Chapter 15: Revelation

His face was disturbingly predatory as he slowly moved toward her. She couldn't flee. Even if the alcohol wasn't still flooding her system, dulling her abilities, she wasn't capable of outrunning him – she was more than aware of that from the last time he chased her down. She couldn't fight him either. Not alone was she not fit to use her chakra to its fullest potential at the moment, but it wouldn't matter for someone like him. He could have his arms tied behind his back, and he still outclassed her in every capacity. Could she reason her way out of this?

She swallowed her pride and attempted, "I didn't mean it, to challenge you, I'll be at your house tomorrow."

"Oh? You were so adamant just a moment ago, so stand by your decision Sakura. I gave you a chance to rescind your words and you didn't take it. That's not my fault you're now unwilling to face the consequences of that choice."

"I've been drinking," she protested weakly.

"Yes, your inclination to overindulge seems to get you into trouble, doesn't it?"

He took another step forward and her eyes zeroed in on the movement. This wasn't good… "Stop this Kakashi."

"Stop what? You're the one that initiated this game," he pointed out calmly, shifting forward again.

"I'm not playing your game." She put her kitchen table between them, and he looked at her in amusement.

"That's too bad, isn't it." He seemed to be enjoying himself, because he wasn't in a hurry to close the distance yet.

"Leave." She was proud her voice didn't waver.

"No." He appeared in front of her, and his hand came down to pull her to him by the waist. She was aware of his gaze on her from his higher vantage point, she could feel the steady rise of his chest as he breathed steadily. Too close, much too close. He pressed against her obscenely; the physical proof he was excited by this made her pulse spike even higher. His other hand glided along the side of her ribcage, tracing the curve of her waist, before descending to the curve of her hip.

"Please, I'm asking you to stop touching me Kakashi."

"I'm glad you finally understand not to attempt to order me, but I'm afraid I can't comply this time. Even though you did ask so sweetly."

She was trying not to react aggressively, knowing it wasn't the time for her bold nature. Maybe if she acted docile he would be appeased by her, and things wouldn't escalate. He dipped his head down to nip at the sensitive skin of her ear lobe, as his hand came around her hip to stroke the curve of her ass. She stiffened at the contact, but still didn't resist until his palm smacked her cheek playfully. 'Presumptuous bastard,' she thought angrily to herself. When she started struggling against him, he squeezed the supple flesh in his hand, before using his grip to grind her against him.

"Get your hands off me!" She snarled.

"And here I thought you were going to be a good girl. How disappointing."

She saw red at his taunting and her fist came sailing at a rather vulnerable part of him. His eyes narrowed and he caught her wrist in a painful grip before she could land the blow.

"It seems you need something to do with your hands." Before she knew it, he was holding her palm to his chest. The material of the shirt he was wearing was thin, and she could feel his muscular planes underneath her.

"Touch me, Sakura." Her eyes widened at his words, and she tried to withdraw her hand, but his grip was uncompromising.

"I…" She looked up at him and panicked at his demeanor. He wasn't teasing. That dominant look she both despised, and was begrudgingly turned on by, was present.

"I wasn't asking."

She shivered at his tone. Her hand trembled as she slowly caressed it up and down his chest. Why was someone like him so infuriatingly flawless? Her fingers rose to feel the definition of his biceps, and her arousal from earlier was rising to the surface again. She was appalled by her own reaction and tried to move her hand away again. His much larger one clamped over top of hers, holding her to him.

