Elevator Games

This is my first attempt at a one-shot. As you can probably tell by the length…I can’t do the PWP stuff. I just can’t! I love reading it, but I always make everything too complicated for just a good ol’fashioned romp.

Disclaimer: Nope, nothing in this story is mine. Sesshoumaru, Kagome, and the elevator they enjoyed are all credited to others. I just put them together for my own twisted fun.

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It was his game, and he loved every minute of it. And it was all because of her. It was the only bit of fun he allowed himself because no emotion could be known. Emotions were the embodiment of weakness, and he allowed himself no vulnerability.

And she, she was the perfect counterpoint in his game. She followed the silent rules he set without flaw. The game climbed higher and higher with his advancements, only his. She never advanced the game, she only followed his lead. The perfect counterpoint.

It started many months ago, almost a year. Sesshoumaru, master businessman and modern-day Adonis, strode through the doors of the building in which his main office was situated. He was stressed, very swamped, because one his employees had taken six months leave for pregnancy. Her work was crucial, but she was gone, and he trusted none other to complete her work to his standards. Which lead to the beginning of the game.

Because he was so behind, he came into work extra early, trying to get as much done before the phones were switched off night transfer. No, he did not answer the phone personally; he was much too important for that, but the shrill sound usually ripped his mind away from the work before him.

His usual arrival time into the office was eight o’clock. None in the building started until nine; however, this particular night, he could not sleep. After tossing and turning in his bed, Sesshoumaru finally decided to head into the office earlier than routine. It wasn’t like he was accomplishing anything by lying in bed wishing he was asleep.

No, this morning, he pulled his car into the parking lot at 6:55 am, and as he climbed out of the car, he noticed another walking into the building before him. He paid them no mind as he did most of the people that surrounded him. But as he entered the building, he had the chance to get a better look at her as she stood, waiting for the elevator.

She was attractive. The woman before him dressed conservatively, nothing remotely inappropriate for professional attire, but her figure could not be hidden by the clothing. She wore a black knee-length skirt that began at her natural waistline, hugged her hips, and slid down her long legs. Her blouse showed no cleavage, but it was tucked into her skirt, announcing the curve of her breasts deliciously. Her hair was pulled up off her neck, exposing smooth, creamy skin. Regretfully, her face was turned from him, watching for the arrival of the elevator.

Just as he stepped near her, a ding signaled her wait had ended. Both quietly stepped into the elevator, each on opposite sides of the car, each pressing their destined floor on their side of the elevator doors. But he watched her.

Out of the corner of his eye, he observed her facial features. Her eyes were amazing, the crystal ocean blue of the most sought-after beaches. Her face was all smooth lines, soft skin, and gentle bone structure. Overall, she was nothing short of exquisite.

Why had he never seen this woman before? They worked in the same building, and according to the buttons lit before him, she was located only three floors below his.

Sesshoumaru found himself lusting after this woman, but he had to be very careful. With his power and wealth, he had built quite the following of desperate, easy women who would cut off their own breasts if he asked it of them. It was disgusting.

But this woman, she hadn’t even spoken to him. She hadn’t acknowledged him in any way save holding the elevator doors open with a dainty hand as he entered the car after her. Was it a trick? Was she playing hard to get in hopes that he would notice her because of it? Was she a tramp in disguise? That was somewhat unfair; she had no way of knowing that he would be coming in at this time because Sesshoumaru, himself, had not known he would be arriving early this particular morning.

He was still curious though. Would she change into a tramp if she knew he was interested in her? That’s when he decided he would play a game with her. He began to arrive at 6:55 am every morning. And every morning she was there. If they didn’t pull into the parking lot at the same time, then they met up while waiting for the elevator.

Seduction. That was the game, slow, steady seduction. He would set an agonizing pace; if she was the common, street tramp, she would reveal herself and the game would end. If she wasn’t…the thrill of consummating such a game appealed to Sesshoumaru. And so it started.

His meticulous nature made sure that every step was carefully thought out. Every couple of days to a week, depending on how drastic, another step would be taken towards the summit of his game.

