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There was a resounding knock on the door, he growled, it was the type of knocking that couldn’t be ignored. “Come in.” he spoke between his teeth.
His two most trusted lieutenants stepped in, they both stopped in their tracks as their eyes wandered down. They both looked away from the scene before them, she was on her knees between his legs, her dress falling from her shoulders, she was licking and sucking at his cock. She seemed unfazed by the intrusion and continued.
“What do you two want?” he hissed.
They both bowed “Our apologies, Lord Madara, but there has been word that the Uzumaki clan have aligned with the Senju clan.”
Madara let out a low moan as she did something particularly delightful with her tongue. He looked down at her, “That’s it baby girl.” He turned back to his subordinates, “Itachi, Shisui, that is not surprising, we knew there were arrangements. Why are you bothering me with this right now?” his hand went down to her hair.
Itachi glanced down, her hair always reminded him of spring, of blooming cherry blossoms, hence her name, Sakura. She was focused on her task of pleasing their master, her pink tongue darting out, her jade eyes glazed. He could catch a glimpse of her perky rosy nipples. He quickly looked away again, “We also heard they had invited the Hatake Clan and the Sarutobi clans to the wedding.”
Madara growled again. “Fucken Hatake’s, I knew the Sarutobi’s would side with them, but the Hatake’s always played themselves the lone wolves. Can’t expect much from their kind it seems. Very well leave me.” He waived them away. They both bowed and walked out.
Shisui waited until they were far enough away down the hall, “What was that?”
Itachi shrugged, “You know he just uses her for his pleasure.”
“Not that, everyone knows she’s his little plaything, I meant you, couldn’t take your eyes off her.” He said in a hushed tone.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He bit out.
Shisui gave him a sly smile, “Imagining if it was you?”
Itachi scowled, “Shut up.”
“I mean, she is just so perfect. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to have her suck my cock or bounce on me until I could see how pretty she looks cuming on my cock.” Shisui’s eyes glazed over in fantasy.
“Shut up idiot. She’s his not for us to even think about.” He growled at his energetic cousin.
Shisui laughed, “Anyways, try not to look at her like you want to tear her away from him. He might notice someday.”
“I don’t look at her any way.” He started walking faster.
“I’m saying it out of concern, you are a brother to me. Don’t go falling for her, she belongs to him.” Shisui spoke softly as he caught up.
“I know Shisui. I’m not stupid, I won’t do anything.” There was no point in denying it to Shisui, he had a way of always knowing the truth.
Sakura had been brought to the house over ten years ago, she must have been eight or nine, she was a scrawny little thing, Madara had taken her from the streets and groomed her to be his, and she was, in every way. She was always in his shadow, wherever he was she was right next to him, he didn’t go anywhere without her. Everyone knew she was untouchable, even she knew that. Itachi had even heard of a story that Madara had gone into a jealous rage and hit her so badly that he broke her arm when she was about thirteen. That was the only time anyone had ever heard of him laying a hand on her, but for the most part she was as silent as a flower, she didn’t speak to anyone, she was only to be admired from afar but never engaged with, just like a flower.
“Do you ever wonder what her voice sounds like?” Shisui asked softly.
Itachi looked out to the gardens at night, “I’m sure it sounds like the song of morning birds.”
“Well aren’t you the poetic one.” He teased.
“She just seems so out of place here, a bright flower in a house of death.”
“Maybe that’s why he has her. Maybe we should find our own little sunshine?” he rubbed his elbow on Itachi’s side. “Maybe I need to go find that pretty blonde maid, Sumie.”
Itachi made a non-comital noise to appease his cousin and let him ramble on about all the pretty girls around but Itachi only thought of one.
Madara had turned his attention at the sexy woman currently gagging on his cock the moment the two left. “Fuck baby girl.” He leaned his head back, reclining on the chair as she continued, her tongue massaging his length, her nimble fingers tugging at his sacks, fuck he was going to cum soon. He bent down and picked her up, “I need to cum inside you baby.”
She settled over his lap and let him push her down on his thickness, “Yes daddy.” She breathed out as he stretched her out. She let the dress fall to the floor as she bounced on him. She knew what he liked, he had shown her every way he liked her and like a good girl she did what he wanted. His large hands went to cup her breasts, her own fingers went down to play with her clit and soon she was falling into the darkness of the pleasure he gave her.
