Care to make a Bet? by Dlat

Round Two DING!

Care to Make a Bet

Chapter 2: Round Two DING!

His victory confirmed, he wasted no time claiming her lips with his. She tore away from him and began her struggles anew, but he would expect no less from a being of her caliber. She beat against his chest and he quietly shushed her, understanding her frustration. After all, he knew how annoying it was to lose. His lips once again found hers and he continued to kiss her gently until her struggles slowly ceased and she turned to straddle his lap. He allowed himself to revel in her surrender for only a moment. He wanted more than a weekend of her company after all. It was time to put phase two of his plan into action. 

“I tire of this room,” he said icily, disentangling her arms from around his neck and pulling her to her feet. “You will follow me.”

He ignored her confused and hurt expression and headed out. She bent to reach for her clothing and he debated stopping her, but didn’t. It would not do if someone else were to see her delicious body. When she was sufficiently covered, he motioned for her to follow him out. He paused a few feet down the hall, pretending to ponder something for a moment before turning to face her. “You will service me here.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said, you will service me here. I do not feel like waiting. On your knees, please.”

“In your dreams!”

“Are you refusing to hold up your end of the bargain?” He smirked, knowing her pride would prevent her from saying no. As he suspected, her eyes lowered in shame.

“I’ll do it, but not here.”

“You agreed to be mine. That means for the rest of the weekend, I get to take you wherever I want, however I want.”

“Please,” she begged, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. “I’ll do anything you want, just not here.”

Here is my chance, he thought, making a show out of sighing deeply as he pretended to consider her offer. Finally he said, “Unless you wish to have a rematch, then you have no choice in the matter.”

“A rematch?”

He had to restrain a smirk at the way her head shot up at that. However, he knew he had to play this game very carefully. Raising an eyebrow in apparent question he appeared to consider her a moment before shaking his head and replying “No, I do not think so. I have already gotten what I want. Why should I risk losing what I already have?”

“But we could go double or nothing!”

“No, I do not think so. Why should I wager two weekends against the one I already have? Now, if you please.”

“Wait,” Kagome said softly, eyes downcast as she was forced to make her situation even worse. “What would it take for you to reconsider?”

He rubbed his chin, pretending to weigh his options. He already knew he would accept her challenge, as well as what the stakes would be. It was just a matter of timing.  “I might consider it if……” 

“Yes,”

“If I win, you will be mine. Forever.”

She snorted, hands coming up to fist at her hips as her eyebrows lifted in dubious shock. “Let me get this straight. You want me to bid a weekend of servitude, against a lifetime?”

“Not a servant, a mate.” He reveled in her power. Her control over her reiki was wavering and he could feel her energy expanding out in waves. However, she was fighting her anger, forcing herself to remain calm when he knew she wanted to purify him where he stood. Or well, she wanted to try. He highly doubted she had the kind of power required to injure one such as himself. 

“Like there’s a difference,” she scoffed, pulling his attention back to her as she crossed her arms and backed away from him. “In fact, I’d be in a worse position than I am now.”

“I can assure you, as my mate, you would be taken care of.”

“Why should I trust you? I’m a human. I know what happens to girls who give themselves to youkai. I refuse to be someone’s toy!”

“A mate is to be cherished, not controlled. But I appreciate your acceptance that you would be the loser.”

“As if! You are so full of it! You only won because you cheated!”

“Did I?”

“You can’t prove that was for you.” She sighed dramatically at his frown, amazed that he hadn’t caught her drift. “I work in a strip club. How do you know that wasn’t from my previous client?”

“I do not think so,” he replied softly, tapping his chin in apparent thought. “In fact, I would guess that I am the only person who has seen, let alone touched, you this way.”

“That is beside the point!” She hissed, and he felt the floodgates crack just a bit further. “If you really affected me, you should have been able to make me voice my desire for you.”

“Are these your new terms?” He smirked, silently rejoicing in her lack of denial to his previous statement, but unwilling to waste time celebrating a minor victory before the war was won. “If I can make you voice your desire, you will be mine and if not, you will serve me for just the weekend.”

“Those terms are not fair and you know it!”

“That may be, but I am the reigning winner. The terms are mine to set.”

She crossed her arms and glared at him. She had no intention of granting him more than he’d already won. “Let’s get this weekend over with.”

“On your knees then,” he said sternly, pushing down gently on her shoulders.

Kagome closed her eyes, mentally preparing herself. She knelt in front of him, trying to keep from crying. At his command, she reached to undo his belt, forcibly calming herself as she did. He groaned as her small hand wrapped around him, her movements slow and unsure. He would enjoy teaching her how to please him.  

“There’s someone coming,” she said suddenly, trying to pull away from him as voices rang out down the hallway and Kagome realized with a jolt that one of the voices was Hojo’s.

“I am well aware of this. Please continue.” 

“But...he’ll see me!” 

Her face drained of color, but he couldn’t stop now. He was so close. Soon she would relent and they could end all this nonsense. He was honestly surprised she’d lasted this long, but this was the end. Her pride would not allow her to let anyone see her in this position--not that he had any intention of letting that disgusting idiot see her this way. 

“That is not important. Now, if you please.” He struggled to keep his face blank. Tears were flowing freely from her distraught eyes and he wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms and whisk her away to safety, but that would have to wait for later. 

Hojo was almost upon them, another minute and he would be within sight. Take the bet, he silently implored her. Cease your torment and mine as well.

Almost as if she had heard him, Kagome shoulders slumped and she lost the battle with herself, dropping her gaze to the floor. “I accept the new terms.”