Naruto stepped into the quaint chamber and waited impatiently to be greeted. His two bodyguards stood behind him unobtrusively. He didn't have to wait long. Uzumaki Naruto was the president of a multibillion-dollar corporation at the extremely young age of twenty-three. His face was plastered on the news almost every day, and Chouko Watanabe was extremely flustered to have him walk into her shop early on a Saturday morning.

"Mr. Uzumaki," she murmured, bowing low. "How may I help you today?"

She watched as the well-dressed man glanced around casually. He was wearing a light blue button-down shirt and tan dress slacks. She estimated that his belt and shoes probably cost more than the diamonds in her ears.

"I am looking for a new hobby," he said, one hand patting against his leg absently. He turned towards her. "I've heard that you sell Pets here?"

She nodded. She ran a boudoir and escort service, but her real money came from selling "Pets," or human slaves. It wasn't uncommon for wealthy people to own several Pets, but she had never heard of Uzumaki owning any at all. His parents had died several years ago, and he had thrown himself into running the family business. He was never seen at parties or dating anyone, and it looked like the lonely life had finally caught up to him.

"Of course, Mr. Uzumaki. We sell only the best. I'm glad that you were referred to us. If you will please follow me?"

He nodded curtly, and she led him through a door, down a long hallway, until they reached the wing of the store that housed the current stock.

"Do you have any preferences that we should be aware of?" she asked as she seated him in a comfortable chair in the viewing area. She nodded to a servant in the room to bring tea and cakes.

He settled himself into the plush chair, shaking his head impatiently. The guards stationed themselves at the two doors leading into the room.

She sighed internally. He didn't seem very eager. She wondered if he had decided to purchase a pet on his own or if one of his associates had suggested it to him.

"None at all? Male, female, young, old, fat, thin? Blond, brunet, redhead?"

He fidgeted. "Fine: female, slightly younger than me but at least eighteen. Just show me what you have."

She looked him over once, thinking quickly, and decided to bring out three candidates. The servant arrived with the refreshments, which she noticed, he was careful to put as far away from Uzumaki as possible in order to avoid the bodyguards' harsh eyes. She pulled him aside before he could go and ordered him to bring out the young men she had chosen, one at a time. Thank goodness they had already been groomed for the day. She wasn't used to having clients this early in the morning.

After a short period, the lights in the room dimmed. The stage in the room was lit up, and the first pet was escorted out.

Ino was a fine specimen. She was eighteen years old and simply gorgeous. Long platinum blonde hair swayed behind her as she was led onto the stage, wearing only a simple, thin robe that served to highlight her body more than hide it and a collar with her establishment's tag. She had owned her for about two months, and the only reason he was still with her was that her price was so high. Few people had the resources to buy her, but Uzumaki definitely fit into that category.

She watched Uzumaki out of the corner of her eye, trying to gauge his reaction, but his face was impassive.

The servant unhooked the leash from the Pet's collar and stepped back. Ino kept her eyes lowered demurely as she undid the sash to her robe, letting the material slither to her feet and leaving him completely bare. He turned in a circle slowly once, before standing quietly on the stage waiting for further instructions.

Naruto inspected the youth in front of him, admiring her firm body and graceful form. The Pet was completely hairless on her body, and he enjoyed the sight of the submissive eyes and yielding stance. There was no denying the Pet was breathtaking, but he hesitated.

The only reason he was here was because Shikamaru and Gaara, his vice presidents at Rasengan, Inc., had bluntly told him he was losing focus. He spent way too much time in the office, and he needed to relax before he drove himself into the ground. When he would've objected, Shikamaru had shown him evidence that he was making mistakes in company numbers. Small miscalculations, true, but how much longer before they grew?

So he was supposed to take a vacation. A vacation! He hadn't taken one of those since he'd taken over the company at nineteen! Normally someone his age wouldn't be able to rise to power, but Rasengan had been completely family-owned at the time. In the four years he had been at the helm of the company, he had tripled its size and taken the company public. He still owned over sixty percent of the business, and there were no doubts about his ability to lead.

But here he was now, virtually forced out for one month. A freaking month of boredom and nervousness about his company, his baby. When he had pointed out that forced inactivity was likely to drive him mad, Gaara had suggested he buy a Pet to keep him distracted. Gaara had been considering buying a Pet of his own and had extensively researched the best establishments. Which is why he was here today.

Naruto had never planned to buy a Pet. He knew it was a commonplace practice nowadays, but he didn't have the time to own another person. It would require too much work and care. He couldn't deny he was intrigued, but he was actually a little frightened to have that much power over another person. He had certain … desires … and he didn't know if he could keep them reigned in, especially if he actually owned another person.

It was one of the reasons he didn't date much. He could control himself when having sex, but the longer he spent with someone, the more his tendencies seemed to leak out. He always kept his relationships short, and when the urge became too strong to resist, he went to an exclusive—and very expensive—club to relieve his tension.

Trips there always left him unsatisfied, however. He was physically sated, but mentally, he still craved more. It was why he had allowed himself to be convinced to buy a Pet. Maybe if he owned his own, he could find what he was looking for?

He would know by the end of the month. And if it didn't work out, he could send the Pet off to one of his estates in the country or set him free. He wasn't cruel enough to resell a pet. It was the one thing he despised about the Pet trade. Used and older pets frequently were reduced to becoming whores, unable to take care of themselves and earning money the only way they knew how.

He glanced once more at the lovely Pet in front of him before shaking his head minutely. The youth seemed to lack a certain fire, too willing to accept her fate, too submissive for his tastes. He wanted someone with fight.

