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This story is a dark stalker romance with extreme dubious situations.
Please proceed with caution.
Itachi
I stare at my handiwork with a smile on my face.
Or maybe, it's a sneer.
All I know is that when my little Petal comes home today, a different type of surprise will be waiting for her.
The cats roam around me, touching the metal and feeling it up. They need to stay out when my plan comes into play.
My phone vibrates, and I curse under my breath when I see Tobirama's name.
"Itachi Akatsuki."
"How far are you?" There's no pause whatsoever. No, 'How is it going?'. Not that I would expect that from Tobirama —he's all about his personal gain and business.
"Tracking him down. He's working in one of the companies downtown. I need information about employers."
"And? I can't see why this is taking you so long. You have the Senju name and that will get you any information you need."
"Not all. Some companies have strict policies."
"Then fucking torture the information out of them."
"On it."
"You only have days before I take the matter into my hands."
The line goes dead.
The thing about the employer is true. From what Chiyo mentioned, Sakumo clearly works in the city, and he's hidden enough to go unnoticed, which could mean he's either working for the Senju or the Senju's allies. The best ploy to be hidden from an enemy is to sneak into their compound.
But that's as much as I have.
I might have been slacking because of the maddening obsession with my little Petal. Or because deep down, I have no interest in slaughtering Sakumo.
The sooner I find him, the sooner he's dead.
If it comes to his life versus mine, it's definitely going to be his.
The locks turns and my muscles tighten with a different type of emotions —anticipation, fucking thrill.
I drop the phone into my jacket pocket as I tiptoe to the entrance.
The cats run toward the door, mewling and asking for attention. I gave them food so they wouldn't interfere tonight.
"How have you been, guys? I missed you so much." My little Petal hunches over to scratch under their jaws, her voice is soft and small.
My dick hardens, throbbing with arousal, and I don't bother to readjust it, letting it revel in anticipation at what's about to go down.
My little Petal doesn't notice me as I slowly creep behind her. I'm so quiet, even the cats don't pay me attention, focusing on the petting they're getting.
She rises to her feet. "Today was busy, I feel so exhausted and could use a bath and —"
Her words cut off when I wrap a hand around her mouth from behind, my chest gluing to her back until my hard cock nuzzles against her ass.
And yes, I'm already naked.
A muffled groan slips from her mouth as she struggles against me. Her bag falls to the ground, its contents spilling on the floor causing the cats to escape in different directions.
My other hand yanks both her arms behind her back, binding them by the wrists. My voice is low and threatening as I whisper in her ear, "Good evening, Pet."
A shudder goes through her body and sweat sticks her hair to her nape. For a second, her eyes light up with a sick type of pleasure. If I reached under her jeans, I'm sure she'd soak my fingers.
But that's not for now.
She goes back to struggling, wiggling sideways and groaning. It's her kink, the fight, the knowledge that she has nowhere to go even if she tried.
"The more you do that," I murmur against the shell of her ear as I thrust my hips, letting my cock nestle against her jeans. "The harder I'll get for you, the more merciless I'll fuck you, the dirtier I'll break you."
Her mouth trembles against my hand, but instead of submitting like a good Pet, she chooses the other road, the one where I promised I'll fuck her hard and merciless.
The fight in her tiny limbs heightens tenfold and her back arches as she tries to free her hands, to kick me, scratch me.
"Good girl," I say, and I could swear a soft moan escapes her.
Using my hold on her mouth and wrists, I pull her to the middle of the living room. Her feet drag on the wooden floor as she tries to push me off, to deny that she doesn't like this.
"You know, the more you talk to other men in front of me, the crueler I become about owning you. But perhaps that's what you want, my pet." I remove my hand from her mouth and release her hair, letting the pink strands fall to her shoulders before I push them to one side.
"N-no," she pants, her head tilting slightly. "Why do you keep doing this, Itachi?"
"Doing what? Making your fantasies come true?"
"Fucking with me, invading my space."
"None of this would've happened if you weren't with that fucker yesterday. You know how crazy I get when someone touches you, you know I'm capable of cold-blooded murder, and yet you still fucking provoke me." I curl her strands against my hand in a fist and tug her back by it so her flushed face is completely focused on mine. "You're a tease, aren't you, Pet?"
"I-I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, you will. When I'm done with you tonight, you won't think about any other man but me. You'll be begging for my cock and you won't get it."
