You Can Call Me Daddy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha all credit goes to Rumiko Takahashi!

Chapter song- (LMAFO, but seriously this fits.) S&M by Rihanna.

Warning(s): There is some stuff in this chapter.

Chapter Four: Daddy's Home.

The steam rose above the hot water of the shower and filled the bathroom just as small bare feet tread silently across the cool tile floor. The soft sounds of the water hitting the shower wall could be heard within the small bathroom. She stopped outside the shower entrance, her deep violet eyes peered through the condensation that had gathered upon the lightly frosted glass, her right hand slid the glass door back, the sound of a light hiss escaping her lips as she stepped into the shower and stood under the cascade of scalding water.

She groaned as the water hit her skin like a thousand pine needles; it left her skin with bright red blotches but Kagome didn't care because the new shower head that had been installed was working out the knots in her neck and back. She pushed back her thick raven locks that were clinging to her back. She leaned her head back and rolled it to the side as she rubbed the slick skin of her neck. Her thick eyelashes were overfilled with clear drops that dripped and splashed down on her glistening skin. Her skin tingled from the steam that swirled around her body. She lathered a washcloth with some Midnight Orchid soap.

She washed herself silently as she stared at the water running down the drain, absentmindedly thinking about her incomplete journey from the past. She washed herself thoroughly, washing the dirt and muck that had piled on her for the last few days off while she hummed.

She knew all too well, standing under the stream to rinse off, that she would eventually return to the past to finish the hunt for the Shikon Jewel shards. For now, she shampooed her hair, wanting to enjoy her long overdue shower. Her fingertips slid down her perky breasts and brushed her hard, pink nipples...traveling down to touch the scar on her side.

Slender fingers reached out to wrap around the glass nob to shut the stream of water off. She slid the glass door back and exited the shower and walked to the counter, barely noticing the fluffy, blue carpet in front of the shower, she leaned towards the mirror to wipe away the condensation that had gathered on it.

Her hair hung over her shoulder to cling to her pale skin as she stared at the woman looking back at her in the mirror. She looked at her soft, plump, pink lips, her small round chin, the rosy cheeks and her well defined almond-shaped eyes. She glanced down at the shell shaped sink below and sighed as she shut her eyes momentarily.

She opened the cabinet to hide her unrecognizable reflection. She refused to believe that it was her in the mirror. How was she supposed to believe that the person with the lustful appearance trapped within the mirror was the same girl who had disappeared down the well at age fifteen? They looked nothing alike, for this woman was much more beautiful and mature than she had hoped to look like when she was a child. She felt herself fall too deep into thought and she shook her head. She reached into the cabinet for some deodorant and put it on. She then rubbed the Cherry Juniper scented lotion on both of her arms and then over her torso. Lastly, she bent over to rub it in her legs.

She reached for a Hanky Panky low-rise cheekies and bent over while lifting her long slender legs one at a time before she leaned up to slide them up her trim thighs with ease. She turned around to face the full length mirror against the wall and took in her own image. She tilted her head and tossed her damp hair over her right shoulder.

Her flat stomach and well-defined hips were left exposed to the cool bathroom air. The sheer red floral lace her underwear fit snugly against her sensitive skin. She covered her bountiful bosom with her arms as she turned her back to the mirror. Her wavy hair brushed over her chest as she turned her head to glance down at the cheekies that followed the curve of her derriere. She smiled at her image in the mirror. Suddenly she felt self-conscious of herself as she grasped the Intimates Spree black camisole from the drawer that she had pulled the cheekies from. She silently thanked her mom for keeping her things stocked as she slipped it over her head let it fall over her breasts to rest on the top part of her thighs. She pulled her hair out of the camisole and shook her head, which made the hair tumble over her shoulders in natural thick waves. She walked toward the door and grasped the door-nob and turned it. She opened the door and flipped off the light, closing the door behind her as she exited the bathroom.

She walked across the room to the window and drew the flowing, blue curtains and slid open the window. She peeked her head through the window and closed her eyes as she took in a deep breath. When she opened them a bright flash drew her attention.

She spotted a white Mercedes-Benz Brabus SLR parked in the driveway and leaned over the windowsill. She looked at the interior of the vehicle which was visible through the windshield. He obviously has taste in foreign cars, she'd give him that. Angered by the sight, she shut the window with a slam and folded her arms under her breasts.

