Secret book of Desire by Lady Hinata Uzumaki Chapter Twenty-Two
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Naruto finally opened his desk drawer. There, he found a small purple notebook that carried the familiar scent of lavender. As he flipped through its pages, a blush crept over his face he was ashamed to admit that his dick was already hard. Turning the page and reading its contents, he smirked and There, in his wife's neat handwriting, was an entry marked Hinata's Hidden Desire #11.
Hinata's Hidden Desire #11
The Leaf Village has changed so much, especially with the new Thunder Rail. I've never ridden it before, but I have a different kind of ride in mind…
I want Naruto to take me on the train in that tiny space between the carts, where no one can see. I mean, imagine if Naruto couldn't control himself and fucked me in an empty train cart, or even fucked me between the train carts or on the train as it rattles along. The thought of him pushing me against the wall, pulling up my dress, taking me fast and hard as the train speeds across the tracks it's thrilling. It'll never happen, but it's nice to dream…"
Naruto's eyes widened as he reread the passage. A wicked grin spread across his face as he murmured, "Fuck, this is going to be great." His mind raced with daring possibilities each one more than the last as he vowed to bring Hinata's wild fantasy to life.
Naruto quickly checked his schedule on his scrollpad. The meeting with Sakura could wait, he decided; besides, he might even reschedule his chat with Shino, since he tended to fall asleep whenever they spoke. Sai, the Anbu black, was doing pretty well, and a few completed missions meant that Shikamaru could handle things. Satisfied, Naruto turned his attention to the train station schedule stops.
His eyes scanned the map on his scrollpad. "Okay," he thought, "first stop: the new part of the village, the Central Train Station. I'll have Hinata meet me there." He noted that the train made stops in the following order: Konoha Shinshigai Station, Land of Earth train station, Main Street Station Old City Station and finally Sunagakure Train Naruto 's heart pounded with anticipation as he planned the details in his mind. Every stop, every possibility, was a step toward turning Hinata's secret desire into reality.
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Hinata awoke to find a letter resting on her nightstand. She picked it up and scanned the hurried handwriting. In Naruto's rushed style, the note read:
"I have some business to attend to in the Land of Wind. Join me on the Thunder rail train at noon. Wear something easy to slide off."
—Naruto
Her fingers skimmed over the inked words reading it once again. Naruto had never sent messages like this before. It was bold, unexpected...but exciting. Hinata held the note, a wide smile breaking across her face. Naruto wanted to spend time with her. Hinata couldn't help the excitement bubbling inside her as she sat on their bed. Flashes of Naruto's bright blue eyes burned in her mind, his deep moans echoing in her memory, the hushed whispers he would murmur against her skin. Her nipples tightened, and her pussy throbbed with anticipation with a deep, aching throb between her thighs.
She untied her robe with trembling fingers, her breath hitching as she lifted the note to her nose. His scent sandalwood, sweat, and something unmistakably him filled filled her lungs, her causing throbbing between her legs to intensified, her body responding to the phantom sensation of Naruto's touch lingering in her memory. Spreading her legs, she let her fingers trail over her skin, teasing herself with feather-light touches before slipping beneath her underwear. A shudder ran through her as she found her folds, her fingers grazing the wetness pooling there. The memory of his hands on her possessive, his thick fingers exploring her with hunger flooded her senses, making her hips buck involuntarily.
Her breath grew shallow as she sank her fingers deep into her folds, gasping at the overwhelming pleasure. She bit her lip, muffling a moan as she inhaled Naruto's lingering scent on the note, the longing inside her building to a fever pitch. With one hand on her breast, she pinched and twisted her nipple, rolling the sensitive bud between her her fingers.Her other hand worked between her pussy folds, her soaked fingers sliding effortlessly as her movements grew more frantic, more desperate. Her mind conjured images of Naruto his body pressed against hers, his roughened hands roaming her skin, exploring every inch of her.
Her eyes flickered to his photo on the nightstand, a sharp cry escaped her lips "NARUTO" as her release tore through her, her back arching, her legs trembling, her fingers drenched with her own desire. The intensity of her release left her gasping, her body still pulsing in the aftermath. Panting, she collapsed onto the bed, her skin flushed, her limbs weak. She could hardly believe what she had just done how desperately she had needed him. Her heart pounded as she stared at Naruto's picture, her lips parting in a soft, breathless whisper. She needed him now. She needed him more than ever. And she wouldn't wait a second longer.
