AN: This is my first attempt at a Sasori/Sakura pairing, it is pure smut
Chapter 8
Sakura's restrictions were still tight, but he had allowed for her to shower alone. This was only time, Sakura could feel at peace. The young medic couldn't believe how far she had fallen in just a matter of time; shame covered every inch of her body. How could Naruto or anyone at home love and respect her, after submitting to Sasori's kinky acts. Staring at the mirror, with the water running cold, it was hard to recognize the person staring back. Her fingertips traced the outline that reflected all her despair. The puppet master could dress his little princess in the finest silk, but deep down all she was an obedient and broken slave.
Walking into the bedroom, Sakura automatically realized the deranged jailor was missing. What caught her attention was the most beautiful arrangement of flowers she had ever seen. Each rose was perfectly bloomed and the baby's breath accented flawlessly. A small note attached, almost caused Sakura to lose her lunch. 'For Tonight, my precious princess!'
Another box was left on the bed, Sakura cautiously approached afraid it might explode. Used to all expensive gifts, the cherry nin showed no emotion all her fingertips delicately traced the outline, another dress. It was the most elaborate one yet, the bottom was made flamboyant feathers with the length longer in the back, in the back went to her knees, but the front length covered her most private areas. Sakura had the distinct impression, if she breathed wrong, everyone would see her white lacey panties. The top half was made from very thin material. The finally touch was a white corset, with a lacey black trim. The entire outfit was designed to mock her purity and that was what made Sakura upset the most.
'I just want to go home,' screamed Sakura as she threw the roses against the wall. "Naruto, Please save me, anyone!!" The young medic was lost in thought, she failed to notice the sturdy arms creep across her torso. "That was very rude, princess," snickered Sasori, "Did you not like my gifts?"
Still staring at the wall now covered in water and bits of flowers; "What is so important about tonight?"
"We will be entertaining our first guest, princess;" chuckled the missing nin as he tenderly kissed her neck working towards her right shoulder. With a blink she whispered, "Who, Sasori-sama?"
"My partner, Deidara, wants to know how I have been spending my free time." The puppet master spun around Sakura and looked her straight in the eye, "No worry, he knows not to touch what is mine."
Her inside turned to jelly at the thought of being in the company of another and to make matters worse Sakura was forced to play the part of a gracious hostess. The kunoichi in her wanted to fight, but all would incur Sasori's wrath. Last time the medic had seen him, the clay artist was trying to capture her best friend. It would take all her strength to sit politely across the table from that monster and pretend none of it ever happened.
With no fight left, Sakura mindlessly began dressing for her version of hell.
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Sasori was not the type of person who liked to be kept waiting, as usually Deidara had no sense of time. The puppet master needed to set the ground rules for tonight, and not do anything to upset his delicate lover. It still surprised him that he caved after weeks of constant nagging, he allowed Deidara to formally meet Sakura.
"Hey Danna!" clearly spoke a voice from the shadows, "So where is your little guest, I was hoping for some one-on-one time before dinner, yeah!"
"Deidara." Sasori's voice was low, but didn't lose the disapproving tone, "Sakura is my guest, and you will treat as such. Any harm to her, and will have a true discussion about how eternal art is."
His blonde counterpart seemed unfazed by the threat and continued on his merry way, "I never seen you so possessive, that girl must be one hell of a fuck!"
"Dinner starts in an hour, I'll be with Sakura until then," replied Sasori.
"This is going to be a blast," murmured Deidara, still laughing aloud.
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Sakura heard the lock clicking, signaling that her jailor had finally graced her with his dark presence. Sasori was very proud of his work; one word to describe Sakura, breath-taking. Her hair was exquisitely curled; with a small daisy headband adore the head. The dress complimented all her curves; the front exposed her creamy toned legs. After dinner, he would take the time to worship every part of her delicious body.
"You are a true work of art, Sakura;" spoke Sasori, as he gave her a short chaste kiss. For her part, Sakura went through all the motions, and leaned in to meet him halfway. "I don't have any shoes, Sasori-sama."
"Don't need shoes; we are not doing anything out of the ordinary."
"Sure, I meeting another unhinge member of the Akatsuki, just your average day in this living nightmare."
Sasori tighten his hold on her wrist, silently reprimanding his princess for her rather truthful words. "Behave yourself; I will not tolerate any disrespect this evening." The leaf nin glared at her captor, wordlessly refusing to back down. "If you are good, I will allow you to outside for the day, maybe visit a nearby village."
"Promise."
Sakura would endure this meeting; the reward was her best opportunity at escape or at least leaving dropping hints about her existent. "Lead the way, Sasori-sama."
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The walk to the dinner rooming, Sakura felt like a condemned prisoner having their last meal. Unconsciously she gripped Sasori's arm tighter, wanting him to tell her everything will be alright. Deidara was waiting for the pair, taking the time to appraise his partner's work.
