Love's Denial

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Chapter Nine


Botan looked into Koenma’s office for what seemed like the hundredth time that evening, only to find out that he was still pacing and muttering to himself. He had been doing this for two weeks now. Something was going on and he wasn’t talking to her. For weeks he had been unable to rest. He even moved them form their bedroom to another and posted a guard. He told her it was just a precaution. Botan snorted. She knew better, hell Koenma knew she knew better but that didn’t stop him from hiding from her. She stared at her love and frowned making up her mind. She was going to see Yusuke and the others whether Koenma wanted her to or not.


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Aki rushed through the college hallways, glancing at her watch every few seconds. She was late for class again. For the past two weeks, she had been staying at her master’s apartment almost every night and always ended up coming late to her first classes. Aki began blushing as images of the last few weeks flashed through her mind. Her master had been almost brutal in his lessons on embarrassment and how she, as a proper slave, should have none. After covering herself up that first morning, he began tying her to the bed or whatever piece of furniture was closest to him, leaving every part of her exposed while he did his chores, cooking, and school work, always having her close so he could take his pleasure from her body or just stare. Her master had even gone so far as to tie her to the shower railing while he showered. Aki had been mortified at first, but quickly realized that there was no point in being shy. He would take what he wanted from her no matter how hard she blushed. Aki’s face was a deep red when she realized that she had stopped walking during her musings. Her master would not be happy.


When she reached the door to the stairs that would take her to the next level of the building, the door suddenly opened and pushed her down. Her books and papers went everywhere and her shoulder was throbbing with the beginnings of a bruise. She groaned as she sat up and checked it for a crack or bruised bone. She was pulled from her inspection when she heard someone speaking to her.


The person, who so rudely pushed the door through her, was a male student. “Ah, shit! Are you okay?” he asked, picking up her books and papers.


Aki looked up and her eyes widened with recognition. He was from her Greek History class. She gave him her biggest smile. “I’m fine. I am so terribly sorry that I got in your way,” she told him.


He grinned at her and scratched his head guiltily. “Na, it wasn’t your fault. I should have paid more attention to where I was going.” He looked her over again making sure that she wasn’t injured and noticed that there was blood on her skirt.
He frowned and tossed her papers to the floor. “Ah hell, you’re bleeding. Damnit, why didn’t you say something?” he asked, running his hands up her leg to look for the cut.


Aki stared at the man confused until she saw the blood on her skirt. She hadn’t felt anything pierce her skin, but when he ran his hand a few inches above her knee, she hissed under her breathe as she felt him touch the cut. Her face began to glow when he lifted her skirt to inspect the wound. “No, I’m okay, you do not have to go through the trouble. I’ll go to the restroom and put a Band-Aid on it,” she said, trying to pull away from him.


He smiled reassuringly at her. “I couldn’t possibly leave an injured woman to fend for herself when I am the cause of all of her problems,” he told her, inspecting the cut. He tore off a piece of his t-shirt and wrapped it around her leg. “There you go, all better,” he told her, helping her stand.


Aki smiled her thanks and started picking up her things again. “Thanks you, but it really wasn’t necessary,” she told him, watching as he bent down to pick up one of her books.


He smiled as he handed her book to her. He then noticed the other book in her hand. “Hey, dude, I’m in Greek History too. When is your class?” he asked, trying to remember if he had ever seen her before.


Aki blushed and looked down. “Uh . . . we sort of have the class together. I sit in the back and you sleep.”


He gave an embarrassed laugh at his own stupidity. “Ah . . . sorry, I didn’t realize. I’m such an ass,” he replied sheepishly.


Aki just smiled at him about to wave him off and head to class when she felt that someone was watching them. Her head whipped around to look behind her, seeing Kurama standing there, looking beyond pissed off. She smiled and attempted to diffuse the situation. “Kurama-san, I’m sorry I am late but I kind of fell down,” she told him, quickly walking up to him.


Kurama looked down at Aki, his temper flaring. He had been worried when she was so late to class and decided to look for her and look what he found, his hummingbird smiling at a boy, a human boy. Kurama glared at the other male and chose ignored her.


The history man was becoming nervous. He was just trying to get to do the right thing and now he might get his ass kicked by a possessive girly-boy for hurting his chick. He decided that it was time to make his leave while he could still walk. “Sorry about earlier and now that your boyfriend is here I’ll leave,” he told her, practically running down the hall.


