InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Dance To Remember ❯ Submit To Me ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: Inuyasha and its characters are not in any way mine or ever will be.

 

Chapter 2: Submit To Me

 

The tears fill my astonished eyes

And my full heart is like to break,

And yet 'tis all embannered lies,

A dream those little drummers make.

 

~Richard Le Gallienne (Excerpt from “This Is War”)

 

 

She stood still, her hands clenching on either side of her as she waited, expecting him to attack her…kiss her…anything. But she only waited…and waited…and waited. Finally she opened her eyes and found Sesshomaru leaning casually against the western bedpost, his face passive. Nothing of his thoughts showed themselves to her as he just stood there, his arms crossed loosely in front of him to rest on his chest. His black robes were slightly askew to show he had loosened them, and she saw that he had taken his hair out of its braid.

 

Hiding behind her defensive wall, she huffed angrily, and crossed her own arms, staring just as passively back at him. She saw his eyes flash and unconsciously tilted her chin up in a show of defiance. She watched as his arms uncrossed and slowly, very slowly, he walked towards her, as if he hadn't a care in the world.

 

`The gong made it obvious enough…' She thought sourly as he stopped just in front of her. Unblinking, she tilted her face up to look into his and continued on with their staring contest.

 

“Go wash.” He said suddenly, his eyes never leaving hers. Caught off guard, she stammered in outrage and spat back-

 

“Go marry someone else.” His eyes widened at the rude remark and he brought himself to his full height above her. She remained unfazed, much to his annoyance.

 

“Watch yourself little one or you will be up over your head.” He said, a clear threat in his voice. Kagome bristled further.

 

“I'm not a child anymore Sesshomaru. Do not treat me as such.”

 

“Not a child humm? Then will you accept your responsibilities as an adult?” She paled at the meaning in his words.

 

“If I have to, yes I will.” Kagome said grudgingly, refusing to give him the satisfaction of her behaving like a lowly peasant, unwilling to serve their master.

 

“Good, now do as I say. You stink of my brother's scent.” Kagome's eyes flashed angrily, her hands fisting.

 

“He smells at lot better then you at least!”

 

Immediately afterwards, she knew that was the wrong thing to say. Instantly, he appeared directly in front of her and unready for it, she stepped back and felt the door behind her.

 

“Is that so? Well then, I guess that I will have to come with you as you bathe.” He said softly. She did not miss the anger that was there, however she still did not let it faze her.

 

“Like hell you will!”

 

“Do not curse at me you little bitch!” He snarled as he grabbed her chin forcefully with his hand. She spit in his face, her eyes shooting daggers at him.

 

“Watch me! What do you care? You'll take me either way so what are my options?” She asked venomously. In an instant his other hand connected with her face and she cried out at the contact. Her head snapped to the side with the force of it and then she felt him grab her by the nape of her neck and drag her head backwards with lightning speed. She hissed in pain and tried to kick out at him but then his lips came down crushingly over hers, their fullness taking hold of her entire mouth, forcing it open for his tongue to invade. She gagged and cried out, her arms beating against his chest and shoulders to try and fight him away.

 

He snarled and caught her arms, his tongue loosing its aggressiveness to try a different approach and slowly run a seductive trail across her bottom lip. He felt her stiffen but only tightened his hold on her, until finally he heard her release a tiny sound, almost like a moan, that caused him to growl and coax her into returning the kiss.

 

He left her gasping and panting as he broke away and licked an enthralling trail of hard, nipping kisses down her neck and onto her shoulder, his long, nimble fingers tugging off her obi and allowing the kimono's outer coats to slid down on their own accord as their was now nothing to hold them together.

 

“I thought you said you wanted me to go wash?” She asked, surprised when her voice came out surprisingly calm. He growled deeply, and blew nipped softly at her cheek.

 

“I do.” One of his hands traced over the side of her face, the other pushing through her kimono folds.

