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Sesshomaru circled the bound miko on his bed. "Hmm, what have we here?"
Kagome gave him a dirty look. "Don't you think this is overkill?" she groused. "All I said this time was I knew where you could sheathe your sword." She pouted. "I hadn't even gotten to the good part yet, Sesshomaru."
He quirked a brow as he parted her clothes and turned on the ceiling fan.
"Hey! That's cold." Her nipples immediately began to pebble as he watched. "Turn it off."
"I am aware." He smirked. "However," he murmured, licking each of her nipples and watching them harden further in the cool air, "I have it on expert authority that revenge is a dish best-served cold."
His mate's mouth fell open as she stared at him. "Sesshomaru—"
"Quiet." He reached for the gag he'd left on his nightstand and slid it comfortably into her mouth. "That mouth of yours is far too distracting, miko." His smirk grew as he scented her budding arousal. "I told you, mate, that I would have my revenge."
She murmured something, but her voice was muffled by the gag he'd slid into place.
"Allow me, little miko," he bent to purr in her ear as he reached for the toys he'd left beside the bed, "to show you what happens when you bite off more than you can chew."
It would not be long until she was ready to scream for him—and by then, her dirty talk would be the furthest thing from her mind. It was a plan that absolutely, positively could not fail.
Kagome smirked as she snuggled into her mate's slumbering chest. He might have thought he held the upper hand here, but she knew exactly what buttons to push.
He'd outdone himself tonight, she thought, yawning. She'd have to be sure to try it again tomorrow.
The punishment was sure to be worth it.