Sakura stepped into the bath, sitting with her legs crossed facing the faucet. The tub was filled a few inches, water splashing up her ankles and tickling her calves. Sasuke found her bare body to be intoxicating somehow- her purity was somehow sinful to his mind. The voice inside his heart, the deep rooted part of him that loved her so dearly wanted no part of hurting her. But there was another part of him, he knew, that he was afraid to admit to. A part of him that wondered just what kinds of facial expressions she could make if he were to break her, what kind of sounds could come out of such a sweet mouth.
He'd been having these thoughts for a few weeks now. Removing his own shirt as to not get water on it, he sat on the side of the tub behind her with a a soapy wash cloth and began scrubbing down her back. He wondered what kind of strategies he should try to break her mind with, how he'd mold her body into that of his own desire. It didn't take long for him to lose himself in thought, he was simply too entranced in how cute she would look, exhausted and sweaty and begging for his warm embrace and tender kiss. He didn't want to take away her sweet personality. He didn't want to stop her from asking him questions. He liked that about her- she was inquisitive, and he was happy to answer anything she wanted to know. She'd never attend school, she barely could read. If she had questions it was his duty to answer them. At least, that's the way he felt about it.
He was dying to kiss her again. Part of him however, insisted that he save his kisses for the second phase- he'd been taught his entire life that there were 2 parts of the second phase. The first part was the part he was dreading. Simply put, the first part was the abuse. Sure, Sakura had consented to him psychologically damaging her and tormenting her body- but abuse is still abuse. Wasn't it? Sasuke was unsure. But at this point, there was no going back. They'd already spent 5 years together. He was madly in love with her. The next few months would likely strain their relationship, but he prayed that she would endure it. The second part however, did not frighten him or upset him.
After each session, he'd been taught, he had to care for his property. Enduring such horrendous things that he'd read about was only bearable because of the second part. Every girl or boy who became someone's property needed their own kind of care. Some enjoyed being bathed, some enjoyed being romanced, and others simply needed an apology and an "I love you" to feel better. He couldn't help but wonder what might Sakura need. As he pondered the next few months of their relationship, his hands continued washing her body. He hadn't realized it, but his arms had found their way to the front of her body and were rubbing her stomach, slowly moving down to her legs. Soap dripped down her chest and her face still had the same, cute blush from when he kissed her. He snapped back to reality.
"Is something the matter?"
"N-No I... I'm just a little embarrassed." She confessed. He was too, if he were being honest. But he didn't want her to know that. He didn't want her to be embarrassed of him.
"Don't be. You're mine after all, and you're body is very cute." He said. As he complimented her however, he felt his heart pound in his chest harder and harder. Did his brother have so much trouble keeping his composure when he went through this? Regardless, he would keep it together. He saw how hard she was trying not to freak out at the advancement; so long as she could keep herself together, he would too.
He allowed her to wash her own hair, then fetched a light green towel from a rack and held it up for her. Understanding what he wanted of her, she stood up and rung the excess water from her hair, stepped out from the bath and approached him. He wrapped her up in the fuzzy towel, trapping her inside and locking his arms around her. Once again, he felt the desire to kiss her. Those pouty lips of hers were taunting him, quivering slightly from the cold air on her skin after a hot bath. He indulged himself. She kissed him back right away- though instead of a peck like before, they continued on like that for a few long moments. Her lips were soft and delicious to Sasuke, albeit a bit soapy at the moment. He wanted to take their kissing to the next step, he really really wanted to kiss her with tongue.
But he chose to wait. He pulled away, watching and enjoying as his sweet Sakura subconsciously leaned up, her mouth still slightly parted, eyes closed, as if they were still kissing. Then she opened them.
"Get some sleep. Tomorrow begins Day One." He begrudgingly let go of her and allowed her to scamper off to her own little bed, considering what tomorrow would entail. Izumi would take over all the chores again, of course. Sakura would be far too busy all day. Sasuke would have to leave her for at least an hour at a time without his company in order to get his 4 hours of schooling in- he was worried about that part. But he would push through. After all, it was for him and his Sakura.
He barely slept that night however. He tossed and turned and his mind and heart screamed to fetch Sakura. But it wasn't time yet. Once she'd finished her training, then he could get her whenever he desired. That's what he told himself. That's what he'd been told for years- don't show how much you need her until she's completely submitted to you. You're the one with the power. She is your property.
He knew that if his brother and parents knew the kinds of questions he allowed her to ask, the conversations the two of them shared behind closed doors, they'd say he was giving her more value than she deserved. He wasn't supposed to humanize her. Hell, he was supposed to do the exact opposite.
As he lay in bed, staring at his drab white ceiling, his mind continued wandering. He wondered if his love for Sakura was the same as his brother's love for Itachi. Yes, he knew Itachi adored Izumi. But he also always appeared to be looking down at her, as if they were not the same. It hadn't been until the last year that Sasuke noticed the difference in their positions, but once he saw it, he couldn't disregard it. Would he see Sakura the same way? Would his love for her change? The thought sent him into a panic. He lay there, praying to all the powers in the world, that training her to submit to him would not change their love for one another. No- he only prayed that it would make their love stronger.
It took well over an hour, but finally, he convinced himself that it would. Sakura would be fine, their love was true and they had complete trust in one another. This task, these months, they were just another way of proving that.