Hi everyone!

Some of you were worried that I was not going to write this story anymore. I hope this new chapter assuages that fear. I just had a little bit of writer's block, but now we're back in business. I do apologize for leaving you all on a cliffhanger for so long, but this chapter had a hard time coming to me. Anyways, it's a little longer than usual to make up for my absence. Just for future reference, as evidenced by my story Sweet Cinnamon and Honey, if a story is discontinued I will explicitly say so in the summary. But don't worry about it with this one!

NOTE: Explicit material will be marked if you wish to skip it.

7

-Trickery and Lies-

Despite the fact that Madara was her best chance for at least saving her otou-san's job, when Sakura woke up the next morning she was not at all in the mood for seeing him. She wasted the day away wallowing in self-pity and watching bad soap opera reruns.

When six came around, Sakura reluctantly dragged herself off the couch and went to her room to get ready. She hadn't so much as changed out of her pajamas since waking up and her hair was a rumpled mess. She soaked in her shower for as long as time would allow, pretending that the water washing over her face wasn't mingling with hopeless tears and the little sobs that escaped her were just bad attempts at singing.

When she finally got out of the shower, she only had fifteen minutes to be ready, depending on how prompt Madara was going to be when picking her up. She put on a decently flattering amount of makeup, nothing more than she would put on when she was trying to impress Sasuke, and dressed herself in a pretty olive green sundress. She was, after all, going to be asking Madara for a huge favor and doing a little extra to perhaps please might make him more amenable to helping her. When she thought about what she was doing she burned a little with shame, but so much was at stake here that she was willing to make this tiny exception to her normally staunch morals.

Slipping on some comfortable black heels, she grabbed her purse and heading to the front of her apartment. It occurred to her that she had never given Madara her address and unease flickered though her. He hadn't asked and she had no way to call him so that he would know where to find her. Sakura went downstairs and waited at the front of her apartment, keeping her cellphone close so that when he called she could give him directions.

However, at exactly 7:05, a black Lamborghini pulled up front from of where she was sitting and the front window rolled down, revealing Madara to be sitting in the front seat. Smiling in relief, she waved and approached the car.

It didn't occur to her that he shouldn't have known where her apartment was when she hadn't informed him.

Carefully stepping out onto the busy street, she opened the door to the passenger seat and let herself in. "Hey," she said with a small smile as she buckled herself up. She'd only been in a car a few times before, since Japan had such strict laws regarding cars. It wasn't surprising that someone of Madara's status would be allowed to own and drive a car, though. "I was worried you wouldn't know where to go."

"Your address was on your volunteer paperwork," he told her as he smoothly pulled out into traffic. Sakura nodded to herself. She should have thought of that.

"So, where are we going?" she asked tentatively after a short silence. She tried not to think about how awkward this was, sitting in a car with one of the richest and most powerful men in Japan and going on a date—albeit a strictly friendly date—with him.

"It's still a surprise," he said with a secretive smirk. She laughed, an equal mix of nervousness and amusement.

"And am I underdressed?" she prodded.

His eyes averted from the road to her form, but he gave nothing more than a cursory glance rather than lingering. "Not at all," he said. "It's a rather casual place, if I do say so myself."

"Good," she replied. "I'm not exactly as well off as you are, so I don't have a lot of formal wear in my closet."

There was a contemplative look on his face that begged her to ask what he was thinking about, but he spoke before she could question him. "I'm sure you will be some day," he said softly, almost as if he was speaking to himself.

She laughed and waved her hands in a negative. "No, no, I don't think so. It would be kind of hard to compare to the Uchiha Madara-sama, don't you think?"

He smirked. "I wouldn't know."

Conversation flowed amicably after that. It was only when they entered a very wealthy neighborhood that Sakura started to internally wonder where, exactly, they were going. However, afraid of being rude, she didn't question him further.

Eventually they pulled to a stop at a grandiose but very traditional house. Madara parked in the driveway and then got out of the car. Sakura started to get out herself, but Madara beat her to opening up the door. Still uneasy at their destination—it looked an awful lot more like a house than a restaurant—she unbuckled herself and stepped out.