It started with him simply brushing past her when he could have avoided contact. It progressed slowly, him standing in the middle of the elevator car, then running his fingers through his hair and letting the long tresses float across her shoulder for the slightest instant.

She never responded verbally; she never even looked at him. Neither made direct eye contact. It seemed like too intimate an action. But she did allow the seduction, and she did respond physically in tiny ways. She stopped standing on her side of the elevator and simply stood in the middle beside him, but not too close. And he was delighted because it meant the continuation of his game.

He began reaching across her to push the elevator buttons on her side rather than reach to his. At first there was no contact with this action, after a week, the slightest brush accompanied the reach, progressively the brush became a press until, eventually, his breath curled across the skin of her neck as he reached. With his retreat, Sesshoumaru could see the goosebumps travel down her legs until her skin gathered into delicate ankles and disappeared into the high-heeled design she always wore to the office.

He fought the smirk that wanted to claim his lips at her physical response, but she still stayed within the guidelines of his game. She still made absolutely no move towards him, never so much as looking at him; she just let him control the pace of the game.

The game took a deeper turn when the touches, which, until this point, could be excused as accidental or casual, became more. Setting his briefcase between them and angled towards her toes, he was close enough to straighten his fingers upon releasing the handle and brush across the taught skin of her calves. Again, barely noticeable at first progressing to the dragging of his fingertips from her ankle to the hem of her skirt.

And still her eyes were fixated on the elevator doors before her, but he knew there was excitement on her end as well. He knew because every now and then, when the game took another step, her lips would curl slightly, a Mona Lisa smile of appreciation towards his ministrations. Or, at other times, her eyes would flutter shut, fighting her body’s desire for him.

And still it progressed. Months had passed since his pursuit had begun, but then something happened. She was absent. She didn’t come. One Friday morning, the woman didn’t show. Sesshoumaru was beyond flabbergasted. He hadn’t advanced the game the day before, so he was fairly certain he hadn’t advanced too far too fast, unless modesty kicked in three days later. It was beyond strange.

But he wouldn’t give up, not after one day, not after as much time as he had invested. Besides, Sesshoumaru did not quit, not without a fight. He spent the entirety of that afternoon, and the majority of the weekend wondering what had happened to the object of his attention. She was the source of his entertainment, the source of stress relief for him.

Whenever work was pouring through his brain without mercy, whenever headaches threatened his sanity, he thought of her and what his next step would be. He would devise how and when to execute the next progression; he would imagine the day when he would finally reach the point of no return. He wondered what her voice sounded like; he wondered how her body would respond to his.

No, Sesshoumaru would not quit; his game had become his obsession.

But she didn’t come again on Monday. Monday passed in a haze; that was the only way to describe it. Nothing affected him, nothing made sense to him. He simply sat at his desk wondering where she had gone. He very nearly called down to her floor to inquire on her whereabouts, but then he remembered that he didn’t even know her name.

No words had ever been spoken between them. How would he ask about her when he didn’t even know her first name? Simple, he couldn’t. The only plausible option was to personally explore her floor looking for her, but that would shatter the rules he placed between them. It would ruin his game.

He left at 1:00 pm on Monday when he realized he was getting nothing done and would get nothing done.

Tuesday was her last chance. If she missed three consecutive business days, he was done, or at least, that is what he told himself. But after nearly a year of the same routine, he seriously doubted if he could sleep late enough to come into the office at nine. He didn’t need it though, because she came on Tuesday.

When he saw her, he almost wished he hadn’t. She looked broken. It was the only way to describe her. The beautiful, confident posture of before was gone; her shoulders slumped like she hadn’t slept in days. Her skin was pale, almost sickly, and she had lost weight. The dainty hands shook visibly, and her hair had lost some of its normal shine.

Sesshoumaru looked at her eyes to see the crystal blue of oceans gone, replaced by a dazed, darker blue. She did not look at him or move towards him in any fashion but stayed as near the wall on her side of the elevator as she could. She was still attractive to him, but something was wrong. This was not the same woman that started the game with him.

Something huge had happened, and he’d be damned, but he couldn’t deny that he wanted to know what. This was not a wanted feeling. She was not supposed to be more than a game, but he found himself genuinely concerned for her. Something inside screamed at him to ask, to break the rules and approach her.

