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This story is a dark stalker romance with extreme dubious situations.

Please proceed with caution.

Sakura

It's the middle of the night when there's a knock on the door.

I groan at my stiff limbs, rubbing my eyes.

"Who the fuck is that?" Itachi demands, and I shrug, still sleepy and uncomfortable in my cage.

"Let me go check," I mutter just as the person on the other side of the door begins talking.

"Saku, are you in there? It's me, Lee."

I exchange a glance with Itachi, and he presses a finger to his lips, motioning for me to stay quiet.

"I'll get rid of him," I whisper.

"No, you won't." He grits out the words, opening the cage and dragging me out, and an excited yelp leaves my lips. "I'm dealing with this fucker once and for fucking all. He's crossed the last strike. He's done."

"Don't hurt him," I warn, but it's the last few words I get out, because the next moment,Itachi swipes my panties up off the floor and shoves them in my mouth. They're dripping wet with my juices, and I flush as he drags me to the bedroom and handcuffs me back to the bed.

"Behave," he pats my cheek, and my heart races as he heads for the door.

He leaves the bedroom door open, so I get to listen to the whole conversation, though I can't see Lee from where I'm splayed out on the bed.

"Can I help you?" Itachi's voice booms from the hallway.

"Umm... Who are you? Oh," I hear Lee say.

"I think I should ask you the same. What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Checking on Saku." Lee's voice is defensive. "I just want to make sure she's okay."

"She's doing just fine," Itachi bites out. "Now, can I help you with something? Like getting your ass the fuck out of here?"

"Excuse me," Lee huffs. "I don't appreciate being talked to like that. I only want the best for Saku and I truly don't think you're it."

The sound of Itachi's laughter fills the hallway as I struggle against the handcuffs. I don't even know whether I want Lee to help or not. A part of me wants this. Wants to be Itachi's willing captive. Another part is desperate to break free, and I still don't know which one is winning.

"I think I'll be the judge of that," Itachi says coolly. "Or better yet, Saku will. I'm sure you can check in with her at work, she'll tell you just how much she's fucking loving having me around."

"You're sick," Lee tells him. "I know you're doing something messed up to her in there. I'm going to come back with the cops if you don't stop."

"Are you threatening me?" I can feel Itachi's rage all the way down the hallway, and it makes me shiver and fear for Lee.

"Yes, I am," Lee pipes up. He's either the bravest or the stupidest man alive, and I really hope he's smart enough not to come back here, because Itachi is probably moments away from killing him. "I'm coming back in a few hours, and I'll bring my friend who works for the police."

"Try me," Itachi grits out. "Just try me. Because I'm going to make you wish you were never fucking born."

I blink faster and faster, praying Lee just leaves.

"You're a terrible man," he finally mutters, and I hear the sound of retreating footsteps. "Awful, horrible man."

"You better run," Itachi laughs before closing the door, locking it, and walking back into my bedroom. "Did you hear that, Pet? You have a knight in shining armor trying to save you from the big bad wolf. Think he can take me?"

I struggle against the cuffs, glaring at him, still unable to speak because of the panties he's stuffed into my mouth. But Itachi pays me no mind, ignoring my struggles.

"You know you'll never be free, don't you, Petal?"

My eyes grow wider as I stare at him, huffing against my panties.

"I'm not going to let you go. I know you keep worrying your pretty little head about it, Pet, but there's really nothing you can do or say that will make me stop. I'm always going to be the shadow following your every footstep. I'll never let you go. You'll never be free again."

A lone tear slips down my cheek as I listen to him go on, helpless in the position he's forced me into.

"By the time that loser drags his ass back here with the cops," Itachi muses. "I'll have you ready to tell them anything I want to hear from your lips. That's how it works, isn't it, Petal? You'll do any-fucking-thing for me, because you just can't help yourself. You're a little whore at the core, and nothing I can do is going to change it."

I let out a scream but it comes out muffled because of my gag. I thrash against the cuffs to no avail.

"Maybe if you admit to what a fucking slut you are, I'll spare you some embarrassment," Itachi says. "If you beg hard enough. How about that, Petal? You think you can beg for me?"

