed to catch her eye.
She sighed quietly, wondering when she'd become so difficult. She'd been unsatisfied during her last sexual relationship, and a good bit of it seemed to stem from not wanting whatever it was he'd been providing her during their encounters. It had been endlessly frustrating, but what could she do?
She paused as she neared the bondage section. She'd never tried it, but it seemed enticing...
The idea of being held down, subjected to whatever her partner wanted to give her, giving up all control—it called to her in a way she couldn't explain. There, alone in the sex store, she could feel herself dampening.
She wanted to try it. Desperately.
But Kagome had no one to try it with.
She sighed as she reached out to caress one of the bondage sets. It came with four restraints, one each for her arms and legs, plus a collar with a chain that connected all of the bindings. She could already see herself, bound, bent over a desk or secured to a bed, her naked body writhing with pleasure as a man attended to her with his mouth, fingers, and various toys she'd seen from around the shop. She could feel herself growing closer to the edge, wishing she could move to cling to him and yet relishing that lack of control all the same. Just a little more and she'd—
She heard a sudden crash and nearly jumped out of her skin.
She whirled, searching for the source of the noise. Perhaps the store clerk had made an appearance, but more than likely, she thought, some idiot customer had run into a line of shelving and knocked merchandise over.
But she didn't see anyone.
Shrugging, she turned back to the bondage stuff. Perhaps she should purchase it, anyway. Sooner or later her dry spell would end and she could always see about enticing a future lover to try it with her. Though there were multiple varieties, her gaze kept drifting back over to the chained set.
The possibilities were endless with it. She could see herself, hog-tied and on her hands and knees as someone plowed into her from behind, pinching her clit endlessly as she gasped her release for the world to hear.
She swore she heard a small gasp but figured that, perhaps, it came from her own lips. She was aroused.
Her gaze shifted to one of the outfits nearby. It was a leather cutout designed to encircle each breast while leaving them fully on display before trailing down to her nether regions and ass to hold them open for a male gaze. She could picture herself walking though the store dressed only in that and a coat, teasing her fantasy lover as well as herself with all of the possibilities before he snapped and took her to his car before he ripped off her coat and fucked her, hard, in the parking lot.
She only now realized she wanted to be dominated in bed.
This time, a tiny snarl rumbled out, one that most definitely had not come from her own lips.
She felt the male presence behind her then, one with yoki spiking with unmistakable arousal. "You should leave," a male voice rasped, one that seemed distinctly familiar.
She turned and gasped. Though to any ordinary human, he'd have appeared to be a normal middle-aged Japanese man, Kagome saw right through his illusion to the yokai within.
Sesshomaru.
And then, along with the realization came a familiar sense of daring. She lifted her chin. "Why should I leave?" she challenged, raising a brow. "I'm a paying customer."
The last time he'd seen her, she'd been a teenager. She was a woman in her early thirties now, however, and he'd find she'd be even less intimidated now than she'd been back then.
"Are you? Yet you have made no selections after spending nearly an hour in my store." His tone was icy and she wondered if he didn't recognize her or if he was simply displeased to see her now after all of these years.
"Is browsing illegal?" She clicked her tongue as he glowered at her. "As it happens, I've made my selection. These." She reached for the chained set she'd been eying, along with the outfit she'd been daydreaming of herself wearing.
So what if she didn't have a partner? She could still treat herself and it seemed both items were fueling her imagination.
His gaze dropped down to the items she held. "Very well. Come to the front and I will ring you up."
"Maybe I'm not done looking, Sesshomaru." She was determined to make her point here.
"How do you—" He stopped short as his nostrils subtly flared and she knew he was scenting her, trying to place who she was. "You." To her surprise, he suddenly cornered her in his shop, his arms coming around either side of her as he pinned her back against the display. "Have you come here to tempt me once more?"
"Tempt you?" Her eyes were round as she tried to take in the swift change in his behavior. "I haven't done anything—"
"That is precisely the issue." He continued to glower at her, but this time, there was a heat there that hadn't been there before. One that seemed absolutely unmistakable, even when it was Sesshomaru looking at her like that.
