Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or anything affiliated with it. Nor do I own the idea for this story which came from a short story in Nancy Madore’s Enchanted entitled “Cat and Mouse.”
Chapter 1: Unwelcome Positions
I seriously need to get out of here. Kagome thought as she donned her “uniform” and touched up her makeup. Her friend Sango sat beside her, already midway through her pre-shift meditation regime.
“Kagome, you’re in private room number four tonight.”
Kagome groaned, turning slowly to walk to her pending doom. Private rooms were the worst. It was hard enough feeling comfortable performing on the main stages. Private rooms made it impossible to distance herself from her work, and given the lack of lurking bouncers to ensure the man (or men) would behave, her nerves always seemed to ricochet into the rafters every time she was forced into one.
“And Kagome, be nice. He asked for you specifically.”
Kagome turned back to look at her, shock evident in her eyes. Due to her unwillingness to comply with any and every request given to her, most regulars to the club ignored her, more interested in a quick lay than wasting time trying to get her to cooperate. “Who would do that?”
“Don’t ask me, but Hojo seems to think he could be a big client, so play nice.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Kagome scoffed, turning to head to the room that would be her prison for the night. The room was lavishly decorated; plush carpet on the ground, a high bed covered in silken sheets against the far wall, and on one side, several chairs surrounding a gleaming set of poles. Kagome shivered at the thought of the toys that lay in a dresser in the corner and the sight of the removable shackles that lay on top of it. The door opened, announcing the arrival of her doom.
Well, guess I better get this over with. She sighed, plastering a smile on her face just as he appeared. As he shut the door, his aura trickled over her and Kagome shuddered. Youkai.
He hid it well. Only one with spiritual training would be able to detect it, but there was no mistaking his energy. She glanced over his form, noting that he was doing the same to her. His silvery ice blue hair stood out starkly against the dark red of the room. His suit appeared custom made, but it was the markings on his face—especially the crescent moon on his forehead—that drew her attention. Dog. She shuddered as she thought back to what her grandmother had told her regarding the temperament of members of the inu heritage, particularly those of the House of the Moon: powerful and possessive, avoid at all costs. Her reiki swelled before she could stop it and she gasped when he smirked, his youki swelling in response.
“Mmmm…” he said as he slowly circled her, his smooth voice sending chills down her spine. “You smell divine. I cannot wait to taste you.”
She turned with him, determined not to let him get behind her. “Well, I hate to break it to you, but you’ll never get that chance.”
“Is that right?”
“Yes, you can look all you want, but no touching. Or didn’t they tell you the rules?”
“Very well,” he closed the distance between them, allowing his youki to surround her, and she stiffened in apprehension as he finally stopped a hair’s breadth from her. His energy was almost suffocating in its intensity and her eyes widened slightly as she realized that there would be no stopping this man should he decide not to play by the rules. A gasp escaped her painted lips as his claws snagged the straps of the teddy and slowly lifted it, being careful not to touch her skin. He stepped back to admire her, smirking at her as she tried to snatch the teddy back. “You did say I could look all I liked.”
“In case you were uninformed,” she said, making another attempt to grab the teddy. “I am a dancer. My clients aren’t allowed to touch me unless I allow it.” She narrowed her eyes at him, crossing her arms in an attempt to limit his view of her body.
“You also happen to owe the pathetic owner of this dump 500 grand.” Her eyes widened and he inwardly smirked at having gotten her full attention. “I can help you,” he said, resuming his circle.
“In your dreams,”
“Oh, but you have been in my dreams. I have been watching you for quite some time Kagome. I have decided I want you. And I always get what I want.”
“You’re disgusting,” she sneered, slowly backing towards the door.
“I could take you away from here. You would never have to debase yourself in front of strangers again.”
“No, just you.”
“If that is what you want.”
“I would never whore myself to the likes of you. I don’t even like you!”
“Care to make a bet on that?”
“Wh-what?”
“I said, would you care to make a bet on that.”
“I’ll stick to dancing, thanks.”
“If you win, I will pay your debt off for free.” He smirked as she hesitated. Gotcha. “But, of course, there has to be something good in it for me, should I win.”
