Kagome stared at the phone in her hand like it was a live grenade, threatening to blow her date night to smithereens at any second. The metaphorical clock ticked down as she teetered on the precipice of a decision. To answer or not to answer…

She shouldn’t—she knew she shouldn’t. She wouldn’t. She…

“I’m sorry,” she said guiltily to Kouhei, already beginning to edge away. “I’ve got to take this.”

“No problem,” he said, his lips crooking in a slight, understanding smile. “I’ll be right here, okay?”

Kagome didn’t reply. Shoving her way through the crowd, she made a beeline for the exit, her high heels stabbing down on more than a few clawed toes—and earning her more than a few glittering, angry glares—as she wrenched her flip-phone open at the last possible beep, the poor device nearly breaking on its hinges.

“Sesshoumaru!” she spoke harshly into the mouthpiece–job security be damned.

“Miko.”

Something about how smooth and confident his voice sounded on the other end of the line made her feel positively homicidal.

“What do you want?” she demanded hotly. “It’s almost midnight! I told you I’m out on a date tonight, how dare you—”

“Enough.”

The stark authority in his tone made her spine go rigid. Biting her lip in absolute submission, she waited for him to speak again.

“Where are you?” 

“7th Sense,” she answered at once.

“Are you alone?”

She was standing in a quieter spot—a small offshoot close to the club exit. There were less people around, but a little ways down from her a youkai couple were making out pretty heavily in the shadows.

“Um,” Kagome hesitated. “N-not exactly…”

“Find a place where you can be.”

Kagome glanced around. She wasn’t terribly familiar with the layout of this club, but a short distance across from the couple making out, there appeared to be a closet of some sort. As she made her way toward it, the couple paused, bright orange eyes meeting hers suggestively.

Quickly averting her gaze, Kagome walked briskly past and tugged at the door handle, but it was either stuck or locked. As she gave it one last go, there was the tinny sound of something falling from the doorframe overheard. Checking for witnesses, of which there were none–now that the youkai couple had resumed their activities–Kagome unlocked the door with the fallen key and slipped inside.

“Okay,” she whispered into the receiver. “I found a place–I’m alone.”

“Describe it.”

Kagome shifted in the cramped space, squinting in the low light leaking in from the club outside.

“There’s a bookshelf, a broom, a couple of crates,” she replied. “It’s a storage closet, I think.”

A heavy, static pause.

“What are you wearing?”

Kagome blanched at the abrupt, absurd turn this conversation had suddenly taken. Had Sesshoumaru really just asked her what she was wearing?

“A-a blue dress,” she stammered, “…Um, black heels—”

“What else?”

There was a distinct edge to his voice. Kagome shivered, her thighs clenching as a dim pulse registered between them.

“…Nothing else,” she said, her answer so faint that for a moment she thought even he hadn’t heard it.

Then, he spoke again.

“Pull up your dress.”

Kagome swallowed, the rumble of his voice resounding in her groin. Pinning the phone between her cheek and shoulder, she slipped her fingers beneath the satin hem of her dress, lifting it up. At the swell of her hips, she tugged, the tight sheath of fabric easing up at last. It wasn’t the least bit cold in this closet, but she shivered all the same as she bared her lower half to the open air, the swell of her pale, shaved mound softly shaded in the darkness. Just seeing herself naked like this in a public place gave her a sharp, erotic thrill.

Sesshoumaru must have heard the lusty catch in her breathing. because when he spoke again, his voice was almost a growl.

“Spread your legs,” he said, “and touch yourself.”

Kagome’s heart jolted as she nearly dropped the phone. “W-what…”

“Do as I say.”

Once again, his tone left no room to be questioned. Timidly, she eased a hand down her stomach, her breath coming quicker as her fingertips dusted the smooth outer lips of her sex. Whimpering, she spread her legs, her hand going at once to test her readiness. Kagome knew she was turned on, but she still couldn’t help but gasp at just how hot and slick her entrance already was.

“Are you wet, miko?”

Briefly, she bit the inside of her her cheek before answering. “…Yes.”

“For whom?”

“For you,” she murmured, easing a finger into her dripping heat with a tremor, “Sesshoumaru-sama.”

She said it to please him. She knew that it pleased him. Though she couldn’t see his face, she could still picture so vividly the smile that must be pulling at those proud, sculpted lips of his.

“Indeed,” he said smugly. “But this is not the first time, is it, Kagome–that you’ve pleasured yourself to me?”

“No,” she admitted on a whisper.

Another finger slipped in to join the first, her hips rocking needfully into the cradle of her palm. She wondered if she was making him as aroused as she was, wondered if he was stroking himself along with her, his pale perfect fingers gripping and sliding around his pale perfect cock. Her nipples hardened almost painfully at the thought, her swollen clit rasping against the heel of her hand, making her buck and jerk as she moaned quietly–helplessly–into the phone.

Every fleeting touch was bringing her closer, every plunge of her questing fingers was charging her up a little more. She slowed her pace a bit to draw out the sensation, but it was no good–she already too close to the edge. She was already going to–

“Stop.”

Kagome froze, her tense body trembling like a tuning fork. His command struck her with a note of pure clarity, and though her blood was racing, she stilled, throbbing.

Waiting.

“Come to the office,” Sesshoumaru ordered. “You have thirty minutes.”

A faint crisp click, and the call went out.

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Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi

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