It made her wet.
Helpless to do anything else, she suddenly visualized Sesshomaru as the one pinning her to his desk, her bindings secured to its legs as he fucked her, hard. He was as naked as she, his markings as wild as his pace as he claimed her.
He visibly shuddered. "You must stop, Kagome."
He'd remembered her name.
"Stop what?" She licked her lower lip.
"Visualizing." The word seemed to be torn from him. "You are projecting everything."
"Everything?" she repeated slowly, looking up at him to study his face for any emotions that broke through. And then suddenly, his meaning hit her. "You can see what I've been daydreaming?"
"It is a miko gift," he said quietly, his eyes dropping to her lips. "To project one's thoughts into an illusion the recipient becomes caught within. It would seem that you are exceptionally talented at it."
She gasped, flushing as she realized he'd seen everything. "That means you saw me naked!" she blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "You saw me naked, Sesshomaru!"
"You pictured me naked," he countered, staring down at her as red glittered within his golden gaze.
"Right." She nibbled on her lower lip, nearly oblivious to how he watched her. "I guess I did do that."
They were both silent for a moment.
She could take it back, apologize, and pretend it never happened. But from the way he held her, she could tell he wasn't entirely unaffected—nor disinterested. She could have him if she wanted it.
And she wanted him.
Closing her eyes for a moment, she pictured him slicing off her clothes, demanding she offer her breasts to his waiting mouth before he suckled the eager peaks. She pictured him kissing his way down her body, suckling her there before sliding inside one of the vibrating dildos he sold. And then her imagination ran away with her entirely. She pictured him bending her over a desk—sex stores still had those, right, in the back?—and using the bindings she held in one hand to secure her in place before he took her. She pictured herself pleading with him to do whatever he wanted to her.
She heard his answering snarl moments before he pulled her into his arms, merchandise and all. A flash of golden light was all it took for them to wind up in the backroom of the shop and then he dumped her unceremoniously on his desk.
Before she could complain, he sliced off her clothing and then sliced free the bindings from their packaging.
"I haven't paid for those yet," she protested stupidly.
"You can pay for them later," he promised her darkly, his eyes roving over her naked body. "I suspect we could easily work out an arrangement or two."
She shuddered at the heated promise in his voice. "I'll do whatever you want," she said then, watching him shudder in turn. He seemed to relish the idea of having her at his mercy as much as she relished being at his.
"Lay down on your stomach," he cajoled. As she did so, he began shackling her arms and legs to the table, leaving her spread.
The idea of being at his mercy had her growing wetter and he hadn't even touched her yet.
"Do you like this?" he rumbled, bending his head to nip her shoulder lightly. "Do you crave being spread like this, waiting for whatever I choose to give you?"
She whimpered. "Please, Sesshomaru." She strained against the bonds now holding her as he moved to nip her neck. He hadn't slid the collar into place yet, but by the way he held it in his hands, she knew it was coming.
"Mmm." He bit down a little harder on her neck as she gasped. "Perhaps I will torment you as you have tormented me."
She wanted to squeeze her legs together at that so he wouldn't see the evidence of his words on her but at the same time, she wanted him to know.
She wanted to see him lose control.
"Stop talking," she demanded then, though her voice had a distinctly pleading note, "and fuck me already."
He chuckled, the sound full of promise. "In due time, little miko."
Before she could protest, he buckled the collar around her neck, gently moving her hair out of the way as he did so. Once it was secured, he pressed a small kiss to her neck.
"Is it too tight?" he asked her softly. "Can you breathe easily?"
"No, it's fine." She took a few deep breaths to be sure, but it didn't constrict her airflow. It had just enough pressure to remind her of its existence, but not so much as to cause discomfort. "All of the bindings feel comfortable."
"Good." He sounded pleased. "If they become uncomfortable, you will speak up immediately."
"Okay." She opened her mouth to say something else but it snapped shut the moment he produced a blindfold. "Are you really going to blindfold me?" she asked, incredulous.