“Yes baby, cum for me.” He groaned, he slammed her down as she cried out and finally released his seed inside of her fluttering walls. He pulled her to him, his fangs came out, she tilted her head offering herself to him. He kissed her neck instead, he didn’t need to feed off her every time.
She felt his sharp fangs graze her skin before he retracted them, instead kissing and licking at her neck and shoulders. She smiled and nuzzled into him, the euphoria of orgasm wearing off and leaving her spent. He pulled her off him, he pulled his pants up, grabbed her dress to cover her with and carried her out of the room.
“Time for bed baby girl.” He said into her ear as he walked down the hall.
She nodded, “Yes daddy, I’m tired.” He tucked her into bed and crawled in behind her.
Madara had a routine, he liked to wake up early and shower with her, he would clean every inch of her and she would clean him in return, he would tell her what she would wear that day and what the schedule for the day was. This morning he had extra time, he wanted to enjoy her. He had her legs spread out before him, her sweet pink pussy was in front of his face, he suckled and licked eagerly, her sweet honey filling his mouth. She was rocking under him, a moaning mess, then she was begging for more. He couldn’t deny her, she had been such a good girl, and the way she called him daddy always made him lose control.
She squealed in delight as he inserted two fingers in her heat. She legs were shaking as he curled his fingers to press against her sensitive walls. “Ooooh I’m so close!” she groaned. His mouth left her clit and licked at the inside of her thigh, she felt his fangs on her skin, she whimpered in anticipation, she looked down to see him grin at her right before he bit down. She shrieked in pleasure, her body convulsing at the strength of her orgasm, he latched on and sucked her blood until he was satisfied and then lapped up her juices.
He loved to the taste of her orgasm and her blood in his mouth. He stood up and took in the sight of his woman on the bed as she heaved, her perfect breasts rising with every breath. He knew he was lucky to have her, she was different than the last girl he had, Sakura never gave him too much trouble, he supposed it must have been that he offered her everything she had lacked when he had found her starving on the streets and she was smart enough to know her place. He went to get dressed.
“Daddy, did you want me to take care of you?” she rolled over to look at him.
The corner of his lip turned up, “Not right now, I’ll have you later.”
She smiled at him and nodded. “Where do you want to have breakfast this morning?” she sat up, stretching out the kinks.
He watched the way she moved, her smooth creamy skin, her pink nipples, her rosy hair falling down her back, she was beautiful and all his. “I’ll have it in the sunroom.”
She stood up, “I’ll have it arranged.”
She sat in his lap while they ate, as they usually did. She didn’t ever think what they had was love, more of a sense of gratefulness, he was good to her she was good to him, and for the most part he was kind to her, as long as she played by his rules. He had picked out a navy pleated skirt that fell above her knees, a white top with ruffles and a blue ribbon to match, and since it was still chilly in the mornings, over the knee black suede boots. He fed her a strawberry, she took her time biting into it, licking her lips and making sure he saw her swallow, he liked a show.
This was her life, she was there to please Lord Madara, head of the Uchiha Clan Upyrs. She had fallen into this world by luck, or misfortune, depending on who was asked, he had found her starving on the street and for some unknown reason had taken a liking to her and claimed her as his own. He cared for her, fed her, clothed her, put a roof over her head, he provided safety, all the things she had never had. She learned he was a meticulous man but generous when his expectations were met. There was only one time that she dared defy him and he had broken her arm in rage but seeing her in a sling made him remorseful, he had showered her with gifts and affection.
“I am not unfair, I have rules for a reason and I expect them followed. Don’t ever test me again baby girl, life can be very good to you if you do as you are told.” He had told her the night he apologized.
Sakura remembered that night, she had wanted to do something stupid, she had wanted to sneak out and had been caught. She deserved to be punished, but she was grateful for his words and never defied him again. For all her childhood she had not been touched by him, she learned what an Upyr was, a type of immortal, she made the mistake once of comparing them to vampyrs and he scolded her, “Don’t compare us to that defiled breed. We are born, not bitten like them.”
She nodded and never asked again. She had been sixteen when he fed on her the first time, the pleasure of his bite awakened something in her and from then on she was his in every way and she never regretted it. Now she was nineteen and his shadow, always present by his side, he needed her always close by in case he desired her, which was often. She had grown up in this life, didn’t remember what it was like before, but every once in a while, she would see a fleeting look of pity or disgust from someone, but let it fall from her mind. As long as Lord Madara was happy what did it matter what other’s thought, he was the only person that mattered, he could do with her what he wished, she owed him her life.
