"I went to check on the kids and they weren't in their rooms so I figured they'd be in bed with Ino because that's what they do when they get scared."

Shikamaru sat at Itachi's kitchen table hunched over a trash can. He wiped the corner of his mouth with a wet cloth Itachi had gave him, removing the vomit off the corner of his mouth. He chugged another glass of water before he Continued.

"The door was locked. I knocked and screamed like ten times before I ran my shoulder into the door. And, And…"

Itachi leaned against his white granite counter top, crossed his arms, and was listening quietly with his eyes closed. "I know what comes next. You needn't say it."

Shikamaru Clutched his head pulling his hair. His palms pressed into his eye sockets. "I'm so angry! At her! At Myself! She refused to get help. I should've been more forceful. How could she just take her own life when she has Children! Damn It! Damn it! Damn Iitt!" He slammed his fist on the table.

Itachi didn't even flinch. Instead he pressed when he should have let it go. "Is this because of Sakura?"

Shikamaru looked up at him. "EVERYTHING is because of Sakura." It must have came out as a hiss because the next thing he knew, Itachi had him on the cold tile.

"You Listen and listen good." He pressed Shikamaru harder to the floor as a warning. "Correction. Everything happened because of you dumb shits. When I had asked if Ino's depression was because of Sakura I meant just THAT. Ino. Not your whole fucking family life problems. Don't EVER put the blame on her shoulders when it was your choices that got you here in the first place." Itachi Jolted off him in a second.

Shikamaru was panting on the ground. He rolled to his side and so did his stomach. He spewed all over the white tile.

Itachi grabbed the wet clothe and threw it at his head. "I'm sorry for your loss. But you've royally pissed me off so get out. And don't say I never did you any favors."

Shikamaru slowly stumbled To his feet. Wiped his mouth one more time, and made his way towards the door. He stopped at the entrance. His back till facing Itachi. "I'm sorry man." Then the door closed.

…...

Itachi was woken by the grandfather clock. He brought his wrist to his eyes and saw that it read 10:00pm. After Shikamaru left he cleaned up his mess and threw out the trash.

He had his parents take Kian For a couple days. He needed that much time to think and put things back together. By 5pm he passed out on the leather sofa.

He Threw his arm over his eyes.

"Bad Day?"

"My EX Fiance shows up, you behaving like a teenager, Shikamaru on my door step drunk, and cleaning up after him. What do you think?"

"I think that's one shitty day."

"Sakura I'm STILL not in the mood for you."

"Ouch."

Itachi grunted and stood groggily. He took in a deep breath through his nose and exhaled slowly at the mouth. He stood like a statue, just staring at her. As usual she was in black. But she had a red corset on that had strings crisscrossing down her sides. She was doing this on purpose.

"What are you doing Sakura?"

She Leaned back and popped her hip to the side. "Nothing."

He was trying very hard to keep himself under control. She always got the best of him. Not this time. "I want you out. I'm not in the mood for games. I've played enough for the day."

"(sigh)…Can't we just fuck instead of fight for once?" She Stood watching his reaction. Nothing. "Fine. I'll leave." She turned on her heel but was pushed up against the wall. Her front was squished into the wall while Itachi's chest held her still. He held both her wrists fanned out on the wall. Sakura felt his watch biting the skin and moaned when he grinded his erection against her ass.

"You think you have all the power don't you blossom." He sucked in her ear lobe. Her response was a moan.

"You know how angry your transgressions made me?" Her pushed harder. Sakura gasped.

"No answer? Fine I Just have to FUCKING show you."

Itachi bit down on her shoulder till it drew blood. He lapped it up with his tongue as he put both her arms above her head. He was taller, so he stretched them up high and held them strong. Bringing them together he held her wrists with one hand. The other ran down her back starting at her neck. He used his nails, scratching roughly all the way down her pretty, little, corset and smacked her ass hard.

Sakura didn't know what to do. He'd never been this rough with her before. All she could do was just stand there and let him abuse her. But what's more…she LOVED it.