"Your pet is exquisite," smirked the blonde nin as he lean in to kiss her hand. "I'll take her when you have had your fill."
Sasori shot him a warning glance; he could sense his girl's distress and this wasn't helping her relax. Sakura kept her eyes down, refusing to acknowledge his presence. The puppet master motioned for Sakura to sit at the table. "We will all keep a civil tongue at the table, understood."
"Yes, Sasori-sama;" robotically piped in Sakura.
"Whatever you say Danna?" chuckled Deidara, "You look incredibly healthily; I see Sasori has been treating you like royalty."
Sakura nodded, but kept her eyes on her plate. She kept reminding herself, to endure and she would have a chance to get even.
The rest of the meal, Sasori and Deidara argued about art and openly discussed Akatsuki business. This didn't surprised Sakura; this only proved Sasori had no intention allowing her to return to her world. The pink hair captive sat in silently ignoring most of conversation.
"I'm feeling tired, may I be excused Sasori-sama."
"Yes, I will be there shortly."
"There is something else, I didn't want to mention in front of your pretty little guest." Deidara voice had a slight serious tone. "Her team mates are getting closer; they will find this place within the week."
Sasori showed no emotion, he had been tracking her team for some time, "It doesn't matter, I will not give her up so easily."
"Pride before the fall, the Kyuubi container is a stubborn thing. He would give his life for her."
Wordlessly Sasori left the room; he had more important matters to deal with.
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Sasori stood in the door way, watching Sakura as she removed the pins in her hair. "Here, let me help you out of this dress." No words were spoken as Sasori unfastened the top of her corset, and stripped off her skirt. Sakura was relieved to breathe normal again, that piece of clothing had better constricting her airwaves for most of the night and hindered her appetite. Like always, the pink haired medic was left standing in the middle of the room, in just her white undergarments.
"I going to enjoy tonight, now kiss me."
She rose on her toes, not shy about rubbing her breasts against his muscular chest, brushing her tongue across his lips. The puppet master gave a small chuckle, "You can do better than that, show me you deserve to be outside."
Not backing down, Sakura wound her arms around his neck and pressed her body closer to her captor. The kiss was deeper than anything before, pushing her tongue into every inch of Sasori's mouth. "So much better," responded Sasori as he picked his precious lover and gently laid her on the bed.
Sakura gasped as she felt his hardness press against her body, this man's sexual appetite was never one hundred percent satisfied. He got off on how much he could coax Sakura into doing willingly. His hands held her firmly against him, as he continued to show his domination. He trailed wet, molten kisses down her neck and throat, licking her collarbone, marking his usually spots. He only paused to rip away her bra, releasing her perky aroused breast. Sakura bit her lip, trying to control her responses as Sasori's tongues circled her nipples.
"Undress me, now;" ordered the missing nin.
Overcome by desire, Sakura eagerly complied with his orders. "Perfect;" happy with how submissive Sakura had become.
He cupped her breast in the palm of his hand and stroked her nipple, rolling it firmly between his thumb and finger watching as Sakura sensual sucked the fingers of his other hand.
This time was different was Sakura had finally surrendered herself to him. He wanted to draw this out as long as possible. The kunoichi showed no resistance as his hands traced her inner thigh, removing her last piece of clothing. Her eyes watched with anticipation as Sasori insert his index finger into her wet folds. His movements were incredible slow, taking the time to savor every moan that was escaping Sakura's lips.
Wasting no time, Sasori pushed his member inside her completely focused on Sakura's needs and wants. His strokes were unhurried, working Sakura into a deep frenzy, as she clutched his shoulders from support. He slipped his hands under her buttocks and rocked her hips upward and slid home even further, as his eyes closed with pleasure.
With every stroke, Sakura felt a pleasure so sweet, and held on tighter and tighter lost in her own lust. She couldn't handle the triumphant smile slowly spread across lips as she closed her eyes. Picking up the pace, Sasori moved faster and harder than before. He cupped her breast in the palm of his hand and stroked her nipple, rolling it firmly between his thumb and finger as he listened to her shocked gasps of pleasure.
They finally came together with one final, deep thrust and then burst together over the rocks of their passion. Sakura could feel a hot, sticky wetness pulsing inside her trickling down her inner thighs.
When his spasms finally ended, Sasori withdrew from her, and kissed her softly. "It is time, we marry." Just like that, the puppet master blew the candles leaving a baffled Sakura in completely in the dark.
AN: I am a terrible person for not updating so long, but my stupid gateway kept crashing. I had to rewrite this story a couple of time!! Thanks to all those review, I still can't believe I had over 30 reviews for the last chapter alone!!
Thanks;
Rae