Chapter 12: Indulgence

His lips descended on hers after he whispered his dark promise of what was to come. She thought back to Naruto's concern over her consuming alcohol, and she realized, in this moment, he may have been right. She was fully aware of what was happening, and yet her body was succumbing to him far easier than normal. She could tell by the way he kissed he had a lot of experience. He knew exactly how much pressure to use, and the right way to use his tongue. His kiss ignited her, and if she wasn't careful, she would forget who was invoking it. When he bit her bottom lip again, that delicious heat she felt was ablaze once more. It was almost as if his technique was tailored to her specifically. Everything he did seemed designed to give her the most pleasure possible. He wasn't clumsy, or messy, and he definitely wasn't overly gentle. Unfortunately, it was becoming more and more apparent to her that her tastes weren't exactly orthodox. It figures, didn't it, because Kakashi definitely didn't handle her as if she was made of glass. He was assertive, and his touches reflected his dominant personality.

She felt his hardness press against her insistently as he left her mouth, only to assault the side of her neck. His tongue swiped along the nape of it, before sucking on the skin. She knew as a medic that the neck could be an erogenous zone, for women in particular. His fingertips brushed the side of it pleasantly, as his tongue found her fluttering pulse, which it caressed teasingly. Sensitive, she was so sensitive. Every touch was sending jolts of pleasure careening down her body. When he finally detached his lips from her neck, she was caught in his smoldering gaze. He was incredibly seductive, and she could see why women were willing to jump into bed with him, despite knowing there would likely not be a next time.

"Your confliction is obvious, Sakura. Are you wondering how long it will take for you to fall apart at my hands? Even now, your resistance is faltering."

"I don't want this Kakashi," she forced herself to say. "I don't want you."

"Then why are you so fucking wet for me?" He whispered mockingly.

"I'm not," she refuted weakly.

"Lying is pointless, Sakura. Cling to your delusions as you so desperately want to, it makes no difference to me."

"Please Kakashi, you can't do this. I've never…" She trailed off, knowing he would comprehend what she was implying.

"Do you think I'm ignorant to that fact?" He asked pointedly, before capturing her lips again in a bruising kiss.

"I don't need this lesson! I was just goading you earlier." She squirmed underneath him, but he was unrelenting.

"That was incredibly foolish of you. You challenged me, and I'm accepting that challenge right now."

His hands slipped under the bottom of her shirt and started making sensual strokes along her stomach. As he moved higher, her shirt was being pulled up as well, much to her dismay.

"Your fear is unwarranted," he said observantly. "I will make this experience extremely memorable for you. Haven't I shown you so far, I will give you nothing but the best in everything?"

She needed to learn to keep her big mouth shut. What did she really think would happen when she taunted him before? She felt the cool air hit the swells of her breasts as her shirt was raised over them. Her hands came up to try and stop him, but one look at his face, and she knew he wouldn't concede to her wishes this time.

"Don't," he warned. His stare was unyielding, and she slowly let her limbs fall back down. Fighting him would get her nowhere at this point.

"Good girl," he praised, before nipping at the soft flesh underneath her chin. Her eyes fluttered close at the sensation. She didn't immediately notice her shirt was gone, and she was in nothing but her flimsy bra before him. It wasn't until his sinful tongue began tracing the cleavage that spilled out from the top of her bra that she became hyperaware of it. She felt his hand trail behind her back to reach the hook of her bra. The sound it made as he unclasped it seemed to be magnified in her ears. He didn't give her a chance to dwell on the vulnerability she felt at being bare before him in such a manner. He boldly cupped her breasts, massaging the supple flesh, before his eyes lifted to hers.

"You're absolutely beautiful Sakura." If she didn't know any better, she'd swear his voice held a tone of adoration, but that was impossible for him. Her thoughts were banished from her mind as he took one of her nipples in his mouth. His tongue swirled small circles around the peak, before his teeth bit at the erect nub firmly. Her whine was involuntary, but no less mortifying. She heard him chuckle against her breast as he began sucking earnestly. His other hand was flicking and pinching her other nipple with his fingers. While he rolled it between his digits, he bit down even harder on the one currently in his mouth. Pleasure and pain, it was a fine line, and he knew how to balance it well. His tongue soothed the sting she felt briefly. She was overwhelmed by everything he was making her feel, so much so that she moaned wantonly. She knew she shouldn't be giving into him this easily. But her body was betraying her in the most unimaginable way, and her inner thoughts that were protesting this, were getting progressively quieter.