Aki looked up at Kurama, who was still ignoring her. “He accidentally pushed me down and I cut myself. He was just helping me,” she told him, looking down at the ground, showing him that he was in control and she was submissive.


Kurama grabbed his slave’s arm, dragging her behind him. He led them to a small, empty classroom. It only held about twenty chairs, a teacher’s desk and had only one window. After Kurama had locked the door, he shoved Aki into the room, pushing her against the white board roughly.


Aki was a little nervous at Kurama’s behavior. She knew he could get rough but she had never seen him so possessive or so emotional. He never lost his calm, not even the time he found her with that demon. She wanted to be scared but instead was incredibly turned on by his strong show of emotion. She shivered as he jerked her face up harshly.


Kurama needed to punish his hummingbird. The smell of the human boy was on her and she talked out of turn. He needed to teach her that she belonged to him and that under no circumstances was she allowed to let anyone but him touch her unless he allowed it. She was about to find out that he was very possessive of what was his. “He touched you, hummingbird, didn’t he and you also talked out of turn,” he told her. He didn’t wait for any excuses, as he lifted her up against the board and pressed his body against hers. “Now you have to be punished, hummingbird.
This is inexcusable. You have to know whom you belong to,” he whispered into her ear, pulling the lobe into his mouth and biting down hard.


Aki took a deep breath, her body on fire. It was strange that it didn’t take anything at all for her to want to beg him to take her, but she wouldn’t dare. That would get a slave a beating and then left unsatisfied. No matter how badly she might want her master, she knew that this was definitely not the time to show any ounce of disobedience. So she had no choice but to rely on the training she had undergone so far and hope that it was enough to keep her will under control.


Kurama groaned as he grinded himself between her legs, watching as she bite her bottom lip to keep from crying out. He looked into her eyes and saw that they were glazed over with pure, untainted lust for him and only him. Kurama took a deep breath and pulled away from her.


Aki whimpered at the sudden loss of contact. She stood on shaky feet, leaning against the white board to keep from falling to the ground but as suddenly as her master pulled away from her, she found herself bent over the teachers desk.


Kurama leaned over her, sliding one of his hands under her sweater to caress her back and pushing himself against her bottom. “Are you ready for your punishment, hummingbird?” he asked, relishing in her shudders to his feather-like touches.


Aki grabbed onto the front of the desk to keep from reaching behind her for her master. She was sure he was doing this on purpose. When he released her hair from it’s bun and pulled hard she moaned. “Yes, master,” she replied in a breathless voice.


Kurama, satisfied, let go of her hair and pulled away form her, smirking at her whimper. He looked quickly looked around the room, searching for anything that might help him punish his precious hummingbird. His smirk widened when he found what he was looking for. In the farthest corner of the room, sat a yardstick. He looked down Aki. “Don’t move, hummingbird,” he told her in a stern voice that left no room for argument.


Kurama walked over to the corner and retrieved the yardstick, testing it against his hand to make sure that it was sturdy enough for the task at hand. He walked over to Aki and sat it down next to her away form her face. Kurama brought his hands down to her skirt, throwing it over her back and exposing her backside to him.


Aki moaned as her master ran his hands over her skin, not moving an inch. When he ripped her panties from her body, she began trembling with anticipation.


Kurama was enjoying the view of his hummingbird’s ass. He couldn’t wait to bury himself inside her but first he needed to teach her a lesson on property. He picked up the oversized ruler and raised it in the air, bringing it down hard against her ass. When she jerked up in shock and let out a strangled scream, he was forced to put his hand on the small of her back to keep her from moving. Kurama then brought the yardstick up again and smacked the tops of her thighs, thriving on her moans and half-hearted screams.


Aki didn’t know if she was in heaven or hell. Her master was smacking her bottom with a vengeance. She had never considered herself of masochist but the pain and pleasure combination was one of the sweetest tortures she had ever known. First came the initial pain, then the sting with the air in the room to cool it, all the while her master making sure not to hit the same spot twice. Aki didn’t know if she wanted to scream or cry or cum but she did know that she wanted her master.


