InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ In Bed With the Mob ❯ Mob Freedom ( Chapter 2 )

In Bed with the Mob:

Mob Freedom

Kagura sat on edge of the bay windows looking at the cracking of dawn. Sesshomaru was still in the shower. He refused to go to bed without bathing first. At least he had good hygiene. She played with the ends of her silver nightshirt…well, it was his nightshirt, but she wore it more often than him. Most women had an elegant satin and lace nightgown that made their mates' mouth water on their wedding night but not her. She was lucky she had that shirt. After they had returned to the house, his only intentions were to get her naked again. That led to an all out war, culminating in a night of passion by the rose beds. At least she now knew not to walk around the property wearing only her man's nightshirt when they were arguing: he was too territorial.

It had been five years since she was tricked into marrying the Inu Youkai Lord, and though they weren't particularly happy, they were the best years of her life. He respected and protected her, not that she needed protection. She sufficed. But, he did care for her. He would never say he loved her. That wasn't in the demon Lord's nature. But, he did show it. For the past five years, he exclusively shared his bed with her, his appetite for her never dwindling. He made sure she was well provided for, even though she whished he would forget about the youkai bodyguard escort. He had given her two beautiful sons, and then, there was a moment, late at night, when he thought she was sleeping, that he would kiss the back of her neck and called her his little bird.

Kagura snorted. That was part of her misery in this house. He had promised her freedom and failed to comply. For all intents and purposes, she was still a little puppet. Her master may have changed, but no one had cut the strings, and after what happened tonight in the Governor's Ball, more strings would be tied. That poor girl…she never saw it coming. "I hope Inu Yasha is ready for it." She whispered as she placed her head against the window pane.

"For what?" Kagura turned around in surprise. When had her husband gotten out of the bathroom? He was too quiet for her own good. Sesshomaru looked at her with a raised eyebrow, ignoring the fact that he was only wearing a towel. Kagura couldn't help but admire the drops of water running from his hair down his defined chest and washboard abs. She did it every time and never bored of it.

"The mess he's gotten himself into." Kagura replied turning back to look out of the window. The red sun was visible above the treetops, even though their room remained dark. She wasn't in the mood to talk. She was in a mood to brood.

"Does this have something to do with the girl he was with tonight?"

"Yes." She sighed the word, too tired to provoke the conversation. How long did it take the sun fully rise over the trees?

"Is she still seeing that other man?"

"Not if she's smart."

"Is she smart?" Sesshomaru asked moving towards his wife. There was no sense in going to bed when his wife was in one of her moods. He would have to cheer her up one way, or another.

"Very."

"Then, what is the problem?" He was stalking her, getting ready to pounce. Her dull ruby eyes met his passionate gold one, and she said the one word that could kill his mood,

"Naraku." It had been a long time since Kagura had referred to him as her father. He hadn't been a father to her, with the exception of the biological definition.

"Do you care to explain?" He asked, masking his annoyance with his stoic mask. She shook her head as she stared into the wilderness with unfocused eyes. He raised an eyebrow when she started twirling her engagement ring. Naraku had had their original wedding annulled due to the improper proceedings, but by that time, Sesshomaru had arranged a second wedding. Since he had robbed her of her dream wedding, he appeased her with a two Karat red diamond solitaire: The diamond that had brought her to him; the diamond that reminded him of her eyes. He had then given her a private ceremony at City Hall before having a quiet get together in the house. Naraku had them unwed for ten minutes before Sesshomaru married her again. This time, the corrupt hanyou had no other choice than to back off. Yet, he still found his way into their bedroom.

"Do you think he will hurt Kagome because she's with Inu Yasha?" He asked, taking the seat by her side.

"The other way around." He looked out the window and tried to find what was so interesting.

"Why?"

"Because he's been trying to get Kagome in bed since she was sixteen." Sesshomaru turned to her unable to hide his interest or surprise. "By now, he's had his way with her."

