Puppet Princess

This is what she hated the most, him staring at her as she ate. It was always hard to make out his expression across the candle lit table. To the puppet master, dinner was a formal occasion; Sakura was always dressed in an exquisite black evening gown, displaying all of her natural assets. The Akatsuki nin showered her gifts of affection like diamond necklace that rested above her breasts. Her hair pulled into a complicated bun with an emerald butterfly clip. No detail left unnoticed, Sasori made her wear black lacey gloves which were very impractical for eating. This was one of the few times he let her out of the bedroom and Sakura took the opportunity to enjoy every minute.

Sasori savored every moment of the scene in front of him. She was desperately trying to avoid his gaze by focusing on her dinner plate. Her eyes tried to hold a stubborn and cold look, but one look from him caused her to fidget uncomfortably. The way of she licked her lips as she finished her noodles, was starting a reaction in his lower portion. His princess was slowly discovering her seductress within; Sasori gracefully lifted his wine glass and offering a slight toast. Tonight would be the night that he claimed ever inch of her.

The young captive didn’t like the look in the puppeteer’s eyes, her nerves rising Sakura polished off another glass of red wine. Never much of drinker, the alcohol already making her feels a little light-headed, and she carelessly clutched the table for stability. The puppet master left his chair and headed towards the opposite end of the table as Sakura swayed in her seat.

“That’s enough, my princess,” spoke Sasori in a stern tone, “It’s time for you to sleep.” He gently picked his lover up, careful not to wrinkle her outfit. Sakura struggled not ready to return to that room, “I’m not done eating, put me down!” Her small fists banged against Sasori’s chest and tears starting again.

It wasn’t surprising that Sasori carried her, he never allowed her to the simplest things on her own. He treated her like a fragile doll more than anything else. It was ironic in Sakura’s eyes for an S class murderer to be so openly affectionate. When they reached the darken bedroom, Sakura noticed the room was covered in a sea of candles. Sasori released his hold close to the foot of the bed. Sakura looked vaguely at the tidy bed, waiting for her captor to undress her. She didn’t even flinch when Sasori loving nibbled at her earlobe as he unzipped her dress. The missing nin spun his young lover around to watch as he removed the pins holding her hair up.

His princess looked more captivating, left in her red lingerie and white thigh stockings. Her free flowing hair shifting with each sinful touch and her plump lips pouting at the lack of attention shown. Sasori lifted Sakura onto the bed and gentle put the sheets over her delicate body.

“Rest, princess,” as he kissed her on the forehead. Sakura figured that the alcohol she consumed earlier kept Sasori at bay. Not complaining she curl up in her ultra comfy bed and escaped her living nightmare.

Noticing his lover was fast asleep. Sasori moved to his desk to get some work done. The girl was an enormous distracting, but he could care less. As he shuffled through the papers, small moans could be heard for bed, which heighten his throbbing member. It wasn’t his intention to get the kunoichi drunk, but amusing nevertheless. With work the last thing on his mind, Sasori turned his full attention to the petite girl occupying his bed. Sakura had become tangled in the sheets, giving the missing nin a clear look at her creamy tone legs. Unable to contain himself any longer, Sasori discarded the majority of his clothing to join his princess in bed.

He simply loved the view; Sakura’s modesty was slowing leaving her. The pink hair princess laid openly exposed nothing much to protect her but a thin piece of material. Sasori reached out and began stroking her backside. The moaning coming from her unconscious form was hardening him further.

Sakura drowsily opened her eyes and felt Sasori’s tongue circling her shoulder blade. She hoped he wasn’t marking her again. The experienced medic spent most of her mornings removing all the reminders of this immoral encounter. But at the bed dipped closer to her, Sakura somehow knew tonight was different than usual. Most nights, Sasori would drive her to the brink of insanity without entering her and in return Sakura relieved his primal needs. She tried to hold in a chuckle, for a girl who was shelter about aspects of sex; Sasori was grooming her to be a damn good sex doll.