After taking a long, refreshing shower, Hinata felt a deep sense of contentment. She was happy to see that Naruto still had the love she once feared he had lost for her. It warmed her heart to witness him prioritizing her and the children, making an effort in ways she hadn't expected. Sometimes, he even adjusted his schedule for them, and she truly appreciated every gesture.
But now that their love had been rekindled, Hinata knew she wasn't going back to feeling unnoticed. She had spent too long yearning for his attention now, she had it thought about their upcoming date. Riding the Thunder Rail had always been a dream of hers, and now, Naruto was making it happen. With a soft sigh, she turned toward her closet, running her hands over the fabric of her dresses. What to wear, a small part of her hesitated. Was this the right outfit?
She picked out a striped, light blue collared dress tight-fitting and lightweight, perfect for summer. A delicate zipper ran along the back, from her nape down to her lower back, making it easy to slip off. It was simple yet flattering. Underneath, she had chosen a black lace bra and a matching G-string that accentuated her curves in just the right way.
Reaching for her favorite crossbody bag the green toad-shaped one Naruto had given her on their first date she smiled at the memory.That small gift had meant so much to her back then, and now, years later, it still did.
Sliding her fingers down the smooth fabric of her dress, Hinata let out a slow, steady breath. She wasn't entirely sure what Naruto had planned, but she was more than ready to find out just as he had instructed. She looked at her reflection, taking in the woman staring back at her. Her hair had grown significantly over the past few months, longer and silkier than before.
Today, she had styled it into two high ponytails, intricately braided for an elegant yet playful touch. A soft sweep of pink eyeshadow highlighted her features, while black eyeliner defined her eyes, making them stand out even more. Completing the ensemble, she slipped on a pair of white sandals with towering seven-inch heels, adding a graceful height to her frame. With a final glance in the mirror, she took a deep breath, excitement glowing in her lavender eyes.
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Hinata climbed the steps to the Thunder Rail station, the lively hum of the bustling crowd filling the air. People were everywhere families, couples, and eager travelers purchasing tickets, their voices blending into excitement. To her left, a merchandise stand proudly displayed all things Konoha. Leaf Village flags swayed gently in the breeze, history books stacked neatly beside plushies of famous Shinobi, and, of course, the ever-popular T-shirts bearing Naruto's face.
She smiled to herself, knowing this had been Naruto's idea. Every purchase helped fund the orphanage, ensuring the village's most vulnerable children were cared for, all while easing the citizens' tax burden. That was just the kind of man he was thoughtful, selfless, always putting others before himself.
Hinata could hardly breathe. The moment she stepped onto the platform, her eyes locked onto him. Naruto.
He stood effortlessly against a sleek steel pillar near the boarding gates. The sight of him so confident, so undeniably powerful with his Hokage cloak, embroidered with the Seven Flames of Konoha, draped over his broad shoulders. The golden-red hues shimmered under the station's lights, making him look regal.
And yet, this was her husband. Hinata's gaze roamed over him, drinking in every detail. His glowing tan skin, stretched over muscles honed from years of battle and discipline. That wild, untamed blonde hair Hinata had always adored it, no matter how much effort he put into styling it. But today? Today, the blonde strands shimmered as the wind tousled them just right, falling over his forehead in a way that was effortlessly sexy. Her stomach tightened. She didn't know how he did it how he could be both the boy she fell in love with and the man who made her knees weak.
His Hokage cloak was unfastened, the edges swaying slightly with the breeze, giving her an unobstructed view of the tight black T-shirt clinging perfectly to his rock-hard torso. The fabric stretched over his chiseled abs, molding to every taut muscle with every controlled breath he took.
Her mouth went dry.
And then his arms. Those damn arms. Casually crossed over his chest, thick and veined, his forearms were exposed just enough beneath his slightly rolled-up sleeves to make her pulse race. As if sensing her gaze, Naruto shifted, rolling his shoulders in an easy, effortless motion. The flex of his biceps, the slow rise and fall of his chest every movement radiated unshaken confidence and raw strength, showing off just how much power he held in that body.
Naruto's bright blue eyes locked onto hers. That gaze so piercing, so intense held her in place, burning with a heat that sent a jolt of anticipation straight through her. And then… that smirk. A lazy, cocky smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, his cute whisker marks stretching just slightly. That was the look that made her pulse race, that made in ways she knew she shouldn't be thinking about in public. And the worst part? She wanted to run her tongue across it. Damn him.
"Hey, beautiful," he greeted, his voice a deep. "Naruto," she managed, her voice breathless and soft. His grin widened. "You're right on time," he said as he reached forward, brushing his fingers over her wrist and drawing her hand toward him. "And look at you," he murmured appreciatively, his blue eyes darkening with desire. "You followed instructions perfectly."
