Sakura is brought in to interrogate her father's enemy. But when she's left alone with him, it's DEFINITELY no longer an interrogation.

Mafia Sakura and Sasuke. A sasusaku snippet. 18+. Dark themes, torture, manipulation. Oral sex. Forced. Dirty talk.

"So, you're not in the mood to talk, huh?"

They had beaten him with different styles of instruments, including their feet and fists. Starved him until his stomach no longer ached from hunger pains and just accepted that his body must do what it can to survive, without consistent substance coming into it. And finally they've done as many demeaning (and derogatory) things as they possibly could to him. But even at their worst...this newest form of torture didn't compare; it was far, far worse than ANYTHING they had forced upon him thus far. Leaving her alone with him had been a critical error on their part it seems.

She was staring at him, twisting the key to his chains lazily on her pointer finger, while cocking her head slightly to the side. He simply stared right back at her...forcing himself to take slow, steadying breaths...in a desperate attempt to try and ease the growing anxiety in his stomach. 'What is she up to,' the dark-haired thought; eyes narrowing slightly and black brows twisting downward in contemplation. 'And why is she dressed like that?' His question was soon answered when her expression quickly changed, and she tossed the key somewhere behind her before sliding slowly out of her seat and onto the floor. He lifted a brow then, but remained silent as the pinkette moved onto her hands and knees as she arched her back slightly in order to lift her hips upward enticingly.

"I know how to get the information I require...," she purred with a wicked smirk. His teeth ground against one another as he tried to shove himself away from her approach... the petite female crawling toward him on all fours as slowly as she possibly could, her lean frame swaying to and fro until she was pressing both palms against his knees; spreading them wide apart with a firm shove, before situating herself comfortably between them on her knees. "And don't worry; because no one is here to hear you beg me to stop."

He was about to protest this accusation when he felt her palm his cock from the top of his pants; a tiny, but audible groan slipping past his parted lips. Sasuke cursed himself for not being able to control his body's reaction better and glared at Sakura when her smirk widened into a downright devilish grin. "Stop it... now," he hissed, but she shook her head in the negative and pressed down; his hips thrusting up slightly to meet her as if they had a mind of their own. It was somewhat embarrassing that he could succumb to his baser desires so easily, (and with his enemy's daughter, to add salt to the wound) but right now... it was hard to focus on anything other than how this sneaky pink-haired beauty had gripped his hard-on through his pants while also using her free hand to work the sweats down his hips.

He hadn't even noticed until he felt a cool breeze on his backside and attempted one last time to scoot his chair backwards; though with the chains wrapped around his calves as well, that made it nearly impossible and she let out a girlish giggle, before releasing him to pull his pants down the rest of the way; ripping them swiftly past his ass cheeks before they settled on his ankles and feet. Sasuke growled at her and tried to clamp his legs, squeezing her as he did so... but this only seemed to spur her on as she moved even closer to him... her warm breath fanning him, while her right hand wrapped loosely around his length. "I can ask you anything I want to know, but will you give me the truthful answers that I seek? If not, I can always torture you by—"

"I won't give you my friend's location," he seethed; his hips thrusting slightly as he shifted in his seat. "So, do what you want with me. I dare you... Sa-ku-ra." It was a provocation spoken as a direct taunt and had an almost immediate and desired effect. He watched (with only mild satisfaction) as her luminescent eyes flashed in annoyance at not getting what she wanted.

That however didn't last long.

He felt her grip on him suddenly strengthen, tightening as she slowly began to work him up and then down; testing to see how far she could push him, before he cracked. Turns out he didn't last nearly as long as he would have liked to.

Twenty-one seconds to be exact.

That's the amount of time it took before his hips reacted, jerking upward in an attempt to ease some of the growing tension in his belly. He closed his eyes and took a shaky breath, about to vocalize again that she must stop, when he felt her lips brush lightly against his velvety, bulbous tip. "Sakura...," he growled, the sound rumbling in the back of his throat as his hips thrust once more.

"I'll stop, Sasuke-kun...," she whispered sensually, before her tongue darted out to taste his slit. "As soon as you give me what I want. If not, I will bring you to the brink over and over again... (lick) until you can't take it anymore. Begging me to take your cock to the back of my throat... (lick) and suck you fucking dry." The tip of her tongue swirled circles around his girth, before Sakura sucked the tip between her lips; her hooded gaze zeroing in on his twisted features as his lips finally parted again to let out a guttural moan. She smirked again and pulled back, releasing him slowly with a loud pop, while her hand continued to pump his base. "Or perhaps, I could climb on your lap and let you fuck my tight little cunt. I bet you would love to feel my walls around you right now. Don't you want to fuck me, Sasuke?" She licked her lips and lowered again, her head bobbing up and down sensually as she dragged him... inch by painstakingly slow inch into her mouth before once again releasing him with a loud, wet pop. "Just tell me what I want to know, and I'll let you fuck me in any way that you wish." He bit his bottom lip so hard that he could taste the coppery tang of blood on his tongue.

