She was standing outside. He could hear her. Smell her. But she wasn't knocking on the door. She had been lingering out there for minutes, working up the courage.
He wasn't an impatient man. But as the minute hand on the wall clock snapped onto the 5, he found his patience waning thin. He may keep her waiting as long as he liked, and he often did, but she needed to understand that his directions were not a request. When he'd pulled her into an empty hospital hallway and told her to meet him at his apartment at 9:00, he'd meant it. When he'd pressed her into the wall and demanded that she wear that short pink skirt with no panties underneath, he had expected it to be done as well.
This wasn't a game. This was about his control and her lack of it. Before she was ready for the next steps in her training, she'd have to understand that, accept it. Enjoy it.
This was training, yes, but Kakashi had always flirted with the taboo. There was something more, something exclusively special to this situation with Sakura, his former student. The contrast between her capability and vulnerability, between her stubbornness and sexuality, between her strength and her femininity, he liked the thought of stripping those away until he found the essence of her. He wanted to take her, to have her, to consume her. But he also wanted her trust. Their lessons would be a study in restraint for him.
Oh, and also, he sighed and reminded himself, this was a mission.
Kakashi rubbed a hand through his hair and down the five o'clock shadow roughing his cheeks then pulled his mask back up. For now, there were lines that should be crossed and ones that shouldn't. Things would blur, they always did. The hard erection pressing into his leg announced his own feelings clearly. He shifted a little and stifled the urge to rub his cock through his pants. He knew from last night's session that she wanted him, was aching for him. She'd come on his fingers again and again. But she wouldn't be coming on his cock just yet. She had to earn that.
A soft knock at the door told him she had taken the first step.
He waited a moment, let her heart race a few beats more than was necessary, then called out "Come in, Sakura."
The door opened slowly and she timidly peered into his pitch dark apartment. Her form was illuminated from behind by the street lamp that was just level with his third story walk up. His sharingan spun slowly and recorded the way her irises dilated as she searched for him in the darkness. He could see her hands tremble. She couldn't see anything.
His student had grown into a beautiful, intriguing, desirable woman. Her slender build belied the power she had worked so hard to cultivate. Keen green eyes revealed a sharp mind, quick wit, and sometimes terrifying temper. No longer the preening brat lusting after her teammate that Kakashi had met all of those years ago, Sakura was now seen by all in the village as strong, capable, and in control. And when she stepped into this room, he would give her the space, the permission, to not be.
"You're late," his deep voice reached out to her from the shadows.
"My shift ran over and I had to go home to change before-"
"I didn't ask you for an excuse," he interrupted. "Close the door."
Her shoulders stiffened as she reached behind her and pulled the door shut, entrenching the room in complete darkness. She stiffly slipped out of her shoes and then turned back to face the darkness. His eye spun faster as it focused in on the lip she pulled between her teeth in irritation. He could practically read her mind.
"Do you want to apologize?"
Her fists clenched in frustration. Frustration with not being able to see him. Frustration with having to apologize to a man who had never been on time a day in his life. He smirked.
"I'm sorry," she ground out.
"No, you're not," he responded simply. "But you will be."
He leaned and reached over to the side table and clicked on the swing arm desk lamp he'd positioned there earlier. It was pointed directly at her and her eyes squinted closed at the sudden glaring brightness. She couldn't see him in the shadows. He could see everything of her in the spotlight. This wasn't an interrogation, but it was a technique he'd picked up from his ANBU days.
He steepled his hands in front of his face and examined her with intensity.
"Lift up your skirt."
Now he would see if she'd followed his directions. If she was taking this seriously.
She hesitated and blinked into the light. He waited, watching the cogs spin in her head. She always treaded a fine line between the analytical and the emotional. He would need to show her how to balance both.
"Don't make me ask twice."
Her green eyes glinted then with something like stubbornness before she reached down and slowly pulled the hem of her skirt up. His sharingan spun quickly as he traced the path up her slender legs and recorded the slow, slow slide of fabric across her bare thighs. She seemed to lose courage the higher she went and stalled.