I keep glaring at him, and he smirks before yanking my panties from my mouth. Spit dribbles down my chin and I stare at him with hatred.

But I don't scream, and it makes him chuckle. He knew I wasn't going to. That I was too under his messed-up influence to worry about what was right and what was wrong.

"Answer me, Pet. Are you going to beg for me?"

"Fuck you," I spit out.

Before the second word is out of my mouth, I wince, knowing what's going to happen next. And Itachi doesn't disappoint. With a low chuckle, he slaps my pussy, making me yelp.

"Stop it!"

"Only when you beg," he hisses. "Beg, pretty Petal. Fucking beg for me."

"Never."

"You keep lying to us both. We both know you'll be asking for more before that loser gets back here. You'll do fucking anything."

"Fuck you," I say again, weaker this time.

"All I have to do is toy with this..." He slaps me again, making me gasp as he tickles my clit with his pointer finger. "See, look how much your pretty cunt loves that. She wants all the attention. And you want to come now, don't you, pretty Petal?"

"N-No," I manage, though my body is already threatening to erupt into waves of pleasure.

"No?" He sticks three fingers inside me without warning and I mewl with embarrassment, realizing how wet I am for him. Itachi notices too, chuckling when he feels my pussy tighten around his intrusive fingers. "You're not going to beg me? Not even when I'm asking so nicely?"

I shake my head and he sneers at me.

"What if your orgasm depends on it? What if I don't let you come unless you beg me for it?"

"P-Please." Shame burns my cheeks. How easily I gave up. How simple it was for me to break my own rules and do everything he tells me.

"That's the right attitude, little Pet. Come on, I know you can give me more. Keep asking for it."

He finger-fucks me relentlessly and my body twists on top of the pillows, demanding the release he's keeping away from me.

"Please, Ita, please..."

"Please what?"

"Please let me have it," I breathe. "Just one, a little one, I want it so bad, fucking please."

"No." He pauses and I cry out loud. I want the friction of his fingers going in and out of me, fucking me the way I deserve it. "No, you can't have it. Keep begging for it, slut."

"Itachi, please, I'm begging you, please, let me come one time, just one time, I'll make it so good for you."

"For me?" He laughs with dark amusement. "How are you going to make it good for me?"

"I'll be loud." The words are spilling from my lips, fast. "I'll be so loud and so good and so obedient, I'll do anything you say."

His fingers start fucking me again and I keep on talking, promising him anything and everything under the sun.

"Please, Ita. Please, anything you want, you can have it."

"Just for one orgasm? Anything I want?"

"Y-Yes." I stare at him angrily, but it doesn't stop the torrent of words falling from my lips. "Anything. Now fucking please. Just... just let me come."

"You can come after you talk to your friend." Itachi pulls his fingers out of me and I moan as he puts them in front of my lips. "Suck, Petal. Suck yourself off me."

Desperately, my lips wrap around his fingers and I look into his eyes as I lick my juices off his hand.

"That's right, you little slut. That's what I want. A broken, desperate girl eager to do anything her owner wants. For one orgasm. Just one. Maybe I'll deny you after. Maybe I won't let you come for a while. For now, you stay nice and dripping for me. Stay right on that edge, right where you're supposed to be."

I cry out and he presses a finger against my lips, warning me to stay quiet.

"Remember what you promised me, Petal?"

"Y-Y-Yes."

"No coming before I allow it. Now, keep riding that edge for me. Keep fucking doing it, right there, so close you can taste it."

"Please!" I'm starting to sob, my body is so eager for a release. "Please, Ita! Stop fucking torturing me!"

"Never," he smirks. "Just hold it like a good girl. Grit those teeth and take it for me."

I do.

And a part of me hopes he'll never stop this.

That he'll keep me in a perpetual state of almost coming, almost there, so close I can taste the sweet release of an orgasm on the tip of my tongue, but never quite having it full. I want nothing else but to obey him. Submit to him. Be his willing slut.

I hope he never stops fucking with my head.