Chains

                                                          C          H          A         I         N         S

Everything about this is bathed in fire. The way his lips blow warmth against the hollow of my neck, the way he seers red petals against my skin. I’m lost in the infinite haze that keeps me tethered to him while he goes about ravishing me. What am I doing? I’ve never known love, I deliberately steered away from it to focus on my career. I never was the pretty one, or popular choice against the stack of my amazingly beautiful friends. I worked hard to get to where I am. So why is this man even paying attention to me? Because I’m being forced to be here?

None of that matters like unsettled dust in my head it dissipates and I am physically tethered here by his attentive mouth and hands. I feel so small against him. When his mouth isn’t smothering against mine he’s finding unexplored spots on my body. Some bites are harsh, some soft, but both I fear are trying to end in the same result. When I reward him with a slight groan I can feel his lips play into a smirk against my skin and he tests the spot again and again drawing out more noises from me. Noises I never thought I was capable of making.

The cartilage in my nose was sore and aching and yet I craved more from his sinful lips. I ran my fingers through the soft fanning of his hair surprised at just how silky it really was. I assumed her was the type to use gel to tame the cowlicks that sprouted in odd spiked patches but yet it fit him and I couldn’t imagine him with a different style.

He has a sensuous taste to his skin. I never would have imagined sweat to be something I’d be attracted to since I myself hated every time I did so in the operating rooms. Yet I embraced it and enjoyed the salty taste against my tongue.  I really needed to stop doing this...comparing him to my terribly boring experiences outside this, but it was new and confusing and I took comfort in these thoughts. Like—-how I’ve touched my fair share of male bodies living and dead but never tentatively like this.

I took a moment to explore this newfound sensation. I found that when he flexed the wings of his shoulder blades moved and I oddly found that to be a turn on for me. I liked the shape of his bones. God Sakura, now you really do sound like a freak. But I did...I liked the way his biceps were like shields for the strong bones beneath and that this annoyingly attractive man was putting all his efforts into making me feel—-good.

Not good like—I went on a shopping spree or had a me day. This was on a totally different level than all that. And it certainly blew them out of the water. I crave the way he hungrily looks at me with half lidded eyes, the way he steals those little moments behind his brothers back to look over his shoulder to me. The way his tongue curves around my name in a sensual tone that he never uses for anything else.

Just like the way he’s using it right now to nibble at the sensitive nerves wishing my ear. He nibbles my lobe prompting an airy moan on my part which I really tried to stifle. I really do hate that he’s getting all these privately intimate gestures out of me. But like I said I was lost in this plume of erotic copulation.

His large palms smooth over the flat of my stomach heading straight for the things I guard the most and are self conscious of. I instinctively wrap my arms around my chest pushing my small mounds together in an effort to cut him off before he can realize just how lacking I am in that department.

He pauses his ministrations to look at me with furrowed brows. He looks a lot younger when he does that...its almost...no, don’t say cute. Because let’s just call this what it is. I’m being selfish and enjoying the attention that’s always lacking in my life. I can only survive on my relationships for so long before the loneliness steeps its way back into my private and quiet moments.

“Don’t.” Is he seriously playing the power trip guard again? Really?! I’m about to open my mouth and scold him when I read his expression this time and there’s sincerity in his face and voice, not seniority for me to comply.

Slowly my tight grip loosens, but I don’t let my arms fall away completely. I don’t think I can do that on my own. His long fingers touch against my forearms disarming me and for another annoyingly judgmental thought I think he’s just using his lizard male perverted pig brain to gape at what most men do want to look at. My bare boobs. And yet—-he’s looking directly into my eyes. He isn’t rolling up my shirt in his warm palms wake.

I don’t really have anything to look at but—-he’s making this feel terribly personal with the way he’s keeping his eyes solely directed onto mine and feeling the shape of them rather than gawking like most of the men I knew did. I shiver when the gruff balls of his fingers roll over the sensitive beads of my nipples. I take in a sharp breath sealing it inside my lungs for a few beats. His eyes travel to my parted lips and his thumbs backtrack to the same spots.

I heave my chest up into his to hide my breasts away from his prying hands. This is way too embarrassing, even for me. I know this is what men and women do. I know it complicates things. But this is my first time, and I haven’t exactly had experience in the affairs of the heart. Does he really like my expressions this much that he’s willing to make me feel embarrassed about them? Well—-I haven’t exactly told him this but...