Her breath hitches as I direct her head to my handiwork. A small metal cage sits in the corner. It will barely fit her, but it'll be the perfect punishment for her.
The way her body trembles is enough evidence that deep down, in the corners of her soul, she's curious about this. She wants to know how it feels.
"You know what that is?" I lick the shell of her ear before I bite down on it, eliciting a whimper from her.
"Don't," her voice is pleading, scared.
Good.
"Don't what?"
"Don't do this." Her eyes dart between me and the cage.
"It feels better than watching it on those porn sites. I can promise you that, Pet."
Her cheeks redden, shamed by her fantasies.
"Stop talking about that." Her voice is spooked as if she were caught sinning by a priest.
"You don't have to hide yourself from me. You're all mine, the good and the dark and the fucked up."
Even her anxiety attacks are mine. Everything about her is.
I push her head down against the sofa, making sure the cage is in view. When she orgasms, I want her to know what the end is going to be. It won't be a fairytale with a happy ever after, it'll be a cage with cold metal. I want her to think about all her fantasies and realize they're nothing compared to what I can do to her.
With her knees on the ground and her upper body leaning against the couch, I hold her down with my fist on her hair and release her wrists.
She doesn't fight as I expect her to. Well, well. My little Petal is eager for this.
Her nails dig into the sofa, waiting for the inevitable, or probably excited for it.
One way to find out.
I yank down her jeans and panties then throw them away. Her pale ass comes into view, still a little bruised from the other night's spanking. I bring my hand down on it again, to make sure she always has my marks on her. She cries out, her nails sinking into the couch.
Her arousal coats the air and I inhale it in with a smirk on my lips. "What turns you on, Pet?" I grab her ass cheek then hit it again, relishing in the sting of flesh against flesh. "The spanking?" I thrust two fingers inside her wet cunt. "The pain?" I release her and rip her blouse and bra off her. "The fucking helplessness?"
She's panting so hard, her full tits crush back against the couch as she lies her head on the leather, her cheeks red.
"Answer me." I pull her back by the hair, so she's tilted in my direction.
"Just do it, Itachi." her body is coated with perspiration, anticipation, and the excitement of the unknown.
"Not until you answer. What turns you on, Pet?"
"You." The word falls from her lips like a prayer.
I almost shoot my load over her ass there and then.
Fuck. It's a simple word and yet it fucks me up like no other.
"Me?" I ask.
"Yes, you. I wouldn't have been this turned on if it was someone else. It's not about the fantasy." She draws an involuntary breath. "It's about the person fulfilling the fantasy. You."
Me.
I slam inside her in one rough go and she screams. Just like that, she fucking comes by penetration alone. That's a new level even for her.
My little Petal was so stimulated, she only needed a touch to detonate.
"You're mine, Pet." I fist my hand around her hair and pull her by it. "Don't act like you aren't. Don't fucking let others close to what I own."
She's still coming down when I pull out, cutting off her orgasm.
"W-what? Why did you stop?"
"Because you don't get my cock after what you did." It was a spur of the moment thing anyway. I wasn't supposed to fuck her at all tonight, but after she said those words, I lost control.
Which is becoming my modus operandi around this woman.
I slap her ass again and she yelps, a soft sob tearing from her lips.
She doesn't tell me to stop though. If anything, her ass wiggles in my direction.
Kneeling behind her, I pull her cheeks apart and thrust my tongue against her swollen cunt.
She bucks off and I slap her ass. "Don't move."
Her fingers go back to helplessly clutch the sofa as I lap my tongue against her slit, her juices coat my lips as I thrust it inside, tongue-fucking her, owning her.
She tries to wiggle against me, demanding to continue her earlier release, but I slap her ass twice and she immediately stops.
"You want more, Pet?"
"Yes, yes…"
"Then maybe you shouldn't let others close to what's mine."
"I won't... I promise."
"You promise, huh?"
"Yes, please, Itachi. Please."
Those words, the begging, my name on her trembling lips is my encouragement. I tease her clit with my thumb as I thrust my fingers harder and more mercilessly into her hot pussy.
She convulses all around me, her slick wetness coating my fingers as she comes. Her moan is muffled against the couch, her nails digging into the material as if it's a lifeline. Like she's falling, and I'll be the only one who catches her or lets her drop. Which is true.
