Stricken

Chapter Two

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Sakura couldn’t phantom how he did it but they landed on his bed with his body lodged perfectly between her thighs.

“Kakashi-sensei….” She started off nervously.


“Mmm.” He replied his lips paying ardent attention to her neck and his hand sliding under her top only to discover that her bra felt like it was something that should be gazed upon.

Kakashi pulled back and looked at down at Sakura who stared up at him her eyes darting around the room wildly.


“Do I make you nervous Sa-ku-ra?”


Sakura, realizing that she was moving into to full fledged panic mode, took a deep and steadying breath. This shouldn’t be hard. It wasn’t like she was a virgin and she had several seduction missions under her belt. So why was this so hard? What happened to that wild desire she had moments ago to run her hands over her sensei’s body?


“No. I’m not nervous.” Sakura replied once she had managed to pull herself together a little.


“Liar.” Kakashi replied then hooked his index finger into the black shorts that covered the treasure he was seeking. He slid her shorts slowly down her legs loving the feel of her muscular thighs. Yes, he was removing them slowly and his cock was tortured by his deliberate teasing.

He found himself distracted by the rapid rise and fall of Sakura’s chest and suddenly he remembered that he had been curious about the undergarments that the young kunoichi wore.


“Do your bra and panties match Sakura?”


He asked drawing her attention that had been focused on his body back to his eye unaware that the for Sakura the sight of his body made things low in her body clench hard with desire.

“I find underwear itself sexy but if they match then that’s--“ Kakashi's eye darkened with lust. He couldn’t wait for an answer. Why wait when he could discover his answers on his own?

He removed her shirt in one swift movement tossing it to the side to find the answer to his question.


The right answer.

A lacy, red bra and matching sexy red panties.


The sight stirred a growl low in his throat.


Her breasts were small but he wasn’t disappointed. They were firm and aching for his attention. Plus, more than a mouthful was a waste anyway.

His hands reached out and lightly caressed the small mounds. Sakura tossed her head back and forth. Her back arched into his touch.

“Moan for me Sakura. Let me hear your pleasure.”


But she only shook her head in reply.


“If you won’t moan for me willingly…I’ll make you moan Sa-ku-ra.”


His hands reached around her back freeing her breasts and removing the bit of lace from his field of view.

Her nipples stood tall waiting to be tasted and teased…by him.


So Kakashi gave in to temptation and took one rose colored nipple into his mouth and suckled it lightly at first but when he heard the husky moan from his bedmate he attacked the nipple with more fervor.

Sakura wrapped her arm around his neck intertwining her fingers into his hair, holding him to her breast not willing to let him stop his sweet torture. But he managed to pull away from her somehow anyway. His onyx eye gazed down at her.

Yes, just one eye. Even fully in the nude he still continued to wear his forehead protector over his Sharingan. And it was sexy.

Sakura made a move to pull him back to her, but he shook his head intend upon making his demands known.


“Louder, Sakura. Moan Louder.” Kakashi demanded then lowered his body until his head was between her creamy thighs.

A smile graced his lips at the sight of her ready and waiting for him. He moved swiftly grabbing a pillow then slid a hand under her smooth bottom and placing the pillow under her.

At her questioning gaze he replied, “So I can see you better.” A blush stained her cheeks eliciting a chuckle from him.

“Does it embarrass you that I want to see you Sakura? That I want to touch you?” Kakashi ran a single digit lightly up and down between the folds of her womanhood. “That I want to see you writhing under my touch? Or do you like it? Do you like the thought of me buried deep inside your body?”


“Kakashi…” Sakura called out shifting her hips restlessly.


“Do you like the thought of me tasting all this sweetness?”


Kakashi withdrew his finger that had never stop it’s ministrations on her body and brought it to his lips. He closed his eyes savoring the taste of cherry blossom in his grasp.

“Kakashi please…”


“Please? Are you begging me?” At her nod Kakashi continued to question his former pupil. “What are you begging me to do? What is it that you want of me?”

A dark, teasing note entered his voice and Sakura felt like she was going insane with all the emotions passing through her body. Her lips parted to speak the words she never thought she’d say to Kakashi of all people:


“Make the ache go away.”


“I can do that but I will make it much worse before I make it better.”


And with those words Kakashi finally, finally brought his lips to her nether ones. His tongue ran up and down her opening taunting her viciously for what seemed like eternity. And when he was ready he delved deep inside of her.

In and out in a leisurely manner that wasn’t enough.


Not nearly enough.


Sakura strained her body trying desperately to get him to quicken his pace, but with little success. He seemed determined to prolong her pleasure/torture for as long as he possibly could.

His left hand rose and found it’s way to her pearl of pleasure stroking it slowly at first, and then faster his tongue mimicking the motion of his hand.

A tormented scream erupted from the impassioned kunoichi at actions of her former teacher.


“Oh, God.” Sakura cried out only to have Kakashi cease his actions.


“My name is Kakashi. Use it.”


Sakura had no chance to reply because she was quickly thrown back in to a whirlwind of sensation.


She could feel herself reaching the peak of her desire and she called out her teacher's name wildly her muscles contracting around his oral organ. Her nails dug deeply into his shoulders drawing a bit of blood, but she was too enraptured to take note of her actions.

She expected him to pull away as wave after wave of pleasure descended upon her, but he continued his dance extending her climax longer than it would have continued otherwise.

Then, all of a sudden, all motion from her bedmate ceased. His head dropped and inadvertently Sakura ground her hips into his face wanting more.


But she received no reply at her unspoken demand.

Sakura lay in his bed a moment flustered and bewildered.


“Kakashi?” She inquired but received no reply.


“Kakashi!”

****

Tenten sat outside the Hokage tower with her head in between her knees breathing deeply trying to keep herself from hyperventilating. A hand was placed on her shoulder.


“Tenten, are you okay?”


Tenten raised her head and looked at the person who stared down at her concerned.


“No!” She wailed. The older woman sat down at Tenten side.


“Look.” Kurenai began. “This is not going to be an easy thing for any of us but--”


“You don’t understand. Do you know who I’m on a team with? Do you know? " Tenten dug her fingers into her hair making her look even more frazzled than she already was. "Rock Lee and Gai Might. Do you know the nightmares I’m going to have after this? Can you imagine them as your lovers?”

Kurenai shivered involuntarily but quickly gained her composure in order to comfort the younger kunoichi.


“You always have Neji.”


Tenten snorted. “What good is that going to do me? Huh? Neji has the libido of a rock. I am so screwed.”


Kurenai bit back a chuckle at the unintended pun.


“It will all work out in the end Tenten. Who knows? Maybe the Hokage will find a cure before the disease even reaches Gai and Lee.”

Tenten looked up at Kurenai with hopeful brown eyes.

“You think?”

“It is a possibility. Don’t dwell on the negative. As ninja we can’t afford to do that.”

Tenten nodded. “You’re right. Thanks Kurenai.”


“You’re welcome.”


Kurenai watched as she walked away and suddenly found herself lost in her own problems.


Where did this leave her and Asuma? She knew that she was honor bound to help her students if need be but what about her lover? Would he come to her if he needed relief or would he go to his student?

She didn’t like thinking about it.


But thinking about it was all she could do.