"Naraku?" Sesshomaru asked confused.

"Your brother. It will displease 'that man' to find that she has been defiled by a Takahashi. Her punishment will be long and cruel."

"From what Inu Yasha explained, Naraku gave her an ultimatum: one hundred thousand dollars or working off the debt in his bed. She got him the money."

"This wasn't about the money. Things aren't about the money with him! Haven't you noticed?" She turned accusingly towards her husband. "He wishes to control and dominate; money is just a means to his end." She turned away looking at the sun that seemed to be refusing to rise any further. "Do you know how she racked up that debt? Naraku turned her boyfriend into a gambler. He's been working him over for years, slowing possessing his soul. Believe it or not, that man who used his girlfriend as collateral once had a pure untainted soul. Have you ever seen that other than in a child?"

"Yes…tonight."

"Kagome will lose that to Inu Yasha, Naraku, or both."

"That is the way life goes. One must lose innocence in order to gain experience and knowledge."

"The price of experience and knowledge is regret and pain."

"Do you have any regrets?" He asked as he moved his hand over the wound on her wrist. He had marked her that night informally, not willing to admit he would want her for more than the length of an affair. Then, the next night, among the roses, he had to make her submit. He had to prove to her that he was her male. She turned to him and whispered,

"Only one." He raised his eyebrow in question but she shook her head. "Let me keep one secret; you kept all of yours." He stood up at her accusation. He hadn't trusted her right away. He had taken his time to test her. She was now his right hand, but she had earned that position with hard work and determination. He had found it that she was devoted to those that treated her well, but he had never confided in her. Not about anything other than business or Rin. He had guarded his heart well at the beginning, and never bothered to unlock it afterwards. But, he hadn't afforded her the same courtesy. He needed to know he could trust her. Their mating bond depended on it.

He had made her cry to sleep too many nights after he had forced her to talk about her father…her life before their time together. He never thought Naraku would treat his own flesh that cruelly, but Kagura had always been headstrong. She needed her freedom, her space and her heart.

The sun had moved further above the trees, but she hadn't registered it until it was too late. "I missed it again." She complained. He looked at her strangely. He sometimes wondered if the years of torture she had spent with her father had taken a toll on her sanity. "I use to ride it, you know…the sunrise. When I was little, my nana got me a flying feather, and just before dawn we would go outside and ride the sunbeams…It seems like I can't do that anymore…" She sighed before standing up. The glow of the early morning sun was kind to her face as it illuminated her dark features. He was stun. Ever so often, he would look at his wife and realize that she was beautiful.

"Don't I give you enough freedom?" He asked, almost accusingly.

"In the confines of your arms." She didn't hide her accusation.

"You shouldn't need it anywhere else." He complained as he grabbed her hips and pressed them against his.

"Have I ever said otherwise?" She complained as he moved forward, forcing her to walk backwards towards the bed.

"You've implied it."

"Now, my dear husband, you should know that implying means nothing but what you want it to mean." She complained. She wasn't in the mood for this. It had been a long night. She had been forced to break bread with her father and actually speak with him. Then, there was that incident with Kagome. No, this day was going to be hell as it was. All she wanted was a little rest before the storm.

"Then, I chose it to mean that you need another lesson in mating rules." She looked up to see his golden eyes burning with passion. How could his desire for her just ignite without warning? Didn't he believe in sleep? She snorted. Of course he didn't believe in sleep. He hardly ever slept. Sesshomaru raised is elegant eyebrow. Had she snorted at him? Oh, no…this was not acceptable. His little bitch needed to be punished for that.

Another step and she fell backwards onto the bed. Sesshomaru smirked in his dark way. The sun was behind him, making him a black silhouette with glowing amber eyes. She couldn't stop the shiver that ran up and down her body. His eyes were almost red, which could only mean, he would not be gentle.

