She held his amber gaze for what felt like an eternity. But he didn’t waver. And neither did she.

“Hai, Sesshoumaru-sama,” she answered at last. “I heard you.”

One heartbeat. Two. Her stomach lurched as she came to a decision. It felt as though the world was falling out from under her feet, a terrible wild thrill stealing over her as she reached for the buckle of her seatbelt.

“Leave it,” he ordered, his eyelids lowering a fraction.

Her hand withdrew. She could see that he wanted to make this as difficult for her as possible. Keeping her breathing steady, she slipped her fingers beneath the hem of her skirt. Her thumbs hooked into the slim stretchy bands of her underwear and began to shimmy them down. Slanted across her chest, her seatbelt stretched taut between her breasts as she lifted herself up, sliding her panties over the curve of her ass.

Her bare cheeks touched back down to the cool leather seat, her excuse for a skirt too short and skimpy to cover her completely. Bunched at the base of her thighs, her underwear strained against her skin, the stricture of it combined with that of her seatbelt setting her nerves acutely on edge. She shifted a little to try to relieve the pressure, but this proved to be a dire mistake, as it brought her unclothed womanhood into direct contact with one of the swells in the cushion. Her nipples tightened at the sensation, her burning face somehow managing to sear even hotter than before.

She stole a panicked glance at Sesshoumaru, who was still watching her in thinly-veiled impatience. Swallowing thickly, Kagome eased the tight strip of her panties past her knees—where at last they fell, mercifully, to her ankles. She kicked them off to the side. Her lungs were still threatening to hyperventilate, but beside her, Sesshoumaru seemed to relax.

“You will not leave the office again without my consent,” he stated. “If my brother, or anyone else, should happen to remove you, you will call me at once—do you understand?”

“Yes—I understand.”

“Good.” He leaned back, regarding her languidly. “Do you trust me, Kagome?”

Her throat went dry. Not once in the over three months since she’d been working for him had he addressed her by her last name—let alone her first. The sound of those three syllables leaving his lips had a powerful effect on her. Her eyes snapped to him, her thighs clenching together under the impact of this sudden intimacy.

Trust him? What a question. She was sitting here panty-less next to him for Kami’s sake!

She nodded in reply.

“Then I have a proposition for you,” he said, his emphasis on the word raising the hairs at her nape, “an arrangement that goes beyond the scope of a normal ‘work’ relationship.”

Kagome bit the inside of her cheek. She was pretty sure that ship had sailed a long time ago.

“There is something I want from you,” he continued. “Something I want to do to you.”

Kagome’s head swam. How she managed to find the coherence to speak was one of the universe’s great mysteries.

“W-what is it?”

He leaned toward her. His eyes glinted, his voice pitching dangerously low.

“What I want,” he said, “is to control you.”

A claw-tipped finger hooked beneath her chin. She trembled as her lower half began to throb.

“Will you give me your absolute submission?”

Cool breath fanned over her flushed skin, his golden gaze mesmerizing her like a hypnotist’s charm. Her own self-control seemed to be unraveling at the seams. She was drunk on him—his simmering eyes, his wicked lips, his intoxicating scent, his indomitable presence. ‘Handsome devil’ didn’t even begin to describe him.

“Yes,” she heard herself whisper.

“Yes, what.”

“Yes, Sesshoumaru-sama,” she corrected quickly.

The corner of his mouth lifted in an indulgent half-smile.

Kagome jolted as the car pulled to a sudden stop—in front of her house of all places. She looked at him in question.

“Get some rest, miko,” he said placidly, drawing back. “You seem rather…overwrought.”

All-too-conscious of her heaving breasts and twitching thighs, Kagome nodded weakly, grappling blindly for the handle at her back. As the car door swung open behind her, she half-stepped, half-fell out into the quiet street, her levels of mortification reaching near-lethal proportions as her eyes seized upon the sheen of wetness glistening on the seat in her wake. She scrambled upright, ready to slam the door and run for the hills—when his smooth voice halted her escape.

“Miko,” he drawled, “aren’t you forgetting something?”

Screwing her eyes shut for a moment to try to regain what was left of her beleaguered sanity, she turned around and glanced down. A pale hand extended toward her through the opening of the door, a pair of hot pink panties dangling from one elegant claw. She snatched them from him with almost inhuman speed.

Checking herself, she gave a hasty bow. “Ah…thank you.”

Sesshoumaru’s eyes glittered deviously. “Sleep well, miko.”

Standing commando in the middle of the road, in her junior high uniform, with her underwear in a death-grip and her body still wracked with unspeakable arousal for her sadist of an employer, her shoulders slouched as she watched him drive away.

“Yeah,” she muttered. “Not likely.”

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Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi

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