"Show me," he growled.
Her fingers were trembling as her skirt lifted up and revealed a perfect triangle of soft pink curls. His eyes narrowed dangerously. No panties. Good girl.
Her cheeks were flushed and she looked off to the side in embarrassment. He was going to teach her that displaying her body to him was nothing to be embarrassed about.
"How did you feel walking over here with no panties on? Did you worry that someone would know? Did it turn you on?" the questions came out steely and dark.
She shook her head quickly and refused to look up in the direction of his voice.
"Did it turn you on? Having that secret? Knowing that you were doing it for me."
"Please…" she whimpered.
"Please what, Sakura? What do you want?"
A shiver rolled over her body then. He could chart its path with his sharingan.
"I- I don't know- I just-" she looked skittish, her knees buckling slightly, like she was about to flee. He decided to move things along.
A gentle kick sent a kitchen chair screeching across the floor out of the darkness to stop just besides her. She jumped slightly.
"Sit down," he demanded.
She dropped her skirt and collapsed onto the wooden chair. He gave her a moment and she shifted and fidgeted uncertainly.
"Did I tell you to stop?"
"What?" she looked dazed.
"Lift your skirt back up. Tuck it into the waistband."
She complied slowly but kept her creamy thighs pressed together, hiding the treasure he wanted to see.
"Open your legs. Show me your pussy."
She wavered again, but then her knees parted slightly.
"Wider," he demanded.
He could see all of her now, her lower lips spread open and glistening with arousal he wasn't surprised to find there. He could smell her sweet musk through his mask and found his mouth watering.
"Good girl," he growled. "You have such a pretty cunt."
She shook her head slightly, shocked by the word, but he could see that his appreciation affected her. Her breath was coming in soft pants and her cheeks were colored rosily.
"Unzip your top." She didn't react with surprise, obviously having prepared for what was coming next. The zipper started at her throat and she pulled it down slowly. The top was tight and it split open as she went. Kakashi watched her perky little tits spill out without impediment.
"No bra?" he asked, voice suddenly raspy.
There it was again, that spark in her eyes that he found so tempting. Just a hint of challenge. "I figured since I wasn't wearing panties, I'd make it a matching set," she teased somewhat uncertainly.
That was damn sexy, that touch of rebellion. Kakashi wanted to encourage that, to play with that. But she also had to know when she was in over her head.
"Maybe we should make this a permanent thing?" he hummed with amusement.
Sakura blinked towards him, stunned.
"So when you get turned on thinking about me and the things I do to your body, everybody will be able to see your hard nipples through your top and know what a naughty girl you are."
"I-" her fingers curled under the sides of the chair, as if attempting to anchor herself to reality.
"Would you like that, Sakura?"
Her eyes were glazed, transported by his voice and the fantasy of what she was doing. Maybe she was a bit of an exhibitionist? That was something they would definitely have to explore.
Kakashi studied Sakura sitting in his kitchen chair, her vulnerable breasts glowing in the harsh lamplight, nipples hard and begging for attention, her pale thighs spread wide and that warm pink place covered in feminine honey. The dreamy, unselfconscious look in her eyes as she put everything on display for him pleased him very much.
"Touch yourself," he commanded.
Sakura's eyebrows knitted together and she tilted her head slightly, as if not understanding. "I don't know-"
"Don't lie to me," he cut her off. "I know you touch yourself when you're alone. I know you think about me. About the things you want me to do to you. Show me."
The heady humiliation settled over her like an inevitability. With edged resignation, she reached a delicate manicured finger down and slowly began circling her clit. Her finger dipped back for a moment, gathering some of her wetness, before returning to the soft circles around her hard little pearl. Kakashi's sharingan spun more quickly, excitedly recording the image for future lonely nights.
"Can you feel how wet you are?" he asked lowly.
"Yes…. Sensei…." she exhaled, closing her eyes tight and tilting her head back, exposing her long neck and giving herself over to the feelings, to him.
"Use your other hand. Put a finger inside."