After breakfast he had meetings with his lieutenants, she would sit quietly by his side during all his meetings, there was a clan war between factions of upyr and vampyr, alliances being made and broken. She listened as they talked about attack strategies and sabotage. She kept her head down and didn’t look at anyone. Madara would randomly reach out and touch her hair or her thighs, she had learned to read his emotions and react in accordance. Today he seemed angry, a troublesome alliance had been formed. She reached to touch his knee, her fingers running up and down his thigh under the table.
“My Lord, we still have an alliance with the Hyuga and the Kayuga upyrs and things are looking promising with the Hozuki clan.”
She glanced up, she recognized that voice, it belonged to Itachi, she liked his voice, it always seemed so kind. Their eyes met for a brief second, she looked down again. Madara squeezed the inside of her thigh, she swallowed back a squeak, she had learned never to make a sound in these situations. She was meant to be invisible.
“Yes that is good, have the Hatake’s proclaimed yet?” His hand moved further up her thigh, so close to her center. He heard a short breath escape her, as quiet as a mouse.
“Not yet.” Itachi answered.
“Invite them over for talks, I want to know where they stand.” Her hand was matching his, her finger tracing his bulge. “Shisui, what are your reports?”
She chance a glance up, she liked this one’s voice too, she would hear him in the hallways, he had a contagious laugh, and his curls, she often wondered what they would feel like, she wanted to wrap his hair around her fingers or pull a lock taught and watch it curl up again. She bit her lip to stop herself from gasping as Madara’s fingers traced her lower lips. In her peripheral she could hear Shisui talking about profit and loss statements, new acquisitions, new projects, stocks. Madara was the clan head, but he had Itachi for the supernatural politics and Shisui for the public front, a multinational technology and weapons company. Madara must be getting bored listening because he was pressing his finger past her folds, she spread her legs for him, he rewarded her as he pushed a finger into her center. She closed her eyes and focused on her breathing, not making a sound, keeping her face still.
“Tell the board that we should reach out to the resorts in Land of Crescent Moon and offer some of the new interactive technology, testing new tech on the hospitality industry would be mutually beneficial. Reach out to the Land of Eddy’s, I hear rumors there might be a potential revolt, they may need more weapons shipment for their police and military, and while you’re at it see what the resistance can offer us.” He shifted as her hand stroked his hard length over his pants. “Anything else?” there was a wave of negative answers. “You are dismissed.” He waved them off.
Itachi was the last to file out of the door, he chanced a look back at the lord and lady, he was already pulling her into his lap. He closed the door behind him.
Sakura giggled as he set her on the table in front of him, she spread her legs open for him, her skirt still covering her. “Were you bored daddy?” she tangled her hands in his thick wild hair as he moved forward to her.
“I was impatient to be alone with you naughty girl.” He undid the ribbon around her neck and moved on to the buttons. He pulled open her top leaving her chest bare to him, he hadn’t told her to wear underwear, he rarely did. “Do you like distracting me?” he nipped at her neck.
She breathed out, she lifted her feet to the table so he could fit between her legs. “I just can’t keep my hands off you daddy.” She tightened her grip on his hair. “I’m just a horny little girl that wants her daddy’s cock all the time.” Her voice low and seductive in his ear.
He growled, she knew exactly what to say to him. He undid his pants, pulling his length out, he pulled her closer to the edge of the table and sunk into her in a quick thrust. She cried out. “Is this what you want baby?”
“Yes daddy yes!” she screamed, he lips moving down her neck to her chest.
“Fuck baby, so tight.” He bit down on her breast, a nice red welt forming. He stood up, grabbed her thighs and fucked her. Her rose hair spread out on the deep mahogany tabletop, her breasts bouncing with every thrust, those emerald eyes of hers, dark with lust, pleading for more. She was spellbinding, he couldn’t resist her, she was always in his thoughts, he needed to constantly touch her so he could satisfy himself in knowing she wasn’t a dream.
Sakura let her eyes devour him, he was so tall and imposing, to others it was intimidating, but to her, she lived in his dominance, it was the most exciting part of him. His dark eyes full of hunger for her, he slammed into her, trying to satisfy his insatiable appetite, she loved hearing the slapping sound of their flesh meeting with every one of his hard thrusts. She felt proud that he only ever showed this side of himself to her alone, those groans and grunts, the huffing and panting were for her only. “Daddy, please, I’m going to…” she whimpered.