 

“Then get away from me.” She said coldly. For a moment he became still and then she heard what she almost thought was an agitated sigh before he released her and turned away.

 

“Follow me.” He said amusedly over his shoulder as he saw her modestly try to keep her kimono together.

 

“Don't. There will be no point.” He said cynically. She glared at him and held it together more tightly.

 

“Follow me.” And with that he opened another large pair of doors that led into a magnificent bathroom. Entering it she took in everything around her, grudgingly impressed with how equipped it was. The man might have been as ass, but he knew how to decorate.

 

The room was huge. The walls all hung with tapestries and shelves holding rare antiques like intricately woven baskets and ceramics. Against the walls were wooden benches lines with shelves that held towels and bathing accessories. In the middle of the room was a large hot spring with a connecting waterfall that churned and fell into it. It was as big as large swimming pool and had a pair or smoothly cut stairs running down into the water. Around it, were clusters of shallow pools, one at each point, and she thought she saw something orange touch the surface before diving down. Moving closer, she looked into the nearest one and saw a colorful display or fish with brightly colored water plants and polished stones.

 

`Carp?' Curiously, she looked around further and saw white candles placed around the room, there soft glow giving light into the darkness. They hung from lamps, and were clustered around the sides of the hot spring. Looking up she saw that they were boasted from candle racks in the corners of the room. A large table beside it was adorned with small glass vials and jars. Upon further examination she discovered them to be scented perfumes and oils. At least five different assorted soaps were placed in small bamboo plates, and as she reached for a large, red heart shaped glass vile, which was the last thing on the table, Sesshomaru's voice cut sharply through the silence.

 

“Do not touch that!” Surprised she almost dropped the vile but caught it just in time and sighing in relief. Silently seething at her husband for scaring her like that, she placed it back, albeit disappointedly upon the table.

 

“What is it?” She asked, her earlier obstinacy leaving her as she smelled one of the soap bars. It was strong and she resisted the urge to sneeze. Silently chastising herself, she sniffed it again and smelt pine and cinnamon. Looking at it further, she noticed the pine needles and clouds of brown within it, and guessed that it was the soap Sesshomaru used. It seemed too masculine to be for a woman.

 

He ignored her question and without another word, closed the doors and locked them. Unaware of his actions she took in carved stone cabinets filled with spare clothes, atop which were assorted jade or marble statues of gods or goddesses. Offhandedly, she noticed he kept a statue of Fugen Bosatsu, the god of enlightening wisdom, and Jizo Bosatsu, the protector of mankind. She paused and wondered at that. Mankind? Why would a demon have something like that?

 

The sound of someone entering the water caught her attention and her eyes widened as she looked over and saw Sesshomaru, water up to his waist within the steaming water. It instantly mad her throat go dry.

 

This wasn't fair…he was a asshole…a self centered, conceited jerk! And yet he was also allowed to have a gods body? No this wasn't fair…why couldn't he be scarred up or be missing a limb or have bad breath…or something? His physical appearance may have been perfect…but it was his attitude that she had to live with! She had always been spoiled…polite but mouthy at times, and now those days were just gone. Her husband demanded that of her. Well she wouldn't let him! He may have gotten her to accept him sexually, but he wouldn't get anything else!

 

`What would he want anyway? Respect? Adoration? Casualness perhaps? Never. He doesn't deserve anything from me, the arrogant hound.'

 

He looked over at her and saw her scowling at him.

 

Broad shoulders were set well upon a smooth chest which v'ed down to a slim waist. His chest itself was pale and hard, muscles corded and moved beneath his skin as his toned arms flexed. His lower stomach showed off well sculpted abs that led down to his waist where on each side were two magenta stripes that matched the stripes on his face. From there, the water cut everything else off from view and she found herself half relieved and half curious.

 

“Don't just stand there and stare at me like a fool, get in.” He said annoyed as he walked further within the water, until he was unable to touch the bottom and simply treaded water.