"Naruto," she managed to whisper, her voice trembling with both anticipation and disbelief.
Naruto leaned in once more, his voice barely a murmur, "Are you ready for our trip, my little Hummingbird? "The playful nickname a term of endearment known only to them sent a thrill through Hinata's entire being. She still remembered the first time he called her that, his reason so simple yet so undeniably him. "Because you're beautiful," he had told her, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "And because when you fight, your fists move as fast as a hummingbird."
The platform and its bustling crowd faded into the background, Her cheeks flushed, and though she tried to regain her composure, she found herself nodding before her mind could catch up. With a final lingering kiss against her wrist, Naruto whispered, "Good, because I can't wait to get you alone."
Inside the train, a nervous ticket conductor approached. "Lord Seventh, I wasn't informed you'd be riding the train today," he stammered, his tone laced with anxiety. "The honorable advisor, Shiakamaur, never informed me, I'm so sorry, sir," he added quickly. "We don't have your Hokage private cart ready just yet," he continued, his words tumbling out in a flurry of apologies.
Naruto cast a sharp glance at the conductor, irritation flickering in his blue eyes as he caught the man's lingering stare directed at Hinata. His jaw tightened. "How long? " he asked, his tone edged with impatience. He didn't feel the need to repeat himself.
Hinata, watching the exchange with quiet amusement, had noticed it too the conductor's poorly hidden glances. She wasn't offended. She was used to it by now. Wherever she went with Naruto, people noticed her. Some admired her as the Hokage's wife, others found her beauty captivating, but very few were bold enough to be this obvious.
At least, not when Naruto was watching.
And Naruto was always watching.
She felt it before she saw it the subtle way his arm tightened around her waist, the quiet but unmistakable claim in his touch. He was no longer just standing beside her. He was staking his claim. The conductor, already flustered, visibly gulped as Naruto flexed ever so slightly. The thin fabric of his black shirt stretched taut over his muscles, emphasizing the effortless strength beneath. His biceps twitched just enough to send a silent message, and Hinata knew exactly what he was doing. The poor man paled, beads of sweat forming at his temple. "L-Lord Seventh, we will have your private cart ready immediately at the next stop," the conductor stammered, nearly tripping over his words. Hinata pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh.
"Naruto, don't we need a ticket?" she asked, tilting her head train attendant's eyes widened, and he shook his head frantically. "Absolutely not, Lady Hinata, Lord Seventh never has to pay to ride this train, and as his wife, you are allowed free passage as well. No ticket is needed."
Naruto flashed a confident smile, draping an arm over her shoulder as the conductor quickly bowed and scurried away, looking relieved to escape. Naruto smirked in satisfaction as he watched the man flee. "That's better," he murmured, mostly to himself.
Hinata shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips as she tugged gently at his arm. "Naruto," she whispered, tilting her head up to look at him. "Are you really that jealous?" Naruto turned to her, his expression softening slightly. His arms remained firm around her, his touch protective, unyielding. Naruto turned to her, his expression softening. "It's not jealousy," he murmured, brushing his lips against her temple. "It's just.." He exhaled, eyes flickering with heat. "You're mine, Hinata. I don't like the way other men look at you." She tilted her head, feigning innocence. "You don't like it when men admire me?" Naruto's grip on her waist tightened slightly. "No," he answered flatly.
Changing the subject and loosening his possessive hold on her waist, Naruto flashed a cocky grin. "See, free ride Hinata? Perks of being married to the Hokage."Hinata shook her head with a playful sigh. "You never have to pay for anything, do you?"
Naruto chuckled, pulling her even closer against his side. "Wouldn't matter if I did," he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to her temple. "As long as I get to take this ride with you."
The train car was designed with an simplicity, paying homage to Sunagakure, the Village Hidden in the Sand. Artful depictions of wind-swept dunes and ancient sandstone structures adorned the walls, the neutral tones blending with the warm wooden benches lining each side. Soft lighting cast a glow over the space, creating a calm atmosphere as passengers settled in to enjoy the rolling scenery beyond the windows.
Hinata took in her surroundings, her lavender eyes sweeping over the various passengers. A mother cradled her newborn, rocking gently as the baby cooed in contentment. An elderly couple sat together in peaceful silence, their hands intertwined as they gazed out the window. Across from them, two young Chunin women whispered excitedly to each other, their cheeks flushed a bright red as they stole glances toward Naruto.