She moaned in her throat and did as he asked with no hesitation.
Kakashi reached down to stroke his cock through his pants, his rhythm matching her finger.
"That's good Sakura. Rub your clit harder."
She panted as she did what he demanded. He could see the increased pressure on her pearl causing her breasts to rise and fall faster.
"Are you thinking about last night? Are you thinking about coming on my hand?"
"Yessssss" she hissed and arched.
"Put another finger in," he ground out, gripping his cock more firmly.
"Oh, god," she moaned as she tilted her head back. Her toes curled on the floor. She rubbed her clit vigorously as she fucked herself with two fingers.
"Is this how you touch yourself when you think about me?"
"Un. No- I-"
"Do you like touching yourself for me?"
"Oh god, sensei," she gasped and tensed up.
"Are you going to come, Sakura?" his voice was dark and threatening.
"Yes, yes, oh god." She cried as her back arched more.
"Stop."
"Oh god. I'm co-"
He was on her before she knew what had happened, yanking her wrists away from her dripping pussy and holding them tightly in his gloved hands.
"I said stop."
She cried out and looked up at him in uncomprehending shock, but her hips kept canting forward as her greedy body chased her orgasm. Her thighs tried to close and rub together to keep the sensation rolling, but he stepped close between her legs and blocked them with his own, smiling down at her cruelly.
"Wh-what are you doing? I'm so close" she panted and shook her head angrily, twisting her wrists in his grip. Her temper was flaring up.
He squeezed and jerked her wrists tighter and the small violence of the gesture made her freeze. Slowly he leaned down over her, imposing on her space. His masked lips brushed against her ear. "That was the second time you've disobeyed me tonight." He predatorily ran his nose down along her neck and inhaled the pheromones pouring off of her. "Only good girls get to come," he growled.
"What?" she shook her head, not understanding. But before she could register Kakashi had yanked her up by the wrists, fluidly spun her around, and positioned her over his knee. He was now sitting comfortably in the chair she had been forced to abandon with a very confused Sakura ass up and staring down at the floor.
"Wait, what are you doing?" she cried and tried to punch his calf.
He quickly flipped the back of her skirt up and then his hand swung down on her bare ass with a loud crack. "Don't," he warned.
Sakura stiffened then froze as her mind registered the stinging pain radiating from her ass. He gave her a moment, holding back from thrusting his hips up so the hard erection that was now pressing into her belly would be even more obvious. "What- what is this?"
"This is discipline," Kakashi explained gently, running a hand down along her spine slowly and drawing an inescapable shiver from her.
She shook her head slowly. "Why are you punishing me?"
"I'm not punishing you," he replied simply. "I'm disciplining you. So that you learn from your mistakes."
"Sensei-" she lowered her fist nervously.
"Shhh, it's okay," he soothed, running a gloved hand over the spot he had smacked. "We're doing this because I like this. And I think you'll like it too. Trust me?"
She was silent for a minute, then nodded at the floor.
"Good girl," he practically purred. "Stand up for a second." He helped her to her feet and then rose from the chair. She stood swaying slightly, rubbing her thighs together instinctually, unsure of what was happening. Kakashi took her all in. She was delicious- caught up in her feelings, still reeling from the orgasm he'd denied her, her pussy and breasts on full display for him.
He disappeared into the darkness and then returned a moment later, dropping something to the ground behind her. He walked a slow, predatory circle around her, then stopped behind and wrapped her in his arms.
"You are so beautiful," he mumbled, bending to press masked kisses into her neck, his silver hair tickling her face.
Sakura was lost. She leaned back into his warmth and let him touch her gently. His gloves were now gone and he ran his hands everywhere, up her thighs, across her belly and ribs, cupping her breasts and playing with the nipples softly, teasingly.
The dark, the light, the humiliation, the pleasure, the denial, the violence, and the tenderness all had her head spinning and she felt like she was sinking down into a place that was deep and hot.