 

“I-In there? W-with you?” She stammered mortified as the soap bar fell from her hand, back into the bamboo dish.

 

“Yes. And now.” He said annoyed as he arched his back and leaned his head back into the water in order to wet his hair. His eyes closed as his arms went back, his hands running slowly through his shinning silver hair. The sheer magnificence of it paralyzed her, and when he didn't hear her move, he cocked an eye open and growled in annoyance as he straightened to look at her.

 

“If you do not do as I say I will come and throw you in myself!” He said coldly. Her eyes widening, she opened her mouth with a hot retort but bit it back. She did not feel like having him touch her so she guessed her only option was to go in herself. But still…naked? She knew that she couldn't go in full clothed but gods-she had never done this before and he just expected…? She cursed him under her breath in four different languages thanks to her mother and Sango and hesitantly walked to the stone staircase. She stood there for a second and then slowly let the kimono slide off of her body to pool at her feet on the floor. Sesshomaru, who was watching her, took in her body, the candles sending soft shadows over it, as she stood still, almost afraid to move. He felt his breathing hitch slightly but didn't let her see it. He'd rather damn himself then let her know the effect she had on him.

 

She was perfect…an angel carved in alabaster stone, still and beautiful. Her legs were long and firm, and seemed to stretch on for miles only to v into the soft mound of her womanhood. His eyes trailed up, to the curves of her sensual hips, curved to utter perfection as they were wide. She had a flat, toned stomach, and as his eyes went higher, he saw large white breasts, full and round gleaming in the soft candle light, marred only by her rose colored nipples. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen…surely a goddess of beauty, among mortals. She was every man's dream…and she was all his.

 

His body tensed with a pounding, unrelenting need that tore at his self control. His hands clenched painfully and he felt his claws prick the skin of his palms. Forcing his demon nature to calm, he swam forward slowly, watching her carefully so as to make sure she would not try to run. She did not. It wouldn't have mattered anyway though if she had, he had locked the doors for that reason.

 

The water went lower and lower on him, until with one last step everything of himself was bare to her. He saw her eyes widen as she took a step back only to stop instinctively knowing he would chase her.

 

She had never known such an exquisite creature was alive upon the earth. His entire body was glistening white, more attractive then she thought it would be. She drank in his previously explored chest and stomach to go down to what caught her attention most. Her eyes stilled over `it' and he could tell by the look in her eyes that she wasn't scared…just curious. Filled with both awe and the relief of acknowledgement.

 

They went down further to his legs, which were long and strong, slim but toned making her blush. He gauged he reaction to every new thing she discovered, and felt his arousal spike.

 

He saw a look of challenge come into her eyes as she walked forward, her feet descended the first step cautiously and the next just as equally so, until he became impatient and with one quick movement, his hands cupped her waist and hoisted her up, only to slid her intimately down the length of him until her feet touched the ground.

 

“Go to that table and bring me that bar of soap you were examining earlier along with something to wash with.” He whispered into her ear making her shiver despite the warm water.

 

She nodded and started towards the table of soaps and oils.

 

Bringing back the requested items, she carefully walked back to him and curiously watched him swim further out to where the waterfall sat churning and bubbling. She swam after him and suddenly saw him step up slightly.

 

Stairs had been carved there, but unlike the others they were wide enough for a person to sit on them. Then she understood. He sat down on one of the middle steps, where the water came to his waist and sat a step behind him. She placed the soap and cloth on the side of the waterfall where the rock was carved into a small basin and looked back at her husband.

 

Seeing that she was done, he leaned back, his back rested in her lap, his head settled between her breasts as he closed his eyes. She was stiff but still soft, and upon his command she leaned back slightly, making him more comfortable.

 

“I want to hate you…” Her sudden words rang softly over the water to bounce off the walls.

 

“Do you?” He asked disinterestedly.

 

“Yes…and no. I do not completely know you yet, but your first appearance was-and is-not exactly promising.” She said, anger tingeing her voice.

