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Shogi Anyone?	By : Shortcake Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 13931 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note:
Another shameless smut chapter. There is more plot coming. And at least one more pairing. What follows is for grown-ups only. Bondage ahead. You've been warned.
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Sakura enjoyed their whisper exchange, “Perhaps, when this song ends, you and I should each go searching for our dates and play a round of ‘hide the pickle’ ourselves?”
“mmm, I like the way you think, you perverted woman…” He squeezed her hand lightly and went on, “Your room tonight. And stay in that dress. I want to take it off you myself.”
The dress was far more revealing than anything Sakura had ever worn or would choose for herself. The gown was elegantly made of bright red silk. A single clasp at the back of her neck held the whole thing together. While it was a floor length dress, the slit up her left leg came all the way up to her hip. The halter top flowed down to a deep scoop neck with the outer edges of the fabric barely covering the sides of her breasts as they finally met again just above the crack of her butt. It was completely backless. The red heeled sandals she wore with it combined with the dress to showcase her ass beautifully to anyone that saw her from behind. She skipped any kind of bra completely (as Ino knew she would); there was nowhere for one to go and in any case Sakura’s breasts were light enough to stand up on their own. Therefore, the only thing she had underneath was a bright red thong.
Sakura smiled as she sat at her dressing table removing her jewelry and waiting for her lover. She owed one to Ino, that was certain. After all, the dress showcased her assets so well she’d given Kankuro a hard on. She hoped he was enjoying his time with Mei. The chunin had been cold to her, but she understood it was just because of Gaara. The girl seemed nice enough and she had boobs like Hinata. That should keep the puppeteer busy.
It had been a horrible tease dancing with Gaara. The forced formality had her sneaking small touches where she could. He was so handsome in his tuxedo too. The man knew how to push her buttons; just the thought of him taking this very sexy dress off her made her moist with arousal.
A soft knock had her opening the door for the kazekage. The door barely shut as he took her into a powerful embrace, his lips capturing hers in a passionate kiss. Finally coming up for air, Gaara took a step back holding her hands with his. “Turn around slowly for me.” He said with a big smile.
Sakura loved Gaara’s smiles. He almost never smiled in public, but with her, he allowed himself to be free. It warmed her heart to be let in; to see the playful side of him no one else knew about. She doubted even his siblings saw this often. She turned slowly in a circle, giving him an eyeful of her sleek body accentuated in all the right places by the luscious red silk.
The sand shinobi took a deep breath as he gazed on her inspiring curves, memorizing every detail as he went. “Where did you get such a painfully enticing dress?” He queried.
Sakura giggled. “Ino sent it. I wrote to her that I’m seeing someone, but not who naturally, and have no time for shopping. So, she sent me this.” She motioned to the dangerously sexy silk gown she still wore.
“Ino is an evil genius. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you this evening.” He admired his beloved once again, drinking her in visually. “Dance with me?” He held out his hand.
Sakura smiled, “Of course, Lord Kazekage.” She stepped easily into his arms. Gaara hummed lightly one of the band tunes from earlier as he held her to his chest. Their feet moved softly in time. Sakura loved the sound of his voice deep in his chest, resonating in contrast with his strong heartbeat and breathing. She was completely happy.
Gaara relished the chance to finally dance with her as he wished. Then he moved forward doing what he’d wanted to do for hours now. He reached to the clasp at the back of her neck, unlatched it, and watched as the red silk ran to the floor like a waterfall, leaving Sakura standing in only a red silk thong and her high heeled sandals. He marveled at the view, “And that’s what you’ve made me wait for all night…What’s good for the gander is good for the goose, my dear.”
Sakura blushed at her exposure, holding her forearms over her breasts. It was silly really, her modesty. They’d been lovers for two months now, but she couldn’t help her reaction. “Goose?” She looked slightly confused.
Gaara scooped her up and laid her on the bed in a single, swift movement. “Hands.”
Sakura complied with the single word command by putting her hands together for him. Gaara pulled a chakra infused rope from his jacket pocket, quickly bound her hands together, then drew her arms over her head, securing her to the headboard. She didn’t know what his plans were, but any time Gaara took charge in the bedroom, she was done for. She loved being told what to do.
“Spread your legs, woman.” Her long, lean legs, still wearing the heels went out to the side in a split, the red fabric triangle barely concealing the delicious prize at her center. Gaara took another length of rope from his jacket. He tied her right ankle snuggly, tossed the end under the bed, then secured the left ankle, eliminating slack in the line by pulling on the hitch he’d used. He took a moment to appreciate his handiwork as Sakura breathed heavily in anticipation, her breasts bobbing with the rhythmic motion, a small wet spot forming at the base of her thong. “I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re wet, Sakura. What kind of woman are you?”
Sakura smiled at his question, “The kind who wants your cock, Gaara.” She licked her lips seductively.