Kagome, having grown up in the middle class, strongly convinced herself that her new stepfather would be probably be a snobby asshole and the car just proved that he was most definitely a conceited ass. So what if he was worth a gigantic fortune? She wanted nothing to do with it.

Did he think that because he had money he could buy a family and control a woman who'd just lost someone important to her? Did he think that he could just turn her mother in his slave by throwing money at her? By buying her a pretty, diamond chain? Did he really think that her mother would just use jewels to fill the void in her heart that he'd probably leave by neglecting her? Did he HONESTLY believe that her mother would just stand to be someone's trophy wife? Did he believe Kagome would just stand by and watch? But surely that wasn't the case...or else they wouldn't be separated, right?...Kagome didn't know what to think at this point.

When Kagome Met Naraku.

Kagome found her iPod in a dresser drawer and then left the room, shutting the gray door behind her. She nodded her head to the beat of some European techno. Turning down the hall, she sang along with the words, casually going down the spiraling stair case in the dark.

She bobbed her head to the music as she walked down the deep black hall, lit only by the bright green neon glow of her headphones. She continued down the hall while she danced to the music...her body had twirled around the hall so much that she started to get dizzy.

Down the hall, Naraku (Kagewaki Izu) has just gotten home from work and was going over some business proposals in his mind as he loosened the dark red tie around his neck. His dark ruby eyes were irritated from lack of sleep and stress from work. His long wavy hair hung over his right shoulder as he silently checked his phone for potential updates from Kagura. His thoughts then turned to the hot bath he would run for himself when he got upstairs.

He smirked to himself as his bare feet tapped against the wooden floor, his mind already thinking of the preparations he would have ready next week for his wife's daughter. The darkened hall was lit by the white light of the phone's screen as his thumb flicked over the messages. He suddenly slammed into something in the dark that caused him to lose his balance. That's when he noticed the green lights bouncing off the walls and the girl who went with him.

He cried out as she screamed and they both topple over, and despite their best efforts he still ended up lying on top of Kagome. She had landed square on her back in the dark but that quickly faded as the realization came to her that someone strange was on top of her. Yet, it was arousing to her that there was a hard chest pressing against her soft breasts; the smell of cigars and cool water cologne wafted over her face as she reached out to touch the person above her. Her small hands slid down broad shoulders and a sculpted back; whoever it was was definitely very well built.

Her violet eyes widened when she felt his hand lightly grope her right breast. She closed her eyes and tried to keep quiet but her lips betrayed her and let out a gentle groan. Naraku's eyes widened at what he thought was the form of a soft breast under his hand, he blushed in the darkness at the sound of a small erotic noise near his right ear. Kagome felt the offending hand move lower down her chest, making her quiver as she clenched his shirt and whispered for him to stop.

Naraku instantly realized what he was doing and moved off of the girl and crawled around in the darkness feeling for the wall while he mentally cursed at himself. Kagome rolled over on her stomach and pushed up on her palms to get on her knees. Her knees scraped lightly against the wood as she crawled in the opposite direction.

Naraku used the wall to get to his feet and with his hand outstretched hunted for the light switch with a small mumble. He hit it and instantly the whole hall was illuminated; he held up his hand to shield his eyes from the bright light. This was totally how he wanted their first meeting to go, by groping his step-daughter like some horny teenage boy. God, she must have thought he was some rich pervert.

Kagome finally got to her knees, but after taking one step she slipped on his phone and fall flat on her stomach. She groaned loudly before getting back up and pushing her hair back over one shoulder. Embarrassed by her actions during his accidental grope, she hoped that she hasn't made herself out to seem easy. She bent over to pick up his phone with her slender fingers. Kagome suddenly remembered what she was wearing and felt herself go red. "Crap...seriously I had to be wearing underwear when I met the guy? Just my f-ing luck...Man why me?" Kagome thought to herself. She shook her head slightly and tried to ignore her lack of clothes in the hopes that he would too.

Naraku blinked a few times before he pushed off the wall and turned his head to glance down at the girl who he had bumped into. It was then that his ruby eyes caught the awesome sight of her near-naked bottom and what looked like thin silky panties covering her hips.

Naraku quickly averted his eyes from the alluring sight before him. He pressed his fingers over his lips, he could hardly believe that this was Katsumi's daughter. How could she be? She was everything Katsumi could never be and everything he wanted. His lower parts made that very clear when they pressed against the inside of his pants irritating him even more.