"Where are we?" she asked as she followed him up the front steps.

"My home," he said simply, punctuating the statement by pulling out his keys and unlocking the door.

A pit settled in Sakura's stomach. Something this intimate was not what she had bargained for. She had expected, at most, a private reservation in a very posh restaurant, but definitely not…this.

Frowning, she followed him inside and slipped off her shoes at the entry. It was too late to back out now. Besides, she was certain that he would respect the fact that she had a boyfriend who was related to him. He was a good man and she knew that for certain with how kindly he had treated her. It would be outrageous if he did anything that would make her uncomfortable—he went to so many lengths to help her that it simply wouldn't make sense if he did something uncouth.

"Ano…" she started as he led her through a hallway towards what she presumed to be the dining room. "I wasn't exactly expecting this."

"Don't feel uncomfortable," he said kindly. "I was only trying to respect your wishes. If we were seen out in public together without anyone else present, the media would immediately make our relationship to be more than it actually is. Since you are with Sasuke, I assumed that you would prefer to stay out of the spotlight I seem to frequently inhabit."

Suddenly, everything made sense. It was true—if she was seen out on a date with Madara in public, the media would immediately assume that she was at the very least sleeping with him. Sasuke would certainly not take well to that, even though he knew about the 'date.' He hadn't been entirely comfortable with it, but in the end he agreed that Madara wouldn't do anything dishonorable and to turn him down would be a bad thing after everything the man had done for her.

Feeling much better now, especially since Madara had been so kind as to let her come to his home just so that she wouldn't get press attention that she didn't want, Sakura relaxed and sat down at the low table in the dining room across from him.

"I guess you have someone cook for you?" she asked as they got comfortable.

"Yes. His name is Tomino Usaki and he used to work at Akimichi's. I hired him before he planned to retire and now I suppose he likes the pay enough to keep at it," Madara explained. "Actually, if you'll give me one moment, I'll be right back."

"Oh, of course," Sakura acquiesced. Madara stood and left through a nearby back door, apparently where the kitchen was situated. He was only gone a few moments, but when he came back he was followed by a rather elderly man who carried two wine glasses filled with red wine on a tray.

"Usaki-san, this is my…acquaintance, Haruno Sakura," Madara introduced.

Usaki smiled gently as he set down the glasses. "How nice to meet you, Haruno-san."

"You as well, Tomino-san," she said, returning the smile.

Usaki smiled. "Oh, Usaki is just fine. I'm a rather informal man in my old age." He chuckled lightly. "I do hope you enjoy the wine. Uchiha-sama opened one of the oldest bottles just for you."

Sakura hadn't been planning to drink when the wine when it was first offered, but now that she knew Madara had gone to such lengths for her-yet again—she felt she couldn't very well deny him. "Of course, Usaki-san. I've never had red wine before, though."

"Don't knock it 'til you try it," Usaki-san said encouragingly. It was somewhat strange hearing an older man speak so informally, but Sakura found she rather like his casualness.

"I'm sure Sakura will find it enjoyable," Madara said, taking a sip of his own wine. "When will the rest of the food be ready?" he inquired politely.

"Oh, just give it ten minutes," Usaki replied. "I'll be right out with it as soon as it's done."

"Thank you, Usaki-san," Sakura told him, picking up her wine glass and sniffing it lightly before taking a sip.

She felt the bittersweet liquid warm immediately as it slid down her throat. There was the slightest tingling feeling as she took another sip, but she ignored it in favor of savoring the flavor.

"Wow," she said with a light laugh. "This is really good."

Madara smirked and there seemed to be a rather…satisfied look in his eyes as he did so. "Have as much as you want, but I'm going to cut you off before you inebriate yourself."

Sakura shook her head. "I promise I won't go overboard."

Madara began to ask her about school and it was then that Sakura remembered she had something very important to talk to him about.