"You're so responsive," he said wickedly before kissing the underside of her breast. She covered her mouth at his comment before his free hand grabbed her wrist harshly and forced it away from her. "No, Sakura. I want to hear every little sound you make for me," he enunciated. He trailed his lips between the valley of her breasts before latching onto the one his mouth hadn't explored yet. She bit her lip, drawing blood, to prevent herself from crying out again. His tongue was doing delicious things to her. Every lick and swipe it made was exhilarating. The nerve receptors in her skin were working overtime as his mouth and fingers were building something within her. She could feel the scorching heat between her legs, and she realized she must be soaked – she knew he could smell it. She'd masturbated a few times before, and it felt good of course, but she was never able to bring herself to completion. Ino described it in a strange way, "you'll feel this tension as you get close, and then, you just let go." Sakura asked her what happened then, and her only response was "bliss."

As he drew her breast into his mouth, and pulled her other nipple particularly hard, she jerked violently underneath him, but he held her down easily. She thought back to another conversation she had with Ino, how most men were incredibly intimidated by her monstrous strength. What Ino said wasn't completely off-base she supposed. Even kunoichi weren't usually as strong as their male counterparts. And admittedly, she would be uncomfortable if a guy was completely cowed by her. Kakashi was different though, he was far from scared of her. Not alone was he a preeminent shinobi, he was also physically much, much stronger than her – even with her chakra. She wondered if that was perhaps why she involuntarily enjoyed when he became rougher with her. Was it because he was one of the few men who could overpower her?

He released her breast from his mouth with a bit of reluctance, and squeezed her other roughly, before he ventured downward. His hand trailed down to the waistband of her pants, before sliding his fingers underneath, and they didn't stop there. They breached the insufficient protection of her panties before she felt his finger brush against her clit in a feather-light stroke.

"Kakashi, stop," she half gasped, half yelled.

"I don't think you even want me to at this point, Sakura," he teased. His index finger made a firm circle around her clit that had her squirming in pleasure. Why did his fingers feel so much better than her own?

She tried to force herself to fight him, fight this, and attempted to push him off of her. He tutted at her before she felt her back slam against the wall next to the bed. How did he… how did he even do that so quickly?! He had one of his hands wrapped around her throat. She froze at his threatening action until she felt his fingers again. It seemed when he decided to pin her against the wall, they weren't dislodged from in between her legs. He had a second finger join the other to make steady circles around the top of her clit. She felt his thumb apply pressure on the side of her neck, as his circles became a bit firmer than before. She was so, unbelievably, aroused.

When he removed his hand from her neck, her face must have been transparent enough to show her mild disappointment. He laughed, his mouth forming a mischievous smirk, though his fingers didn't stop their movements.

"Don't worry, we'll get back to that another time."

Her cheeks burned in mortification at his astuteness. She didn't understand why she would, why she would like something like that...

"You didn't realize you were such a naughty girl, did you Sakura?" He sounded completed delighted.

She wanted to deny it, but she was starting to think he was right. What normal girl 'got off' on these things? Ino had more experience than her, experience she was open to sharing, but never once had she mentioned rougher sex. It was always described as passionate, but the men were constantly sweet with a gentle touch. There was no choking or spanking or anything remotely along those lines. She didn't understand, considering she was far more aggressive and quick-tempered than Ino was.

"Stop overthinking things, there's nothing wrong with you." How was it he was so unexpectedly attuned to her at times? His finger swiped directly over her clit again and she gasped in pleasure. "I truly am the man most suited for your needs. You like that I can dominate you completely, and you have no choice but to submit to me. You're always in control normally, aren't you? But, if someone is actually strong enough to take that control away, you crumble in your euphoria, don't you Sakura?" His fingers were still touching her lightly between her legs as he whispered his bold statements to her.

She shook her head in refusal as his eyes watched her face. She couldn't admit it, she wouldn't admit it.

"I'm the only one who can give you this." His tone was the epitome of confidence.

