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"Be still."
Kagome whimpers, straining against the silken bindings even as the stern command rushes through her. She needs this. She needs more.
And more is precisely what he doesn't give her.
"You can take this, miko."
No, she can't.
Already, she is at her limits. Bullet vibrators hang from her breasts, the small chains settled at the base of her nipples, and if that sensation wasn't already nearly too much, he's settled another one at the base of her clit.
And still he is not done. A vibrator rests inside her, not thrusting as she craves, but stationary, vibrating slowly and steadily.
"Perhaps," he rumbles then, hitting the button to increase the speed, "you will recall this moment, then, when you wish to pleasure yourself in my absence."
"I'm sorry," she manages, but it's broken, a plea, as her body arches beneath the onslaught of pleasure. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—"
"Ah, how nicely you beg." He smirks. "Come, then, Kagome, and remember that the pleasure at my hands is all you require."
She shatters, helpless to do anything but.