“Yes baby, cum, squeeze around my cock.” His thrusts became erratic, she was writhing under him and then she screamed, she arched her back off the table, her pussy clenched around him. “Fuck.” He groaned as he released himself inside of her filling her up with his orgasm. He lowered his head on her chest as they waited to catch their breath, he kissed her mounds. She was purring at his after care, she ran her fingers through his hair.
There was a knock at the door, “Come in.” he mumbled from her breasts.
It was his assistant Daisuke, “Apologies, your next meeting is here My Lord.”
Madara gave Sakura’s breasts a few more kisses, “Fine.” He stood up regretfully leaving her warmth and zipping himself up tucking in his shirt.
She sat up, she took the handkerchief Madara handed her to clean up “Thank you daddy.” She buttoned herself up and tied the ribbon around her hair instead. He gave her a small nod of approval before pulling her to sit on his knee, she put her head on his shoulder and curled herself into his lap. The next few meetings were internal clan disputes, Madara didn’t worry about decorum. She liked hearing his deep voice and feeling the vibrations from his chest as he spoke. A few of the disputes were about one person’s perceived slight against another and refusing to work together until the matter was resolved. Another was a request for assistance, she was recently widowed and was struggling to pay the bills while having a baby at home. He offered her employment at the company and there was childcare available, she took it gratefully.
After the last person left, he turned to Sakura, she was tracing the muscles on his chest, she kissed his neck. “Hungry baby girl?” she nodded. “Me too, let’s eat by the pool.”
She disentangled herself from him, “I’ll go tell the kitchen.” She walked out the servant door and headed to the kitchen. She found the head chef, Lita, and told her what to make, then found the butler, Mako, and let him know where to serve lunch. Sakura went to see the flower delivery, there were some beautiful pink and white lilies. “Mako, can I have an arrangement of these in our room as well please?”
He bowed, “Of course my Lady, I will have it sent up.”
She smiled at him, “Thank you.” She grabbed a peach and ate it as she walked down the manor, she took note of some places that needed dusting or could use some flowers to brighten up the area. She would tell Mako later. She walked out to the pool, Madara was already at the table under the shade, he was reading the newspaper. She sat down next to him, she took off her boots and put her feet on his lap, his hand went to her calves. “Food will be here soon.” She stretched back feeling the warmth of the sun on her skin, “It’s a nice day.”
He flipped the page and murmured in agreement. He tried to catch up on the news, he flipped to the entertainment page, he needed a distraction, there was a ballet in town, Sakura liked ballets, maybe they could go. He looked up at her, she was on his tablet by the way she was giggling and moving her fingers she was playing a game on it. The food arrived, he gave the paper to Mako and pointed to it “Tell Daisuke to get me tickets for tonight.” He said quietly, not wanting to Sakura to ask questions.
Mako nodded and put the paper away discretely, he motioned for the maids to set down lunch as he poured wine out on two glasses. “My Lord, My Lady.” He bowed as he set the glasses down next to their plates.
Sakura put her feet down and set down the tablet, she smiled at him. “Thank you Mako.”
Madara took a sip and gave him a nod of gratitude. He took a bite of the risotto. “Excellent pairing and tell Lita her risotto is amazing as always.” Mako nodded and walked away to give them privacy.
They ate in silence, Madara liked to reflect during lunch time, he would talk during dinner and for breakfast he liked to start his day with her, feeling her skin on his. When they finished she stood up and took his plate putting it aside to be picked up. “Did you want to lounge here for a while?”
He picked up his tablet, “Sure I have a few things I need to catch up on.”
“Maybe I’ll go for a swim then, I could use a tan too.” She went to the pool house, she had some swim suits in there for this reason. She put on a white two-piece string bikini and walked out to the pool. She did a few laps, she would notice Madara look up from his tablet and watch her.
Itachi was on the second floor, walking down the hall, he glanced out to the pool, he stopped, curiosity getting the better of him. She was swimming, she was graceful and beautiful, her toned legs, her strong arms. Then she got out, water dripping down her slim body, her curves on display. He pressed his hand against the warm glass pane, she walked over to Madara, he watched as she smiled to him. There was a sharp pang through his chest. He was about to turn away when he saw Madara’s hand reach up and pull at the strings of her suit leaving her naked, Itachi was mesmerized by her, she went to lay down on a lounge chair, Madara followed her and covered her in lotion. Itachi turned away, he couldn’t see anymore.