She shook her head vehemently at his unsettling claims. He smiled before he leaned down to take possession of her mouth. His fingers stopped their movements underneath her pants and pulled away slowly. She nearly bemoaned their loss, until his tongue intertwined with her own again. She felt herself kissing him back earnestly, she couldn't stop herself. His kissing invoked this strange sense of thrill in her. She felt safe and dangerously wicked simultaneously. It was almost like standing at the brink, and yet if she jumped, there was nothing to fear from falling.

When his lips parted from hers, her eyes were half-open as he stared at her again. He looked pleased at her receptiveness to his kiss. "You'll see in the future what I mean. But for now, I believe I promised you would scream my name tonight. And I am a man of my word, am I not, Sa-ku-ra?" He stressed her name so sinfully. It wasn't fair how sexy he was, how tempted she was by him, by all this, right now. She knew what he really was; he had ripped his mask off for her a while ago. And yet, she still liked what he was doing to her…

She was shocked when he was suddenly on his knees before her. The submissive position was unexpected of him. His hands were at her waist, slowly tugging her pants down her legs, until she felt them on her feet. He lifted her legs to remove them before his hands started their exploration of her. He was caressing her ankles and calves before his thumbs brushed the backs of her knees lightly. They came up her thighs, squeezing them firmly, as his mouth kissed up the insides. As he got to the tops of her inner thighs, nearing her aching core, his touch had her staggering. His hands were steady, keeping her upright against the wall, even as they teased the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. His mouth followed, leaving burning open-mouthed kisses against her skin. His hands slowly went behind the backs of her thighs before groping the cheeks of her ass, as he peppered kisses on her legs. She barely registered the rip when he pulled her panties off her. The torn fabric fell to the floor, and it was only as she saw the possessive expression on his face, as he looked up at her, that she realized she was completely nude. His eyes took her in greedily; no part of her body was left untouched by his gaze.

"I'm going to worship you." He looked at her as if she was the most beautiful thing in the world. She only saw that peculiar, soft expression for a moment, before she felt him lift underneath her ass, and toss her back onto the bed. She bounced when she landed, her legs dangling off the mattress. He remained on the floor kneeling, and his eyes were focused between her legs. She instinctively tried to close them, to shield herself from him, but he forced them to stay open.

As his face got closer, she grew more restless. He was really going to… go down on her, wasn't he?

"You have such a pretty pussy, Sakura," he murmured crudely. She watched how his eyes took in everything: from the patch of soft-pink hair covering it, to her inner folds. His fingers pulled her apart slightly before he commented again, "like a delicate flower."

She didn't think it was particularly pretty, but her doubts on its aesthetic appeal dissipated, when she felt his tongue for the first time there. A soft, tantalizing, lick.

"No, Kakashi, wait!" She couldn't let him have this. Her hands tried to push his head off and he growled warningly. She ignored him and infused chakra in her hands to force him away. His head lifted at that, and his expression was dangerous as he looked up at her from his position. "Try that again and see what happens." He was dead serious, and as much as she wanted to try and resist him, she didn't want to test him when he got like that.

"I don't want this," she repeated her earlier statement.

He scoffed in disbelief before replying, "you're dripping for me." He stroked a finger along her opening before pressing it to her lips. She could feel her lubrication coating his finger and the musky smell of herself reached her nose. "Are you going to tell me this is for Sasuke?" He whispered mockingly. "This is only for me." He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her mound.

His tongue was on her again, and her voice failed her. He was stroking around her vulva, before she felt his tongue at the lips to her entrance. He sucked, and the delicious pleasure he already built within her, was suddenly at the forefront of her mind. He licked upward, not quite touching her clit yet, but enticingly close. His tongue explored every fold and cranny it seemed she possessed. When he found his way back to her clit, he circled it as he did with his fingers. Not directly pressing on it yet, but his tongue felt even better than his hands. Who knew a tongue could feel so good there? She felt his eyes on her, watching her reactions to him. His tongue became firmer on her, faster, and she felt the tension between her legs increasing. She was wound up, her abdominals were clenched, and every lick of his tongue was sending her toward something. He flattened his tongue against her and licked up again toward her clit, before using just the tip to put pressure around it. It was amazing, beyond amazing. It was way better than her own hands, and she thought, she might be getting close to the orgasm that had eluded her before. He continued his wide licks against her, trailing over her hood at the end. His fingers were lightly tickling her inner thighs, in combination with his tongue, and her arousal was mounting. Just as she was about to slip over the edge, he stopped. She blinked as she tried to focus on why the warmth of his mouth left her. She noticed she must have subconsciously laced her hands in his wild hair, tugging it, making it more unruly. And yet, he was more attractive than ever as he looked at her, the pinnacle of seductiveness.

