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I Belong To You
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Naruto › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
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Category:
Naruto › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,007
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Draft
A/N: since i really love the idea of Kakashi being a hard-core Dom i decided to add this...who knows, this one might get away from me if i keep getting these nasty ideas. to my readers who enjoyed 'I Belong to You' please enjoy this offering of thanks :)
The Draft
‘It’s really drafty in here’ She mused as she waited for his return. ‘Maybe with some weather stripping and some new windows it wouldn’t get so chilly
She was lost in her thoughts, which given her situation didn’t really make sense. Even she could see that when one is bound hand and foot to a post in the nude, it wasn’t the time to make remodeling plans. Of course, she didn’t really have much else to do at the moment, other than wait and shiver at the icy draft that occasionally nipped at her bare buttocks. The worn wood of the post rested nicely between her breasts, and if she angled herself just right she could even brush her clit against her inanimate captor. Not that she was trying to. She had learned long ago not to try and sneak pleasure without his permission. One week of unending torment with no orgasm in sight had straightened her right out on that rule.
She tried rubbing her sore shoulders with her chin. A lost cause, to be sure. Her arms were pinned high above her head, her body pulled taut like a bowstring waiting to be plucked. She was quite certain this was his intent, to make her wait, alone with her thoughts. Had it been hours or mere minutes since he bound her here? She couldn’t be sure of anything except that he would return.
Oh yes, he would come back and he would make his presence known with the sting of the crop or perhaps just his calloused palm across her bottom. Letting her know he was there, that he wanted her. She wanted him. Oh yes, she craved him like Naruto craved ramen, like Sasuke craved power. She was his and she was always ready to do what he asked of her. She had been so hesitant at first, so unsure of herself. Her heart yearned to please him but her mind questioned that desire. He had broken through her walls one by one. Defeated her fears and limits with four simple words, words she heard over and over as they explored this new dimension of their relationship.
“Do you trust me?”
Over and again she replied ‘Yes’ until he didn’t need to ask anymore, until she didn’t need the validation those three little letters brought her. She was safe with him, no matter how rough he became she never had need to truly fear him. He was her protector, her confidant in the dark world of twisted pleasures and above all her Master. She needed him more than ever before. His grasp on her had been cemented that sweltering summer day and since then it had only solidified into an unbreakable bond. One she would rather die than give up.
The draft struck her back again, setting her body into a shudder. It had been stronger that time, the wind must be picking up. She rested her head against the post, closing her eyes she stepped into the world of dozing. Time passes quickly there, not quite asleep nor awake. Visions and half-dreams fluttering before her minds eye.
A touch of something between her nether cheeks made her jerk her head up. She could hear him breathing now, he had come back. The gentle prodding of her rosebud fully awoke her and though fear momentarily gripped her at the intrusive touch, she forced her body to relax. His hand wound into her hair, his grip tight and full of command. She sighed softly when the prodding became more forceful, demanding entrance to her most secret of places. Her breath caught in her throat as the object broke through her weak barrier and slid slowly into her ass, the muscles burning at the violation. Gritting her teeth she again reminded herself to relax, to welcome his cock into her body. She knew that with time, the pain would fade and the deep throb of pleasure would over take her, if given the chance. His mouth found her neck, suckling and licking the sensitive spots, bringing a small rush of fluid down onto her thighs.
His thrusts were gaining strength and speed, his hands now clutching her hips in an iron grasp. His intensity never faltered, each stroke sure and unyielding, she twisted in vain against her bonds. She cried out to him, begging for release in the only way she could
“Master Please!”
His words were a mere growl into her ear. the one word she needed to hear in that moment, spoken in a low almost guttural tone.
“Cum…”
As the orgasm ripped through her body she felt him jerk inside of her, His own release flooding her with his seed. His body lay against hers holding her fast in his arms, their breathing harsh and ragged. He regained his composure and withdrew his now flaccid member. He gently lifted her chin and kissed her lips, letting her know that he loved her and all she offered him. As he unbound her from the post she looked into his eyes and smiled.
“Master Kakashi, you certainly know how to give a wake up call” Sakuras face gave a light flush as he gave her an appraising stare.
“I told you ,you would learn to love anal sex. Was I wrong?” his own mouth perking in a grin.