"Actually, Madara-sama, I'm having a bit of difficulty right now." He raised his eyebrows inquisitively. "You know how you gave my otou-san that promotion? Well, right now he's on probation and they're thinking of letting him go entirely."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Madara replied. When he didn't offer anything else, she forged her way forward.

"I was hoping that perhaps you could try to investigate the matter," she went on. "I hope it's not too much to ask and I don't want to be an inconvenience, but right now our bank has frozen our accounts and our complex is threatening to evict us and I can't go to school because my scholarship fund was at the bank and they won't let me touch it and-"

"Calm down, Sakura-san," Madara said, placing his hand over hers. "I would gladly help you in any way that I can. I can't say for certain that I can do anything about the bank or your school, but I can certainly look into why Hatake-san is on probation. I'm afraid that's the only problem you have that's in my jurisdiction."

"Oh, thank you," she sighed. Sakura felt herself deflate. "I'm so sorry for dumping all that on you. It's come on so suddenly and I just…I just don't know what to do."

He looked at her a little too closely. "I'm sure a solution will come to you in time," he said knowingly and Sakura wondered why he sounded so confident about the mess that was her life. Then again, Madara was still something of a mystery to her. He might know more than he let on.

At that moment, the food arrived. Sakura had already drank more than half her wine and after bringing in their food, Usaki refilled her glass. She thanked him and then more light-hearted conversation ensued as they ate their meal.

After her second glass of wine, Sakura was starting to feel rather flushed. When Madara's hand brushed hers when they both reached for the salt, a very pleasurable jolt shot through her. She blushed when he looked at her curiously and then went back to eating.

By the time they were finished eating, Sakura's lower abdomen was aching in the strangest of ways. It wasn't necessarily a bad ache, she noticed, and she supposed that perhaps it was the effects of the wine. She had never been much of a drinker even before she turned twenty—just because it was illegal to do so didn't mean she hadn't experimented with Naruto and Sasuke.

Dessert came out after the dinner plates were cleared from the table, but Sakura wasn't hungry anymore. She couldn't really identify what she was feeling because it was so subtle, but she knew she wanted…something.

"I'm not feeling too well," she admitted to Madara when Usaki returned to the kitchen.

Madara was immediately concerned. "Would you like to lay down?"

Sakura hesitated for a moment. "Yeah, that might be nice. But I should probably get going soon, too."

"Of course. Here, let's go to the living room. Let me speak to Usaki for a moment."

While Madara was gone, Sakura absently rubbed her stomach, trying to soothe the pain before realizing that the ache was actually coming a little lower than her stomach. As if entranced, she rubbed lower and lower until she pinpointed the spot, but then she experimentally went a little lower.

She jolted when her hand briefly grazed her nether regions through the dress. That was…that was…

Sakura gasped. For some strange reason, she was throbbing with arousal. Maybe it was the wine? No alcohol had ever made her so sensitive.

Madara returned. "Usaki-san is concerned that perhaps the fish was a little undercooked. It would be best to let you lay down for a moment before I take you home."

Sakura nodded, but she knew now that it wasn't undercooked fish that was causing this strange problem. Madara offered his hand to help her up, apparently thinking that she was in so much pain that she would need help, and without thinking she took his hand.

Somehow, the touch aroused her more so. Ignoring it, she followed him into the living room. She was acutely aware of the hand that was guiding her by the small of her back. She could feel an embarrassing stickiness between her thighs and she wondered if, after she went home, she should tell Sasuke to come over. He could certainly help her with this…problem.

Madara let her lay down on the couch. "Would you like a blanket or anything?" he asked.

"No, I'm fine," she replied absently. "I'm just going to close my eyes for a minute and then I should probably head home."

"Very well. I truly apologize for dinner not sitting well with you," he replied. "I'll be right back."

-begin explicit content-

After Madara's footsteps faded, Sakura closed her eyes. Without even thinking about it, her hand traveled past her navel and she started rubbing herself softly through the fabric of her underwear and dress. She stifled a moan and gently rocked her hips against her hand. She was already so aroused that she might not even need to call Sasuke. She could probably assuage the problem on her own.

