I DO NOT OWN NARUTO
Neji sat in a pose of meditation on the bed in his cell. His mind as usual, was on the whereabouts of his treacherous fiancée. She had rocked his world with her betrayal, and he still couldn't believe that she would have the courage and audacity to do such a thing to him. He had been so sure that he had her under his complete control, but she had proven that he still had a lot of work to do before he broke her to his will.
And he would do it, as soon as his contacts on the outside found her. He was bidding his time sitting in jail. He could escape anytime he wanted, but for now it suited him to stay where he was at, letting the authorities think that they had won, that they had broken him. He let his thoughts wander back to Hinata, and what he would do to her when he had her back.
His erection grew as he mentally traced her naked body tied down to a bed, her mouth filled with a ball gag, and her beautiful eyes looking at him with fear shining in them. He could almost feel the whip in his hand as he imagined striking her over and over, watching her creamy skin become covered in red stripes, as her body arched up in pain with each successive strike of the leather biting into her flesh.
Neji's hand crept down into his pants as his fantasy caused him to lengthen and swell, his cock aching. He stroked himself as he imagined throwing the whip away and crawling up onto the bed to bathe each welt with his tongue, before fisting her generous breasts, squeezing them roughly before gentling, and sucking her nipples lovingly. The dark haired man breathed harshly as he pumped his fist, excitement taking him over as he continued his fantasy. He would take out the gag, and listen to her sobs as she begged him for forgiveness. Then he would thrust into her mouth, forcing her to take every inch until he came down her throat. He could see it all clearly, having acted it out before in real life. The feel of her hot wet mouth around him, the press of breasts against his buttocks were he sat on her chest, the taste of the tears he would lick off her face when he was done.
His moans filled the cell as he worked his dick harder, excited by memories of past sessions with his lovely cousin. This time, he wouldn't let her off so easy. He would turn her over, and beat her until she bled, then take her from behind, christening that sweet little ass of hers. He had never entered her there, showing her the respect that he had never given his other women. But she had lost her right to that respect when she testified against him. Neji growled with anger and arousal as he imagined what it would feel like to thrust into her tight hole. After he came inside her there, he would fuck her tight pussy until he came again. Over and over, he would fill her with his essence until she learned one and for all who she belonged to.
Neji's back arched, and his come shot out of his engorged dick. He kept pumping until every drop was out and he went limp. He laid back on the bunk after changing into clean clothes and washing his hands. Oh yes, he would enjoy retraining her. By the time he was done with her, she would never betray him again. And if she did, he would kill the bitch himself.