"Is THIS what you wanted?" He pulled at her little red strings, ripping them. Sakura's Corset was torn from her and was tossed a side. Itachi Pinched her nipple hard, twisting it in the process.

Sakura moaned and yelped. "That's…too rough. Itachi." What the hell was she doing? She had super human strength and her she was letting human strength win.

"Oh blossom this isn't rough enough. This is just the beginning of what my rage for you felt this morning." He let go of her wrists, grabbed her by the shoulders, and forcefully spun her around. Itachi put his hand on her throat still holding her against the wall. His free hand hooked under her sex and he lifted her off the ground till her breast was level with his mouth. He sucked on it gently, then rough, then gently again. Blowing on it from time to time.

Sakura's hands were around his wrist that gripped her throat. It wasn't a suffocating hold, but still it held a lot of strength. Who was this man? Itachi would never behave like this with her? And why was she enjoying this NEW Itachi more than the old? Was it because of his overwhelming strength? Power? This change…all she could do was say his name. She tried to ride his hand. Wishing that he tore her bottoms off as well. She wanted him NOW. "Itachi."

He let go of her breasts. They were swollen two sizes from normal. "Don't speak. Just Do." He put her back down and saw her starting to slide against the wall down to the ground. . He grabbed her and stood her up straight. "Don't fall to your knees. Not YET."

He slipped his index in the waist band of her black slacks. "I hate these pants." Itachi then had all eight fingers under them, and ripped, snapping the zipper. He dragged them slowly down her legs, grabbing her ankles one at a time so she could step out of them.

He was being so confusing. First He's rough then gentle? It was frustratingly delicious!

Itachi brought down her underwear and repeated the process with her pants. There she stood naked.

Sakura turned and blushed. She had never been shy before. And why the hell was he still in his clothes damn it!

"Itachi. Your still dressed." She swallowed her spit. She tried sounding confident but it still came out more shaky than she'd liked.

Itachi stood and looked down at her. "You don't listen do you?" He braced his hand on the wall as he bent down to whisper in her ear. "I will break that habit out of you. Tonight."

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the middle of the living room. Itachi placed her right in front of their dark cherry wood coffee table.

Sakura's breath hitched in anticipation. What will he do next?

"Lay down on the table. NOW."

What? Sakura did as told.

"Put your legs on either side."

"Ita…"

"Do it."

Sakura's heart raced. Beating against her rib cage. Reluctantly she did what he told her too.

The table was wide and thick. Sakura was widely spread before him. He Took off his shirt and Sakura saw a sheen of sweat. Turning her on more. The fire place wasn't on, only one dull lamp lit the room in a corner.

Itachi Walked over to her head, lifting it with his palm, and covered the top half of her face with his said garment.

Blinded now, She was sure she was wetting the table.

Itachi grabbed her wrists and put them on either corner. "Hold still just like this."

Sakura felt his presence gone but heard what she thought was the other side of the room. Sounds of drawers opening and closing was all she could make up, along with her heavy breathing.

Then he was back at her side again. Something rough kissed her wrist. Was it rope? It was. He was tying her to the table legs.

Finishing the last knot Itachi stepped back and licked his dry lips. He did a good job tying her hands. It was in a unique way, crossing over her wrists and under the table, around the legs.

"You know what I'm going to do to you Cherry Blossom?

A shiver ran all over her hot naked body. His voice did wonders on its own. She wanted him to touch her, to please her.

Itachi unzipped his pants and pulled his boxers down as well. He walked over to the woman he loved and cared for so much, and ran a single finger from the tip of her big toe, all the way up past her knee, curving over to the inside of her thigh, and over her apex.

"Hnn…Fuck Itachi. Please." Her body wracked with need.

"Shh…" His Finger slid down her pubic hair and rested on her clit. Rubbing it in slow circular motions before sliding it up and down her sex. "You never fail me Sakura."

He pulled away and let the string of her juice fall to the table. Then he dipped it inside her. Sliding it in and out like he were bushing a button over and over.

"Hahh!" Sakura's back arched. She wanted to pull her legs together but the table held them apart efficiently.

