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My father dominated my mother.
Choked her until her skin changed color while his dick plunged in and out of her.
He would pull her hair, make her scream, whimper, make her call him things. I watched the way he sodomized her one night, and touched myself to it. My eyes were intent on my father's cock, fucking my mother senseless. Her ass wrapped around him like a lascivious vice.
I came hard every time.
I was just a worm, but already knew how to masturbate. My older brother's friends made sure of it.
It never affected me.
My mother assured me several times that my father had done nothing wrong. She would cry, begging me not to say a word to anyone. I didn't, and I believed her. Fugaku had done nothing wrong.
And neither had I. It is not my fault that I get whatever I want.
"Naruto! Open this door! NOW!" The woman's voice grew louder by each impending second. It was difficult enough for me to concentrate on dressing Naruto back into his clothes, and wiping away all traces of my cum from his face.
I wasn't nervous, but my temper was certainly rising. I dislike when people shout around me, especially women. Their shrill, fricative voices cause me rage, caused me to do some of the things that I've done in the past. Though, a flower or a meaningless kiss had always been enough to keep their mouths shut.
I took Naruto in my arms, weightless, perfect, and placed him gently on his bed. I found myself already partially dressed, (since I hadn't the spare time to place my scarf and tie), and proceeded towards the buffeting door. I figured that the woman on the other side was the foster mother that Naruto had spoken about.
With the clearing of my throat, I unlocked the door, opening it. A frantic, wide-eyed woman greeted me a second after. I towered over her, as well. Not as deliciously as Naruto, but I knew that I had full control. I eyed her carefully, my face reformed, unmoved. The same pair of frightening green eyes that I had previously encountered in one of the living-room's picture frames stared back at me.
Sanguine bleached her hair, mismatched by the brown of her plucked eyebrows. She managed to immediately repulse me. Somehow.
She muttered something incoherently and quickly tore a cellphone from her purse, spinning on her heels to rush away from me. I immediately clasped unto her wrist, pulling her back; the assurance of my eyes piercing her wide, anxious ones.
In order to keep her from screaming out, I figured that it was time that I introduced myself.
I softened my eyes, loosening the grip I had on her wrist.
"Ma'am, please allow me to explain.." I must have managed some sort of smile because she began to calm down considerably, her eyes regaining a more natural size. She quickly tried to look behind me (likely to see if Naruto was inside), but my figure conveniently covered most of her vision.
Before she could open her cursed, dick-licking mouth, I patiently took out my wallet, showing her my Medical ID to gain her complete and utter trust.
It always worked. My intelligence, superiority, and unequivocal worth displaying proudly and blatantly on the imprint of a small card.
Her eyes read over the fine print, and I inwardly smirked.
Sasuke Uchiha. PhD Pediatric and Ophthalmologist.
Lead Doctor.
Rich. Powerful. Paramount.
Uchiha.
The woman looks back up at me in a different light. Her green eyes are humble,
apologetic for ever questioning me or my intentions. I already know that she is smitten. I am immaculate, physically sublime. I already know that she wants me to fuck her, to let her suck me off.
Because that's what they love to do. Every single one.
"D-doctor.." She gives a nervous laugh, her brows clasping in embarrassment. "I mean, Dr.
Uchiha, what-
" She recognizes my family name. My prestige. The unblemished lineage my parents left behind and bathed me in.
"Naruto is ill. Dehydrated. I found him unconscious right outside your door." My words are firm, unquestionable. I know more than she does. I know more than anyone.
Her eyes broaden in noticeable worry, and she opens her mouth to speak again. "Is he.. alright?"
"Bettering. He should be fine by tomorrow. He was in the early stages, he'll be just fine." I paused, looking directly into her eyes. I could already hear her bones melting from the inside. "I hope you don't mind.. Ms.?"
"Haruno! Sakura.. Haruno. It's such a pleasure, Doct-"
"Sasuke."
"Sasuke.."
She shook my hand. Her handshake was weak and submissive. There was no doubt in my mind that I could use her, mold her, however and
whenever I wanted.
She was the only obstacle keeping me from Naruto, after all. From that sweet child of eight. The object of my felicity, of my orgasms, and of my only meaning. For the cloying fraction of a second I remembered the way his throat had encased my dick, how he'd cried as I impaled him over and over against me. My thoughts caused me to painfully erect.
I couldn't wait to have him.
"I'm so terribly sorry about all of this.. It's just.. I'm constantly at work, paying bills, making sure he's alright and that he has everything he needs.. Sometimes I just-"
"It's fine, Ms. Haruno. I assure you."
I kissed her hand softly; slowly. Her eyes widened into an unachievable size, and I knew that her clit was swelling. Her lime eyes locked with mine, and she reddened. I knew that she wanted me inside.