 

“I doubt that anything in my appearance was less then to be expected.” He replied arrogantly. She leaned back and glared at the top of his head. There was silence after that.

 

“I can not believe that you insulted my mother's friends.” She said trying to bait him. He shrugged.

 

“How did you know?” He asked chuckling softly despite himself.

 

“I didn't, I just wanted to confirm whether you did or not.” She said jadedly.

 

“Little fox, you're a tricky one.” He growled as he sat up and turned around in her arms.

“I won't let you take me.” She said dangerously as he situated his weight evenly upon her.

 

“Don't worry, I won't try. You will submit eventually. All I have to do after all is touch you.” She gritted her teeth, her eyes looking out over the water.

 

“You are a bastard…” She whispered softly as he kissed her finger tips distractively.

 

“You have no idea…” He whispered huskily as he felt his cock harden. Her refusal to bow down to him was causing his demonic instincts to surface and he was not in much of a mood to hold them at bay. Faintly, he imagined her, running through the forest as she was right now, and he coming after her-taking her. He felt himself twitch at the thought of it and smirked evilly.

 

“But even so, I am ashamed that you think that.” He whispered as he nipped at her knuckles teasingly. She remained silent, her eyes looking at anything but him. He felt irritation begin to stir within him, the combination of that with his lust, making his control wane still further.

 

“Are you determined to ignore me?” He asked with a growl as he caught her parted lips with his.

 

“Are you determined to be a pompous ass to me when out in public?” She said harshly as she forcibly broke away.

 

`I refuse to forgive him for that…that STUNT that he did on the balcony! The slimy bastard deserves a good kick in the-'

 

“I will be many things when out in public but I am anything but that.” He said in exasperation as one of his hands cupped a breast and began to massage it. He was becoming more and more irritated with her for refusing to go along with him. Leaning forward, his mouth suckled softly on a sensitive part of her neck making her stiffen.

 

“Like it or not I will teach you what absolute abandon feels like. You cannot hold out forever against me.” He whispered seductively as he massaged her breast softly, his other hand coming between them to skim over her stomach. Her hips quivered softly against his roaming fingers and he splayed them over her navel as his mouth left her neck to lick a heated trail down to her other ignored breast. He could feel her nerve faltering, knew she felt the pressure within her stomach, the scent of her arousal assured him of it.

 

Teasingly, he cupped her breast in his hands, is tongue trailing over the tops of them making her whimper softly. When he replaced his mouth with one of his hands, he heard her gasp, her hands coming to tangle in his hair hesitantly. Knowing her resolve was almost diminished, he gently nipped at the nipple, causing it to tighten, his hand simultaneously tweaking its twin. Her body jerked in surprise and he smiled, a low moan coming from his mouth as he felt her body moving down onto her back, his body coming over hers.

 

She cried out when he suckled harder, his other hand leaving her breast to skim down her ribs to her hip where he playfully raked the skin with his claws. He saw her eyes widen, her throat swallowing as she tried to be as quiet as she could. And then his fingers gently rubbed against her clit and he sensed her defenses finally fall.

 

She gave one loud, breathy moan, and he nipped again at her breast, his mouth opening to swirl her nipple with his tongue. He watched as she threw her head back, her silky black hair glistening in the candlelight, her petite neck open for inspection. He growled softly and looked away from it, instead focusing on her other breast. Then he decided that the pace should pick up. He cupped her, one finger delving into her to feel her warmth. Slowly, it began to move, guiding her into the rhythm until finally, she began to move against him, her legs opening wider to give him better access.