"Tell me you're mine, Sakura." His fingers were still dancing along her vulva, but it wasn't enough. She looked at him in confusion. 'Why was he talking, why did he stop?'

"Tell me," he ordered. Her mind was hazy, her arousal much too high, as she tried to think.

"Surrender to me." She knew then what his angle was. He was bringing her to the edge, only to withhold it from her, in another one of his twisted games.

His fingers stopped stroking her entirely, his breath blowing air that had her tingling, but otherwise he wasn't making contact. She was sexually frustrated, but she wouldn't give into him. "No." She was proud her voice didn't waiver.

"Hmm. That's fine, I can wait for you to come around to me." She had a feeling the asshole intended the pun.

His tongue started circling her clit again, slowly. She felt one of his fingers teasing her entrance, coating her wetness on the digit, before it slipped inside. The feeling of him inside of her was strange. She felt her walls clench around him involuntarily and she heard him mutter, "you're so fucking tight." He carefully pumped his finger inside of her, letting her get used to the intrusion before his finger curled slightly in a come-hither motion. He brushed against a spot, her sweet spot that she heard existed, but never discovered herself until now. Her body thrummed with pleasure. That spot was different than her clit, the sensations less intense, but no less enjoyable. It was a whole different kind of pleasure. He tongued around her clit as his finger hit that spot again and again, and she was starting to unravel. She knew she was moaning, and he undoubtedly heard every sound, but she couldn't contain herself. Just as she was about to reach it, he stopped…

"Tell me you're mine," he repeated. "And you'll cum."

'Fuck you,' she thought to herself angrily, remaining silent.

"Have it your way."

He resumed his ministrations, and she wondered if she could keep taking this. Getting so close to satisfaction, only to have it slip away. She felt delirious in her lust that had yet to be fulfilled. And again, just as she was about to get her release, his finger and mouth left her. She couldn't do it; she was weak at this point. "Please… Kakashi." He looked at her expectantly, his mouth gleaming with her juices. She knew he wouldn't bend, not until she said it…

"I'm yours." Two words said simply to get him to continue, but she knew the weight of them would be on her shoulders now. He wouldn't forget them.

"Please, don't stop this time, I can't take it anymore," she pleaded. Tears leaked out of her eyes reluctantly, and she felt shameful at how pathetic she was. She was reduced to begging for completion, crying for it. She waited for him to taunt her for it, but it never came.

His mouth pressed a kiss to her stomach, as his fingers stroked her inner thighs softly. "Shh, I will always take care of you Sakura," he whispered soothingly. She didn't have time to ponder his words before he was connected with her again. His tongue was circling her clit with fervor, as his finger was back inside of her. She felt him add a second one, and soon both were bumping up against her g-spot. When his tongue tapped against her clit, she bucked her hips and screamed his name. His fingers rubbed against her spot firmly as they thrust into her, and then he put his whole mouth on her clitoral hood, sucking lightly. It sent her pleasure to new heights, and she did as Ino told her. She let go of it all as she fell over the brink. She was lost in the massive amounts of oxytocin and dopamine that flooded her body. So, this was an orgasm? It certainly was bliss.

As she came down slowly, she could feel Kakashi still lapping at her lazily, as if he wanted to prolong the climax he brought her. As her vision cleared, she could see him staring at her from between her legs. "You're stunning when you cum."

She felt his fingers pumping in her slowly and she looked at him in confusion. Why was he still going? He laughed at her puzzlement, but his fingers didn't stop. He was still kissing her folds, avoiding her clit at the moment, but he wasn't stopping. Why wasn't he stopping?

"Did you think we were done, Sakura? I think we can do even better than that."

'Better?! How could it possibly be better?'