Kakashi caressed her lightly and felt her soften under his fingers, leaning in to his hands, opening herself to his every touch. He petted her gently, avoiding the hot sticky place between her thighs. Slowly he guided her shirt off her arms, pressing little kisses to her now bare shoulders. He pulled her hair tie out, and her delicious smelling hair spilled out onto her neck. Next was her skirt. He tugged the zipper on the side and pushed it down her hips until it fell in a puddle at her feet. Two items of clothing and she was completely naked against his fully-clothed body. He raked his fingernails gently up the front of her thighs and she quivered and panted. He ran both hands down her arms and brushed his thumbs in circles across the insides of her wrists, pulling them slowly behind her back and arranging them just so. She let him.
Kakashi bent and picked up the bundle of jute rope from where he'd dropped it on the floor, unwinding it with quick, practiced movements. The room filled with the woody scent and Sakura swayed, knowing what was coming.
"I'm not going to bind you tonight," his voice was like gravel. "I'll just lash you. You'll be able to work your way out if you really want to. Without chakra," he added, remembering the formidable strength of the incredible woman in front of him.
Sakura nodded, "I trust you." Her voice was soft and distant.
"I know you do," he smiled and then began winding the rope around her forearms with the relaxed and precise movements of an expert. Sakura stayed still and let him work.
As promised, Kakashi didn't tie any knots and worked the loose end of the rope back towards her palm so that she could get to it if she needed.
"How does that feel?" he asked.
She tested her bonds, twisting her hands to make sure they weren't too tight. "Okay."
"Good," he replied, giving her hands a little squeeze. "Tell me if there's any tingling or numbness."
"Yes, sensei."
He squeezed her hands again. "I like it when you call me that," he hummed into her ear.
She remembered herself enough to smirk softly and whisper, "Pervert."
He slid his hands forward over her naked hips and then onto the sensitive expanse of her belly just below her bellybutton then tugged her back into him, pressing his needy erection against her naked ass. "And look at what you're letting me do to you."
He was right. There was no moral high ground here, just soft, and hard, and empty, and full, and places that needed to be filled and places that did the filling.
"God, I can smell you," Kakashi rasped and traced a had down to the V between her legs. Sakura shivered at the feel of the soft skin of his palms touching her.
He slid a single long finger between her moist lips and began circling her clit just like she had done earlier, just how she liked it.
"Oh," she gasped, surprised.
Driven on by the wet heat he found there, he laid his palm flat against her pussy and pressed. The hot little minx couldn't help herself. She began rocking her hips forward and back, pressing her ass against his cock and then forward against his palm. Her eyes drifted closed and she leaned back into him as she worked towards release.
"That's it Sakura. Just like that."
Her bound hands flexed against their restraints as she rocked her increasingly faster, her breath coming out in needy little pants.
Kakashi rubbed his cheek against her neck and let her grind her soppy pussy against his hand. The orgasm that had escaped her before was so close now and she was chasing it with a wanton disregard for decency. It made him so hot.
She arched her neck back, her tits thrusting out further, and moaned. "Un. Sensei. I'm-"
He quickly pulled his hand away from her. "Remember what I said?"
She whimpered and then wilted forward in his arms, hanging her head and panting as the unfulfilled desire throbbed through her. Utterly defeated. "Yes."
"Tell me," he ran the wet palm of his hand up over her belly, smearing her juices over her own skin. Her nipples were pebbled and aching to be touched.
"Only good girls get to come," she whimpered.
"That's right, Sakura. Are you a good girl?"
"Please," she whined. "Please show me how, sensei." She leaned back and looked up at him with such a sincere longing in her eyes that it undid him.
Kakashi crashed his masked lips against hers, grabbed her bound wrists, and tugged her back harder into him like his life depended on it. He laced the hand that was juicy from her pussy through her hair and pulled her face towards his with desperation. He ground his cock into the soft curves of her ass and smashed his mouth against hers again and again. She hummed and received the violence of his kiss openly, pressing her lips into his sweetly. He wanted to dominate her mouth, chew on her lip and suck on her tongue. He wanted to bury his face in her nasty little pussy and make her cry his name. He wanted to bend her over, shove his cock into her and fuck her until she screamed as she came on him hard. He wanted to… fuck.