But he squashed it. He was still in control; this was still his game. He allowed her to stand as far from him as she could, knowing the situation should remedy itself soon.

Wednesday was the same; she was still broken. As he stood in the middle of the elevator car watching her, he noticed the angle of her head. She used to hold it up, her confidence echoing throughout her posture, but now her neck was bent, her eyes focused on the floor in front of her feet. He wanted to reach forward and tip her chin up, and his hand almost went of its own accord. But again he ignored everything telling him to help her.

Thursday was the final straw. Again, she appeared to him as a broken doll, beautiful but with nothing beneath the surface to support her. He couldn’t take it anymore. She wasn’t supposed to do this; it wasn’t supposed to happen this way. It was time to end her brokenness.

He extended his hand, setting it on her shoulder. She jumped under it as if he had struck her. She began to turn towards him, but stopped halfway and looked to the elevator doors again. Sesshoumaru was pleased that she continued to play by the rules, but there was also a desire, he wanted her to look at him. He wanted to gaze into those eyes and watch the glaze fade away as his eyes spoke to her.

He leaned towards her, and spoke near her ear. “If you need…” but he stopped before he finished the sentiment. What had happened to him? He had not cared for another’s needs since his youth. Now? She had started out as the object of his lust, and that was what she would remain.

He cleared his throat and began again. “If you seek an outlet for relieving your stress, I would be more than willing to offer my…services.” It started as the smooth timbre of his normal speech, but by the end of his statement, his voice had become the deeper, breathy tone used in the depths of passion.

The woman before him visibly shivered as his voice climbed down her spine. Her eyes slid to the side trying to glimpse him at an angle before she looked away. Tilting her head slightly, almost breached the distance set between their faces. Her cheek, now a hair’s breadth from his, was saved from caressing his by her shallow breathing.

Sesshoumaru very nearly shivered when he felt her words trail across his cheek with her words. “Thank you.” That was all. The exchange ended there when he pulled back from her just as the elevator bell signaled they had arrived at her floor.

But he was pleased to see that she straightened after the encounter. Her head resumed its former position of confidence, and her shoulders no longer sagged like an abused dog.

He wondered if what he had said was wrong. It wasn’t like him to second guess himself, but he found that he had undergone many changes since the game had begun. And thinking further on it, he realized the truth of the words he spoke to her. She was his sanity, his stress relief. During the day, she was what he thought of when he was on the brink of breakdown, and her beauty calmed him, the game gave him a reason to continue through the struggle at the office. His employee on pregnancy leave had come back, but deadlines were still hounding at him.

And with this exquisite woman, he found himself wanting to come into the office. The morning routine was an exciting event wondering if she liked one suit better than another. And he found himself anticipating the encounters with her; he felt excitement course through him as his car approached the parking lot. His job was no longer an unpleasant duty when thoughts of her ghosted along his business duties.

It was only proper that he offer her the same relief she gave to him, albeit unknowingly. He spent Thursday wondering if she would advance the game any. He had been in control for months, and now he gave her the reigns to take a drastic step. Excitement rushed through his veins, and the majority of Thursday was spent as an adrenaline high.

Friday morning it seemed his excitement was ill-placed. Her car was not there when he pulled in. As he walked into the building, she didn’t pull up. Sesshoumaru felt disappointment slide through his stomach at her absence, but secretly he hoped she would arrive as he waited for the elevator to come.

When the elevator rang too quickly, and he almost let it go to wait for her longer, but he didn’t. After stepping into the elevator and pushing his destination, his eyes slid to the lobby to see her entering the doors.

“Hold the elevator, please.” She called to him. The thought of letting it go did not even cross his mind. His hand jerked forward to push against the closing doors, triggering the sensors, and causing the doors to remain open. As she approached, his jaw almost dropped at her appearance.

Beautiful.