Her thoughts must have been obvious because he half-smiled, half-smirked at her. He shouldn't look like that; he shouldn't be that sexy. She wasn't sure if it was the glow she was still feeling, but her hands found their way back to his hair as he began to devour her again. She pulled harshly and she heard him make a pleased sounding growl. The other hand that wasn't occupied, came back up to play with her nipple. She didn't think it was possible, but that pleasure she felt before was returning again, two-fold. She felt a peculiar sensation, as his fingers worked themselves inside of her. It was almost like his touch was intensified, which shouldn't be possible. And then she realized, he was using a small amount of his chakra in his fingers. It was like his Chidori on a minuscule scale, and it was… sublime. Could all shinobi do this, or was this only him? Ino never mentioned it before, so it must be strictly a Kakashi thing. Her thoughts evaporated as he kept rubbing her sweet spot as he thrust into her. His tongue was working her clit exquisitely in time with his fingers. She felt the same tingling feeling on her nipple and realized he must be putting his chakra in that hand as well.

"Oh my god, Kakashi!" She heard herself yelling, as she was getting close to her peak again. "Kakashi, don't stop, I'm going to…" she trailed off, unable to get any more words out.

His mouth briefly detached from her, but his fingers didn't stop what they were doing. "That's my good girl, Sakura. Cum for me," he ordered. His mouth went back down to suck on her clit, and she screamed his name again. She couldn't keep up with everything she was feeling. As his fingers pumped inside of her again, dragging along her spot, her endorphins surged, and she was climbing to new levels of ecstasy. Her vision went black as she felt herself shatter. She lost all sense of awareness as the rush she felt overtook her. The feeling was beautiful, she didn't want it to end. Lost in it all, she realized he was right about two things: it really could be even better, and she did scream his name; repeatedly, lost in the pleasure he gave her.

He was kissing her again and she could taste herself on his tongue. His fingers finally left between her legs and were currently cradling her face. She could feel his erection, heavy, large, against her stomach. Was this the part where he took it even further, in order to get his own satisfaction?

He pulled away from her and her eyes trailed down uncertainly, on the bulge currently straining his pants. He wasn't in only his underwear this time, but still, it was intimidatingly large looking. He noticed where she was looking and kissed her nose affectionately.

"Tonight was only about you. You did challenge me after all."

She almost breathed out in relief that he wasn't going to try anything else. Her eyes raised from his hardness, taking in his abs, that flexed at that moment, almost as if it was intentional. When her gaze landed on his powerful chest, she noticed something she didn't before. She only saw him shirtless from a distance earlier, but close up, she took in the faint, almost imperceptible scar underneath where she knew his heart to be. How did he get that? Kakashi wasn't a shinobi who ever got injured, at least as long as she knew him. Yet she realized, she didn't know the stories behind the only two scars on his otherwise perfect physique. She obviously knew about the scar on his eye, the one where he now possessed the Sharingan. It was clear he lost his own eye at some point, but it was a mystery as to how. Her hand traveled up to his chest to trace it absently, wondering how he could have gotten it. It looked to be rather old, but it was a serious enough injury that he didn't get to a hospital in time to prevent scarring. She looked up at his face and she bit her lip in response. He looked haunted, and it was unsettling. His hand grasped her own and pulled it away from him gently. He brought her fingers to his lips, kissing each of the digits softly. He was… trying to distract her, his expression impassive once more. Whatever the cause was of that scar, he plainly wasn't open to talking about it.

"I… I need to shower," she offered a feeble excuse to get away from him.

He nodded in response, but his gaze was so unbearably intense. As she fled to the bathroom, she could feel his eyes on her the entire time, his desire tangible. She sunk to the floor as her mind was no longer clouded by her lust. She didn't resist him nearly as much as she should have. She even surrendered to him, just as he commanded, in order to sake her hunger for completion. She couldn't let him do this to her again; she clearly forgot herself. She would need to be vigilant every time he got close to her, not allowing it to go too far, somehow…

The way he stared at her though, in the aftermath, was alarming. As much as she would try and keep him at bay, she knew, her indulgence was going to cost her going forward. He didn't take no for an answer as it was. If he was arrogant before, it would certainly know no bounds now. Now, he knew her fierce resistance toward him broke as she got lost in his delectable touch. And that was a terrifying thought when dealing with someone like Kakashi.

Please read and review! How did you feel about the first smutty scene of the story? Please share your thoughts! The consent is extremely dubious at this point, and coercion was definitely at play here. I definitely don't condone this in real life.