Sakura sighed as his strong fingers massaged the suntan lotion into her skin, he gave her ass a gentle squeeze and a light tap when he was done. “Thanks daddy.” She smiled at him.
“You are such a tease baby girl, taking me away from work.” He was amused but still, he had work to do.
“I’m sorry, I just can’t reach all my back. I didn’t think you wanted me to ask someone else.” She smirked.
He smacked her rear a little harder this time, she yipped in surprise and giggled. “Don’t joke with me.”
“Ah come on, it was a little funny.” She grinned.
He gave her a wry smile and leaned back on another chair next to her. A servant walked up and set up the umbrella to shade him. He undid a few buttons of his white shirt, he pulled out his phone and started making calls.
She found herself dozing off, luckily he tapped her chair so she could flip, she put on another layer of lotion on her front, she spent extra time on her chest making sure he was watching as she rubbed her breasts, he shook his head and smiled. She dozed off again. She was woken up by his fingers caressing her face.
“Wake up baby girl, you need to shower. I have a surprise for you.” He whispered in her ear.
She groaned as her eyes fluttered open. “A surprise? I love surprises.” She sat up, he gave her a robe to put on. “What’s the surprise daddy?”
He chuckled and snubbed her nose, “You have to wait. Get showered, clothes are already laid out for you.”
She jumped up and kissed his cheek. “You are spoiling me daddy.”
“I want to spoil my baby girl, you’ve been so good.” He ran his hands down her side and patted her thighs, “Now get going.”
She smiled big and ran back to the room, she managed to avoid some people down the hall, but as she turned a corner she crashed into two bodies. She shook her head as she disentangled herself from a jumble of limbs. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” She blinked, she had managed to bump into Itachi and Shisui.
Shisui straightened her up, “Our apologies my Lady.”
She blushed and bowed, “No it’s my fault, I shouldn’t be running down the halls.” She chuckled in embarrassment.
“There’s no need my Lady, you must be in a hurry, please don’t let us delay you.” Itachi moved aside to let her pass.
“Thank you sirs, I apologize again.” She stood for a beat studying their faces, then she rushed down the hall.
Shisui turned a sly grin on Itachi, “So does she sound like morning birds?”
“Shut up.” he walked off leaving his cousin behind laughing, but he could feel his cheeks warming up, he didn’t need to give Shisui more ammo. He was certain he would never forget the tinkling sweetness of her voice or her gentle laugh.
After showering, she went to the bed and saw the outfit he had laid out for her, it was a stunning red gown. She squealed, he was taking her to the city. She did her hair, letting it fall in a tumble of curls, she kept her make up minimal, cat-eye liner, false lashes and red lipstick to match. She put on the gown, it had a lacy bodice, the satin skirt hugging her every curve, fabric pooling at her feet, a slit up to her thigh and a small train. She turned in front of the mirror, she felt like a princess. She put on the nude strappy red soled shoes that had been laid out for her.
“You are a vision.”
She whirled around, she was beaming, “It’s amazing. Thank you daddy.” She twirled for him.
He smiled at her excitement. He buttoned up his shirt, “Help me pick out some cuff links.” He beckoned her to follow him to their dressing room, calling it a closet didn’t seem good enough. He went to a center island in the room and opened a drawer, she picked out some ruby emerald cut cufflinks and put them on for him. “All right turn around and close your eyes.”
She smiled and did as was asked, he kissed her shoulder and then felt a weight around her neck. It was a diamond necklace that sat on her collar with a large pear-shaped diamond hanging down. She gasped, “Oh its beautiful!” she turned around.
“Here are the matching earrings.” He gave her a teal box. He enjoyed watching her gasp and her face of awe at the finery, not that she would know or cared of the cost of everything he gave her, she didn’t care about the name on the label. He finished getting ready, he picked out a white coat for her and they walked out. The car was ready for them and they left.
They had dinner at an exclusive restaurant that was owned by the Hyuga, she remembered him telling her once. She didn’t feel as out of place as she used to, she had learned how to use all the utensils, having begged Mako and Lita to teach her after the first disastrous time he took her out to a nice restaurant.
After dinner, she spent the car ride guessing where they were going. He chuckled to himself, “Just wait, we’ll get there soon”
She let out a cry of happiness when they stopped at the Ballet Theater. “Oh daddy! Thank you thank you thank you!” she practically jumped out of the car as soon as the door was opened. She grabbed his elbow as they walked in.