She was surprised when he leaned down and began to undo each button carefully, as if he had all the time in the world. She remained tense as his claws 'accidentally' scratched her skin in their pursuit. Suddenly, she felt vulnerable, realizing she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing underneath it. He would never allow it, ripping any undergarment she wore. She had once opted to wear a pair of shorts. She shivered at the thought of how he punished her that night.

Sesshomaru didn't let her know he had sensed the change in her scent. No, that would be too kind, and tonight his bitch needed discipline, and he did enjoy giving it to her. He brushed her neck lightly with his breath. She could feel the warm tickling sensation upon her sensitive skin a shudder. What was he up to?

He moved his face slowly to her lips, caressing them with his eyes and warmth, though he never touched them. "You seemed to have forgotten the rules of mating. Thou shall trust your mate unconditionally."

"Do you trust me?" She questioned, her ruby eyes glowing dully in the morning light.

"The problem is that you don't trust me." He countered as he moved them up on the bed. "And now, I must change that."

"I hate your double standard." She complained and gasped at the feel of his low growl vibrate throughout her body. Damn him for being so good!

He took the shirt and used it to bind her hands to the brass headboard. He examined her, lying on her back, arms stretched back exposing her large breasts to him, her entire body trembling with excitement and cold. She was beautiful. Her eyes began to glow slightly with passion as she made no attempts to cover herself. It would only prolong the inevitable. He discarded his towel, revealing his semi-flaccid erection.

She observed his movements like a hawk, trying to anticipate his intentions. He ran his claws along the length of her body. Her shivered in response. "I could rip you to shreds with my claws, but you don't back away. Why?"

"Because you won't."

"How do you know that?" His voice was dark and rough, and her eyes were becoming heavy as moisture collected between her legs.

"I trust you. You wouldn't hurt me intentionally."

"Good bitch." He rewarded her response with a squeeze of her hips before he separated her legs. Settling between them, he grabbed a pillow, and ripped it open. He used the cloth to blindfold her before grabbing one of the feathers. Taking it lightly, he began to brush it down her neck, above her harden nipples, around her navel and down to her core. Kagura moaned. She wasn't sure if it was the lack of control or his unpredictability, but she was getting hotter by the moment. She rubbed herself against him, silently pleading for a harder touch.

"Don't I always please you?" His rough voice was on the verge of growl.

"Y-yes." Her voice was rough, from the dryness her mouth was feeling.

"Then, trust me." He growled back as he used the feather to lightly trace her name on her ribcage. The touch was soft and welcoming, but he neglected her core. That was so unlike him. He leaned down, and before she realized it, she was moaning as he scratched his name on her other ribcage, just below her heart. He was pleased with the red welt on her ivory flesh, but not with her tugging her binds. "I said trust me!" He demanded.

"I need to touch you." She begged. The idea of being at his complete mercy was erotic but not particle. She couldn't last too long without being able to see him, to touch him, to make sure he was real and not a figment of her imagination. He growled lightly and she stopped, knowing if she protested further, she would get less of what she wanted.

Sesshomaru traced a path from her neck down the valley of her breast to the dip of her navel with light kisses, barely touching her skin. She wanted to scream as she felt everything inside her tighten. Where ever his hot breath kissed, the skin would burn for him. She needed more than these taunts. She needed him, now and raw. She could feel the red in his eyes telling her that he wanted to rut as much as she did, but he was resisting. Why?

He continued his path down to her core. Carefully, he traced her folds with his claw before doing the same with his tongue. She whimpered in pleasure and he moaned at her taste. Instinctively, she tightened her inner walls as she felt his groan close to her womanhood. This was infuriating! Keeping her bound when he teased her! Refusing to touch her the way he had for the past five years! Making her feel so damn hot and needy! This was by far the most erotic thing he had ever done to her.

"Sesshomaru…" She begged.

"Do you trust me?" He growled into her cavern.

"B-blindly." She answered, unable to catch her breath. "I need you."