Kurama watched as Aki bucked against his hand as his smacks became harder. The tops her thighs and her ass were turning a deep red. After hitting her a few more times, he dropped the yardstick and walked behind her. He released his throbbing cock with shaky hands and pulled her hips up. With one hard thrust, Kurama was inside of his hummingbird.


Aki was the verge of tears when her master finally claimed her. Her body was trembling with an unsatisfied need, while her hands had a death grip on the desk to keep from moving. When he began moving against her, the feel of his rough jeans against the abused flesh of her legs and the feel of his cock were almost her breaking point.


Kurama was thrusting into Aki at a brutal pace. Her knees were beating the side of the desk and her hips were coming up at the force of his thrust. Kurama was just too far-gone to care. His breathing was labored, as was hers. He could feel her juices coat the tops of his thighs and jeans. Her body was convulsing around him and when he could finally take no more, he came, thrusting into her a few more times, feeling her orgasm around his softening cock.


He rested on her shoulders for a moment to catch his breath. When Kurama pulled out of her, he groaned as her body clenched around him, trying to keep him inside. He stood up and fixed his clothes, watching as his hummingbird continued to tremble uncontrollably, her bottom still a deep red. “Are you okay, hummingbird?” he asked, pushing her hair away form her face.


Aki could barely hear her master over the blood pounding in her head. “I . . . yes, my master,” she muttered, her eyes closing.


Kurama smirked. He knew that she was probably exhausted but she had to work today. He smacked her bottom with his bare hand, causing her to jerk up. “Get up, hummingbird. Class is over, but you have to go to work.”


Aki dropped her eyes, silently berating herself, as she stood up and walked to the bathroom.


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Kurama stood outside of the local library, staring at nothing. After he had left Aki, he had gone home, skipping the rest of his classes for the day. He had been sleeping peacefully, dreaming of all the naughty things he could do to his little toy when his mother called, demanding he come and have dinner with them since he cancelled the last four he was supposed to attend. He had naturally accepted, knowing that he had been neglecting his duties as a son. And now three hours later found him standing outside of the local library, fighting the urge to beat his head against the wall because another male thought he was a girl and asked for a fuck. Oh, how Kurama loathed most of the human race.


Kurama closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall behind him, images of the past weeks popping into his mind. Since he began his agreement with Aki, he had been neglecting his mother, his friends, and hell, in some cases even his homework. The girl was better than he had ever thought that she could hope to be. Aki was his exact opposite and every way and he thrived on it. His hummingbird was small, gentle, and soft in most cases, taking whatever Kurama through her way, never saying a word against him.


He was blissfully unaware of everything when his cell phone brought him back to reality. He quickly pulled it out of his pocket. “What the hell is it?” he snapped, his boredom getting the best of him.


Yusuke held the phone away from his ear, grinning like a banshee. “Ah, did I interrupt one of your one nighters, Kurama?” he asked when it was finally safe to hold the phone against his ear.


Kurama rolled his eyes back. He needed new friends, some that didn’t think he was a fucking pervert. “What is it Yusuke? My mother should be here any minute, so I really do not have time for small talk.”


Yusuke’s grin suddenly faded, his voice hard and serious. “There is a meeting tonight at Genkai’s.”


Kurama’s eyes narrowed. “Is it a demon, Yusuke?” he asked in a hushed voice, aware of the humans walking past him.


“No, actually I don’t know what the hell is going on. Botan said it had something to do with Koenma and asked if the team would meet at the temple later tonight,” Yusuke told him.


“I’ll be there,” he told him, promptly hanging up when he saw his mother walk out of the library. Kurama began walking over to her when he realized she wasn’t alone. Aki was standing next to his mother.


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Shiori looked at the young, sweet librarian standing behind the large desk. She had been trying for months to get her to come over for dinner. She was perfect for her darling son, Shuuichi, but the girl still refused to come. “Oh please, Aki-chan, it would mean so much to me. Why if you keep refusing, I’ll have to find another library to go to, since you don’t seem to like me,” Shiori threatened, almost wishing she were cruel enough to mean it.


Aki had to fight the urge to roll her eyes back at Shiori’s half-hearted threat. The woman was persistent and unrelenting when she had a goal. She came at least twice a week to the library just to torment her. She gave the older woman her biggest and brightest smile while checking out Shiori’s newest books. “I’m so terribly sorry, Shiori-san,” she started, blushing lightly, “but I must decline yet again. I do not get off for another couple of hours and then I must go to work with Tai-chan in the morning.”