With a free hand he pushes my levitating midsection back onto the mattress and I comply in silent resignation. He abandons my chest to span a gentle thumb over my cheek and I can feel his fingers tickling against my ear threading through my hair and massaging against my scalp. I hum in response.

He brings his body closer hovering over me but not resting the heavy weight that I feel would crush me. This kiss is more intimate. The flame is at a dull roar and I want us to get back to where we were minutes ago. I want to go into this blindly without slowing and having the chance to overthink things like I usually tend to do.

I set the pace, I bite and lick at his tongue and we part out lips with a glistening spit trail that falls between us. His tiers touch down against my stomach making me giggle a little. He briefly lifts his eyes and the severity in them quiets me while I blush and gradually turn back into a woman instead of a child. I suppress anymore childish outbursts of giggle fits and squirm beneath his grasp as he places volcanic kisses to my inner thighs. Once again my face resigns to a red tinge and my knees are the next thing to want to lock together.

I have to force myself to keep from instinctively doing so. I showered but I still don’t want him to even get the idea that going down on me is an option. I’m not quite ready to have someone taste me. I imagine my flavor is probably rotten garbage. I remember Ino telling me that when Shikamaru and her were dating at the time in high school he ate her out after a high school dance and he remarked that she was bittersweet.

I’m just rearing myself into further turmoil. This is not the time to be thinking about those things!!!

I sit up quickly yanking his chin up so his attention is on me. He looks at me confused but crawls back to my upper half. I’d gladly let him fondle my breasts than go down on me right now.

Apparently it doesn’t take much to get him hard because I can feel the tight bulge in his pants pressing against my stomach. I didn’t realize either until just right now that I even effected him this much. Just knowing that is enough to make my clothes feel suddenly too tight against my own skin. I’ve never had sex but I do know that I want him. And I want him inside me, my walls are pulsing, my clit keeps getting sharp signals whenever he does those sexy grunts that I found when I pressed my own teeth against his throat, and my panties are slick with need.

I roll up his shirt, he helps by guiding the hem up and takes over by pulling them free from his broad body. I flush looking him over subjecting him as an object the way I thought he was going to do seconds ago with my breasts. I reprimand myself and find it only fair to allow him to see me just as naked as he is. I brace myself this time knowing I’m inviting him to gawk at my bare body as I slip off the thin veil of clothing I had on in the first place.

As expected, he captures this moment into his memory and lingers longer than I’d like but I finally pull his attention back to my face when I let out an impatient pouty noise.

I touch the solidified ripples of his skin. I feel every mountain, peak, and valley that makes up the man known as Sasuke. I enjoy the sharpness of his hipbones against my palms, the way his skin hardens upon his pecks yet gradually smooths and then bumps against his abdomen. I feel the creases next to his hip bones and travel the tips of my fingers down the curving slope of his back. I hum as he distracts me with his mouth while freeing his bondage and tossing his pants somewhere in the corner of the room.

I can feel it now. It’s hot, throbbing, and the veins pulsate with warm blood making his cock stand to attention. All this is the result of...me. I never in a million years thought I, me, Sakura, could provoke this from a man. That they would want me this much that they literally made a flaccid organ erect and wanting. I felt power in knowing this. I felt odd instinctual womanly raw pride in knowing I turned somebody on this terribly. My cunt clenches, and my clit sends a ripple of electricity to the butterflies in my stomach.

I want to feel it...as I reach down to touch it I’m taken aback by the sharp intake of his breath. Do I really have this much control over someone who literally was forcing me to be controlled? He hisses through his teeth as I gingerly touch the warm member feeling the entire length and fondling the base. He grunts and gives a small sexy tch while his teeth ground together and his jaw clenches. I feel the veins pulsating, the heat of it all. I think back to my sophomore years in school when us girls were developing and the boys started trying to visualize what it would be like to touch boobs.

I remember Naruto comparing them to being like sandbags. Choji said maybe they were more soft like ripe melons. Shikamaru naturally, having already had his own experience boasted that there is nothing that can compare in shape, weight, or softness. They just are. And the same is true for the male genitalia. It’s hard to describe to myself what the feel of his balls against my palm feel like, but I like it and I know they’re just as sensitive as his dick so I give a gentle squeeze prompting another almost elbow buckling response.