“You do realize I haven’t agreed to this.”
But he continued as if he hadn’t heard her. “It must be something of the same value; otherwise it would be unfair to me. Hmmm, let’s see. Ah, I have just the thing. If you win, I shall pay your debt to Hojo. But if I win, you are mine for one weekend.”
“Get real!” She scoffed.
“Come on, what have you got to lose? If you hate me as much as you say, this should be an easy win for you.”
“I was only thinking of you.” Kagome said, finally catching onto his game. “I would hate for you to have to part with your precious money, on top of being denied what you want.”
“Is that right?”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
“How nice of you to be concerned for me, but I assure you there is no need. We both know, in the end, I will get what I desire.”
“What, you expect me to throw myself at you like a whore?”
“No, but that is also acceptable.”
“Well I guess you’re just going to have to make do with your harem because you will never have me. You could never even make me desire you.”
“Again I say, can you prove it?”
“Of course I can!”
“Well then,” he said, moving so that he was standing mere inches from her. “I guess all that is left is to decide how we will test it.”
Kagome gasped as she realized the extent of what she’d agreed to. “Oh no,” she murmured, raising her hand to her mouth in shock.
Unfortunately for her, this merely drew his attention to her lips. “I think a kiss should be a sufficient measure of your desire.”
Kagome couldn’t contain her sigh of relief. All she had to do was withstand one kiss and then she would be home free. She almost smiled at how easy this would be. She would revel in making him think she enjoyed his attempt to seduce her before throwing his loss in his face and turning him away….after he gave her the money of course. It was almost too easy.
He smirked at her confident gaze. So she thought she had won? Well, that would definitely work to his favor. He wanted, no needed, to catch her off guard. But he had to be careful. This was one woman he was not willing to give up. He had put too much effort into his plan.
He tilted her head slightly and she could feel his warm breath caressing her skin as he leaned towards her. She closed her eyes, eager to get this over with, but apparently he had other ideas.
“Where do you want it?” He said softly, his breath ghosting across her as he spoke.
She pulled back and he smiled at the confusion that now filled her expression. “What?”
“The kiss, where do you want it?”
Kagome was speechless. The insinuation behind his statement was not lost on her, and she briefly allowed her mind to wander with the possibilities. But after a moment, she righted herself, remembering why she had to do this in the first place. She looked up at him, her eyes blazing with disgust and calmly said, “I suppose my elbow would be the least revolting place.”
“Very well,” he replied, smirking as he knelt before her. He slowly lifted her arm, his claws tickling her skin as he trailed a hand along her forearm to her elbow. Kagome shut her eyes, unable to watch him. She felt his hair slide across her skin and she inwardly indulged in the silkiness of it. And then she felt his soft lips upon her as he graced her with a lingering kiss.
The moment he lifted his head, Kagome yanked her arm from his grasp, ready to be free of his presence. However, the force she used backfired, and she panicked as she felt herself falling towards the back of a nearby chair. Closing her eyes, she braced herself for the pain, but it never came. Instead all she felt was the cool comforting feel of silk against her flesh and she bit her lip nervously as she opened her eyes to find she was now cradled in his lap. The miko within her couldn’t help but be impressed. She hadn’t even felt him move. However, as she became aware of his hands cradling her naked body, revulsion took over and she quickly moved to get up.
“Not so fast,” he chuckled, tightening his grip and repositioning her so he could look at her face. “We have not yet checked the effect of the kiss.”
“That will not be necessary; I assure you, all I felt was disgust.”
“I am not too sure.”
“Can’t you smell the disgust radiating from me?” She challenged, knowing that with all the scents in the club, he would be having difficulties singling hers out, which was a decidedly good thing since she’d been unable to stop her body’s natural reaction to his presence…and that damn kiss. Stupid hormones.
“Scent is not the only way to detect the results.” His hand began slowly descending her body and she gasped as she realized what his intentions were.
“NO!”
“You can admit your desire verbally if you like.”
“There is nothing to admit!”
“Well then, you have nothing to worry about.” His hand slipped in between her legs and he groaned as his finger slid easily into her wetness.
To her horror, he brought his finger up to his mouth, slowly licking it clean.
“I win.”