Hinata instinctively turned to her husband, admiring the way he carried himself with effortless confidence strong, assured, and undeniably handsome. Even in casual attire, with his Hokage cloak draped over his arm, Naruto was striking.
As if gathering their courage, two Chunin hesitantly approached. One of them beamed, her voice light with excitement. "Lord Seventh, is that you?" Naruto turned to them with his usual friendly grin. "Yeah, it's me." The women giggled, their cheeks flushing. "Is there a special occasion, Lord Seventh?" one of them asked curiously. Naruto chuckled, slipping an arm around Hinata's waist as he answered smoothly, "I don't need a special occasion to spend time with my lovely wife."
The women exchanged knowing glances, their blush turned to the Chunin and he asked, "Is everything okay with the train?" They nodded in confirmation, prompting him to explain to Hinata, "I like to have at least one Chunin on board for security." Hinata nodded, her expression thoughtful. "Oh," she murmured, realizing she hadn't understood why Naruto had asked about the train in the first place.
"Please enjoy your ride," Naruto added with a polite two women exchanged glances before walking away, whispering excitedly to each other. Naruto's atte ntion shifted back to Hinata, who stood quietly beside him. He noticed the subtle twitch of her fingers, the slight tilt of her head signs that she was deep in thought. She wasn't the jealous type, but she had certainly noticed. Softly, almost to herself, she murmured, "I see… you're still as popular as ever." Naruto smirked, leaning in so only she could hear.
His voice was low, teasing yet sincere. "Hinata, you know that's not true. The moment you step into a room, everything else fades I look around, all I see is my beautiful, sexy wife." His lips brushed against her ear, his breath warm against her skin. His voice dropped, rich and intimate. "My only weakness in this world," he murmured, "is how completely you have me under your spell."
"Let's go sit down," Naruto said, guiding her toward their seats. Hinata's, her heart racing at the weight of his words.
"Thank you for joining me today," Naruto added, pressing a soft kiss against her temple. Her fingers, which had curled into her lap, slowly relaxed. She turned to look at him, her lavender eyes shining with affection.
"Always," she whispered back.
"Wow, this is so incredible, Naruto," Hinata murmured, her voice filled with genuine wonder as she gazed out the window, taking in the smiled, but something inside him ached at the realization, she had never seen this before. She had always been at home, taking care of Boruto, Himawari, and him. He had been on this train more times than he could count, rushing between Konoha and the Land of Wind for Hokage business, but for Hinata, this was new. It was an adventure.
A pang of guilt settled in his chest. Had he ever asked if she was happy? He knew she had retired from being a kunoichi to raise their children, but had he just assumed she was content with her life as a housewife?
Above them, a scroll-digital display flickered with the list of upcoming stations.
Konoha Shinshigai Station
Land Of Earth Station
Main Street Station
Old City Station
Sunagakure train station.
They were still in the Land of Fire, headed toward their next stop. The soft hum of the train filled the air as Naruto watching Hinata as the way her fingers brushed over the wooden armrest, tracing invisible patterns as she took it all in. He reached over, placing his hand on top of hers, his thumb gently stroking her knuckles. "Are you enjoying yourself, hummingbird? "Hinata turned to him, her expression softening. "I really am," she admitted. "I never realized how freeing it feels to just… sit back and travel like this."Naruto exhaled, squeezing her hand. "Then let's make sure you do it more often." The intercom crackled to life. "
Next stop: Konoha Shinshigai Station. Estimated arrival: Twenty minutes."
The train's rhythm shifted as it prepared to slow down, but Naruto was no longer focused on their destination. His attention was entirely on her the way Hinata's lips curled into a soft smile, the way her eyes shimmered with excitement, the way she lit up over something so simple. At that moment, he made a silent promise this wouldn't be the last adventure he gave had already sent a few clones ahead, scouting the next train cars to ensure their privacy. One of them returned, giving him a subtle nod before disappearing in a puff of smoke.
He smirked. "Hey, Hinata, you know I hate sitting around for too long. Come on, let's go explore the train."
To be continue...
Sneak Peek: Next Chapter
"Tell me you trust me," Naruto murmured, his breath hot against her ear as he carried her into the open air. The station was dark, deserted at this late hour just the hum of the oncoming train in the distance.
"N-Naruto," Hinata stammered, her heart racing. "You wouldn't..."
"Oh, but I will, hummingbird." His smirk was wicked as he laid her down on the cold steel of the train tracks, positioning himself between her trembling thighs. "You want danger? You want to feel something unforgettable?"