"Good bitch." He smirked and lapped her slits lightly. That last line usually brought him over the edge, but tonight he had control. He was the one disciplining. He was the one that needed to know her only regret.

She was so wet and tight, Sesshomaru had trouble remembering why he was prolonging the foreplay. He dipped his tongue in her well quickly and slowly pulled it out. She was screaming, trying to tighten her legs around his head. "Trust me!" He demanded before repeating the action. She bit her tongue to keep from squeezing her legs together again.

"Do you trust me?" He asked climbing over her body.

"Yes." She whimpered; she had been so close to completion. As she felt his erection press against her jewel, she hissed in pleasure.

"Show me." He demanded, pressing harder against her.

"H-how?"

"What's your only regret?" She bit her lip.

"Don't you trust me?" She pleaded. "Trust me that you don't need to know." She begged. He pressed his tip into her, only allowing the head to enter.

"Trust me, Kagura. You know you need to." She bit her tongue drawing blood. It was four seconds of not breathing before she could speak again.

"Please mate…I need you to fill me…You and only you." Sesshomaru entered another inch before he caught himself. His bitch was good, pleading with his natural instincts to sate her. The scent of her blood only added to his arousal.

"Tell me, and I will." He promised. Tears were falling down her cheeks, her resolve dwindling. He lapped the salty water carefully. He then proceeded to pull out of her. He started short teasing thrusts, only allowing the head of his erection to fully penetrate her. Kagura screamed, her body refusing to comply with her whish. His mark on her wrist called to him. Covering it with his hand, her heart beat as his, as their souls intertwined. They were one for a second, and he felt her pain, her need.

She screamed in orgasm as he fully penetrated her, filling her tight body with his large girth. "You should know, Kagura. You should know by now." He mumbled as he nuzzled her neck. His movements were slow and drawn out as he savored her taste.

"I do know… I know you're not a man of words."

He nipped her earlobe. "No, I'm not. But, you should have known."

"I do know." She complained as he freed her arms. She immediately intertwined them around his neck, without worrying about the blindfold. He pulled it off and made eye contact.

"You should have trusted me enough to ask. I would have told you."

"You don't trust me at all." She complained. "You never tell me anything." He growled at her. She was right. He was guarded.

"I rather not burden you." He shifted his weight, and she realized he was still inside her fully erect.

"Sesshomaru?" She moved against him, wondering why he hadn't taken his pleasure.

He captured her lips hard as she wrapped her legs around his waist. "Feel me." He ordered as he started to move inside of her. His large length rubbed against her bundle of nerves sending glorious jolts of friction throughout her body, but that wasn't what had her moaning. She was screaming in pleasure and pain as she felt his heart become hers. With each thrust, she felt his heart beat, and another side to him. She felt his pain, his lust and his love. Her eyes widened in realization, as they exploded together. His heart beat for her. He breathed for her. He loved her.

He had tried to hide the darkness in his heart, the pain, but he was a man of passion. Their hearts had suffered more than they should have. She curled into him, not letting him pull out. He refused to let her help him carry his burden, but he insisted on carrying her. She wouldn't allow that. "I love you." She confessed out loud for the first time in five years of marriage. He held her tight, enjoying her warmth around his manhood. "Sesshomaru, I only want my freedom if it's within your arms." She whispered tightening her hold on him. He held her tightly and whispered back,

"That's the only place I would have you fly, my little bird."

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Sorry, I got side tracked with Beautiful Miscommunications. I haven't forgotten this story. Next Chapter is the conclusion. As you can see, not all relationships are what they seem.

BTW: Thanks to Scherezade for nominating Sleeping with the Mob for the IY Fanguild Awards for its best lemon category. This is an honor little shy me never thought I would have. I can't believe I became that bold with my writing that I received a lemon nomination. Thank you guys for your support, and don't forget to review. Also, visit my other stories, they feel neglected sometimes.