Kakashi tensed and stopped himself. He felt like he was standing on the edge of a very dangerous cliff. He looked down at her for a long, breathy moment. Her eyes were dark and clouded over with lust, and he knew then that there was no going back. He wasn't sure if she realized yet how much control she had. He pressed his forehead against hers, wondering at how much he was slipping. The look in her eyes told him that Sakura was in a head space that he recognized. She was just where he needed her to be. "Okay, Sakura. Okay," he whispered, before taking a fortifying breath and unwrapping her from his arms.
He helped her walk on her shaky legs and then sat down in the chair and guided her until she was bending over his knees. With her arms bound behind here, there was no posing or shifting or resisting. She laid across his lap where he put her and stayed there, his steel-hard erection digging up into her soft, trembling belly.
Kakashi ran his hands over Sakura's body in a long, languid stroke and she shivered. Her ass was white and defenseless. He patted the gentle curves and she sighed.
"Sensei..."
Swifter than the eye could follow, he raised his arm up and brought it swinging back to to her flesh with a crack.
She gasped and her hands worried at the rope binding them.
Again.
His hand spanked down on to her bare skin and left a bright red mark.
She whimpered.
"Does that hurt, baby?" he asked, softly palming the stinging flesh in gentle circles.
She didn't answer but nodded her head.
"Answer me," he instructed and swung down harder, the crack shattering the silence of his partially dark room. He went to spank her again, but stopped just before contacting skin and her muscles flexed in tense anticipation. Her knees bent and straightened as her hips tried to weave away from the impending pain.
"Oh god- god- it stings, sensei-please"
"Shh" he soothed, grabbing both round globes and pulling them apart. His fingers felt the heat radiating from her center. "You're dripping."
She shifted then, and his hard cock twitched against her belly. He nearly moaned.
"Why am I doing this, Sakura?"
"Because it's discipline."
He smirked then spanked her hard on the line between her leg and one round globe.
"Not good enough. Don't be smart," he paddled her hard, three quick blows across the backs of her upper thighs, leaving them glowing red.
"Fuck," she hissed. "Because I was late."
Two more spanks, one on top of each other on the center of her left cheek. "And?"
"Oh god-" her hands flexed open as if trying to protect her skin from his attack. But with her wrists bound there was little she could do to stop him.
His fingertips came down and sunk into the throbbing red welts rising across her ass. She arched as much as possible to get away from the pain. "Tell me why, Sakura"
"And because I tried to come when you said not to," she cried, two small tears streaming down her face. She was humiliated. She was overwhelmed. She was turned on. And she was completely at his mercy.
He hummed and reached under her to cup a breast in his hand. "That's right. You did." he turned her swollen nipple in his finger tips as his other hand rubbed over her glowing ass. "And what do you have to say?"
"I'm sorry," she breathed out. Her lusty hips were rolling and thrusting against his leg as he played with her nipple.
"Good girl. I'm glad you're sorry. I believe you."
Her breathing was thready as the endorphins rushed through her veins. Little tears ran continuously down her cheeks now. Her hands fisted behind her.
"I'm going to give you 15 more and then you can tell me if you're still feeling sorry, okay?"
"Yes, yes, sensei. Please-"
Kakashi knew she was deep in it now. He worked over her ass, spank by spank, with a practiced hand, targeting the most sensitive spots again and again. Sakura sniffled quietly and took the blows, but the shallow way she was thrusting her hips and arching to press further into the hand on her breast told him she was enjoying it.
When he stopped, her ass was glowing a beautiful cherry red. She would be feeling it tomorrow.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she was chanting weakly, her head lolling from side to side.
He took in a deep breath to gain back some semblance of control. He looked down and flexed his stinging palm.