It took everything in her not to tense up and struggle. "Good girl, nice and relax,” smirked Sasori. "I always enjoy the view." His palm smoothed over where her barely clothed bottom was peeking out from the sheets. Sakura bit her bottom lip, the puppet master always knew what to say to turn her several shades reds. Sakura trembled slightly as Sasori’s fingertips traced the outline of her panty line. She clutched her pillow for support as her soft skin became overly sensitive.

A moment later Sasori flipped Sakura onto her backside and impulsively ripped Sakura’s undergarments. He took his two fingers and quickly plunged into her pussy. “You’re incredible, already soaked, Sakura!” The young kunoichi whimpered in embarrassment and her cheeks were flushed. “"I love the way you blush." Sasori chuckled, as he hit a particular deep spot, causing her to mold more into his body. “Please, Sasori-sama more,” begged Sakura as she dug her nails into the puppet’s arms. Lost in her own lust, Sakura didn’t notice Sasori remove his boxers. Akatsuki rubbed his lover’s pussy with his cock preparing her for what’s to come. Not wanting to scare his princess, Sasori gently pumped the head slowly stretching the small opening to accommodate his girth.

He took the moment to look his princess in the eyes. Her body was tensing up and a look of concern plastered her flush face, “This is going to hurt.”

Sakura took a deep breathe, ready for what was about to happen. Sasori leaned forward for a deep kiss, and rammed his entire length into her innocent body.

Sakura screamed as his massive cock tore in her untouched core. Sasori kissed Sakura softly and waited for her to become accustom to his member. Sakura broke a sweat and tears streamed from the corner of her eyes.

“My, my you’re so tight,” murmured Sasori noticing her slight discomfort. “I won’t move until you’re ready.”

Sakura was caught between pleasure and pain. It hurt so much, on the other hand the moans coming from her mouth told a different story.

She gulped, nodded, resting her hands against his chest. Slowly Sasori stroked his lover’s clit. Sakura rubbed his chest slowly, lingering on his nipples. His eyelids fluttered and his cock pulsed in her as the missing nin groaned. He lowered himself to Sakura, grinding gently, the base of his thick cock doing what his fingers had done previously.

Sakura stroked his back as the mismatch couple laid together, kissing. The pain slowly subsided, became bearable, and all that was left was good, so good. Sakura groaned, softly, and his intense darken eyes, looking into hers, knew that it had changed. He began to rock his hips slowly. He kissed his captive harder, sucking at her tongue, and she returned the kiss back with equal fervor. Sasori began a subtle rotation of his hips, earning louder moans into the puppeteer’s mouth.

"You’re beautiful," he gritted again. "God you feel so fucking good." Sakura was so excited; she had ever felt so wanted in her life.

Sasori repositioned himself up onto his forearms, knees spreading between her legs creating a wider opening. Sakura whimper, "Harder, Sasori-sama."

The missing nin eased himself in slowly, letting each inch fill his princess, then withdrew and did it again. Each time he pulled more of himself out and pushed back in faster, harder. Then Sasori pulled Sakura’s knees up over his elbows and kissed his aroused lover again. Once he had her wrapped into a little ball, he began fucking the inexperienced kunoichi slowly again, grinding deep with each stroke. He moved faster and faster, harder, deeper, building till he was roughly ramming into Sakura’s cunt. Sakura’s eyes were fixated at the spot where they were joined, listening to groans her master was making. Each thrust was building that familiar ball at the pit of her stomach.

"Scream my name, princess," Sasori whispered, pounding harder and deeper.

All to happy to obligate her captor, "Sasori-sama, I’m cumming!" The pink captive screamed as he slammed into her increasing sore slit, coming again on his huge cock, Sakura’s pussy rippling with the force of it, making it tighter fit.
The puppet master gritted, then slammed once more, the hardest one, grinding deep and Sakura felt his cock jump and spew his juices as the couple shook together in a massive orgasm.

Sweat and scent of sex circulated the room as Sakura hungrily kissed her captor as she came hard. The kisses slowly got mellower, easier as his cock softened inside. His member stretched her less, but the wonderful sensation still lingered insider her.

Breathless Sakura wrapped her arms around Sasori’s chiseled chest as rested her head. "You were amazing, my sweet princess," replied Sasori smirking.