Chapter 2: Her Master's Visit

The hot shower water had run cold long ago but Sakura couldn't find the gumption to pull herself out from under its spray. The blood of her kill had washed down the drain within a few minutes and she had finally gotten the old copper scent off her skin. She knew when she stepped out of the shower what would be waiting for her; Orochimaru hadn't exactly been vague in his orders. He wanted her just as much as any other man. He did well in hiding it when others were around, many suspected there was some kind of chemistry but blew it off as overly personal business. He had been visiting her room late at night frequently since she turned 19. For two years their real relationship had been kept secret. Relationship may not be the right word to use, it wasn't love, and that both of them knew. It was nothing more than lust; it was about nothing more than sex. He got what he wanted, he made her feel like a real woman, he was the only one to unleash her true colors, and she would repay him by doing his dirty work, which would pay off for her in the long run. It got her closer to her target and created a stronger bond with one of the most powerful underground bosses. It was one big loop of sick, twisted irony.

Eventually Sakura sighed, she shut off the water and stepped out of the shower wrapping herself in a fluffy towel. It would be a little bit of comfort to her already frazzled nerves. After so many times with him, she still felt butterflies at the thought of being so intimate. An intimacy that wouldn't end in bloodshed that is. She opened the door, and sure enough, as expected, he sat waiting on her bed staring at the bathroom door. He drank in her dripping wet figure.

"Sakura, there you are. You took a while."

"I needed to get his blood off, you know that."

"Well now you're clean. You almost glow." His eyes lingered on every inch of her exposed flesh from across the room. Sakura could tell just by looking at him he was imagining tearing off the towel that covered her privet parts. He was imagining what he had seen many times before. "My dear, my Sakura, come here," he whispered. She had no choice, she couldn't disobey her master. She walked slowly towards him, nervousness building within her stomach. It was only with him that she grew nervous, other men, the ones she normally killed before anything could happen, didn't unnerve her. She wouldn't spare them a second thought. Being with Orochimaru however, that was a whole different story. No matter how many times he visited her at night, looked her over with those snake like eyes, touched her in ways she never knew possible, she always felt unsure. Apprehensive. When she reached him he put his knee in between her legs. He didn't touch her; just let her hover above him.

"I want you Sakura."

"I'm already yours. You know that. I belong to you, and only you."

"Of course you do," he smirked. That's when he made his move. He tugged at the top edge of her towel pulling it down slowly. He watched her face, looking for any signs for him to stop. He knew she was still scared of him, she always would be, and he loved the power he held over her. "Tell me if you want me to stop," he told her. Against normal belief, Orochimaru wasn't always cold and sadistic. Sakura was the only one he visited anymore. The other girls in his harem had be cast aside we she arrived. They were now only tools, but Sakura…Sakura was more to him than just an employee. She was his daughter, his wife, his lover, and his most trusted. It was like he was bipolar. He could be evil and he could be good, it all depended on the day and who was around him. Right now, it was nothing more than pure animalistic passion for the pink haired girl in front of him.

"Don't stop," she told him.

"You're scared."

"You know I always am. I will kill for anybody, but I will only give myself to one man."

He smirked at her response. It was what he wanted, her consent to him, he wanted her to be his and only his. He kissed her slow and sensual. She loved it when he did that; it made her feel like she was important to him. Her towel was hanging around her hips leaving her breasts exposed to him. He took advantage of that, taking the left one in his hand, toying with it. She flinched at the suddenly rough contact but it felt amazing for her. He always knew where to start. He left her mouth to take her other breast into his mouth. Still standing above him, she tossed her head back, biting her lip to keep the pleasured sounds from coming out of her mouth. He was watching her, she knew it. He wanted to see her reaction to him. Without any warning he bit down on her breast causing her to call out in surprise. He sucked on it again to ease the sharp pain. There would be a mark tomorrow, his mark. She shuddered above him, her entire body wanting to be touched. He was going to drag this out she realized. Normally he would always start slow, sensual, and sweet, but like with all men, that animalistic hunger always got the best of him. Today he was in full control and he was going to let himself play with his little girl.

He switched his ministrations with his mouth to her other breast, still wet with his saliva. Her nipples were hard and ready for him. "Why must you torture me," she asked in a hushed tone.

"Because you torture me every single day Sakura," he replied taking his mouth away from her breast. "You will enjoy this. I'm going to make you feel good, like a queen."