"Why not?" He sounded amused. "Your imagination is active enough to provide you visuals even without your sight."
She huffed but didn't protest as he slid the silk blindfold into place. As wet as she was then, she wouldn't have cared if he'd gagged her, too, so long as he fucked her.
But to her relief, he made no movements to gag her. Instead, now that she was fully bound and waiting, he began to tease. At first, it was just the tips of his fingers and claws, lightly tracing over whatever bare skin they found as they drifted.
When she began gasping, he began kissing her body as well, avoiding all of the areas she wanted him most while sensitizing the rest of her flesh. An unknown object soon joined his hands and mouth, the sensation soft as silk and yet warm enough to heighten her pleasure further.
She began trembling before he ever approached her erogenous zones. She'd never been so aroused in all her life.
"Sesshomaru," she managed, gasping as that soft, warm touch began to trace outside the tip of one breast, skirting her nipple without ever actually touching it. "Please."
"Please what, little miko?" he purred into her ear before nipping the lobe lightly.
"Touch me." She was begging but she didn't care. "Please touch me."
"I am touching you." He sounded amused as he lightly traced over one hip.
"Not like that!" She was indignant—she knew he knew what she wanted.
He chuckled. "Do you hunger, Kagome? Do you crave this?" His mouth hovered above one breast, his warm breath puffing on her nipple as it beaded. "Poor little miko. All of your human lovers paled in comparison, didn't they? None of them could give you what you really wanted. But I can."
Any protest she might have made was lost as he lightly bit down on her nipple before suckling it.
She gasped as she arched against him as much as the bindings would allow, desperate for more. "Sesshomaru!"
"Yes." He sounded pleased. "Like that. I want to hear you like that."
He suckled her breast, hard, and she swore she saw stars in her closed eyes just before he moved over to her other breast to offer it the same treatment. When she tried to arch up higher, he reached out to tug lightly on the chain.
It didn't choke her, but it served as a clear reminder of who was in charge.
She managed to stiffen her body enough as he returned his attention back to her breast, teasing the sensitive peak for another moment before he pulled back. For a moment, he did nothing as the cool air teased the tips he'd aroused.
And then she felt something slide over each nipple. It didn't clasp them as nipple clamps would, merely encircled them, and for a moment, she froze at the odd sensation.
Suddenly, she heard a click and felt the vibrations race through her breasts down to her core as she cried out. He'd put something on her nipples, something that vibrated and threatened to steal away whatever sanity she had left.
He didn't wait for her pleas then as he kissed his way down her core, teasing the curls he found there with the pads of his fingers before something cold and damp slid along her entrance. It moved to swirl around her clit before sliding back down to her entrance, alternating movements so she could never guess where it would move next.
She shuddered as she found herself approaching the precipice. It wouldn't take much to make her come, she could feel it—
Another click and the sensation at her core began to vibrate as she exhaled sharply, tumbling over into the pleasurable abyss.
Yet he did not stop. He continued to toy with her, sending her sharply up towards release before she'd even had time to calm from her last.
This time, however, as she began to orgasm, he thrust something inside her. It wasn't his cock nor his fingers, and it took her a moment to recognize it.
He'd thrust a dildo inside of her.
"Beg me," he rasped as he used the toy to take her, hard. It was longer than most human cocks could hope to be, reaching places inside her that had not been used during her prior sexual encounters.
And she loved it.
"Please, Sesshomaru," she pleaded. "Let me come."
Another toy circled her clit then, one that had to be identical to the ones on her breasts. Knowing what would happen, she gasped as she heard the click that turned the toy on.
Her hips arched as much as they could then, helpless to do anything but dissolve with the pleasure.
And still, it was not enough.
"Please," she managed as he continued to thrust the toy into her, though his pace was softer now. "Please, Sesshomaru. I need..."
"What do you need?" he rumbled softly.
"You. I need your cock." She gasped as he shoved the toy in her roughly then, as though her words had caused him to lose a little of his control. "Give it to me, Sesshomaru. I need it." It was a plaintive cry, but she wouldn't take it back.