Gaara grinned fiendishly. “My dear Sakura, you teased me for hours with that red silk dress. It’s only fair that I return the favor.” He stepped back devouring the delicious display with his eyes as Sakura sighed in resigned frustration, her eyes begging already. The kazekage slowly removed his clothes, folding them neatly onto a nearby chair. He retrieved the red silk dress from the floor too, pausing a moment to feel and smell the delicate fabric saturated with the mingled fragrances of her perfume and natural scent.
Sakura knew better than to talk when he was like this. If he wanted to hear the sound of her voice, he’d say so. But it was such a tease to watch him. His body was lean and chiseled, and his ass… who knew that underneath those robes and loose shinobi pants that Gaara had the most amazing rear? Well, she did now, of course, but just watching his backside got her hot. She wanted to speak so badly but knew that punishment was certain to follow if she did, so she settled for pleading with her eyes.
Gaara caught her gaze and smiled. She was so sexy when she was frustrated. He wondered how long she could go without speaking before she caved to temptation and earned herself a spanking. He removed the last item from his jacket pocket and returned to the bedside.
Sakura bit her lower lip and moaned softly as she saw him bring out the feather. This was new, but she already had a pretty good idea of where he was going. Her dress had been an all-out assault on his vision, not to mention seeing her dance in it. She knew she’d given him a hard time and now she was getting it back in spades.
“Ah, ah, ah.” Gaara chided, bringing a single finger to her lips to quiet her. “You know the rules, darling. And I intend to take my time with you tonight.” He took the feather and made light circles around the edge of her face, tracing the line of her jaw, then making a series of stripes slowly down her chin and neck. She mewled helplessly, still nibbling her bottom lip to stifle her speech. Gaara lengthened the path of the feather’s stripes, painting an invisible swath from her jaw line down her chest to just above her areolas, gleefully noting the expanding wet spot on her panties. “Sakura, you’re getting so wet. Do you want something?”
“Yes. Yes please!” Her needy voice called out. Every nerve in her body was switching on with the gentle strokes he taunted her with.
“hmmm…” Gaara brought the feather down her torso, making figure eights around her tits, carefully avoiding the nipples for now. “What do you want, darling?” His voice oozed with sensual energy.
“I want… I want you to fuck me, Gaara. Please.” Her back arched reflexively into his ministrations with the feather as she yearned for more contact, arousal sweeping through her like an ocean wave.
He went on to tease her nipples lightly in turn as he continued the lazy pattern around her chest. Each brush of her nipple elicited a mewl from his pink haired sex kitten. Her frustration fueled his fire. “Sakura, my dear, such a filthy mouth you have. Tell me, just how naughty are you?” He expanded his pattern with the feather to include the kunoichi’s flat stomach, always making a turn at her belly button.
Sakura moaned at the delicate feel of the feather, teasing her sensitive nipples and slowly hinting at touching her now soaking mound. She could feel herself wet and hot, her yearning for his cock was absolutely desperate. “I’m a bad, bad girl. I want you to plant your cock in my pussy and fuck me hard. Please. Fuck me, Gaara.”
“My, my… You are a naughty girl.” He brought the feather back up to her neck, leaving her exposed nipples hard and unattended. “I think I need to teach you some patience little miss ‘fuck-me-hard’. Now I want you to think. Tell me, why did you wear that red dress tonight?”
He saw her about to speak, so he turned the feather to her hard nipples, circling around the hardened tips making her gasp with a mix of pleasure and angst. “I wore it to tease you.” She confessed.
Gaara changed his pattern now, slowly caressing her arms, one at a time, from the wrist, down across her open armpit, then circling a teat and brushing the nipple generously. More distressed mewls accompanied the too light touches. “Now, now… tell the whole truth, Sakura. Why did you wear the red dress?”
Her entire upper body was on fire now. “I wore it, to tease you, and Kankuro, and all the men there. I wanted you to want me and to be jealous of their stares.”
“Ah…. Now that’s better.” He dragged the feather down across her abdomen and outlined the edges of her panties nonchalantly. If she hadn’t been tied securely to the bed, she’d have arched off of it entirely. As it was, the pinkette strained against her binding with enough force to leave bright red marks on her ankles and wrists. “Sakura, your thong is soaked. I haven’t even touched you yet. Would you like me to touch you?”
Sakura was wild for him now. “Yes! Yes, please! Please put your hands on me and your cock in me, Gaara!”