"I always feel good, I always feel like royalty when it is you," she said meeting his lusty gave with darkening jade eyes.

He smirked and let his hands travel downwards as he gave her a bruising kiss. His hands met the towel around her hips. "Take it off," she ordered in a breathy voice.

"Since when are you in charge," he growled.

"Since now, when you insist on torturing me," she hissed back, wishing he would stop holding back.

"Well then my dear, I will fulfill your request…" He ripped off the towel exposing her body to him. Without warning he flipped her in the same moment, her back hit the bed and the air rushed out of her lungs. "You are mine," he said as he pulled off his shirt exposing the finely chiseled chest of white marble. His kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Sakura returned the kiss with equal ferocity; she needed to cure her hunger for his touch. For once it was her being demanding. His hands played with her breasts, tweaking and rubbing. It wasn't enough, she lifted her hips against his clothed groin, and she could feel his excitement already. "Not yet," he growled. She ground her hips into him again earning a deep, throaty moan. It caught him off guard enough for her to switch positions with him to where she was no on top looking down as his heated, glazed over eyes. "Yes, now," she told him. She ran her hands over his chest and abs until she reached his pant line. She slipped her hands below the waist band and tugged down hard. Not to her surprise he has elected not to wear boxers beneath his pants allowing him to spring free hard and long.

"Well, seems you are just as excited as I," she purred.

"You seem to have that effect," he told her. Their playful banter could make their time together last longer, which is exactly what they wanted.

"I want you to touch me," she whispered as her hand gently brushed his erection. His eyes flashed in surprise, she never was one to tell exactly what she wanted. He flipped her on her back again. "Sakura, you want me to touch you that badly," he asked. She nodded in response hoping her would do so soon. "You want me to touch you here," he asked as his hand brushed the outside of her most sacred part. Sakura shivered in anticipation, "yes, please" she whispered. He slowly slipped on finger into her and she sighed in both pleasure and relief. "You want it so bad little Sakura," he said.

"Yes I do," she responded as he moved the lone finger in and out of her going deeper with each push. "Well then moan for me, tell me how much you want it," he said devilishly. On command she moaned and he rammed his finger into her harder. She squirmed slightly beneath him pushing herself closer to him, seeking more of his touch. Suddenly he touched her little nub, her clit, and her entire body reacted. Her legs thrashed at the sudden contact with her highly sensitive part. Her toes curled under and her hands balled into fists. She bit her lip to keep a scream from being heard. Again he touched her most sensitive little bit and she thrashed beneath him, he wrapped one arm around her left leg to keep her still and he continuously hit her spot again and again. He called out his name as her entire body felt electrified. He had never done this to her before, considering it had been so long, and the new sensation was awe inspiring. It made her shiver, squirm, and scream all at the same time.

"You like that," he asked, she nodded furiously as he stopped his never ending torture. She was wet with need and want, shaking from his ministrations. "You want me inside," he asked. He always asked, as a sign of respect towards the younger girl. She answered in a voice barely above a hum, "yes." He saw the shape her lips took and new exactly what she said. He positioned himself, holding onto her hips. Slowly he entered her body full on, stretching her to the max. She was tight and warm, just the way he wanted her. "Wrap your legs around me," he said through clenched teeth, holding back ever so slightly. She obeyed and felt him slide deeper within her. He started to move within her, slow for the first few thrust and then ever faster until she could no longer keep up with his powerful thrusts. She moaned with each thrust, the feeling of him inside her taking her to new heights. She heard his breathing get harder, his thrust felt rougher, he was close.

"Don't hold back," she told him as she grasped his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist making him go deeper. She called out as he thrust into her once more with such speed and force that it made her feel like the bed beneath them would break. As if her request was just that last little push he needed he came, spilling his seed into her. She sighed as she felt him fill her. It had been far too long since she felt him lose control like this, and she loved it. She loved making him feel like this to have him at her disposal for one. He thrust into her one last time making her scream as she too came. He watched her face contort in pleasure.

"Little Sakura, my little Sakura," he whispered in her ear. "You will always belong to me."

"Yes, my lord. Only to you," she said as her eyes fluttered shut in exhaustion. He pulled out of her and dressed again, taking an extra second to wrap her naked body in her towel once more. She would have to take another shower in the morning to wash his scent off her. After all, it was only a short amount of time before her next mission came along. He left the room with a smirk on his face. She was in for a surprise very, very soon.