"Good, Sakura. I accept your apology," his voice was gritty. Kakashi brushed his fingers over the inflamed skin of her ass and they left white streaks in their wake. Her curves were so perfect. It was a dream to be able to hold them tight. He wanted to bend over and bite and kiss that soft flesh until he left a mark, but he held back. Instead he ran his hand over her cheeks and down between her legs to the swampy place between her thighs.
She. was. dripping.
"Fuck. Your pussy is so fucking wet."
She moaned and tried to push back into his touch.
He poised two fingers at her soaking entrance and pushed just the fingertips inside. She gave a soft little grunt and rolled her hips back, opening herself up to him.
"You love this, don't you? You love getting tied up and spanked by your sensei."
"Please, sensei-"
"Don't lie to me" Kakashi thrust his fingers inside her white hot heat, just up to the second knuckle. "This cunt doesn't lie. You're sucking my fingers in. This slutty little pussy wants something to fill it up."
"Oh god," she cried and tried with all her might to arch into his hand.
"Ask me for it, Sakura."
"Please, please, please," she sobbed.
"Please what baby?"
"Please let me come. Please make me come."
Kakashi smirked at the progress they had made so early in their training. Sakura was a fucking natural.
He plucked his fingers out of her pussy and then brought the backs of them forward and gave a few wet taps against her clit.
Sakura keened, surprised by the stimulation. Her back bowed with tension.
She was close.
"That's it. Give it to me," he growled as he spanked her wet little clit. "Give me that come."
"Unnnnnnnnn" she groaned sweetly and trembled.
The hand on her breast tugged on her nipple harder, letting her ride the painful wave of endorphins until it burst.
"Yes, Sakura. Give it. Let it go."
"I-I-I-"
He expertly twisted his wrist and pressed his thumb hard against her clit. He rubbed it in a quick rhythm that he knew would make her come apart.
Her head snapped back and her body rolled. "I'm coming. I'm coming," she wailed.
Keeping his thumb working her clit, Kakashi pushed two fingers deep inside her tight passage, giving her something to grip down on as the orgasm tore through her body. She was full up. She gripped his fingers like a vise and hot little jets of come squirted out of her onto his leg.
"Fuck, Sakura. Look at you. Gorgeous," he panted and wished he was inside her right now.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she came hard. Her delicious cries and moans filled up the whole room. The scent of her overwhelmed the space.
He thrust his fingers in a few more times as her orgasm slowed and simmered. She shivered around them, too sensitive just yet for more but unable to pull away.
Kakashi let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. The beauty of it all, her surrender, her orgasm, her trust, it filled up his chest in an achy way.
"That was perfect Sakura, just perfect," he ran his fingers along her labia gently as tremors rolled through her.
"Sensei," she moaned weakly.
"I'm going to help you sit up now." She nodded as his hands came around her shoulder and guided her back up. "Sit here," he said as he pulled her to perch on his leg and lean into his chest. She flinched slightly at the contact of her ass on his leg, and he chuckled. "Hurt?" she nodded and then collapsed into him, laying her head on his shoulder and her forehead against his neck, panting.
"Let's get this off you," he said as he reached around with one hand and started to work the rope off her bound wrists with quick, deft fingers. He let it fall to the floor forgotten and then just took a moment to wrap his arms around her and hold her as she trembled in the intense afterglow. He watched her pert little breasts rise and fell quickly.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes," she said to his chest as she turned her wrists in front of her, stretching them and enjoying their new freedom. "I think so," she answered sleepily.
"Okay," he breathed. "Okay." He scooped her up then and carried her bridle style into the darkness of his small apartment. She let herself be held, docile from the things he had done to her.
Pushed into the corner was his simple double bed with a somewhat embarrassing shuriken print bed spread. Easily holding her lithe weight in one arm, he quickly flipped on the bedside lamp, pulled the duvet back, and then slipped them both inside, helping Sakura arrange her herself belly down, and pulling her into him to lay her head on his chest. He tugged just the sheet up to their waists, covering Sakura's still glowing ass lightly.
They laid for a moment in warm silence, listening to each other's breaths.
"What is this?" Sakura asked, propping her chin up on his chest to look at him unsurely.
