When the Dog has his Day
Kiba stepped behind the kunoichi who was currently standing in his bedroom, totally naked and incredibly appealing. Playing absently with the length of black fabric in his hand, he admired her bare backside, an alluring landscape of soft curves and tones muscle, a landscape he had nearly memorized through the heated touches of wandering fingertips.
"It's your turn to wear the blindfold tonight," he growled against her neck, his hot breath stirring the short pink strands too short to cover the pale skin of her nape.
Sakura shivered as he pressed a chaste kiss to her exposed shoulder before placing the dark fabric over her eyes and tying it snuggly behind her head. The dim room before Sakura's eyes suddenly went black as he obscured her vision, and she tried to use her other senses to compensate for the loss. She could hear him behind her, breath slightly ragged with lust. She could smell his scent, a spicy combination of woods, earth and musk, and feel his body heat washing over her back. He was very close to her, but not quite touching, and she held her breath in anticipation, waiting to see what he would do next. Tonight, Kiba was in control and if she obeyed, he would reward her with unbelievable pleasure. He always did.
He placed one broad hand over her stomach, pressing her back into him and she gasped as hot skin met with skin, his touch burning deliciously as something hard pressed against her ass. He was already ready for her, and his caresses were so arousing, that Sakura knew it wouldn't be long before her body was primed as well.
"I've been thinking about bending you over and taking you all day," he rasped against her shoulder, his other hand falling over her breast where he squeezed gently, molding the supple flesh in his palm.
Sakura moaned, not caring how needy she sounded. There was something about Kiba, something primal and dark, something in the way he could handle her so roughly but still take the greatest care not to hurt her, that made her hotter than any other man ever had. His voice alone, dark and deep and full of promises of forbidden pleasure, made her ache in a way that only a man could fill.
Fortunately for her, Kiba was quite good at satisfying.
The hand on her stomach wandered to her abandoned breast, joining in massaging and squeezing, occasionally plucking at hard nipples. He smirked in carnal delight when she moaned and arched for him, her ass pressing against his throbbing erection as her thighs rubbed together restlessly.
His sensitive nose was already detecting the tell tale scent of her desire, the exotic bouquet that intoxicated like a drug. He hadn't done more than tease her breasts and she was already so hot for him, rubbing against him in the most maddening way.
He slid his hands to her hips and pressed forward, urging her to move. Sakura obeyed, allowing him to guide her in her blindness until her thighs bumped against his mattress. A hand on her back, pressing her down told her exactly what he wanted, and with a smile she bent at the waist for him, spreading her legs and bracing her hands on the bed. Being robbed of her sight only heightened the anticipation as she waited, her body offered wholly to the shinobi behind her.
"Mmm," Kiba growled, running his hands from her hips to the firm globes of her rear. "I love your ass Sakura."
To show his appreciation, he lifted his hand to bring it down in a light smack against her toned cheek, chuckling when the motion extracted a gasp from her. Her scent immediately intensified, confirming that a little spanking only turned on the pink haired kunoichi more. He hadn't even touched her where she truly craved it but he was certain she was ready, even with minimal foreplay.
Gripping her ass to hold her steady, Kiba positioned himself behind her, letting his hard length slip between her legs to the place she was spread wide. Immediately, he came in contact with slick, burning flesh and he groaned as he began to slide back and forth over soaked folds.
"You must want it bad to already be this wet," he growled and Sakura moaned in agreement.
"If you know I want it bad then what are you waiting for?" she panted, and Kiba had to smirk at her quick retort even in her lusty haze.
His amused expression was quickly wiped away when she shifted beneath him, pressing back as she forced his cock to slide inside her right where she needed it.
"Oh fuck," he groaned, baring his teeth and exposing sharp canines as feminine walls immediately pulsed around him, welcoming his length with exquisite heat and liquid tightness.
Sakura let out a breathy sound that might have been a giggle if the feeling of being penetrated hadn't made her feel so damn good. She loved how he felt inside her, so thick and hard, filling up the aching void that her arousal had created in her.
"You naughty little vixen," he growled playfully, recovering from the initial ecstasy of entering her. "Isn't it my night to be in charge?"
His teasing tone still held dark, dangerous notes that made Sakura shiver pleasurably. She half hoped to be punished for her disobedience and decided to test how far she could push him.
"If you're going to take charge than do it," she purred, wriggling her hips around in a way that made him growl behind her. "Or do I have to do all the work around here."
Their playful fight for dominance, while sexy as hell, aroused primal instincts within the animalistic shinobi. He tightened his grip on her hips, stilling her movements as he drew back only to surge forward roughly and impale her deep. Sakura cried out in pleasure and surprise and trembled when he repeated the action, his tight grasp on her making sure she remained motionless as he slammed into her with slow, deep strokes.