The servant took the Pet back behind the stage before bringing out the next one.

This one was a pinkette, with long bangs and an abnormaly large forehead. She strutted in, her eyes staring right at Naruto boldly. Naruto just barely controlled a smile at her actions. This one was night and day from the first! He snickered internally when he heard the proprietress sigh beside him.

He watched as this one repeated the first's motions, disrobing completely. Once again, the body in front of him was infinitely desirable, strong and lithe, perfectly formed. And yet … this one wasn't what he was looking for either. He once again shook his head regretfully. Maybe this wasn't the best idea.

He was debating giving up on the whole idea when the last Pet was brought out. He stilled in his seat, completely captivated by the sight in front of him.

Lavender eyes glanced at him once before looking disinterestedly past his shoulder. Long, silky violet hair framed her face, her absolutely beautiful face. Plump, pouty lips were turned down in a barely noticeable sullen frown.

When the Pet before him disrobed and turned, Naruto let out a long breath. Pale, alabaster skin stretched over firm muscles, endlessly appealing, and suddenly, it wasn't enough to just look. He wanted more.

He spoke to the woman beside him, not taking his eyes off the Pet.

"Details?"

He could hear the barely restrained excitement in her voice as she said, "Her name is Hinata. Eighteen years old. She's been with us since she was sixteen, however, we've obeyed all guild laws and he's only been on the market since her seventeenth birthday. Her cousin sold her to us to cover family debts. She's 5'9" tall, 180 lbs. And of course, she is a virgin."

Naruto nodded absently at her words. Abruptly, he stood up. "I want to examine her. Leave us."

"Mr. Uzumaki! You know I can't do that! If you decide to not buy her, I won't be able to guarantee her virginity to the next customer!"

He spared her one exasperated glance as he stepped closer to the Pet on display. Hinata continued to look sullen and bored, ignoring the conversation around him.

"I will pay you her sales price right now if you leave us alone. If I decide to buy her, I will double her price."

"But…but…"

He cocked his head to the side, turning to her. "I've already noticed three cameras in this room alone. If I decide I don't want her, you can keep the tapes." His eyes got flinty. "If I do take her with me, you will give the tapes to me."

She nodded quickly, and he knew they were both thinking about how easily he could ruin her if he chose.

When everyone had finally left, Naruto stepped on top of the stage until he was standing right next to Hinata. The money he didn't care about, but would Hinata really be worth the time he'd need to invest?

Hinata, for her part, watched the prospective buyer keenly. It wasn't the first time someone had wanted to purchase her, but Mistress had never left her alone with one. She could feel her stomach sink even as she took in the other man's appearance.

Uzumaki was gorgeous. Three scars ran across both cheeks, but they actually seemed to add to his looks rather than detract from them. Clear blue eyes gazed down at him, getting closer and closer until they were standing right next to each other, and for a second, she thought he saw a flash of red in their depths. It made a small shiver run down her back which did not go unnoticed.

Smiling lips pulled back to reveal sharp teeth. "Hinata." It sounded like Uzumaki was testing out her name. "Hinata. Hmmm… Do you want to come home with me, little Hinata?"

She scowled. "Why would I want to go home with you ?" She knew she'd be punished for it, but she refused to play the games the buyers always seemed to want to play. She quelled a slight tinge of disappointment that the man in front of him was just like all the rest.

She waited for Uzumaki to get angry at the insult and yell, but instead, all he did was chuckle, although there was another flash of red in the deep blue eyes, and she wondered at it.

Uzumaki smiled and reached out, running one hand through Hinata's hair. "You're really like a little pet, a kitten. Do you have claws, little cat? Will you scratch me if I touch you?"

Hinata nearly growled at the mocking words, but her eyes popped open instead as Uzumaki's hand grabbed her perky breast. She tried to step back, knowing better than to actually push a buyer away, but the other man simple grabbed her arm and twisted her around, so her back was pressed into Uzumaki's chest. It effectively trapped her other arm in the process as well, and she struggled against the hard body behind her. "Let me go!"

She felt another low chuckle against his back. "Keep moving like that, and this will turn into more than just a quick demonstration." She stopped, realization sweeping through her at what the other man was implying. Uzumaki lifted his hand just long enough to lick it, and then he was reaching down again, gripping Hinata, stroking him.

He gasped, pushing his hips into the wet grip. It felt—

No one had ever done this to her before. She had masturbated in the past, but rarely, and the owner of the store made sure that all her merchandise was safely guarded. This was the first time she had ever felt someone else's touch on her body so intimately. It was so much better than her own hand, and Uzumaki seemed to know exactly what felt best, eliciting sensations that Hinata didn't know what to do with.

The humiliation at being held captive drowned under the weight of arousal, Hinata had never felt anything even close to this, and her knees threatened to buckle. As Uzumaki kept going, Hinata's breath quickened, and she bit her lip, trying to stifle the sounds that wanted to escape but not succeeding, her hips thrusting, so close to—

She gasped as Uzumaki let go and stepped back, and Hinata whirled around, snarling—

"Put this back on," Uzumaki commanded, throwing her the robe, and it was like a splash of cold water to her face. She'd let Uzumaki touch him. She'd barely fought him at all. She'd been about to demand Uzumaki keep touching him. What was he thinking?

Uzumaki waited until Hinata had angrily donned her robe, before knocking on the door Mistress had gone out of.

It opened immediately.

"I'll take her," Uzumaki said brusquely, and Hinata glared at him while Mistress smiled in delight and said she'd get everything ready.

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