I don't stop as she comes down from her orgasm. My tongue and fingers take turns in thrusting in and out of her until she moans again, this time it's tired, but it's not less wanton.
"Stop, stop!" she cries, trying to push off the couch, but I pin her in place on the ground and wrench another orgasm out of her with my tongue.
It's quicker this time. Her body is so used to my touch, she's easily stimulated, easily brought to the heights of pleasure.
Easily mine.
Fucking mine.
By the third orgasm, she's sobbing, tears streaking down her cheeks. I stand up and she lies slumped on the couch sideways. Her hands are limp by her sides, her tits are coated with sweat, and her nipples are hard like pebbles.
But the look in her eyes, fuck, the look in those gems.
She stares up at me with a half-lidded gaze, utterly satisfied, a little scared, but satisfied.
She's still sniffling from the force of her orgasms. Her entire body is flushed red, and her hair sticks to her nape with sweat.
And then she does something. My little Petal turns around and pulls her body up so she's sitting on the ground and opens her legs. It's the slightest opening, but it's enough to give me a full fucking view of the glistening pussy I devoured seconds ago.
She glances at my hard cock, bites her lower lip then looks away, cheeks coated in crimson.
Fuck me.
It's her way to ask me to fuck her. She's stimulated to the point she begged me to stop, but she still wants me to fuck her.
"Look at me."
She slowly does and I wipe my mouth, making her watch me run my tongue over the evidence of her arousal.
My little Petal's lips part and she never breaks eye contact.
"You want my cock inside you, Pet?"
She says nothing, seemingly entranced by how I lick her off me.
"Answer and I might consider it." I make a show of sucking on the fingers that were inside her.
"I d-do."
"Say it."
"I-I want your cock."
"Where?"
"Inside me." She lowers her gaze. "I want you inside me."
"Even when you're sore?"
"Y-yes." She's ashamed of that, but she can't stop it, even if she wants to.
My hand runs up and down my length and her eyes follow my every movement with longing —deep, fatal and out of control.
"Too bad you don't deserve it after going in the hospital with Lee when I was right there."
Her green eyes snap to mine, a slight furrow between her brows.
"You have an objection, Pet?"
She bites her lower lip but says nothing.
"You think you deserve being fucked after that stunt with the nurse?"
"Itachi…" she whispers and trails off before saying it's not fair.
"Get on your hands and knees."
She gives me a quizzical look, her eyes never leaving my cock as I pump it up and down in an angry rhythm.
A second passes before she sucks in an audible breath and falls to her knees, trembling and spent, but still so fucking beautiful.
"Crawl to the cage."
"W-what?"
"You heard me."
"But—"
"Crawl." The word is firm and non-negotiable.
Her lower lip trembles, but she does as she's told, only stopping to watch me angrily tugging on my dick.
It's demanding her heat, to use her, to be with her, but this is her punishment. She'll suffer even if I have to be tortured, too.
My little Petal stops in front of the open door and stares up at me. Her gaze is innocent, almost too innocent. It reminds me of someone, but who?
"Inside."
"I won't fit in there," she murmurs.
"Yes, you will. Bend your knees."
She does as she's told until she's safely tucked inside, holding her knees to her chest.
"Close it." I stand in front of her.
Her trembling fingers latch onto the door and she pulls it closed.
I tug harder and faster on my dick as I watch her, vulnerable, naked, and all fucking mine.
"I could've fucked you tonight," I groan with the anger I feel.
"Then do it."
"No. You made a mistake."
"Itachi, please." She stares between me and my dick, seeing that I'm close.
"Open your legs and your mouth."
She complies, a sliver of excitement on her face.
"Are you mine, Pet?"
"I-I am."
"Repeat it."
"I'm yours."
"Just mine?"
"Just yours."
I come then.
My shoulders and ass tighten with the force of my release. My cum splatters through the bars of the cage, covers her mouth, lips, tits and drips down her legs.
She's marked and all mine.
Her eyes draw downward with obvious disappointment even though she licks her lips —licks me.
I reach through the bars and smear my cum over her mouth then thrust two fingers inside, making her suck them.
When they're clean, she releases the digits with a pop.
"Good girl."
"I hate you." A tear slides down her cheek as she trembles with unfinished lust. "I hate you so much."
"I hate you, too, my pet."
I just don't know when our hate started to morph into something entirely different.