Not when she heard his answering growl.
He was close to losing his control; she knew he was.
"Fuck me," she demanded then, wishing she could reach out to take his cock in her hands. She had the feeling that if she got her hands on it, he'd lose whatever control he had left.
Just picturing herself doing it, however, seemed to be his undoing. The toy was ripped from her before she heard the thump of it being cast aside. And then, without preamble, he thrust inside her, taking her hard as his hands found purchase in her hips.
Unlike the toy, he was not as long as she might have expected, but he was girthy, enough that she felt helplessly spread open.
She could do nothing but lay there as he took her. The toys continued to vibrate on her clit and her nipples, sending her into several small orgasms that left her trembling without voice. If she could have spoken, she'd have pleaded with him.
But he'd stolen even that from her.
And she loved it.
She heard his snarl as she clenched around him and an idea came to her then. She could not move, could not see him, but she still had her imagination.
With ruthless cunning, she pictured herself taking his cock in hand, going on her hands and knees as he gripped the chains of her bindings.
His thrusts became erratic as he snarled again.
He'd seen the vision she'd put together for him.
And then, whatever control he'd been clinging to, whatever he'd had left, crumbled. He took her so hard she doubted she'd be able to walk the next day and all the while, she wanted more.
Who cared about walking when she could have this?
She could feel herself racing up the peak, could feel the jerkiness of his thrusts, and knew they would not last long.
His hands moved, one gripping the chain lightly while the other squeezed her breast, and she heard him snarl as he suddenly swelled within her, spurting his seed as he locked within.
His release triggered her own as he swelled at the part of her that was most sensitive, electrifying her nerves.
For awhile, neither of them could say or do anything as they came down from their release. She wondered if this was to be it; the best sex of her life followed by no encores. If it was, she didn't know how she'd handle it. She doubted any human lover would compare after him.
No, she realized then. No one, yokai or hanyo or human, would ever compare to him.
"Do you want more?" he asked, pulling back to slide up the blindfold so he could kiss her brow.
She jerked her head in response, not trusting herself to speak just yet. Her body was still so shaky she was relieved the bindings kept her in place, else she might have tumbled unceremoniously onto the floor in a molten heap.
He grinned. "Then you shall have it." He kissed her then and she realized it was their first kiss. It was rather odd to realize after all they'd done, but she relished in the intimacy, in the emotions the kiss betrayed.
This was not just sex.
But before he could do more than slide out of her, an unknown voice called out in the shop.
"It would seem I have a customer," he said, his tone regretful, but there was a smirk at his lips that she didn't quite trust as sincere. He was planning something. "I'll be back soon, little miko."
And, before she could say anything else, he tucked himself back in and clicked up the setting of the toys he'd left on her breasts and clit, leaving her gasping and arching up in pleasure.
He left her like that as he headed out to the front to tend to his customer, forcing her to bite her lip to swallow her gasps least the customer hear her through the closed door. For anyone else, she'd have protested being abandoned like that.
With him, she loved it.
It took three orgasms for him to return to her and by then, she was helpless to stop the shakes as little orgasm after little orgasm claimed her.
"Look at you," he rumbled, eyes blazing. "You look so aroused, Kagome. So needy, so ready for me."
She was. She couldn't even manage the words.
This time, he shed his clothes, quickly, before he lined himself up at her core.
But he didn't slide within her.
She whimpered a wordless plea for him to do so. She felt so achy, so empty, without him inside her.
"I want to claim you," he growled then, eyes on her fierce. "It is too soon, but I wanted you to know my intent."
She nodded her head jerkily. She didn't want to let him go, either, but right now was not the time.
He looked relieved at her acceptance, but he didn't give her long to process that. Between one breath and the next, he was inside her again, taking her just as roughly as he had before.
She decided to abandon any thoughts she might have managed about their future. There would be time enough to consider that later, once their bodies had been sated.
For now, she wanted everything he had to give her as he fucked them both into abandon.