"Keep going." He barely said it loud enough to hear, but his tone was authoritative. So when he released her his eyes looked at her expectantly, daring her silently to retreat again. She resumed her touch, grasping his bicep lightly, and her cheeks heated. She tried to prolong venturing away as long as possible, and it seemed after a few minutes he grew impatient. His hands came down to the bottom of his shirt and lifted it over his head. She was once again met with the sight of his bare, muscular torso and the heat between her legs grew even more pronounced. She swallowed nervously as he placed her hand back on him. She could feel how solid he was as she moved along his chest. Her fingers briefly brushed over one of his nipples, and she heard him make a grumbling sound of approval. Her eyebrows shot up at his startling reaction to that. She didn't think men really enjoyed theirs touched the way women did, but she supposed that was her own naivety – clearly some did. His were smaller than her own and a darker shade of pink. Masculine, just like the rest of him. She got to the tantalizing bumps of his abs and her breath hitched. The wetness was accumulating between her legs, and she tensed in mortification. What was wrong with her?!

"Aw, my sweet little Sakura is getting so wet for me," he said. The husky tone he used just heated her blood more and she wanted nothing more than to escape him now. She couldn't bear what he did to her, and he was more than aware of his influence. Was it the alcohol that still permeated her system? She couldn't be this pathetic simply because of his looks, could she? Her hand stopped its progress as she tried to collect herself. She needed to regain control. This was all part of his sick punishment for her. Her reactions to him, he wanted to use them against her.

"I didn't say to stop." He didn't raise his voice, but she knew refusing him wasn't an option at this point.

She continued her exploration of his chiseled abdominals reluctantly, trying not to let him affect her. He barely had any body hair except for the little strip of silver that disappeared beneath his pants. The 'happy trail' that Ino had referred to it as, but Sakura felt far from happy looking at it. Her hand jumped back up, avoiding dipping any lower. After a minute or two of simply petting his stomach, he chuckled in amusement.

"I think you've lingered there long enough, hm?"

What did she really expect? That her 'punishment' was going to be to merely feel up his abs? As if it was going to be that easy. Her spanking from before flashed through her mind, and she wondered what his intentions were this time. She moved to his obliques, still attempting to avoid the inevitable, and he laughed at her pitiful endeavor.

"Lower Sakura."

Her eyes dropped to the one place she had averted her gaze until now. His bulge was incredibly conspicuous, as it strained against the fabric of his pants.

"Kakashi, I can't," she tried again.

"Oh, you can. This is what you were asking for, is it not? Why else would you defy me so foolishly? Now, touch me," he stressed the last two words.

At that, her hand slowly drifted until she was skimming the head of it. She sucked in her breath and stroked down the length softly. She was right, he was REALLY big. She peaked up at his face and his arrogance was obvious. He didn't say anything, but he didn't need to. He was clearly aware he was more endowed than the average man.

"Harder," he commanded, as her hand went up and down the length of him. She blushed and her touch grew firmer. She could hear his normally stable breathing begin to grow heavy at her actions. He was so hard through the material; it was like gripping steel. She continued to fondle him as he wanted until he pushed her away. Her brow furrowed and she wondered if that was it? 'Is this really all he's going to make me do?'

It wasn't until his fingers worked his button open that she knew she was mistaken. Beads of sweat formed on the back of her neck, dampening her hair, as her heart rate elevated. When his erection sprung free she had to prevent herself from whimpering. Dear god, why? Kakashi had large hands but even with one wrapped around himself, it was so intimidatingly large. It wasn't unattractive though – it seemed nothing about him could ever be. He was pumping himself slowly, and her eyes were drawn to the action.

"Look how hard you make me Sakura. Every inch is for you."

Why did his filthy words stoke that fire inside of her? She was depraved.

"That innocence of yours, I used to want to preserve it." She still watched hypnotically as he pumped himself. She could feel his eyes locked on her face as he worked his cock in his hand.

"Now, all I desire is to defile you. Ruin you for anyone... but me."

She took a step back, terrified at his words, and his hand stilled its movement.

"Strip."

"Wh… what?" She stuttered.

"You heard me." There was no negotiating with him when he used that domineering tone. Her lip quivered and she bit it sharply. She was taking too long to start because his eyes narrowed at her. "Don't make do it for you."