"Is this what you want?" Kiba smirked, delighting in every impassioned cry that left her lips. "You want me to fuck you deep and hard?"
"Oh yeah," the kunoichi panted. "Don't stop. Fuck me hard!"
Kiba chuckled, knowing that despite her refined demeanor at the hospital, Sakura had one of the dirtiest mouths of any woman he had ever been with. Some of the things she said in bed would make a lesser man blush, but Kiba, not to be outdone, replied with equally scandalous phrases, and was pleased to discover that the dirtier he spoke, the wetter she got.
He began to pull her hips back toward him to meet every thrust as he increased his speed, flesh slapping wetly against flesh as he filled her over and over. The sounds were accompanied by a beautiful chorus of feminine moans and whimpers so sexy that Kiba felt himself throb within her due to her voice alone. In bed, she was reckless, so irresistibly lost to their passion that the fanged shinobi sometimes wondered if this was really the same woman who treated people's illnesses with cool, clinical composure.
"You like it from behind, don't you?" he growled, his breath coming in short pants with the exertion of pumping into her. "Your tight little pussy likes getting fucked hard doesn't it? It wants more."
"Fuck yeah," she moaned, the sensation of his hard shaft massaging her slick walls amplified by the fact she could see nothing but the blackness covering her eyes. "Give me more, baby. Ride me hard."
Kiba allowed one hand to leave her ass in favor of gathering pink locks off the back of her neck and holding them in a ponytail in his fist. With firm pressure, he pulled, tipping her head back as he continued to pound into her tight hole. A stream of moans and dirty explicatives confirmed that Sakura liked what he was doing, her small hands gripping the edge of the bed to brace herself against his powerful thrusts.
"You like when I pull your hair?" Kiba crooned darkly. "You're fucking sexy, bent over like this."
Too far gone to form a coherent response, Sakura simply let out another deep moan, collapsing down to her forearms and burying her face in the covers.
"You're taking my cock like a good little slut," he continued, words broken by his harsh breaths. "You love it when I pound your wet pussy hard. You're gonna come aren't you? Come all over my cock you horny bitch."
"Fuuuck," Sakura cried, the sheets doing little to muffle her moans. She could feel the pressure in her core winding tighter, feminine muscles contracting as he rocked against her mercilessly. If she hadn't been so amazingly wet and aroused, his tough treatment would have been painful. As it was, she would probably find herself quite sore tomorrow.
Sensing she was close, Kiba gripped both her shoulders, hauling her upwards and making her back bow as he continued to thrust with animalistic intensity, his own release rushing up fast.
"Oh fuck yeah Kiba, just like that. I'm gonna come," she moaned, her voice easily heard over the squeaky protests of the bedsprings and the wet squelch of his cock slamming into her cunt. "I'm gonna come! Oh god yes, I'm coming!"
Kiba hissed as he felt her pussy clamp down on him with the incredible tightness that always came with her orgasm. She was shaking head to toe, moaning and writhing but he held her shoulders firmly as he continued to pound into her, her body sucking him back in every time he tried to pull out, milking his own release from him."
The dark haired shinobi could only muster a few more thrusts before he erupted inside her, his balls contracting sharply as he spurted his seed. He bit down on the juncture of her neck and shoulder, muffling his own passionate cry as fangs sunk into tender flesh. The coppery taste of blood was sweet on his tongue, his predatory instincts taking over as he satiated his lust within her, filling her up with his essence until finally, they both collapsed, half on the bed with trembling legs tangled together on the floor.
Sakura continued to shiver, pinned under Kiba's weight as he lazily licked at the wound he had inflicted, soothing it with soft caresses of his tongue until it stopped bleeding.
After a while, he rolled off of her and helped her climb fully onto the bed where he enveloped her in his arms, tugging off the blindfold and nuzzling her tenderly as she basked in the afterglow.
"That was amazing," she sighed contentedly. "I love it when you take charge."
"And I love how dirty you are," Kiba replied with a chuckle, leaning into her touch as she brought a hand up to trace the crimson tattoo on his cheek. "It's sexy when you talk like that."
Sakura giggled, rolling her eyes.
"Maybe I should dress in leather and put you on a leash, you bad dog. You're way too turned on by dirty talk."
While she had only spoken in jest, Kiba's eyes had suddenly gone very wide.
"Do you actually own leather?" he asked hopefully.
"Just this one outfit I had to wear on a mission. The corset never fit me quite right but it served its purpose I guess…wait, Kiba? I was kidding. I wouldn't—"
"Wear it tomorrow," the fanged shinobi begged, his eyes so bright that if he had had a tail it almost certainly would have been wagging.
"But Kiba…"
"Please?"
Sakura inwardly groaned. If anyone had puppy dog eyes down to an art, it was Kiba, and damn it, she couldn't bring herself to say no. Who knew where their bedroom activities would lead tomorrow once she threw a leather corset into the mix.