Sighing softly, she continued the stimulating motion.

He watched from the corner of the room. Sakura thought he had left, but he had only gone as far as the nearest hallway. Watching her touch herself, pleasure herself, was sending blood rushing to his groin and his member was already throbbing. It was an unexpected turn of events, but not one that he was objecting to in the slightest.

She was biting her lip hard to keep her moans from escaping, but he could hear her heavy breathing. Quietly, he entered the room again and she didn't hear him do so. Standing above her, watching her move so fluidly against herself, he watched her hand move and then, kneeling, he gently pried her hand away.

She shrieked in surprise. "Wha-"

He replaced her hand with his, rubbing her firmly and persistently. There was only the slightest flash of recognition in her eyes before she let out a moan and spread her legs wider to accommodate his larger hand.

Madara could feel her dampness through her dress. The drug had worked wonders. Quickly he slipped his hand under the hem of the dress and probed her panties, which were soaked through. Sakura gasped, bucking hard against him, obviously mindless in her pleasure.

After a few deft strokes to ignite the flame further, he pushed past her panties and slipped a singular digit inside her. She moaned loudly, immediately moving in tempo with his fingers.

He was rock hard. It was torture, forcing himself to tease her, and he wanted to taste her lips. Sasori had told him that once the she had her first orgasm the drug would lessen its effect drastically, so he knew that he couldn't let this continue. Only teasing her for a moment longer, he removed his fingers and climbed on top of her.

He didn't want her first time to be in his living room on the couch, though, so after pecking her on the lips—at which she opened her eyes at and frowned in confusion—he lifted her into his arms and quickly carried her to his bedroom.

"Madara?" she asked quietly. He noted that she had forgotten the honorific. "Madara, where are we going?" Then, she seemed to come out of the drug-induced haze for a moment. "I need to go home."

"Shh," he told her, all but kicking open the door to his room. He barely made the effort to close it and set her on the bed before swiftly following her.

He spread her thighs with his knees and grinded against her. Brought back into the drug induced haze, she moaned and wrapped her legs around his pelvis, offering herself to him. He pressed his lips to hers and she opened her mouth willing, tangling their tongues together in a passionate dance.

Madara now knew that the only way to keep Sakura willing would be to keep her aroused as possible without orgasm. He continued to grind against her while slowly unbuttoning his pants. It had pleased him immensely when he noticed that she wore a dress that night because it was just one less obstacle to reaching his goal.

Suddenly, however, she was thrusting harder and faster against him and Sakura was moaning loudly into his mouth. She reached a crescendo rapidly without even needed penetration. With his trousers and boxers both removed, he could feel her warm heat wash over him. Their bodies were so close that he could feel her abdomen flexing against him.

Sakura sighed and pulled away from him, laying there limply and breathing heavily. He cursed under his breath. She had already orgasmed and now the drug would not be as effective. Nonetheless, she was wet and ready for his size, even though he imagined adjusting to him would be painful for her.

Suddenly, Sakura's eyes shot opened. "Oh my god," she whispered. "Oh my god." She sat up abruptly and he immediately felt the loss of her heat. "Oh my god! What happened?" she demanded, more to herself than anything. She made eye contact with him. "Oh, no. No, no, no."

She made to flee and he yanked her pack pinning her down to the bed, growling darkly. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Madara-sama, this is a huge mistake," she said. "I don't know what happened, but I-"

He silenced her with a kiss and because of the lingering effects of the drug, after a moment she began to kiss him back. Not having any more patience and hoping that this wouldn't turn into rape, he ripped the dress off her body. Before she could protest, he ripped off her bra as well and began to suckle her right breast harshly.

She moaned and bucked against him, but she was started to sound more hesitant now. "Madara-sama," she moaned. "Please…this is wr-wrong." She groaned and bucked her hips against him.

"No, it certainly is not," he replied. Pinning her down with one hand and kissing her passionately once more, he began to remove his shirt to throw it in the pile of clothing already accumulated on the ground by the bed.