There was no convincing him, and forcing his hand would make it worse for her. Her fingers trembled as she unhurriedly lifted her top. She was hyperaware of her breasts heaving in her bra as she stood before him. He was lazily stroking himself as he eyed her lustfully. She tried to draw out pulling her pants down as long as possible. Her limbs were quaking, she was completely out of her depth. Why couldn't she keep her mouth shut? If she had, she wouldn't be in this position. Kakashi, for whatever reason, seemed to be relatively content with going at a slower pace with her. It was only when she challenged him, either with her words, or attempting to flee, that his restraint crumbled.

The vulnerability she felt as she was in nothing but her bra and panties was overwhelming. He was staring, no, scrutinizing her body. She tried to shield her breasts from his view, crossing her arms, and she could see the irritation on his face.

"You won't hide yourself from me. Besides, you're not done."

"I stripped as you said," she responded cheekily. The sake was still relaxing her tongue it seemed.

"There's that attitude of yours again." He smirked darkly, finding her sass entertaining. "But last time I checked that's not naked. Remove them." He gestured to the only things protecting her modesty.

"Can't I just stay like this? You've already seen everything anyway," she pointed out. It was true, he'd seen everything she had to offer before.

"Are you telling me no right now Sakura?" She shivered at the danger in his voice.

She couldn't bring herself to look at him as she unhooked her bra. She knew that still wouldn't satisfy him, so she dropped her gaze to her feet as she slid her underwear down her legs. She tried to keep her thighs pressed together to not expose her nether lips to him. 'Yeah, that really matters. It's not like he had his face buried in them before,' her inner self mocked.

"You're exquisite," he complimented. She jumped as his hand cupped her right breast, kneading lightly, before pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger firmly. She jolted as a wave of pleasure traveled down her body. The ache between her legs grew, and she pressed her thighs together even more, trying to prevent herself from leaking down her legs. "So perfect," he murmured. It seemed he was talking more to himself than her. "And mine." The growl that could be heard in his voice had goosebumps rising on her arms.

"I'm not," she whispered. She knew she'd be punished for it, for her refusal to submit to him. She didn't care though; she wouldn't agree she was his.

"We'll see." His hand left her breast, and she met his eyes. The way he looked at her had her squirming in discomfort. She didn't understand that look. He was still rock hard, his thick length jutting out proudly. She noticed even his… balls were large. His finger glided down a protruding vein in his shaft and she quickly looked away.

"Touch yourself." Her attention was brought back to his command.

"Huh?" She didn't understand what he wanted.

"You said earlier that you could 'take care of yourself.' I want you to do that for me now." He couldn't mean that?! Didn't he want to touch her himself? She didn't understand his motives.

Her confusion must have shown on her face because he made himself clear. "You will look at me and touch yourself until you cum all over your pretty hand. You're already aching for release; I can smell how soaked you are. You'll pleasure yourself until you fall apart for me."

She understood now. This was his lesson for her, to humiliate her. He knew she would never be comfortable doing that in front of him, that she would be ashamed, and that was what he wanted.

"I can't… do… that," she stammered. "Please, Kakashi."

"Did you forget why we're here Sakura?"

She shook her head frantically in refusal, no longer concerned with her nudity in front of him.

"Alright, I'll give you a choice." She had a feeling it wasn't going to be a good one. "You can either touch yourself for me. Or… you will suck my cock right now."

'What a fucking choice asshole,' she thought bitterly to herself.

"What will it be?"

"You won't hurt me. That's what you said," she said quietly.

"I did."

He wasn't contesting it? So, if he wouldn't hurt her how did he expect her to comply with this ultimatum? He didn't look as if he doubted himself. If she refused, he'd probably make the decision for her and shove his dick in her mouth.

Her hand shook as she made her choice, dropping down her stomach, until she reached the apex of her thighs.

"Spread your legs for me." She slowly widened her stance as he ordered. Was she really going to do this? This was so demeaning, and the bastard clearly got off on it. When her fingers hesitantly touched her delicate folds, she realized something. "I… I've never been able to do that." She didn't want to admit that to him, but there was no way around it. He expected her to get herself off to completion.