She was dressed conservatively, as always, but this morning she enticed him. As her shoes clinked across the marble floor, she drew his attention slowly up her body. The grace with which she carried herself drew his eyes up her shapely legs and over the gentle curves of her hips. Her clothes were still somewhat loose, but they fit her better this morning. The woman walked with more power behind her steps which caused her breasts to bounce as she walked. It was not too noticeable; she did not flaunt her features, but he could see the movement under her blouse. Her usual style of top was worn differently today. Instead of buttoning her silky shirt all the way to her neck, the top half of her shirt was open, exposing a white shirt underneath and more of her chest than he had ever been allowed to see. Her hair was down this morning; still damp from her shower, shimmering, wavy tresses floated behind her with her movement.

It was certainly a new development, and secretly he wondered if this change was an acceptance of his offer. His body tightened; neck, shoulders, and stomach clenched with the thrill of possibilities. Everything stopped when she entered the elevator and stood, not next to him, but against the wall on her side, as far from him as possible.

The elevator doors closed.

It felt like a weight dropped into his stomach until he noticed that she wasn’t facing the doors. She was leaning with her back against the wall, facing him. Not able to withstand the invitation, he turned to face her. At that moment, he broke the rules; his eyes locked onto hers. He watched as her gaze slid over his face; her eyes narrowed slightly, and her head tilted as if she was searching for something.

Her eyes flicked down his body but returned almost immediately to his face. This surprised Sesshoumaru. Normally, women would spend more time ogling his body, but nothing this woman had done to and towards him was normal.

Then her appraisal was over, her body set differently, like she had found what she was looking for. Her eyes found his again. She crossed the elevator in two steps, and closed the distance between them. Without pausing, she placed her hands on his shoulders, lifted herself onto tiptoes, and pressed her lips to his.

He had granted her the invitation to advance. Hell, with what he said, she could have stripped down naked and still been within the boundaries. But she didn’t. The woman who had been playing his game for months simply kissed him. She didn’t press her body against him; she didn’t force her way into his mouth. She gently pressed her mouth over his and let him regain the control he had exerted throughout the entire game.

And it made him want her more.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her flush against him. Threading one hand up through her hair, he squeezed his fingers at the base of her neck and tilted her head back for a better angle at her mouth. Under his influence, the kiss became more demanding until she yielded to his entrance. He felt her hands clutch at the fabric over his shoulders, but it was a secondary thought because the first thing on his mind was the delicacy that was her taste.

Everything about her drew him to her. He lost himself in the taste of her until he found his legs walking her backwards. Her back hit the wall she had been leaning against, and he pressed his body against hers. She fit him perfectly, and she released a tiny moan when she felt the excitement he was beginning to physically show.

But Sesshoumaru brought himself back under control. Just because she had kissed him, didn’t mean they were ready to end the game. Maybe this was just meant to be the beginning of many interesting mornings. He pulled back slightly and watched her face. She was flushed, and her eyes were closed. When she realized he wasn’t going to continue kissing her, she opened her eyes, watching him.

No words were spoken for a moment, both watching the other, searching. Then, she closed her eyes, leaned into him and whispered. “Help me forget him, just for a little while.” Her voice was breathy as she confessed what she had been battling. Her head bowed, waiting for his response.

The bell rang, signaling the two that they had reached her floor. Her entire body stiffened, and she looked up at him. At that moment, he saw how vulnerable she was, her eyes spoke to him as clearly as if she had told her entire story. And heaven help him, but he couldn’t refuse her. No matter how much weakness she showed him, and how he despised the weaknesses of others. He couldn’t turn her away. It had nothing to do with the promise of pleasure, or of his dishonor at not holding up his offer. It was her.

He wanted her, all of her, everything she was and is. She started as his game, she became his obsession, and now she was simply his. And she would know it soon enough.

Her eyes held her question, her fear that he would walk away, that he would step back and let her walk through the open elevator doors. He broke eye contact and felt her posture droop, but he paid it no mind as he reached over, pushed the ‘door close’ button on the panel beside them, and returned to her tantalizing mouth.

As soon as she realized her wrong assumption, she melted against him, her hands moving to his scalp to run her fingers through his silky hair.

Sesshoumaru’s mouth soon left her soft lips, trailed down to her chin, followed the jawbone backwards to her ear, and teased the sensitive flesh right behind her ear. His moist breath whispered across the connecting skin, and his tongue ghosted across the stiff, protective cartilage. He felt her shiver as his seduction continued at the agonizing pace he had begun so long ago.