"I— fuck— c-can't."

"Hmm," the pink-haired sighed, her grip on him loosening slightly. "That's a real pity. Maybe I should ask one of the guards to come in— You can watch me fuck him instead." She let him go completely then and stood up; her fingers tickling the flesh of her abdomen that was barely visible to the naked eye between the fabric barely covering her hips and breast. "Do YOU want to see someone else fuck my pussy? I'm sure that would be torture." She tilted her head to the right, wrapping her fingertips around the hem of her shirt, before lifting it slowly; exposing the bottom soft, fatty flesh of her perky little mounds, before stopping to wait for a response from him. And Sasuke didn't want to give it to her, knowing that she would see straight through a lie, but eventually did so in spite of his reservations about it.

"No," he finally admitted in a huffed breath, barely audible to her; and she let her lips lift slightly again, before sliding the shirt off of her then tossing it to the side. Despite what he would care to admit, she had made him needy, and he wanted her to release him from the built up tension forcing his muscles to grow taunt in their desperation for a much needed release. Sasuke needed her to finish the job she'd started. He needed it, badly.

"Does that mean you're prepared to give me what I want?"

"That depends," he said as she shimmied out of her shorts next; standing bare across from him. "... on what you plan on doing with the information." She shoved his thighs apart again and stood between them, eyeing him slowly (up and then down) before settling on his eyes...her left hand lifting to cup the back of his neck...while the right moved back to leisurely stroking his cock. She twisted her fingers into his hair and jerked his head back before bending forward. Her tongue lapped slowly across his clavicle before moving up his throat, then it tickled the skin behind his ear before she bit down gently on his earlobe.

He could feel her slight weight settle on his lap and closed his eyelids tightly when his cock briefly came into contact with her cunt. Her grip on him tightened and she began to pump him faster as she relaxed, legs spread wide open on his thighs. "I don't plan on handing over your little friend...if that's what you're worried about." She thrust forward and a small breath of air escaped his lungs as she lined his cock up between her folds; her hand still vigorously working his hard shaft. Sasuke couldn't help but buck up into her... the desire to fuck, breed, couple-up with this female beginning to outweigh any and all reasonable, rationale thoughts that he had previously held onto to keep his sanity intact.

He pictured himself breaking free of his chains, forcing her onto her back beneath him, or pinning her to the wall as he drilled into her, forcing his name from her lungs as he used her body to satisfy his every desire...marking every inch of her delicious skin with his teeth, nails, and tongue. Like an animal in heat, he wanted to take her to bed over and over again until she had passed out from exhaustion; only to do it all over again once she had woken back up.

He was brought back to the present, when she continued. "Believe it or not... I plan on getting him to the safe house that was left to me by my mother. At least until things blow over with my father."

"Y-you...," he bit down hard on his tongue when he felt the tip of his cock penetrate her; but only the tip, as she slowly and methodically rocked her ass against him; the torturous movement causing a small, guttural growl of frustration to escape from between his teeth. "... want to save him?"

"Yes."

"But, why?" She paused and cocked her head to the side; her expression briefly betraying her true motives... before she quickly schooled it again.

"I have my reasons."

Indeed Sakura did, and Sasuke was unfortunately privy to them. The dark-haired shifted ever so slightly in his seat to better accommodate her swaying hips and sighed deeply. "Fine. I'll tell you."

"Really?"

"Yes. But on two conditions."

He watched as her features darkened with apprehension and her hips momentarily halted as her once frantic pace on his shaft also slowed significantly. "What are they," she finally asked.

"First is that I'm going to help you with whatever psychotic scheme you've got going on here, Sakura. Lord knows if I don't... you'll probably get yourself killed." Her lips twisted down, but she eventually conceded with a sharp nod...and Sasuke could tell that her apprehension was mounting and forced his lips into a neutral line, so as to not give anything away of his next demand.

"And second?" He gave her a dark glare.

"Get your ass on my cock and ride me, woman. I think you have tortured me long enough." Sakura rolled her eyes but her lips twisted into a coy smile before she gripped him at the base; impaling hers on him moments later and pulling him in for a passionate kiss as she fulfilled his every wish.

Author's Notes:

If any of these sound like your own writing or another you have read I apologize but I didn't copy anyone's work. This is entirely my own writing.