Little did he know that this girl was exactly who he had longed for ever since his battles with Inuyasha and his group almost five hundred years ago. She was the violet eyed priestess that had cost him his victory over the half-breed Inuyokai and had been a mysterious thorn in his side.

Meeting Daddy.

Kagome stood up and turned around, at first they avoided each other's gaze, until he saw his phone presented in her open palms. They both shared a slight blush as he reached out for it, she flinched just an inch when his fingertips brushed the smooth skin of her palm. They both raised their eyes at the same time, both preparing for a rather humiliating conversation. However, they both stood frozen in place as they recognized each other. Kagome began to take small steps backward from him while covering her mouth with her hand as he towered over her.

"YOU!"

They said in unison, completely surprised by the sight of each other. Kagome's look of pure horror ignited an explosive amount of suppressed anger that Naraku thought had died out long ago. This female who had forced him to flee back into the darkness and mix with humanity and wear a skin that he so very much despised.

Yet now as he gazed upon her form, he noticed that she was sweeter than all of his fantasies combined. She was helpless now with no arrows or jewels to protect her. Only her skin and a thin outfit protected her from his pent up desire. This lovely reward just for him, curvy and innocent like the moon.

Naraku himself really didn't understand how or why this girl had appeared, yet here she was lovelier than before when they had met at his downfall. She wasn't a slender little girl with no physical appearance other than a twig-like frame, but she had blossomed into a gorgeous woman. It made him think of his once unrequited love, Kikyo. His beast spoke up just then, "No, that's false. They have nothing in common except their looks; and even those are different."

Why, just looking at her one could tell that she was the smile of the heaven. The most delicate blossom on the tree of life that the fates allowed him to catch within his destructive hands. He didn't dare question the situation since the odds were undeniably in his favor.

"Well, well, well looks like the fates have rewarded me this time. It's been too long my sweet priestess, Kagome."

Kagome's heart thumped when he said her name using that thick, rich, malevolent voice that she'd learned to hate. The spot on her breast where he had touched her body tingled, yet strangely it felt pleasurable and that scared her. Why did she even feel such a sensation for him? She shook her head and tried to utter his name but she was too paralyzed with terror knowing that nobody would come to her rescue now.

No Sesshomaru..

No Inuyasha...

No Koga…to protect her.

Not even a knife.

Naraku felt quite smug as he inched closer to the frightened little doe. He reached out for her wrist as she flinched back covering her chest. Here she was at home, yet trapped within her greatest enemy's lair. She realized that she could never win as long as she remained inside this fortress grown from the skeleton of a life that was dead. As waves of despair washed over her, she found her voice; it was small and scared but it was better than nothing she figured.

"Don't come any closer!"

Kagome snapped, felt herself draw back into the wall behind her. Fear flashed on her defiant expression when Naraku came closer with a dark smile painted on his handsome face.

"Why? What will you do to me? Heh, kill me? If you wanted to kill me you would have done so the moment you laid your eyes on me. Besides my dear that's no way to treat your new father, is it?"

Naraku moved to stand in front of her, her face was merely inches from his chest. He could taste the fear radiating off her body as she covered her chest with her hands and her tender violet eyes avoided his gaze. Before he could even touch her, she dashed to the side and attempted to run away toward the front room, however Naraku being a demon made him shockingly faster.

Kagome didn't even make it a foot before his hand latched around her weak wrist, allowing him to jerk her off her feet and slam her to the wall with his body pressed against hers. Kagome yelped slightly at the air being forced out of her lungs. Still, she fought his grip until his grasped her chin and forced her face up to met his. He was nearly seething with pleasure as she realized quickly that this was a losing battle.

" Y-you'll never be my father, you bastard!"

Kagome mentally slapped herself for trying to pick a fight with the Lord of all Evil. He'd never listen to her and she knew it just as soon as she felt his lips against her neck again. A moan fell from her lips at the electrifying touch of his lips against her skin, it felt strangely erotic to her. Her body started to burn as his hot tongue slid across her neck. She furrowed her brows with a groan, he responded with an amused chuckle.

"Oh but sweet child, nobody is coming to save you. Face it, you're at my mercy."

"Get. Off. Me!" Kagome screamed with more edge, shutting her eyes as she shoved his chest with her hands. Newly formed tears streamed from the corners of her eyes, spilling down her cheeks. His large masculine hands started to wander over her womanly curvature without her consent. Her sweet breath expelled in hot ragged pants smelled of perfumed apple blossoms as he pressed his lips against her ear.