She stayed completely still as his mouth moved down the slender column of her neck to her collar bone. He paused a moment to untuck her blouse, unbutton the last few buttons, and run his fingers up her sides, covered by the thin white material of her undershirt. His hands moved to her shoulders, sliding under the material of her blouse, and pushing it away.

He pulled back the slightest bit, allowing her hands to slide his suit jacket from his body. Her hands began to loosen his tie as his mouth descended on the sensitive skin above her breasts. His hands innocently stayed on her hips, as his mouth danced across the flesh exposed above the white tank top. She pulled his tie from the shirt and dropped it to the ground as he claimed her lips again. Sesshoumaru’s hands gripped her hips and pulled her tight against him, grinding into her.

Pushing his knee forward, he tried to brush across her core, but her skirt was too tight to allow such. He pushed her back against the wall and lifted her up until his knee was below hers, and pushed it between her legs. As he let her slide back down the wall, his knee caused her skirt to ride up her legs. When her feet touched the ground again, her skirt and his knee came to midthigh. His eyes feasted on the exposed flesh before his hands moved up from their position, trailing across her ribs, skirting the outside curve of her breasts, brushed across her collar bones, and fisted in her hair. He pulled her lips to his again while he slid his knee against the skin of her inner thighs.

Her hands fisted in the material of his shirt and yanked it out of his pants, untucking it. He felt her hands slip under the shirt and skate across his rippled abs. His hands released her hair and went to the hem of her undershirt. Forgoing his slow seduction for the desire to feel her flesh under his hands, her gripped the edge of her shirt and pulled it over her head.

Her red, lacey bra was like a siren against her pale skin, and it caused his mouth to water. Vaguely, he realized the white undershirt had to be thicker than he had originally thought to have hidden red so thoroughly, but soon his mind was consumed with the soft flesh and lace that surrounded his face as he rubbed his cheeks and lips across her breasts.

She fumbled with the buttons of his shirt and finally managed to push the material away from its home on his shoulders; her hands trailed fire across his skin as she explored his flesh. He felt her fingers grip his hair fiercely and pull his head up towards her face. Knowing what she wanted, he slanted his lips across hers. As he dominated her mouth, he felt her hands unbuckling his belt. He let her slide the leather from his belt loops and drop it to the floor before he reached behind her to unfasten her bra.

But as he began, Sesshoumaru felt her hands brush his clothed length. A shudder forced its way down his body. When he started to resume his previous task, her hand gripped him through his pants. His hands convulsed around the lacey material, and when he came back to himself, he felt her hands running along the hot flesh of his exposed erection.

Before he could regain the control that she had taken from him, she dropped to her knees in front of him. Her descent was not graceful. The wall and his knee didn’t want to allow it, but she made it happen. When she had settled, those brilliant blue eyes looked up at him, pleading with him again. But this time there was no pain within their depths, only desire.

“Please.” She whispered as she closed her eyes and brushed her cheek against the head of his cock. Her eyes opened when her mouth was so close. “Please.” She whispered again, and the wisp of breath she released with the word caressed his length.

His obsession was on her knees before him, red lace framing her breasts, blue eyes pleading with him to let her take his erection into her delicious mouth. It was the most erotic sight he had ever seen.

He groaned as he threaded his fingers through her hair and pulled her head towards him, eliminating the space that kept her lips from him. She licked across the head before he felt her lips draw him in. He sighed at the feeling. It was pure bliss, the feeling of her accepting him into her body. He groaned again at the thought of another entrance that would come soon.

Her mouth pulled him about a third of the way down his shaft until he felt the head hit the back of her throat. He was well-endowed, and she was tiny, but it didn’t matter to him. The overall feeling of this meeting compensated for any disappointment. He thought she would at least use her hand to stroke the rest of his length, but he felt nothing.

Sesshoumaru opened his eyes to look at her, but his eyes immediately closed when he felt the head of his shaft slip past the tight muscles of her throat. Her hands wrapped around his legs, gripping the muscles of his ass. Slowly she pushed more of his cock down her throat. The feeling was mind blowing, but still she pushed more of him into her mouth. When she got about half-way down his length, she swallowed. The muscles of her throat convulsed around his shaft causing his hands to grip her hair tighter. The feeling almost brought him to his knees, but he managed to catch himself with one hand steadying him against the wall in front of him.