"Relax," he grinned, and used the hand around her back to pull her in closer. "It's called after care."
She laid her cheek back down on his clothed chest and melted in to him as he brought his hand up to run through her hair in lazy, soothing motions.
"I can't promise that you'll get this from him, but here in my home, we'll always do this. It's a time to check in with each other. You can let me know what you liked, what you didn't."
She laid quietly against him for a while. Kakashi wondered if she had drifted asleep as he stroked her hair. He wouldn't be surprised. He had put her through a lot. The warm heat of her body lulled him into a state of relaxation, but the hard-on still throbbing between his legs wouldn't let his mind fall into sleep.
Suddenly Sakura sighed and squirmed a little against him. "Honestly..." she started hesitantly.
"Yes?"
"Honestly," she looked up at him with a blush across her cheeks and a shining sincerity in her eyes, "I liked it all. I liked everything you did to me."
Kakashi groaned and let his head fall back onto his pillow. "Fuck, Sakura. Can you please give me a break?"
"What?" she asked, surprised.
He exhaled slowly and then looked back down to her in a soft way. He pressed a kiss on her forehead. "Nothing. Nothing at all. That was perfect."
Sakura smiled sweetly and curled into his side like a kitten. He wasn't at all surprised that she was a cuddler. He ran his hand over her back in slow strokes, going lower and lower until he brushed over the curve of her ass.
He could feel her flinch a little. "Still stinging?"
"Yeah. You really didn't hold back," she pouted.
"I have some salve for that," he began to scoot out from under her but her fingers curled into the front of his shirt and pulled him back.
"Is it okay, um, if we leave it?"
"You want a sore ass?" he looked at her with surprise.
She blushed again and peeked at him through her lashes. "I- kind of like- I like that it'll remind me of this tomorrow-"
Kakashi fell back onto the bed and yanked a hand through his hair with frustration. "Yes, fuck it, yes, that's fine."
She looked taken aback. "Are you mad at me?"
He groaned and pulled her in again. "No, but could you just try to be a little less... If you keep saying things like that, I'm going to do very bad things to you," he locked his eye on hers and the look in it was dangerous and dark.
"Oh," she said, her lips forming the word with wonder. She looked at his knitted eyebrows for a second and then, as if in slow motion, her head turned towards the bulge under the sheets. "Oh."
She was realizing it then. That he hadn't come at all during their training.
"Oh."
"Don't worry about it, Sakura," he waved away her concern.
"But what about you, sensei?" she sat up.
"What about me?" he asked quizzically, feebly reaching out to pull her back down.
"You're taking care of me." She dodged his arms and stretched out to rub the back of her hand down the length of his hard cock. "Shouldn't I be taking care of you?"
He ground his teeth together and caught her wrist. "Don't you worry about that. This time is about you."
"But I want to," she chewed on her lip. "I want to take care of you too."
Kakashi closed his eyes and swore he almost came.
"Sakura, this session is over. You don't have to-"
"I want to," she said more firmly, tugging her wrist out of his grasp and sitting up on her knees, flinching slightly as her ass burned.
"I want to-" she crawled lower on the bed and then pulled the sheet down past his waist. She peeked up at him shyly then leaned forward and ran her palms up along his thighs, hesitating slightly when she reached his zipper. She quickly gained her courage and pulled it down, reaching in to close her fingers around his erection pulling it free from his pants. He groaned.
"Wow," she admired his cock. It was a nice, as far as cocks go, he smirked.
"You're going to make me blush" he teased.
She blinked suddenly, as if coming out of a daze and looked at him shyly, seemingly unsure of what to do next.
Fuck it, he thought. Just fuck it.
He propped himself up on an elbow and then reached down to pluck at her one of her hard nipples. "Why don't you ask me like a good girl?" Her eyes clouded over again. This wasn't training, but he was starting to understand what turned her on.
"Uh, can I suck your cock?"
"Surely you can do better than that?"
She blushed prettily and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Can I please suck your cock, sensei?"
He opened his sharingan eye before answering with difficulty. "Yes, you may, Sakura."