Her lips coiled into some sort of chagrined smile as she giggled quietly to herself. I watched in utter silence, making sure I caught sight of every last detail of her reaction. I could not afford to miss a single cue. I knew then that one mistake would make another, and that if all of those errors polymerized, I may have potentially been taken far away from Naruto.
The thought depressed me severely. My mind writhed. The muscles from within my face tensed and froze. Even now I cannot completely breathe with that particular thought pressed against me.
When the woman offered me tea, I hardly heard her. My body automatically followed after her on its own accord, however.
My mind was screaming. For some reason or another, anxiety slowly began to overcome me. Anxiety that I knew nothing of. I was,
am, always in control;
always powerful,
always coercive.
But the mere thought of losing Naruto.. Those blue, magnificent, golden-lashed eyes.. That whiskered, plump complexion, that little ass, that mouth, that tongue..
Thinking then of how he might have looked when he got older excited me greatly. My dick twitched within my jeans at the mentally comprised picture that played itself out in my mind. I envisioned him tall and built. Broad shoulders, sun-kissed skin, toned legs.. all in the clad of his current mischievous smile that I was certain would never change.
Beautiful, soft, yet more..
carnal. Less innocent. Taller.
Strong.
I would have never allowed myself to be dominated in any way whatsoever, but the thought of Naruto, an older,
stronger Naruto, overwhelmed me. I wanted to die. I could feel pre-cum frantically soaking through the crotch of my pants.
"Sasuke?" The image of him slowly began to disperse from my field of vision, reality beginning the painful process of stealing away my only passion with every maddening ululation of the woman's irritating voice. "Sasuke..?"
I wanted to grab her by the throat. Choke her.
Kill her. Watch her eyes bloat out.
"Excuse me, Sakura," I finally say, shaking my head just a tad to regain some form of composure. "I have a slight migraine. I should head off now.."
I already know what she will say.
"W-wait..! I mean, perhaps.. Since I know you're a very busy man and all,
maybe.. You could possibly join Naruto and I for dinner tomorrow evening..? It's the least I could do for what you've done for us.." She reeks of nervousness. She fears my rejection. Fears what I might, or might not say. I get a sudden, delicious high off of it, and my unwavering confidence seeps into my every vein once again.
My eyes narrow, turning towards her, and I smile.
My charm is inescapable.
Snaring. My looks, my face, and my body.. Completely immaculate and desirable.
I had made up my mind then that I would fuck her.
Fuck her in order to get closer to Naruto.
I took hold of one of her hands as I stood, pulling her gently towards me, her breasts brushing against my chest ever so faintly. I took with me whatever breath she had left in her system the moment I leaned into her face, my words marking the side of her cheek as I began to whisper into her ear.
"I would enjoy that, Sakura."
She dissolved the moment I pulled away, her green eyes following my own in a lackadaisical, dreamlike state.
I wanted to cut her.
"Although.. I would like to check on Naruto one last time before I leave. Would that be alright?"
She nods quickly at me, a coquettish smile on her face as she lead me into the hall towards Naruto's room.
I couldn't wait to see him again.
I opened the door and told her to wait outside. She complied without question. The way it should be. The way it
is.
With everyone.
When I stepped inside, door closed behind me, Naruto was already awake. He'd been sitting up in his bed, plush toy in hand as his bright, blue eyes instantly lightened and sparkled at the mere sight of me.
My breath was taken. He had me. Had me completely.
"Sasuke-!" He attempted to say more, but quickly stopped mid-way, a scrunched expression on his face as his baby-blue eyes immediately winced in pain.
It hurt him to talk.
I smiled at the notion, approaching him. He still didn't seem one bit scared of me. I was relieved, but inwardly expectant. He had absolutely no reason to be fearful of me, after all. None at all.
I rested my hand on the plump of his marked cheek, leaning in towards him so that our lips almost feathered. A thin veil of pink began to encase his complexion, a hesitant, but visible smile gracing his fuckable face.
I was entirely enamored.
"Naruto.." I breathed, licking the shell of his ear. I felt him quietly shiver against me, blue eyes narrowing in response to my touch. It was so difficult holding myself back. The undying, unquenchable need to claim him, to have him.. Always pining, always there.
He nods shyly, adhering to his name.
"If you say absolutely anything about what happened today to
anyone.." My teeth found their place against his tiny neck, nipping gently as he tensed against my chest. "I will
never be your friend again."
Not even a second passed the moment I felt him desperately wrap himself around me, holding me tightly. His face lied buried in my neck, nodding vigorously against it. I smiled, embracing him in return.
"Good boy, Naruto."
My hands snaked down towards his ass as he held me, cupping each cheek decisively. They were soft, malleable,
demanding.
I knew I would have him the next day.
I knew that my dick would finally butcher at his insides, sliding in and out of his wet little asshole, forcing him to gag and to scream. Just like he wanted it.
He craved it, and that was fine.
I wanted it, and that was the custom. So it was, and so it always will be.
Whatever I want, I
always get.
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