"Is that so?" He was delighted by the fact, she could tell. "Do you remember how my fingers touched you." She didn't want the reminder, but the memory of it was still burned in the forefront of her mind. "Yes," she whispered.

"Why don't you try that. And don't forget to keep looking at me as you play with yourself."

Her fingers became coated in her wetness as she tried to do what he did before. It felt good, better than when she did it before. She slowly circled her clit as he had, but she still couldn't help but think it wasn't enough. It wasn't as good as when he did it. She didn't understand why.

"I told you to look at me." Forceful wasn't even a strong enough word that delineates him. She reluctantly looked at him, and she felt her cheeks redden, as she realized he was pumping himself... to her.

That enticing pleasure started to climb as she rubbed herself, watching him stroke his length in his hand.

"Look how wet your pretty pussy is. You're nearly dripping on the floor."

Why did his words make her feel so lustful? Her core was aching, just like before. Every brush of her fingers became more and more wonderful.

"Do you wish it was my tongue on you? I bet you do."

Right now, he was right. She did wish his sinful mouth was what was working her. She watched as a bit of liquid leaked out of the tip of him.

"Rub yourself harder." Her fingers did as he said, and her body was tingling. She was getting close to that edge again. "That's a good girl. Play with those beautiful tits of yours with your other hand."

If she was in her right mind, she wouldn't be obeying his commands so readily. But the pleasurable stupor she was in had her mind hazy. So, she groped her breast softly as she continued to stroke her clit. She rubbed her hardened peak between her fingers and gasped at the feeling it evoked.

"I can tell you're close. Do you want to come for me Sakura?"

She was approaching that blissful edge; she could feel it. She didn't think he was actually asking her a question until he told her to stop. What? There was no way she was stopping now. She disregarded him until she felt her hand abruptly pulled away from her.

"I asked you a question." He was still moving his hand up and down himself, while his other held her own sticky fingers. When did he get so close?

She was silent until he released her, and she heard a slap ring in her ears. There was a sting mixed with her overwhelming arousal, and she realized he just smacked her down there. She bit her lip in indignation.

"Do you want to come?" He repeated. She took too long to answer because he slapped her again. To her disbelief, it did nothing to quell her arousal. If anything, the vibrations only diffused it throughout her body more. She felt as if her every nerve was stimulated.

"I…yes."

"Very good." He put her hand back on her clit, and she resumed her stimulations. Some of her wetness must have clung to his hand because he used it to lubricate himself. The debased side of herself, the one that came out before, relished in the power she seemed to have over him in this way.

"Do you have any idea how much I want you? You make me lose control over myself." She could hear his need in his voice. She was throbbing and she was about to fall into that euphoria again.

"Look at you, you're stunning Sakura. Now, let me see you come."

It was happening, she could feel it, as she passed her hand over her clit again, she found her completion. Her thighs were trembling as she rode out her high, and she felt him catch her by the waist before her legs gave out. Was it because of him, or was she more intoxicated than she thought? She didn't know, as her orgasm subsided. Her body still thrummed with need, even in the aftermath of it.

"I'm elated at the fact I get to see you this way. That I'm the only one who will ever see you this way." His voice strained as he got closer to his own climax as well.

His bold claims sparked anger in her, and she glared at him boldly. She felt him release her waist and comment, "that defiance still? Let's do something about that."

His free hand came up to the top of her head, as he continued to thrust into his palm. "On your knees."

She gasped and tried to get out of his grip. He exuded pressure on her crown at her resistance, and the more she fought, the more the pressure increased. She was finally forced to her knees at the strength he used. Her face was now aligned with his alarmingly large length, and he kept hold of her head in an unbreakable grip. The message was clear, she wasn't moving. This close to it, it was even more overwhelming. His movement was growing more hurried, and she could see his balls tighten a bit. She started panicking when he rubbed himself on her cheek and she tried to turn away.