"You've no idea of the thrills I could give you little girl. All the sinister ways I could break you, rip you apart, and make you scream."

The tone of his voice pierced through her mind as his tongue slid against the tender shell of her ear, making her arch up with a thoughtless moan. Kagome's eyes grew wide when his right hand moved to caress one of her breasts from outside of the silk camisole. She blushed with a small erotic breath, feeling shame growing as his fingers teased her nipple roughly.

"You won't get the chance!" Kagome said, glaring at him as she gripped his shoulders suddenly and bringing her knee up right into his unguarded sacred jewels (retribution.) She stumbled back from him as he slumped to the floor holding his precious balls with a painful moan.

"You can't have me! I'd never let you either Onigumo!" Kagome said sticking her tongue out, turning on her heels to run when suddenly, her foot flew off something and it caused her to lose balance and meet the floor with a harsh "whack." Boy, luck was not on her side today she thought to herself when she hit the floor.

She felt the world spin she lifted her head with a painful moan and tried to register what had just happened. She was about to touch her nose and see how bad it was when she felt a hand wrap around her ankle. Her chest and jaw hurt as she tried to push off the floor and escape, barely making it an inch before Naraku pulled her down far enough for him to turn her over to face him.

Naraku was laughing his ass off at her as he stared down at the luscious little female below him who had a rosy blush about her cheeks. She looked so sexy but so vulnerable to him at that moment that it was all he could do to not have her right then and there. He could smell the fear mixed with arousal. Kagome glanced down, horrified to see that her black camisole was bunched just under her nipples, leaving the lower portion of her breasts and pale slender belly exposed for Naraku's viewing pleasure. His sinful ruby eyes trailed down the soft looking orbs and catching sight of her hardened nipples that were barely hidden by the camisole.

"No!" She cried, trying to free herself. Her eyes grew wide when Naraku released her arms and climbed on top of her to straddle her waist. Kagome thrashed under him while throwing angry punches that he dodged easily. With a dark chuckle he grasped each of her wrists with ease and pinned them against the floor on either side of her head. Kagome arched her back up from the wooden boards as she screamed and kicked her legs making her enemy above laugh even more at how vehement her voice was.

"SILENCE!" He snapped making her cease her pitiful struggling and glare up at him with a spiteful glare he considered sweet. Naraku was aroused by her expression. Kagome poised her hands and attempted to purify Naraku, who shook off the spiritual burn with a warning growl. He all but grinned leaning down to press his lips against hers. Kagome felt his tongue invade her mouth as Naraku forced it deeper, causing her insides to tingle and something deep inside her release.

No kiss had ever felt like this.

So wild...dark and dangerous.

"How interesting that you're the daughter of my estranged wife," he mumbled against her lips.

Daddy Knows What Daddy Wants.

Narkau moved off Kagome and yanked her up off the floor by her wrist as she slapped and punched at him with her free hand. Naraku growled in response as he dragged her into his study. He was so eager he ripped a chair from the desk and threw her against the onyx desk that filled the room. He pinned her against it, using the weight of his body to bend her over the desk. His hand to turn her head towards him so that he could relish the uncertainty blossoming in her beautiful violet eyes. His long inky locks spilled over his shoulders, onto her back, mixing with her hair on the desk. Kagome whimpered as she wiggled her hips helplessly against his groin.

She gazed into his glowing crimson eyes and felt fear; but also anticipation. Anticipation, she knew was wrong. It was sinful but, she craved it despite herself. That thought scared her most of all. Her attention snapped back to reality when she felt his hand slide down her neck slowly, the touch of his fingers sent shivers down her spine. He smirked at her shudder as his hand reached inside her camisole and grasped her left breast. Her eyes widened and she let out a small gasp.

"Naraku, please stop. This...I don't want this...And my mother...you're married to her."

He reached out for the back of her head and gripped some of her black wet tresses and pulled on them roughly in response. Kagome felt the instantaneous pain and let out a bloodcurdling scream. Hot tears rapidly fell from her cheeks as she dug her nails into the surface of the table.

"Ku, ku, ku there are things that you don't know Kagome. And you know that I am not one to let my prey escape so easily. Are you a girl that enjoys things a litte more rough –like your mother who seems to love it like a perverted bitch? Ah yes, I wonder if you're just like your filthy whore of a mother..."Naraku smirked, letting his words fall into the air.