Shiori sighed and walked to the door, her books tucked in her purse. She smiled at the younger girl and waved. “Well, I guess I’ll see you next week to do try all over again.”


Aki smiled and waved back. “Yes, enjoy your books,” and with that Shiori was gone.


Aki leaned over her desk, holding back her sudden need to scream. One of her co-workers walked behind her and tilted the desk slightly. She yelped and spun around to face the laughing assailant who tried to kill her.


Kiki, the computer designs major, laughed as Aki glared at her. “Get your head out of your ass girl,” she told her, sitting down in Aki’s chair.


Aki’s frown deepened. “Be quiet, you are in a library you know. Can you not read the sign you made?”


Kiki’s eyes widened at Aki’s statement. While it wasn’t the cruelest thing she had ever heard, it was one of the rudest things she had ever heard Aki say to anyone. Kiki had seen a group of boys trip Aki and watched as Aki apologized for getting in the way of their feet. She smirked suddenly. ‘So the girl does have some balls,’ she thought. “Anyways, Shiori left pretty quick today, didn’t she?” she asked, leaning back.


Aki began straightening the desk up and cataloging books as she answered. “Yes, actually, she did. I was quite surprised.
"There were no fake tears or whining today,” she told Kiki, her eyebrows narrowing slightly. In the last months that Aki had known Shiori, the older woman had never given in that easy. She could help but wonder if the Shiori actually might not come back.


Kiki wanted to laugh at Aki’s suddenly pensive face and eyes. The girl was just to damn innocent and predictable. She turned to the computer to check her website when she saw a library card sitting next to the keyboard. Kiki picked it up and turned back to Aki. “No wonder she gave up so quickly. The old woman got you,” she told Aki, holding the card in front of her face.


Aki’s eyes widen as she read the name MENAMINO-TAKANOKA SHIORI. “What a sneaky and under handed way to get what you want and she is not an old woman,” she said, taking the card from Kiki.


Kiki laughed and turned back to her computer. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. She is a crafty witch. You take the rest of the day off and go return that to her.”


“What! Why me, why can’t you go,” Aki demanded.
Kiki smirked. “Because, I have to update the website and besides I owe you for last week.”


Aki turned and walked to the back room where she keep her stuff, knowing that there was no way she was going to get out of this. Her master was going to kill her.


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Kurama watched his mother carefully as they prepared dinner that evening together. She had a wicked gilt in her eye and that had always meant trouble in the past.


Shiori smiled, wondering what she had done to ever get so lucky. She had a wonderful son and actually had the house to herself for the week because her husband and stepson went to visit his departed wife’s family and now she had pulled off the perfect matchmaking scheme. Her son and Aki would met and date for a year, fall in love, just to make sure, get married in a beautiful garden, roses probably or maybe even lilies, and then they would have successful careers and two, maybe three (she hasn’t decided yet), children and a cute family puppy. They would both live happy and carefree lives and retire and move to a warm climate after her grandchildren were well on their way to a successful life as well. Shiori sighed happily at her perfect foul-proof plan.


Kurama was about to question his precious mother when the doorbell rang. He frowned as Shiori shooed him out of the kitchen to answer the door. When he finally got there he plastered a Shuuichi smile on his face and opened the door, only to see his hummingbird standing there with a look of terror on her face.

Okay kitten, what do you think? Is it good? Should I give up writing all together? Let me know and review, Kittens. Until next time.

Kitty's Corner

blood illusions-thank you so much for reviewing, my little blood-sucking kitten. I am so glad I finally have someone else agrees with me. Kurama is so the BDSM type. He had such a controling personality, and he is very manipulating. My god, the guy never loses his cool. He is always calm and needs to have someone in his control. Thanks and I hope you like this chappie.

mihoshi-I am so sorry you do not like my story, but I hate to inform you, my stripped kitten, Kurama is not a sadist, he is a master. Huge difference but thank you so much for reading and I am so sorry that I am not a vanilla personality.

midnight wolf-thank you for reading, my black cat. I am glad you like it. And if you are reading my then I can call you whatever the hell I want to call you, my KITTEN. I am so not scared of your pretty little claws. Now shut up and mind your master, me, and read the next damn chapter.