A/N: Sorry about the late update, I was busy and had writers block. Also, Shout out to Ifleana for the first review *hands out virtual cookie*.

WARNING: This chapter contains sex, abuse and fowl language, if you don't like that sort of stuff please jump down to the bottom for a short summery on what happened in the chapter. You all have been warned.


Commitment


Madara walked back into his room later that afternoon to find Irene asleep in the corner. Frowning he looked around at the clothes, belongings and other items that littered the room. Going over to Irene her grabbed her and forced her to stand up and wake up. "What the fuck did you do to my room?!" He yelled at her with his sharingan blazing. "You're forgetting this is also my room, I-" Irene said only to get slammed into the wall from a punch. Looking up she saw a completely different Madara from before, when he held her in his arms. This Madara looked like he wanted to crush her.

Madara bent down to where she laid on the floor. "Why the fuck are you crying? If you want to cry I'll give you something to cry about." He said as he grabbed her hair and forced her up and over to the bed were he proceeded to tie her down after stripping her of her clothing. From there he grabbed a whip that he had in his nightstand and started whipping her white globes making them turn an angry red.

"It hurts…..stop it…." That's all Irene could think as the small strips of leather beat her pale skin. For the first few moment she held in her screams but when the whipping became harder and faster she let her voice go, along with her tears. "Stop your fuckin crying woman!" Madara yelled at her as the whipping intensified. Suddenly the whipping stopped.

Looking up he saw Izuna holding his brother arm that held the whip back. "Stay out of this Izuna" Madara growled. "And let you whip her to death? Don't you think this is enough? She's supposed to be your wife Madara, not some pet." Izuna said frowning taking the whip out of Madara's hand. Madara's eyes showed that he wanted to crush Izuna, but he couldn't, he would never hurt his little brother. "Do what you want with her" Madara said simply before storming out of the room.

Sighing Izuna looked over at the battered woman lying on the bed. "He has a bad temper, you should simply know this…yet you test his patience." Izuna said untying her. "I don't want to be here, so what better way than to get him so pissed at me he's begging for a devoice?" Irene said sitting up in pain. Izuna sighed and picked up a kimono off of the floor and tossed it to her. "Madara isn't one to do that, he'll kill you before that ever happens" He said. "So be it" Irene replied sliding the silky material over her slim battered body.

Madara paced around his office. That woman wasn't even here a day and already she was trying his patience. He couldn't let this get out to the clansmen either. While the Uchiha men were worriers they was also gentlemen to their wives. Madara suddenly smashed his tea cup into the wall. Maybe he could send some of the Uchiha women to get her settled into her new life…no, they'll see the whip marks that he just created on the womans body. "I have to say, I never saw you that harsh before to anyone." Izuna said from the now open window. "Is there a reason why you're here?" Madara asked glaring at his younger brother. Izuna got up from his position on the window still and handed his brother a scroll. "You might want to read this…." He said as his smile faded away.

Madara sighed as he walked into his room later that night. Wanting to avoid Irene he busied himself in his office the remainder of the day. Walking in he noticed everything picked up and a small huddle in the farthest corner from the door and the bed. Walking over he watched as his future wife laid in the corner with a loose kimono on. He could see the angry red marks where the whip has landed on her delicate skin, the marks where he'd hit the same spot several times and make her bleed.

Gently the Uchiha picked up the fragile girl and carry her to the bed and laid her under the covers. Sighing he watched her gentle breathing, the peaceful look on her face despite the face she was covered with whip marks. Taking his shirt off he crawled into bed next to her careful not to touch her.

Madara watched Irene sleep, he did care if it seemed stalkerish, He watched the gentle rising and falling of her chest, the peaceful look on her face that showed him that in sleep it was the only way to escape him and her fate of living here. Looking back at her skin he felt a knot in his stomach. The angry red whip marks, the dried blood that had surfaced, the bruises that had started to already form underneath her porcelain skin. Wait, no, he can't be feeling guilty for doing this to a woman, He's Madara Uchiha, the fearless, heartless leader of Uchiha clan. He can't be turning soft just from this woman that the elders and her father demanded he marry. He figured that she would be ready for an arranged marriage. What her father had done wasn't uncommon, if fact, Madara wouldn't be surprised if her arranged his other two children's marriages. Although, he would never admit this, he had been interested in why people called his eldest daughter the "Beauty of the Land". He now understood why she had received that title. Her long soft brown hair, aqua green eyes, soft, warm full lips, and a body that made every man turn his had to watch her walk pass.

Without realizing what he was doing he slowly kissed her lips as his erection started to throb more. Silently cursing he was stuck when the girl turned and curled up to him. Looking down he watched the girl that he earlier beaten almost to the point of death. Having her body pressed up against his didn't help his situation at all as the throbbing continued to get worst. He wanted to fuck her right now, he wanted to tear off their clothes and fuck her until she woke up screaming his name.

Little did Madara know that Irene was now awake but just laid there hoping he wasn't going to beat on her again. Looking down he saw the bulge in his pants of his throbbing erection that was confined in his pants. She did know what overcame her but she wanted to rip his pants off and let him have his way with her. "I can tell you're awake." A deep voice said in her ear. Looking up Irene looked at Madara's sharp face. It was a face that would make anyone fall in love with him. "Tell me, do you want it?" He asked as his warm breath sent goose bumps down Irene's skin. She didn't know if he could tell she was blushing but from the sudden movement of his hands she was soon told he did. Before she could react Madara had flipped them both over and rid them of clothing. Irene blushed harder even know she didn't know why. He had seen her naked before, when she was to drunk to realize what was going on and they had sex.

Madara looked down at the woman beneath him. He could feel the heat radiating off of her blush as he took in her body once again. Her perfect globes that was still red and sore, her toned body and fit perfectly to his, and last, her womanhood that was leaking with precum. He knew he had to control himself to prevent from hurting her more. He ran his hand down her stomach and stopping right about her wet pussy. "Do you want it?" He asked again as his thumb mad little circles on her skin. Smirking he watched as she jerked from the touch and whined from the lack of penetration. "Tell me and I'll give it to you." He said smirking slowing his thumb down. "Yes….I want it….please….give it to me…" she whined trying to get him to at least move his thumb again. "Where do you want it?" He asked smirking more. Irene blushed more, she couldn't believe that this man was making her say such perverted things while torturing her. "In my pussy….please….put your dick in my pussy." She said breathing heavily.

Satisfied with her answer he removed his hand completely and positioned himself at her entrance. Slowly entering her Madara looked down at his lover as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. She was his, they both knew it. Slamming the rest of his length into her he was satisfied hearing the yelp she made from his sudden movement. Slowly at first the Uchiha started thrusting into her. Moaning Irene tightened her grip on him with her arms.

With a sudden flip Madara had make Irene top him and start bouncing. Moaning Irene bounced at the man under her watched her breast bounce to the pounding. "haha….Mada….hahaha….please…." She said looking at him with eyes full of lust. "Please what?" He asked smirking. "Please….make me cum….let me get pregnant with your baby" She said as she put her hand on his chest to keep herself up. Flipping them against Madara starting pounding into the woman faster.

Minutes later Irene laid on Madara's chest sound asleep. Smirking the Uchiha watched his beauty sleep. He knew what was waiting for him the next morning when she woke up and found herself wrapped in his arms, are so he thought.


A/N (summery): Madara had found Irene had trashed their room and stripped and whipped her. Izuna heard her cries and interfered before she'd die or something. After spending the rest of the day apart from her he went back to find the room picked up but she was sleeping in the corner. After carrying her to the bed she woke up. Soon after the made hot steamy love.