“I thought we needed something fun.” He kissed her forehead.
“You’re the one working hard, I just sit by your side.” She smiled at him. He looked so handsome in a tux, broad shouldered, hair down his back and imposing, she noticed a few sidelong glances their way. They must look like an odd couple, he was so big and she was so petite, and while she called him daddy, and she had started as a girl because he was the closest thing she had at the time, he actually didn’t look a day over thirty, even though she was sure he was a few hundred years old, though he had never told her his real age. They took their seat in a box, a maître d brought them wine and binoculars.
During intermission a few people came to introduce themselves to him, they were all people she recognized from board meetings or clan meetings. She smiled politely at them, some would apologize to her for the interruption, she would politely ease their worries in as few words as possible. When it seemed there would be no more uninvited guests, Madara took her hand and laced his fingers through hers, he gave her hand a gentle kiss. She smiled warmly at him as their hands stayed entwined through the rest of the show.
When it ended, they made it to the foyer when he was stopped by some important person. She dropped her hand from his arm, she saw someone drop a phone, she looked up but Madara was occupied, she picked up the phone and saw the man a few feet away, she reached him and tapped his arm. “Excuse me sir, you dropped this.”
The man turned to her, she felt her lungs contract, he smiled at her, a beauty mark on his chin, he had peculiar silver hair even though his face was young and a long scar down his left eye, he was uniquely handsome.
He looked down at her hands, recognizing the phone he patted his pocket realizing it was missing, he took it from her hand, “Oh, thank you miss. I really need to hold on to my things better.” He bowed his head, “I am Kakashi Hatake. Pleased to meet you.”
She gulped, she knew that name, “Oh it was nothing I’m just glad I saw it happen. I need to go back. Pleasure to meet you Mr. Hatake.” She turned to head back.
“I didn’t get your name.” he called after her.
She didn’t want to be rude, she turned back to him, his stormy eyes holding her still, “It’s Sakura.” With that she turned her on her heel and rushed to Madara. She breathed a sigh of relief as she noticed he was still occupied with the man from earlier, but he gave her a quick glance knowing she had left his side.
When he was finally able to get rid of the old insufferable coot, Madara turned to Sakura, “Where did you go?”
“I saw someone drop his phone and gave it back.” She smiled at him.
“That was nice of you.” He held out his arm for her.
She held on to him, she shrugged, “It was nothing. Anyways, thanks for tonight, I had a lot of fun. The ballet was incredible.”
They waited for their car at the curb. “I’m glad you had fun, even with all the interruptions.”
“Oh it comes with the territory of being with you.” She squeezed his arm gently.
“You know, you are getting quite good at handling yourself with these people.” He praised.
She blushed, “Oh, I hardly say anything at all. I just figure the less I say the less possibility I have of embarrassing you.”
He chuckled, “You’re worried of embarrassing me?”
“Well I’m no one, but by your side, I should at least try my best.” She looked down at the expensive shoes she was wearing, she was a representation of him, she needed to live up to his standards.
He bent down to her ear, “I like that one moment you can be so elegant and the next, I’m fucking you in the car.”
She felt her stomach flip at his deep husky voice, she felt her skin heat up at his words. “You’re going to fuck me in this expensive dress?”
“It’s why I bought it for you.” He growled. Their car arrived, his chauffeur already had the privacy screen up as they slid in. He pushed her against the other side, his hand sliding up her legs pulling up her dress, her lean legs golden from the sun earlier, the strappy shoes making her legs seem longer. “You look so sexy baby girl.” He growled as he kissed up her legs.
She was panting in anticipation, she couldn’t really move in the confined space, she was at his mercy, which is where she loved to be. He pulled the skirt up to her stomach and opened herself to him in invitation. “I love you in that tux daddy.”
He looked down at her sweet pussy, glistening for him. He undid his belt and his pants pulling out his throbbing cock, she licked her lips, her eyes begging. He rubbed himself over her mound. “You’re so wet baby.”
She moaned as he teased her clit and her entrance, “Please daddy, I want you.”
She was the sexiest thing he had ever seen, the diamonds around her neck glimmering, the red shiny fabric pooled around her, her sinfully crimson lips, he entered her slowly, feeling her walls stretch for him. She groaned when he bottomed out. “Such a good girl you are.” He hitched her legs up to give him a better angle and started to move.