“Sakura.” This time I can tell just by the tone in his voice that its meant to be a warning. His eyes flicker a dangerous shade of slate gray and I watch as the jewels in his eyes shutter as he grounds through his teeth gruff words. “Doctor or not, I’m not here to be examined. I’m here to fuck you senseless. Apparently I’m not doing a good job of the senseless part.” Without any more warning he’s disappearing from view and once again I’m left bewildered as he spreads my legs. I was wet, he can go in he has the green light to do so!

His wet tongue overlaps my own stickiness and feels a thousand times better than my own natural lubrication. I let out a startled cry as he laps it around my folds drawing nearer to the entrance of my pussy. My fingers twist tightly into the sheets and I’m grateful he hooked my legs over his shoulders because while he’s licking the sensitive petals of my outer labia I’m curling my toes and bracing the back of my legs against him. I bite my lip as he stretches two fingers into me and at first its a little sore but I realize what he’s doing.

I don’t need to tell him I’m a virgin, he can feel that by the resistance of my pussy. His tongue swirls around the hood of my clit while his fingers work on opening me up so I’ll be able to take to the shape of his cock. My heart is pounding in my chest but I’m not backing down. I’ve come too far to chicken out and I’ve regretted a lot of things in my life but I’ll be damned if I miss out on this too. I writhe beneath him as his fingers stay to the archway of my pussy and then eventually going further and further inside me while his tongue distracts me.

The pressure of it against my clit sends me over the edge and he makes good on that damned promise of making me go senseless and I do. I see the edges of my vision go white, my eyes close and roll to the back of my head, I buck my hips into his face and he uses his free hand to keep me from painfully hitting against his nose as I ride my orgasm out. I call out his name and once he’s done taking everything I give him he hovers over me once more and is fitting my ass into his palms lifting my hips up.

For a brief moment he yields looking into my hazy eyes. But I don’t stop him. He slides in slowly. It’s tight, it hurts for a second and he helps by going slowly until the friction feels good and I urge him to go faster by the pace of my moans. The angle of his cock hits just the right spot inside me and I moan loudly against his neck. He grins wickedly and aims to keep hitting it with a faster and faster pace. I can barely match my breath with his smooth and graceful motion.

It wont take long. This I know from my studies. The first time usually is fast for both parties because of they’re attraction to one another. And that will be alright with me. I’ll learn how to draw out longer awaited orgasms. But for now I know we’re both at our limits. I can feel my cunt bringing a delicious wave of pleasure and my body is ready to cum. His cock twitches, his balls tighten, I know he’s ready to spill his seed into me. His abdomen is rubbing against my clit and its making me dizzy with pleasure.

Every factor is really. The way the sweat glistens off the thin sheen upon his body, the matted bangs swept in odd angles against his brow, the way his brows furrow when my pussy vibrates. The way he grunts during each wave. All this is keeping me from worrying about the bit of blood coating his dick and even the sound of his balls slapping against my ass and the slick sloshing of our juices is sending me into a blinding euphoria.

His muscles tense, mine tremble, and we both draw closer and I buck up into him while he thrusts and bucks riding his release out through jerky spurts. His thick cum is hot. Hotter than the blood in his dick. It feels like lava melting my insides and even this makes me throw my head back and moan praising him by calling out his name over and over again. He says mine once and with a firm palm clenched against my side as he drains his dick inside me. I know I’ll have the guilt of todays events marked upon my body in bruised perfect matching blooms of his fingertips.

I don’t care. I want a testament of today. We come back down, for a second we revel in the heaving of our chests, the glow, the intimate seconds we spend drowning in one another’s eyes and then we concede to one another’s company utterly spent.

We say nothing more after that and I’m too exhausted to kick him out or argue with him further as though we never left the bookmarked page of our argument. Instead, he lays beside me. It’s too personal to face him to I try to make it slightly impersonal by laying so my back was to his chest and he accepts this concession by wrapping his arms around me and drawing the covers over both our warm bodies.

Sleep takes him first, I take a tic longer because as always my brain is working overtime. Sex makes things complicated. It really does. So now that this has happened, what will transpire from here? Will he be more lenient with me? Will there be odd favoritism that it drives a wedge between Hinata and I? Where do I go after I’m free? Will there be a we with Sasuke and I? I’m too tired to keep myself awake with these lingering doubts. Either way one thing is for sure, from here on out I can feel it deep in my bones something is about to change. I just hope its for the better.