A Different Kind Of Torture

Sakura pulled away instantly, eyes wide. Did Itachi Uchiha, the Itachi Uchiha, actually just kiss her!? "What the hell are you doing?"

Itachi kept a firm grip on her hand. "Be careful, my little Konoichi. Remember our bargain?"

Heat rose up in her cheeks. "I agreed to torture, Itachi. I didn't say you could fucking kiss me!"

"And I do not believe I asked. As I said, there are many forms of torture, and I am practiced in a wide variety of them." His other hand abruptly found hers, and locked it up exactly like the other. He brought her arms unwillingly above her against the wall, and replaced both of her tiny hands into one of his larger ones. Without her chakra, there was simply nothing she could do to pull away. "You have already agreed. If you protest to anything I do to you, you will lose our bet and be forced to aid us. Next time, you should look more closely into your bets, and think of all possibilities."

Sakura was trapped, and she knew it. Damn that sly bastard. She would simply have to brave through it. Besides, what was a few kisses?

A second later, the shinobi realized that she had underestimated the situation again. She suddenly felt a warm hand running down her waist and over her hip, soothing and heating her skin. A shiver ran up her spine as his hand continued to trail down her delicate form.

Again, his mouth found hers, only this time, his tongue searched for entrance. She kept her mouth clamped shut, until his roaming hand found her chest. The moment his fingers brushed the tip of her breast, she gasped, allowing him entrance. He ranged around, seeming to acquaint every part of her mouth with his tongue.

Instead of leaving her chest the moment he gained access to her mouth, he latched on. Itachi gently massaged her breast as she struggled to stay completely still. Her body ached. She had never been touched so by a man in her life. If she tried to break free, he would take that as a sign of defeat, and Sakura Haruno was not defeated so easily.

As if reading her mind, his hand suddenly came off. Sakura couldn't even give off a sigh of relief, because she abruptly felt a sharp edge touch her throat. Before she could wonder what Itachi was planning to do with a knife, her shirt suddenly tore in two, right between her breasts.

Sakura let out another gasp as his hand cupped her exposed chest. As his lips fell away from hers, he sent her a look, as if he was reminding her what would happen if she tried to pull away. His face lowered until he was forced to up at her. His hand left her breast and she found it covering her mouth. Before she could even comprehend why the two had swapped, she felt Itachi's lips clamp over her hardened nipple.

The shinobi let out a light moan into his hand as he continued to suck, ever so lightly on her. Every so often he would switch over to the other side, giving each breast the same attention. His tongue swirled around her, leaving thin wet trails in it's wake. It sent hot waves crashing over her body, and into lower regions. She could feel herself pulsate with need. What was he doing to her? She didn't want him to continue what he was doing, but her body kept telling her otherwise.

His mouth suddenly lowered, leaving butterfly kisses as he trailed down the valley between her breasts, to her abdomen, and to her navel. Both of her hands were now free, yet they stayed where he had placed them. She was too distracted by the crazy, yet intoxicating, things he was doing with his lips to even notice when his hands came down to encircle her waist.

As he reached her navel, his tongue circled, then dipped dangerously in. Another rush of heat ran over her being. She wanted him to stop. She needed him to stop. If he didn't, she wasn't sure she could handle it. Sakura was so lost in his touch, his kisses. He was doing things to her that she didn't even think possible.

His hands suddenly gripped the edges of her dark pants and pulled hard, causing a shocked sound to emit from Sakura's mouth as they fell to her knees. The moment his hand reached for her, his finger brushed her, Sakura pulled back. This was too far.

"Stop..."

And he rained back, a smirk planted very gracefully on his features. She had muttered it without even thinking... and she had lost the bet.

"I'll be back tonight with our guest." He started as he made his way to the door. Her torn clothes the only evidence of his actions. "I suggest you rest until then, my little Konoichi." The door slammed closed, and he was gone.

...

Sakura stood where Itachi had left her, completely stiff, her eyes locked on the door. Before she could help it, a lone tear trailed down her face. What had she done? There was no way anything she had ever been taught could have prepared her for this.

With a sudden spout of anger, Sakura wiped away the tear with the back of her hand. As her arm lowered, she noticed a slight tremor. She was shaking. How the hell could he have affected her in such a way?

The shinobi slowly pulled her pants back to where they were supposed to be, trying, and failing, to forget the warm feeling that tingled through her body. She hated him. Hated that he could use her so easily. But most of all, she hated that look. That satisfied smirk, like she had reacted exactly as he had expected her to.

After shedding the torn shirt, a horrible realization came to her. While Itachi had cut her shirt, he had also sliced through the only bra she had with her.

A fresh wave of heat rushed to her cheeks as she pulled a dark shirt over her exposed chest. Simply because she wasn't the 'largest' out of all the female shinobi in Konoha, did not mean that she didn't require some sort of binding.

God, she was going to fucking kill him...

A/N

Okay! Well... that was quite fun to write:) AND NO! HE DID NOT RAPE HER!! Just so you know, lolz.

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