 

His mouth left her breast altogether as he leaned back to watch her. Her eyes opened as he did so and she tried to sit up but he put his free hand on her shoulder, pushing her down again. Making sure she would not move again, he leaned back once more and inserted another finger into her, his eyes watching as her stomach convulsed and began to move around them. Her body moved against them with more urgency then, her fingers clawing against the stone stairs she laid on. He had to close his eyes to calm himself when one of her hands covered the one pleasuring her, urging him deeper within her. He did as she wanted. Opening his eyes, he plunged his fingers in to the knuckle and heard Kagome cry out in pleasure, her back arching causing her breasts to bounce enticingly. He would have suckled her again but he wanted to be witness to something else.

Sliding his fingers back, he did so again, and she whimpered, her heels coming around his arm to hold him there. Sesshomaru growled in response and went faster, her body responding in kind by following him. His eyes couldn't leave the sight as his fingers went faster and faster, soon becoming soaked with her essence until suddenly, he felt her walls tighten around him, and heard her scream softly as she found her release.

 

He smiled wickedly as he slid the digits from her and she moaned softly again to try and make him pick up where he had left off. When he didn't, one of her hands slid down to help herself but he caught it, making her whimper and writhe, her legs tightening around his arm pleadingly. Now he himself found himself panting as he leaned over her once more and licked her cheek animalistically.

 

“Did you know…” He whispered sensually against her ear.

 

“That your eyes turn the color of emeralds as you orgasm?” He whispered as his hand once again cupped her center.

 

“Y-yes…oh gods yes...!” She whimpered back and satisfied he took her lips savagely, his hands untangling her legs from around his arm and cupping her waist as he wedged one of his thighs between hers, opening her for him. She moaned and wrapped her legs around him, the intensifying pressure between her legs become hotter and more intense every second.

 

His hands moved from her hips to her inner thighs, his nails scraping over the silky flesh as pushed them apart almost painfully. Positioning himself over her entrance, he felt her legs wrap around his waist, her arms around his back as she stilled and waited for him to claim her as his.

 

He looked down at her face, her closed eyes, and parted lips…her damp curly hair wild around her head and shoulders. He watched her throw itself backwards as her hips gyrated up into his and with a snarl, he flexed his hips and thrust himself to the hilt within her, breaking her virginal barrier. As he did so, a blinding violet light exploding from the crescent moon on his forehead.

 

She felt him break threw her tight passage and screamed in pain, her body flailing wildly as she tried to get him off of her, anything to stop the ripping pain that was coursing through her entire being. Holding her down with his body, he remained still, refusing to move as he allowed her to become accustomed to his size.

 

“Itai! It hurts! It hurts so much!” She cried out, tears pouring down her face as she clutched onto him desperately.

 

“It will stop soon.” He said softly as he kissed away her tears. Soon, her crying stopped and slowly, he moved forward within her. She stiffened and afraid that she was still sore he stopped.

 

“No…I'm fine. Keep going...” She whispered quietly as a soft moan escaped her lips. Nodding, he moved forward slowly once more until she started to move against him. That was when he moved faster, his thrusts becoming harder and more possessive making her gasp in pleasure.

 

“Hold onto me!” He groaned, and she did. Her legs tightened around him as her arms wrapped around his back once more. Experimentally, she moved against him and felt pleasure course through her.

 

Soon she met his pace, meeting his every thrust until he threw back his head and roared his release as he exploded violently within her, his hot and heavy essence flowing within her as she screamed her own release. He collapsed upon her, his shoulder heaving as he gasped for air. She whimpered softly, as she nipped at one of his pointed ears and felt his face settle into the slant of her neck.

 

Thinking that he was just resting as she was, she was not ready when she suddenly felt a fiery pain shoot threw her neck. Screaming, she felt something warm and sticky drip down the side of her neck, flowing over her shoulder and down her breast. And then just as suddenly, that same pain became an intense pleasure that filled her veins with fire. Surprised, she felt power flowing through her entire being, some sort or foreign electricity exploding underneath her skin. Gasping as she felt the power come together more and more until unexpectedly, it exploded violently from her body in a tsunami of pure and unrestrained light. She could only cry out in confusion before darkness overtook her.