"Stay still." She knew that tone. As willful as she could be, she didn't have the nerve to test him when he was like that. "Fuck." She heard him say as her only warning before his dick was in her face. She closed her eyes in alarm as she felt his seed shoot all over her, covering her face in ropes of cum. He was still pumping it all over her, her forehead, her cheeks, and her lips. He rubbed the tip on her mouth, which she tried to keep closed, but his hand tightened on her head, pulling her hair. Her mouth opened involuntarily at the action, and he used the opportunity to make her taste him on her tongue, pushing the head of it against her full bottom lip. A slightly salty flavor hit her tastebuds, until she felt him drag his length down her chin. The streams of it all over her face were warm and sticky. She felt sullied.

"You look beautiful wearing my cum all over you."

The intention was to show she was his. The ultimate way of demeaning her, to put her in her place. It was unfortunately effective. She couldn't imagine what her face looked like.

"Do you doubt my ability to make you submit to me now?"

What could she say? Nothing. There was no point in attempting a dignified façade now. Her hands came up to wipe her eyes before his seed dried all over them unpleasantly.

"Sakura."

She itched to break his perfect nose. If only he would let his guard down for a second, she could feel the satisfying crunch of it underneath her fist. She appeased herself with the mental image, knowing she couldn't make it a reality. Kakashi didn't drop his guard, ever.

"I hope when you do finally take me in that little mouth of yours it will be on more agreeable terms. I'd hate for it to be another lesson for you."

Insufferable man. She wouldn't let him see how he affected her. She kept her expression carefully blank as she looked up at him, his cum clinging to her obnoxiously. He smirked at the sight of her, and it only incensed her more.

"I need to shower," she bit out.

"I'll wait until you're done, unless you'd rather I join you?"

Of course he wasn't leaving. As she rose, she felt his gaze on her body. "No, I'd rather you didn't."

"As you wish."

She had the urge to laugh at the irony of that statement. Yeah, what she wanted was definitely held in high regard by him.

Any effects of the alcohol she consumed earlier were gone. Now that she was coherent, she decided she wasn't drinking sake anymore. Clearly it didn't lead to good outcomes for her, and she's not sure why it took her this final time to realize it. It didn't matter if she wasn't around him when she would partake. Somehow, someway, he would appear, and she would sabotage herself. She was the one that more than likely encouraged his pursuit of her faster, due to her inebriated actions. The flirting, the touching, the drunken kiss… It was the start of all of this, because then he decided he would make his intentions clear to her. She could no longer delude herself with any pretense that he didn't actually want her, or if he did, it was a whim. That went to hell as soon as she put her plastered lips all over him. Even when she wasn't wasted enough to flirt mindlessly, the liquid courage she had while tipsy didn't permit things to end well for her – as far as Kakashi was concerned. She was smart enough to know when to pick her battles with him, usually at least, when she was sober. Apparently, sake and her, wasn't a good combination. Was this really preferable to just going to his stupid place for dinner?

When she emerged from her bathroom, she found him sprawled on her couch with his book. Thankfully his clothes were on, though he still had his mask around his neck. There was a time when she would have done a lot to see underneath his mask. As she looked at his beautiful face she realized the saying, 'be careful what you wish for,' certainly applied now.

He looked completely relaxed again, as if he didn't just humiliate her before. He acted as if he was just a regular boyfriend. Was he truly that unhinged and disconnected?

"Kakashi."

"Hm?"

"You don't make any sense."

He chuckled before snapping his book shut, giving her his attention. "You'll have to elaborate on that."

"You're… you're acting normally again."

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"After that?!"

"Of course. It was just another lesson you needed. It's over with now."

"Oh, is that all? Just another one of your lessons you decided I had to have," she said sarcastically.

"Exactly." The bastard was smiling cheekily. The desire to resort to violence rose up in her again, and she had to suppress it. She took a deep breath, and pinched her nose, trying to calm herself.

