Taking Care of Business

Summary: KakuSaku business AU

Kakuzu is her boss, and he is not pleased that she is continually late. Humor, smut

Kakuzu looked up from his papers as he heard the door creak open slowly. So she thought he wouldn't notice she was late? "Sir, I'm so sorry that I'm la-" "Save it."

"Your work ethic leaves much to be desired, as you're always late by at least ten minutes. Always have an excuse, don't you?"

"I-I..."

"Come here, you need to be disciplined."

His face was stony, with no emotion to be seen.

"Sir...?" Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, nose bunching up

"You'll learn the error of your ways Ms. Haruno."

Sakura nervously shuffled over to her intimidating boss. Once she was in arms reach of him, he took a harsh grip on her wrist. She let out a gasp of surprise when he pulled her into his lap. Wriggling, she tried to stand up when he tightened his grip and grunted, slightly thrusting up into her bottom.

The pinkette squeaked in shock at his possessive grasp, feeling the stiffness of the tent of his pants. "Sir?"

"Shhh... Just relax. I promise you'll enjoy yourself." Sakura settled slightly in his lap, knowing just how strong he was, plus he was unbelievably sexy. Kakuzu's wandering hands pulled at her skirt, his callouses catching on the fabric. His warm, large hands found the small zipper on the side of her skirt, tugging it down. He maneuvered her so she was standing between his legs, knees slightly bumping against the chair.

The fabric sagged slightly over her hips and her rear. Sakura quickly shed the skirt and wiggled out of her stockings clumsily, having to grab his shoulder to keep her balance. Her hands made their way to the first button on her shirt.

"Stop. Kneel."

"Excuse me?"

"I meant what I said, Haruno."

"O-okay..."

Sakura reluctantly kneeled down in front of him, looking up through her lashes.

"Suck. Me."

Hands fumbling, she pulled his zipper down, and shyly tugged down his boxers, letting his length spring free. His curly, coarse hair down below led up to a delicious treasure trail.

His member was intimidating, it was true, and she had never done this before. The tip was weeping slightly in anticipation. She gently grasped him as he sucked in a breath. Leaning forward slightly her small pink tongue came out to brush over the tip, licking off the salty, bitter liquid.

Kakuzu's hand immediately buried into her hair, plunging her mouth onto him. She tried to recoil at the unpleasant choking sensation, but he wouldn't let her. Her hands came up to grip his thighs as her head was bobbed up and down on him.

"That's the spot..." He let out a deep, satisfied groan, while Sakura's eyes gathered tears from her aching jaws. She moaned desperately, wanting air. Her sweet tongue traced the thick vein on the underside of his shaft, but he was so thick there wasn't very much room to move her tongue. Suddenly his hips jerked sporadically, hitting her gag reflex as he let loose several globs of seed down her throat. It tasted horrible.

"Swallow." He demanded darkly. His hand pushed her head down further, so it was either choke or swallow, so she let the foul liquid down her throat. He finally untangled his hand from her mane and dropped his head onto the chair, sagging from his release. Sakura coughed a bit, her airway finally free.

Strong arms wrapped around her waist, encouraging her to stand. "Lay over my lap."

Afraid to refuse him again, she gingerly bent over his knees like a naughty child. Her panties were pulled down, exposing her round, soft globes of flesh to his hungry eyes.

Rough hands smoothed over her tender flesh, then were gone. Dread settled in her tummy, predicting what was coming next. A stinging slap caused her to jolt forward and squeal at the pleasure-pain.

"Be quiet, somebody will hear us. For every noise you make, I will add one more to your punishment. Count each one, you get ten."

"Yes sir." Her eyes clenched shut.

His hand came down once more, turning her bum a pleasing shade of red. "One," she counted out, her lip trembling. His hands rained down on her sore behind as she kept track of the numbers. After every other spank, he would run his hands over her smarting skin, to soothe her. He occasionally dipped his fingers into her wetness, causing shudders of pleasure.

"Ten!" She squealed, glad the spanking was over. He pulled her upright, kissing the wet corners of her eyes as if to apologize. Kakuzu's member had seemed to come back to life, rubbing against her core.

His hips bumped hers. "Ride me." He commanded, eyes half lidded. Large hands came to grab onto her hips, steadying her as she lowered herself on him. Sakura had never been so stretched or full in her life as she sunk on to him. He was hung. Kakuzu adored how her soft, pink petals spread around his invading length, olive skin and black hair meeting pale skin and a pink thatch of curls. His cock shone with her slick arousal, plowing in and out of her.

She was constantly jolted by his harsh thrusts, getting the breath knocked out of her at every pounding of his hips. The wet slapping sound of flesh made her cheeks turn into an adorable shade of pink, her eyes hazy with pleasure. He loved the tiny noises she made, and the look on her delicate face. Her hips were rolling against his, both of them glued together in pleasure.

"Hah ahh ahh..." Her head was tossed back, sweaty locks spilling down her back. His lips latched on to the junction of of her neck and shoulder, biting and suckling on the tender flesh. He took a second to pull back and admire his handiwork. Yep, there'd definitely be a bruise there by tomorrow.

Her warm snatch was clenching around him, her strong inner muscles rippling. Kakuzu let out a pleasure filled growl. Fingers held her hips in a bruising grip, their pleasure overwhelming, both ready to climax. The chair was creaking ominously under them, but they couldn't care less. Both of them were hurtling to their ends, noises escaping their raw throats.

Collapsing forward, she let out a muffled scream in to his strong neck, jerking her hips in the aftershocks of her climax, her sheath grasping him rapidly. Sakura sagged against him, worn out. Kakuzu, however, wasn't done. He pushed her body on to his desk, the wood supporting her as he continued to fuck her. Her arms weakly curled around him, legs brushing his hips, all she could do now was hang on for the ride.

The desk wobbled under his furious, jarring thrusts, a drop of sweat trailing down his forehead at the strain. She let out pitiful whimpers at the forceful pounding, her body sore.

A few deep, sporadic thrusts signaled his orgasm as hot jets of seed plastered her insides. Kakuzu let out a primal growl at filling her up. He slumped down on her, face buried into her still clothed chest. Both were a tired, panting mess as he pulled out and away from her, though he pulled her on to his lap again to rest.

Kakuzu leaned forward to whisper, "This isn't all, you still have a lot of late days to make up to me, ." His hot breath tickling her ear.

She let out a tired moan, eyes fluttering closed.

What she didn't see though, was a rare, fond and crooked smile grace his lips, hand stroking her now wild mane.

Wow! My third lemon ever! How did I do? Review, and leave suggestions or comments!

Next chapter: SasoSaku Ancient Greece myth AU

The oracle of Ammon announced that no relief would be found until the king exposed his daughter Andromeda (Sakura) to the monster, Cetus, and so she was fastened naked to a rock on the shore. Perseus (Sasori) slew the monster and, setting her free, claimed her in marriage. Drama.