“you were right, as always, Master. I guess I was wrong, yet again” Sakura bit her lip as she admitted it, her pride thrown away like an out-dated fashion. She leaned towards him and kissed him sweetly. “of course, that doesn’t mean I want it all the time”
His face was impassive as he leaned in close to her ear and whispered “oh, but I do”
The Draft
‘It’s really drafty in here’ She mused as she waited for his return. ‘Maybe with some weather stripping and some new windows it wouldn’t get so chilly
She was lost in her thoughts, which given her situation didn’t really make sense. Even she could see that when one is bound hand and foot to a post in the nude, it wasn’t the time to make remodeling plans. Of course, she didn’t really have much else to do at the moment, other than wait and shiver at the icy draft that occasionally nipped at her bare buttocks. The worn wood of the post rested nicely between her breasts, and if she angled herself just right she could even brush her clit against her inanimate captor. Not that she was trying to. She had learned long ago not to try and sneak pleasure without his permission. One week of unending torment with no orgasm in sight had straightened her right out on that rule.
She tried rubbing her sore shoulders with her chin. A lost cause, to be sure. Her arms were pinned high above her head, her body pulled taut like a bowstring waiting to be plucked. She was quite certain this was his intent, to make her wait, alone with her thoughts. Had it been hours or mere minutes since he bound her here? She couldn’t be sure of anything except that he would return.
Oh yes, he would come back and he would make his presence known with the sting of the crop or perhaps just his calloused palm across her bottom. Letting her know he was there, that he wanted her. She wanted him. Oh yes, she craved him like Naruto craved ramen, like Sasuke craved power. She was his and she was always ready to do what he asked of her. She had been so hesitant at first, so unsure of herself. Her heart yearned to please him but her mind questioned that desire. He had broken through her walls one by one. Defeated her fears and limits with four simple words, words she heard over and over as they explored this new dimension of their relationship.
“Do you trust me?”
Over and again she replied ‘Yes’ until he didn’t need to ask anymore, until she didn’t need the validation those three little letters brought her. She was safe with him, no matter how rough he became she never had need to truly fear him. He was her protector, her confidant in the dark world of twisted pleasures and above all her Master. She needed him more than ever before. His grasp on her had been cemented that sweltering summer day and since then it had only solidified into an unbreakable bond. One she would rather die than give up.
The draft struck her back again, setting her body into a shudder. It had been stronger that time, the wind must be picking up. She rested her head against the post, closing her eyes she stepped into the world of dozing. Time passes quickly there, not quite asleep nor awake. Visions and half-dreams fluttering before her minds eye.
A touch of something between her nether cheeks made her jerk her head up. She could hear him breathing now, he had come back. The gentle prodding of her rosebud fully awoke her and though fear momentarily gripped her at the intrusive touch, she forced her body to relax. His hand wound into her hair, his grip tight and full of command. She sighed softly when the prodding became more forceful, demanding entrance to her most secret of places. Her breath caught in her throat as the object broke through her weak barrier and slid slowly into her ass, the muscles burning at the violation. Gritting her teeth she again reminded herself to relax, to welcome his cock into her body. She knew that with time, the pain would fade and the deep throb of pleasure would over take her, if given the chance. His mouth found her neck, suckling and licking the sensitive spots, bringing a small rush of fluid down onto her thighs.
His thrusts were gaining strength and speed, his hands now clutching her hips in an iron grasp. His intensity never faltered, each stroke sure and unyielding, she twisted in vain against her bonds. She cried out to him, begging for release in the only way she could
“Master Please!”
His words were a mere growl into her ear. the one word she needed to hear in that moment, spoken in a low almost guttural tone.
“Cum…”
As the orgasm ripped through her body she felt him jerk inside of her, His own release flooding her with his seed. His body lay against hers holding her fast in his arms, their breathing harsh and ragged. He regained his composure and withdrew his now flaccid member. He gently lifted her chin and kissed her lips, letting her know that he loved her and all she offered him. As he unbound her from the post she looked into his eyes and smiled.
“Master Kakashi, you certainly know how to give a wake up call” Sakuras face gave a light flush as he gave her an appraising stare.
“I told you ,you would learn to love anal sex. Was I wrong?” his own mouth perking in a grin.
“you were right, as always, Master. I guess I was wrong, yet again” Sakura bit her lip as she admitted it, her pride thrown away like an out-dated fashion. She leaned towards him and kissed him sweetly. “of course, that doesn’t mean I want it all the time”
His face was impassive as he leaned in close to her ear and whispered “oh, but I do”