He felt her pull away from him. Her throat gripped him as if trying to prevent his escape, but he soon felt the cool air on his wet cock. He watched her swallow and lick her lips before resuming her task. She made a few slow passes at the tip of his erection, just the smooth slide in and out of her mouth, before she began to climb down his length again. She dragged her fingernails down his ass as she began to force him down her throat again.

Soon both hands were braced against the wall behind her to keep him from collapsing at the sensations she was sending him. She was determined to climb completely down the length of him, and damn everyone in this building, but he was willing to stand here and let her try all day. The muscles of her mouth and throat were doing things to him that he had never felt before.

It was amazing. With his endurance and stamina, it took most women ten minutes of fast, sucking passes on his staff to successfully cause his climax with oral sex. But with what she was doing, it only took a few passes to bring him to the point where he had to fight off his orgasm.

When he felt her lips wrap around the base of his penis and suck, he had to dig his fingers into the wall to keep from thrusting into her delicious mouth, and when she swallowed with every inch of his length embedded in her, he almost spilt his seed down her throat. She swallowed again, the muscles of her throat convulsing sequentially from base to tip. He groaned; the muscles in his abdomen spasmed because of his approaching climax.

One of his hands reached down into her hair, and gently pulled her away from him. She slid down his length and looked at him with questioning eyes.

He said nothing but raised her to her feet. As soon as she was standing, he pushed her body into the wall, and covered her form with his. His mouth claimed hers again, while his hands stripped off her bra and began on her skirt.

His hands brushed against her core, now covered with only the satin of her panties, and his mouth swallowed her moan. Sesshoumaru slid her panties down her legs and felt her weight shift as she stepped out of them.

He slid his penis between her legs to slide across her core. This contact kept him hard and ready for her, while not endangering his precarious position of climax. He wanted to finish inside her tempting body, but the time she spent on her knees brought him too close. If he thrust into her right now, he would not last until her pleasure came. This position was perfect because she was too short for him to actually enter her from this position, but he could still pleasure her. His hands traveled across her flesh, circling and kneading her breasts.

As he ran his length across the hot flesh of her center, he groaned at how wet she was. Her natural lubrication coated his cock as he thrust between her legs, gliding across the pearl at the apex of her thighs, and causing her to cry out. He continued his ministrations, regaining his control, until he felt her knees give at the sensation as he tweaked her nipples and pushed against her pearl.

Deciding that both were quite satisfied with the foreplay, he brought his hands to her waist and lifted her up. Without any prompting she wrapped her legs around his waist. Sesshoumaru tried to thrust into her with one glorious rush, but she was too tight. Gritting his teeth, he pushed into her tight passage one agonizing inch at a time. All the while, the woman was writhing in pleasure against the wall, her legs gripping him and helping him to thrust into her by pushing at his back.

She gripped him like a fist; he had never felt anyone so small. It was frustrating that he couldn’t just pound into her, but it was an astounding feeling as well. He gripped her hips and pushed inch by inch until he felt her muscles spasm around him. She cried out and convulsed in his arms as her orgasm overtook her.

Sesshoumaru watched her eyes flutter and roll backwards as her nails dug into the flesh of his back and shoulders. She was amazingly beautiful with her lips swollen and her face flushed.

He paused his attempt to sheath himself fully into her and just watched as her body calmed. When her eyes opened again, he smiled at her glazed gaze. He bent forward to kiss her again, but stopped before completing the action.

“Sesshoumaru.” He whispered against her lips.

Silence filled the air until she pulled back, her head against the wall. Her brow furrowed as she looked at him.

He continued, their eyes locked onto each other. “Next time I bring you to the edge of your world, I want it to be my name that spills from your lips.” His gaze bored holes into her and she smiled coyly at him.

She leaned forward to kiss him, but like had had paused before kissing him. “Kagome,” breathed across his mouth before she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed his mouth to hers.