Suddenly Itachi pulled his finger out. "Taste Yourself."

He put his finger in her mouth. "Clean it off."

Sakura moaned as she sucked on his finger. Itachi grunted. "Enough." He pulled his index out abruptly. He positioned himself so he stood behind her head and put both his legs over the table like Sakura. He bent down and put his Erect member in her mouth and started to move his hips up and down.

Itachi reached over to her sex and plunged two fingers while the other braced his weight on the table. Curling and uncurling. Hitting her sweet spot each time. Sakura sucked harder.

This was too much. She was going to…

"Oh no you don't. You see Sakura I'm gonna push you and push you. But you will not come tonight love." His finger stilled inside her.

She couldn't speak because he was still thrusting. Sometimes she would feel his balls hit her nose when he went deep. How could he do that? It felt good that his fingers were still in her, but with them standing still like that…it was…ugh!

Itachi Finally pulled out of her mouth. Swinging his leg to be paired with his other as he stepped back and admired her. All sweat, sex juice, and saliva.

Sakura was lost in thought. Without a warning she felt him grab her hips, lifting her off the table, and his hot member filled her. Pounding relentlessly. Her toes no longer touched the ground as he held her strong and fast.

Itachi had his knees on the coffee table, making a steady, Hard, rhythm. He felt her walls clench and he pulled out. A little winded he spoke. "No."

"Ugh! For fuck sakes please Itachi! That's twice already!. Hmmm"

He put her legs on his shoulders and he delved his tongue inside her. Swirling it around and around, flicking the clit every now and then.

Sakura's arms started to ache. Along with her lower back because of the position. But she ignored it and focused on his tongue. Hoping that he would allow her to come. But he didn't.

He set her down and came up to her ear, biting the lobe.

"Itachi please."

"Shh…"

"No this position…it's starting to hurt. Take me to bed please. Where its more comfortable."

Itachi Pulled at his shirt un-blinding her.

Sakura squinted at the dim light and saw her tormentors face. "Plea…"

He laid his fingers on her lips. "The bed is where you get rewarded. You don't deserve that Blossom."

Sakura knitted her brows. "Care to elaborate."

"It's that attitude that gets you nowhere love. I'll let you come on one condition."

"Oh please hurry Itachi. I want you, and to get off this fucking table. Fast."

"Shh…"

Sakura shut up. Her shoulder blades where pinching now. So this is what she gets when she makes him angry. An uncomfortable fuck session that is extremely intoxicating but unrewarded.

She whispered. "Ok."

Itachi smirked. "Behave next time. Like your age."

"Yes."

Itachi placed his lips on her's for the first time that night and kissed her deeply. He put his finger back in her sex and started to do 'push the button mode' again.

Sakura moaned into his mouth. Her walls clenched and her belly tightened. He wasn't going to pull out. It took her no more that a minute to release. And small puddle of come was left on the table.

Sakura hadn't noticed but Itachi undid the rope ties while he assaulted her sex. He was good. Too good.

Stepping away from her he grabbed her hand and pulled her up. She sighed with relief as her back popped. He led her up the stairs and through his door. On habit, he closed it behind him and made his way to Sakura, forcing her to back up against the bed. "Turn around."

She flipped so she was on her stomach.

Itachi parted her legs and rammed into her without warning. The intrusion took her by surprise as he rammed her like an animal.

Itachi grabbed a lock full of pink hair and yanked her head back.

Sakura's hands braced on the bed but she soon fell to her elbows out of weakness. "Ita..I..canhhhhaahhhh…"

He knew she had come. So he let go of her hair and pounded harder, sticking his thumb up her ass. Until he finally reached his limit and released.

Itachi collapsed on her side. Both panting.

Sakura first spoke. "What was that?"

"Your punishment."

Sakura chuckled. "Shit, you should've done this sooner."

Itachi smirked. "Rougher you mean. I'll keep that in mind."

"Just…without the coffee table." Sakura smirked as Itachi chuckled.

A few moments passed by…"So you mind telling me what the hell are you…"

Sakura's face was filled in horror.