Stunned silence met him as he pulled her hair back farther, enough for her to look him in the eye. He leaned into her and let his tongue rub against her cheek to taste her bittersweet tears. He knew she was still a virgin, the pure scent radiated off her body like a sweet irresistible nectar that he was dying to taste.

Kagome glared at the ceiling with more tears threatening to spill out of her eyes; hating herself as a small moan made it's way out of her reluctant lips. Naraku was feeling pretty bold as he slid his hand down her ass and to the back of her lower right thigh. He dipped his head low to allow his lips to cover her plump, soft ones. He took great pleasure in the wild thrashing of her body as she fought to escape his hard body; it would make her surrender that much sweeter when he broke her.

"Npm-!"

She cried though his lips as he kissed her harshly. When he pulled away Kagome was panting with fear, creating a sinister smirk upon his lips. "How does it feel now that you know nobody can save you from me?" He whispered in her ear. She refused to look him in the eye as she answered.

"I swear -'hic' I swear I won't let you get away with this."

"Are you trying to tempt me? Remember sweet, little Kagome this is only the beginning of your new nightmare," he replied darkly.

Kagome curled her lip up in disgust when moved his left hand to curl under her arm and over her breast to administer a soft squeeze to her nipple. She closed her eyes, feeling a lustful urge crawl up her spine when Naraku moved his right hand to where his deft fingers could administer smooth strokes between her legs from behind. He used his right knee to spread her shapely thighs open as he stood behind her. Kagome squeezed her eyes shut blushing shamefully from against the table. He wondered if the girl liked what was happening to her, needed to know if what he was doing made her forget all about the bastard dogs from the past.

"Fuck you, fuck you Naraku," came her harsh shaky whisper laced with a tinge of desire that answered the questions swimming in his brain. He leaned down and whispered in her ear.

"Now Kagome, when you talk like that it just makes it so hard for me to resist my natural instincts. I'm not human, do well to remember that because if I get too riled up... I'm not sure I could hold back from ripping away your very innocence, right here on this table." Naraku pressed himself up against her shapely ass and slowly rubbed against her, letting her know what was going to come. Kagome's expression went blank.

"Oh yes, I think you'd enjoy it if I treated you like my dirty little pet..." He growled softly against her neck and ground his newly risen heat against her backside, making her squirm. Kagome cried out when his teeth bit down on the back of her neck, letting her feel how trapped she really was, and the only way she could protect herself was by giving in. The thought of giving in appealed to Kagome and that above all else made her curious about what would happen if she did submit to her enemy.

Naraku grinned deviously when he felt her slowly responding to him and the tension between them faded as the moments passed, but was replaced by a different kind of tension. A more sexual tension. His right hand rubbed against the back of her cheekies and his other moved underneath her camisole to expose her lush breasts to the cold air. Kagome bit her bottom lip as his fingers found their way to the front of her panties and delved in to feel the wetness there. He laughed and gave her earlobe a playful bite as he brought his fingers to her lips. "Open them for me Kagome," he whispered encouragingly.

Kagome blushed with a small desperate groan when she felt the fingers of his other hand press up against the extremely thin, soaked fabric protecting her sex. She knew that he could feel how moist she had gotten, she felt it dripping down her inner thighs. She felt humiliated as her body displayed its natural attraction. It was truly strange to get excited by the touch of a man, her enemy no less. All of her will vanished as she closed her lips around his fingers, she pushed her sex back into his other hand with a groaning softly, yearning for more of his touch.

Naraku was quite impressed with her response and whispered approvingly "Good girl" in her ear as he kissed the back of her exposed neck and moved his right hand to her lace underwear and slowly pierced the underwear with his fingers. He listened to the fabric ripping as he slowly tore it away from her hips with one hand to leave her soft, plump bottom with nothing to protect it from his probing fingers. His hand moved down and administered a heavy slap to the soft flesh of her succulent backside.

The sudden punishment took the poor girl by surprise. Her cry brought joy to his ears and made his nether regions twinge in response to her sweet voice. Her cry was so sweet to his devilish ears that he couldn't wait to cause more of them. Kagome's legs trembled and her body forced her to arch forward onto the table while Naraku kept her imprisoned with his body. He was so dark and dangerous that it sparked a fire within her that she had never known she'd had. His tongue darted along her neck and to her ear, wetting her hot skin with his sweet saliva, leaving a trail of fire on her skin. Kagome's breath was coming in short pants when he started to grind himself into her, allowing her to feel the extent of his arousal.

"From now on Kagome, you can call me Daddy."

End~ TBC.

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