Sesshoumaru began to thrust into her again and groaned when his length slipped fully into her. She was still tight, but her orgasm had opened her more, allowing him to move freely within her.

And he took full advantage of it. Kagome cried out, arched her back, and threw her head backwards when she felt him take her with more force. Sesshoumaru face was now inches from her voluptuous breasts, and he took the invitation.

His mouth explored the soft skin of her chest as he slowly thrust into her. He could feel his climax approaching again. He could feel her legs spasming around his waist, clenching and squeezing, trying to make him speed up. But he refused to hurry. This was the culmination of their game.

“Please, faster. So close.” She pleaded with him. Her body twisted against the wall, trying to get him to end the unbearable tightness that had begun to gather in her body.

He began thrusting harder, but kept his slower pace. She cried out, whimpering and thrusting her body onto his, but he knew that if he sped up now he would cum before she could finish. His thrusts became a brutal pounding deep and deeper into her body, but she only encouraged him, pleading to go faster. Finally, he felt her inner muscles begin to clench around his shaft, and he gave into her pleas.

He sped his pace, faster and faster, until he had to sacrifice the depth of his thrusts for the pace he wanted. Her body began shaking and convulsing in his arms, and he sped more, working to bring his orgasm with hers.

It built inside him until he heard her scream his name as she shattered. Her muscles gripped him as tight as a fist and his climax was ripped from his body, the muscles in his stomach clenching and trembling. He whispered her name like a prayer as he continued pumping into her, the last bit of his seed being pushed from his body as his climax fell.

He laid his head on her shoulder, both panting after their exertion. After a moment to catch their breath, Sesshoumaru lifted his head off of her. His arms were shaking, but he ignored it. He reached up and slid his fingers through the hair at her temples, pulling the inky tendrils that had become plastered to her face back to join the rest of her hair behind her.

She smiled at him, a twinkle in her eyes. “Wow.”

He couldn’t help it. He chuckled at her junior high sentiment, but he nodded. “Agreed.”

Reluctantly, he pulled out of her glorious body, stepped back, and let her glide down the wall until she was standing on her own two feet again. Both began to get dressed, searching the floor for their clothes. Sesshoumaru glanced at his watch and noted that it was nearing time for people to start arriving at the building. He realized he only had a short amount of time with her this morning.

She had almost finished dressing; Kagome only lacked the blouse she had worn over the tank top. She looked around for it, until she saw it dangling in front of her. She looked up and saw Sesshoumaru, completely dressed, holding it out for her. She smiled in thanks, but she said nothing. The situation was beginning to get awkward for her, and Kagome wasn’t sure how to act around him now.

She tentatively reached out for her shirt, but Sesshoumaru caught her hand and held it in his. She jumped and looked up into his eyes.

“Have dinner with me tonight.”

She laughed, surprised at his words. “I think you messed up the order.” She spoke, still laughing. “Its usually dinner first, then sex.”

His eyes became heated. “If you wish it, it can be arranged.”

Kagome felt the blush rush up her cheeks before she could stop it. He chuckled again. They had just been as intimate as two can be, yet she blushed at one innuendo. He repeated his request. “Have dinner with me.”

She looked nervous, but eventually she nodded. “Okay. What time?”

“I’ll meet you in the lobby at 5:00.” He spoke, and motioned for her to turn around so he could help her into the blouse he still held.

Kagome turned as directed. “But I wanted to change after work, I can’t...”

But she was interrupted. “And we are in two separate cars. I will follow you back to your apartment where you can change and leave your car. Then I’ll drive to the restaurant. Is this acceptable?” His voice was gentle as he spoke, and his hands slipped the shirt over her arms and shoulders. He wanted her to want him as much as he wanted her, and she would, if he didn’t scare her off right now.

Sesshoumaru smiled as he watched her walk off the elevator and onto the floor that housed her office. His game was not yet over. Yes, she had been seduced, but his intentions had changed. It was no longer just her body. He wanted everything she could offer him, and he would get it.

She was his, she would willingly give everything to him, her body, her mind, her soul. And he would anxiously await that day. It would only be a matter of time, and he had already established how patient he could be when moving towards the culmination of his game.

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