Her palpable desperation enchanted him. He simply chuckled, using the feather to stroke up and down over the wet red silk covering her slit, teasing above her clit with little circles and pushes. “Such an impatient sex kitten, you are.” Now that he had her completely aroused, he took the feather back up to her arms and started over, tracing her arms and face, slowly making his way to her beautiful, exposed breasts, enjoying the sheer agony on her face as she desperately yearned for more of him. Eventually, he made his way back to her sopping wet pussy. She was flushed from head to toe; her hard nipples swollen and teased by the light feather in his hand. A light sheen of sweat covered her body and her heart raced with arousal. He teased her slit and clit through the silk for several minutes, delighting in her struggle against her bonds and the soft mewls as she bit back screams. Then, having kept her on edge for so long, he reached down with a single finger, pressing through the cloth and into her nerve-wracked clit. “Cum for me.”
And she did. Sakura screamed in ecstasy as her muscles tensed and warm, wet fluid spread across the blanket beneath her. She shook beneath his hand as he stroked her through it, not wanting to let her come down, but eventually yielding and permitting her to catch her breath. “Such a dirty, naughty girl, screaming like that. You know what happens to dirty, naughty girls, Sakura?” The question was rhetorical as he released her rope burned ankles and flipped the kunoichi onto her stomach, her arms still bound above her head.
Her voice was weak from the recent orgasm, but she replied softly, “They get a spanking?”
“Yes.” His voice was dark with lust as he yanked her thong off. He brought his open palm down hard on that delightful, heart shaped ass, extracting a gasp from the naked woman. “Dirty, naughty girls who can’t keep their mouth shut get spanked.” His hand repeated the motion, each time leaving bright red marks on her porcelain skin until her rear was the color of her ball gown.
Tears ran down her face against her will. It was humiliating and painful. A part of her liked it; she liked having him hurt her and force her down. Even though it hurt, she felt arousal coiling in her loins again.
Then his fingers touched her stunned ass cheeks softly and reached slowly between her succulent thighs. Damn. She was wet again. His erection stiffened at the realization she’d been turned on by his punishment. He stroked her cunt with his skilled fingers, “Sakura, you’re wet again. Did you enjoy that spanking?”
Her tear streaked face blushed bright red at being caught. His caresses now only made it worse. “Yes.”
Gaara ran his fingers through her nether folds, stroking her clit repeatedly. “mmm… such a saucy wench. Tell me what you want.”
His fingers were maddening, driving her wild with desire and merciless teasing. “I want you to fuck me hard, Gaara. Please. Please fuck me!”
The distress in her voice and her juices on his fingers were an aphrodisiac to the Sand shinobi. “Get on your knees woman.”
His powerful voice sent shivers down her spine. She complied obediently, raising her tail in the air as her knees pressed into the bed a bit wider than her hips. She arched her back, circling her hips lightly in invitation.
“Sakura, you are such a tease.” He positioned himself behind her, his cock finding her warm entrance easily. He penetrated her slowly in a single stroke, his upper body folding over hers, one arm supporting his weight, the other groping at her tits.
Sakura moaned. The feel of him stretching and filling her was the best feeling in the world. She knew what was coming next, and she welcomed it.
Gaara started slow. She was so fucking tight. After a few lazy thrusts, she squeezed him hard, wanting him to go faster. He smacked her ass hard. “Patience woman.”
Sakura loved the feel of his long, hard cock. She wanted more. She wondered idly if one could be teased to death. She was a gonner if that were true.
Gaara eventually picked up the pace, the divine friction of her tight walls touching his primal nature. Damn she felt so good. He wanted her, wanted this, over and over. He found himself nearing climax, so he brought his hand down from her alluring bosom and used his fingers to tease her clit, driving her wild with lust. There was only one last command to give. “Cum, Sakura.”
And she came hard. She buried her face in the blanket to muffle the sound of the scream that erupted from her throat as the mind-blowing orgasm wracked her petite frame. Hot, sticky fluid erupted from her snatch, running down her and Gaara’s thighs. Her already tight core clenched in the throes of passion, sending him over the edge too. His hot seed filled her womb as he pounded her hard with several final firm thrusts. Then her knees gave out and she collapsed, trembling in aftershocks, onto the soaked blanket.
Gaara collapsed with her, his cock slowly softening inside her as they both caught their breath. He planted kisses across her shoulder blades in post-coital bliss. Then, remembering her bindings, he loosed her hands and pulled her into a strong embrace.
Sakura cried. Sobs wracked her small frame and salty tears ran down her face onto Gaara’s chest as he held her. She still did not understand where these overwhelming waves of emotion came from, but she loved that Gaara held her. His strong arms and comforting voice assured her of his devotion. “Gaara, I’m sorry, I don’t know why I keep crying like this.”
He petted the back of her head soothingly as he spoke, “Shh… Sakura… It’s okay. I’m here. I love you. I’ll always love you.” He wiped the tears away and kissed her face tenderly.
Her eyes fluttered on the edge of sleep as everything seemed to catch up with the kunoichi at once.
Gaara stood briefly, grabbing a spare blanket and swapping it out for the wet one. The satisfied pair drifted off in a tangle of intertwined limbs as dawn approached.
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