She pulled away from the kiss. "No," she said, a little more strongly. "I-I have to go. I have to call—Sasuke!"

Sakura had obviously just remembered that she was very much being unfaithful to her boyfriend at the moment. However, he'd come too far to let her leave now.

"Sasuke can wait," he said, taking her wrists and pinning them above her head. She struggling valiantly, the effects of the drug mostly gone and what was still there was overpowered by the memory of her boyfriend.

"Madara-sama, no!" she yelled. "No, stop!"

"Not now," he replied harshly, forcing her into another kiss and spreading her thighs at their junction. He brushed against her and she screamed into his mouth, bucking her hips to evade him. Shifting his hands so that one could encompass both of her wrists, he gripped her waist to force her in place. Then he was probing her.

Madara noticed vaguely that she was crying, as evidenced by the salty wetness on her face. He pulled his lips from hers and she screamed. "Stop! Stop this now! Stop this right now!" She twisted and turned but it was too late.

Having found her opening, he quickly sheathed himself inside her and grunted at the feeling of her tightness. Simultaneously, she shrieked, soon after letting out a ragged sob.

It was a shame that it turned out this way, but feeling her walls clenching tightly around him was more than worth it.

Sakura was beside herself. It all made sense now; the sudden arousal, Madara's insistence that she lay down before leaving, and now the fact that he was raping her.

He had drugged her. No wonder she had felt tingly after the wine.

Madara was moving slowly inside her, groaning as though he was in some kind of extremely pleasurable pain, and even though she was aroused enough to let him slide in, she felt stretched and too full, not to mention the ache from where he'd broken her barrier.

Oh god. Sasuke would know now that she had had sex with someone else—when he'd touched her there the other day, he had commented on the fact that she was still a virgin.

Hot tears streamed down her cheeks and she sobbed weakly. Madara was moving faster now and she whimpered as her filled her to the brim, occasionally hitting her cervix.

"Please, Madara, stop," she begged, struggling weakly against his grip. "Please," she let out a ragged sob, "please stop."

"Shh," was all he said and he thrust against her more roughly. His grunts and groans of pleasure filled the room, mixing with her sobs and whimpers, creating the disgusting melody of rape.

Eventually she numbed out and simply lay there, letting him take her the way he wanted to. The deed was already done, anyway—she'd already been irrevocably violated. What did it matter if she got away now? She vaguely remembered that her clothing had been ripped off her body and she was at least five miles from home.

Suddenly his thrusts were erratic and even harder than before. She whimpered at the increase of pain and then felt hot, wet warmth filling her.

He had come inside of her. She let out a harsh cry of despair.

-explicit content end-

Madara eventually pulled out of her and kissed her. She could only cry.

"Please," she whispered as he pulled away. "Please, take me home."

"This is your home now," he murmured.

Her teary eyes opened. "What? No," she objected weakly. "I don't even…what are you talking about? Take me home!"

Madara brushed some stray strands of hair to the side of her face. She flinched at his touch and he frowned, but eventually answered, "You've commented more than once about how powerful I am. Out of all the people in Japan, who do you think has the power to make someone's life fall apart in a single day?"

It took a moment to process before her body found strength once more. "No!" she shrieked. He had released her wrists and she shoved at him violently. However, he caught her hands and stilled them. "How could you-? What kind of-? How?"

Why would he do something like that? He had been so kind to her all this time…what would motivate him to hurt her like this? Was everything…was everything a lie?

He ignored her question. "You will marry me if you want anything to be fixed." His voice was malicious now and dark in a way she could never have imagined him speaking. "Your bank accounts will remain frozen. You and your beloved 'otou-san'," he said the title mockingly and with a sneer, "will be forever homeless. And Hatake will never find another job in his life. You have no choice—you will marry me."

Sakura stared at him in shock, trying to process what he was telling her and failing. Then, as she became overwhelmed with the information and her brain had short-circuited, she fell into darkness.

Well, Madara is pretty much a master at being a sneaky bastard. Quite the smooth talker, isn't he?

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