"I can tell you're angry."

"I can't get anything past you?" She mocked.

"Your submission would make things a lot easier. But as I said before, I think you wanted this."

She wanted this?! "You're insane!"

"Perhaps, but I'm right, aren't I? Why else would you challenge me so brazenly, even after I let you reconsider it?"

"I… I had too many shots. I wasn't thinking clearly."

"Hm, I could agree with that, if you weren't always so aroused by your punishments."

"I'm not."

"Live in your denial all you want. You and I both know you can't lie to me."

"Why me?"

"Why you what?"

"You clearly have particular tastes. Sure, not every woman would be willing, but I'm certain there has to be a fair few, right?"

"There is."

"So then, why do you want me so badly? I'm a virgin, I have absolutely no experience in anything! Why pick me over women that are far more skilled than I am?"

"Is that your concern? Don't worry, I'm more than willing to teach you." He wasn't taking her seriously, and she stomped over to him in anger.

"Kakashi, stop fucking around! You and I both know you can get almost anyone you want with that face of yours. Yet, you're fixated on me. Why? Give me a straight answer for once!"

"Truthfully? I adore you."

How could he say that so nonchalantly? "No, you don't!"

"I do. Frankly, I thought it was obvious at this point."

He thought something like that was obvious, from him?! "Say you do sleep with me, what then? What more could you want from me?"

He still didn't make a move to stand as she loomed over him. She was looking down on him, and yet, she still didn't have any semblance of control. It was maddening.

"What I want is for you to give yourself to me, and I don't just mean your body."

"You can't mean that. You don't know what you're saying." Her hand came down to the collar of his shirt, tugging it in her hysteria, and he allowed it.

"I know exactly what I'm saying Sakura. When I tell you that you're mine, I'm not speaking in temporary terms."

She released him as she backed up hurriedly. This was crazy, he was crazy... He finally rose to follow her, not permitting the distance she craved from him.

"How could you have this so-called adoration for me, when in the same breath, you see fit to put me in my place – as you so fondly like to tell me?"

"I'm a complicated man." To that she could agree. "I require your submission; I won't allow for anything less."

"Surprisingly enough, I've actually picked up on that."

He laughed as he stalked closer, and she realized how lighthearted it sounded. "I enjoy that about you. You're quite funny."

She almost wanted to ask him if he snuck a few shots when she was in the shower. She would have, if she didn't know for a fact her apartment was dry as the desert.

"So, if I give you the submission you oh so desire, what will you give me?" She said scornfully.

"Everything."

She gaped at him in shock. She stopped a few paces away from her door, no longer moving away from him. Her body suddenly felt heavy at his admission. Her mouth grew dry. She knew he was obsessed, but this was beyond what she could have thought. Her heart accelerated at the revelation she now faced.

"Kakashi, I can't… This will never happen." To even contemplate the idea was absurd. She wanted a relationship that made her feel safe, loved. Those words and Kakashi didn't go together. They weren't even in the same realm. "I don't want this with you."

"No isn't an answer I will ever accept from you." His face was stony. "I'll have you, no matter what it takes. There is no other option but me. Do you understand, Sakura?"

Oh, she understood how his deranged mind came to that conclusion. But she knew this wasn't a fight she wanted to get into now. "I'm tired Kakashi. I'll come tomorrow as you said." She moved a shaking hand to unlock her door. "I'd like you to leave now. I know I can't force you to, but I'm asking you to."

"Alright." He had an unreadable look on his face, but she was just thankful he was listening for once. She opened the door for him, only to jump back into his chest at the sight of the person approaching the doorway… Ino.

"Oh. My. God." The blonde exclaimed in shock, before clapping her hands over her mouth. She wasn't looking at Sakura, her eyes were fixed on the man behind her. She slowly turned to see him roll his eyes in annoyance before realizing… he still hadn't put his mask back on.

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