"Like this?" she asked coyly, bending over and sticking her soft pink tongue out to run it around the sensitive head, lapping up the beads of precum gathered there.
Fuck, she knew exactly what she was doing. He didn't buy the innocent act for a minute.
"Yeah, just like that baby." He reached down and laced his hand into her loose pink locks and then gently guided her mouth down his long neglected length. She ran her tongue over the vein on the underside and smirked up at him.
"Put it in your mouth now."
"Yes, sensei," she purred. His dick jumped at hearing the title. She smiled a little before opening her lips into an oh and taking his throbbing member into the wet heat of her mouth.
His head rolled back and he hissed, "Ffffffffuuuckkk, Sakura."
She hummed happily and worked her mouth over his cock with practiced fluency. He watched her lips stretch around him and felt something building up deep inside. She definitely knew what she was doing.
As the tip of his cock bumped repeatedly against the back of her throat, Kakashi let go of her hair and collapsed back.
He felt the intense pressure of her throat swallowing around him then. His eyes snapped down to Sakura who was watching his face with slightly smug amusement as she worked his cock into her throat. She was playing with him.
His balls pulled up tight and he could feel a monster of an orgasm coming.
She sensed it too, making to pull back off him.
His hand shot down onto the top of her head and he held her there as his hips thrust up into her hot mouth.
"Swallow it," he commanded.
Her eyes twinkled at him as she pressed her tongue flat against the underside of his thrusting cock. He came, hard. So fucking hard.
Fuck.
When his vision returned she was kneeling there completely naked and wiping her mouth against the back of her hand.
"You're so hot when you come, sensei," she said with complete seriousness. Kakashi felt his poor dick twitch.
He weakly held his arms open and the little vixen crawled back into them happily, snuggling into his chest.
"Thank you Sakura. That was perfect," his voice came out husky and low.
She giggled charmingly. "Any time."
"I suppose I should ask you how you learned to be so good at that?"
"I suppose you could," she laughed anxiously.
"But on the other hand, I probably don't want to know."
"You probably don't," she smiled.
They laid together for a long while in calm silence, listening to the clock tick on the wall.
"I should go," she said sleepily.
"Ah," he answered noncommittally.
She unwound herself from him and scooted off the bed gingerly, her ass still burning. He watched her go, unsure what this feeling swirling in his chest was.
Somewhat shyly, she scooped up her skirt off the floor and turned away from him as she pulled it on followed by her shirt. The reminder that she wasn't wearing any underwear set his blood burning hot again.
Kakashi got up as well and quickly tucked his hardening cock back into his pants. For lack of anything better to do, he gathered up his rope off the floor, tossed it onto the coffee table, and flipped off the swing arm lamp, leaving them once again bathed in a half-light.
Sakura bent over to slip on her shoes and the sight of her bare thighs in her short skirt made him stiffen and step closer to her.
She turned to him and smiled unsurely. "I feel like I should say thank you or something. Is that weird?"
He reached out and ran a hand down her arm, leaving goose bumps in its wake.
"Don't worry about weird. We're well past that now."
She smiled sincerely. "I guess so."
His hand went down to her delicate wrist and he circled his fingers around it and held it. "I'm on a mission tomorrow."
"Oh?" she looked a little disappointed.
"To touch base with the broker."
A short streak of anxiety flashed across her face, but then it was gone.
"It should only take a day."
"All right."
He stepped forward then and held her in place by her wrist as his other hand ran up under her skirt to the inside of her thigh right below her bare pussy.
She bit her lip.
"Until I get back, no bra."
"What?"
"Don't wear a bra," his hand squeezed her thigh possessively. "I'll send someone to check."
She looked up at him like she wanted to argue, but then simply nodded. "Okay, Kakashi-sensei."
He released her then and stepped back. "Okay."
A/N: Thanks for reading. I hope it was worth the (8 year) wait. There is more coming very soon, I promise. Reviewers will get spankings from Kakashi-sensei. Non-reviewers will be DENIED.