She tried to hold on to the seats so she wasn’t slipping around on the leather, “Aah!” she panted, his tip pressing against her sensitive spot. “Yes, right there.” She groaned as he added his thumb to her clit. “Fuck! Oooh! So good daddy!”
“My naught baby girl. All spread out for me to use.” One leg was hanging off the seat, the other over his shoulder, He started slamming into her, her head hitting the window with every thrust.
“I’m all yours daddy, please use me.” She screamed as his pace became ruthless.
Her breasts were threating to come out of her bodice as he fucked her, he loved it, he loved seeing something so elegant and refined used for such a dirty reason. He wanted her to cum, he wanted to see her pretty face contorted in pleasure. “Cum for me baby, I want to see you cum.” He growled.
His fingers moved faster over her clit, his thrusts deep, his voice was what was sending her over the edge. He kept telling her she was beautiful as he fucked her in this expensive dress, that he wanted her to cum, so she did. “Oooh! Daddy!” she screamed as she bucked against him, her orgasm rushing through her. He slowed down, letting her climax ebb.
“You’re so beautiful baby girl.” He kissed the top of her breasts. He pulled out and sat back, “Come here, I want to finish in your pretty little mouth.”
She adjusted herself until she was leaning over licking and sucking his cock. Her necklace was getting in the way, she put her hand on her chest to stop it from bouncing around. His hands were in her hair pushing her down until she gagged.
He groaned as her tongue swirled around his thickness, her hot mouth and nimble tongue were making his mind blank. He raked his hands through the curls of her hair, watching them bounce back. That hair of hers, so pretty, he wrapped it around his hand so he could see her pink lips over his cock. She was taking her time with him, enjoying him in her mouth, fuck, she knew what to do to him. “Aaah baby girl… that mouth…” he spilled himself in her mouth, she licked up every drop. He brought her face up. “Open.” She moaned as she opened her mouth, he could see his milky spend as she wiggled her tongue. “Swallow.” She tilted her head back, he watched her throat as she swallowed. He kissed her neck. “Such a good girl.”
She fixed her hair, he leaned over and cleaned the lipstick around her mouth. “Thanks daddy.” He stroked her cheek, kissed her forehead and pulled her to him. She cuddled up next to him for the rest of the ride back and they talked about the ballet. When they arrived back at the manor she took his hand out of the car and giggled as he twirled her. He put his arm around her waist and walked her up the front stairs to the foyer. “Think I could be a ballerina?” she stepped away from him and twirled again for him.
He chuckled, “You’re too beautiful to be a ballerina.” He grabbed her waist lifting her, spun and set her down again.
She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Let’s go to bed.” she kissed his cheek. She squeaked as he picked her up and carried her. They walked past Itachi, she caught his eyes for a split second and smiled at him as Madara carried her away. He put her down in front of the mirror stepping behind her kissing her shoulder and running his hands down her body. She leaned back to him and sighed at his caresses.
He watched her on the mirror, she was his elegant little minx, he pulled down her zipper and let the dress fall to her feet, he went back to touching her soft skin, tracing the valley of her breasts up to the necklace on her collar, it looked like it belonged on her, the diamonds sparkling off her flawless skin. His fangs came out, she caught his eyes on the mirror, she smiled and tilted her head for him. He licked at her artery, she shivered, sighing as he sunk his fangs in her flesh, her blood filling his mouth. He moaned as he drank her, she was pressing herself to him, she wanted him again, he wanted her again. Blood dripped down to the diamonds, he cleaned up her neck, his saliva healing the puncture wounds.
Her skin felt electric, she felt like she was on fire, every time he fed on her she needed him, she turned around and started pulling at his clothes, she ran her hands up his washboard abs to his wide shoulders, gods he was built like a Greek statue, her fingers raking the hair on his chest, she pushed him towards the bed undoing his pants, he flipped her and bent her over the mattress, his fingers felt like ice on her hot skin.
Madara grabbed her leg and lifted it on the mattress, he brushed her hair aside, and saw the crimson on the diamonds, he bent back down to her neck and sunk his fangs and his cock into her, she shrieked and moved her hips meeting him. Feeding on her always made them feel an overwhelming desire for each other, he saw another drop of blood fall on the large pear-shaped diamond. He growled as he fucked her ruthlessly, feeding and sex usually went hand in hand for his kind, but it was the raw need of release. He used his supernatural speed to ram into her so fast and hard that she was cuming in shrieks, he released his own orgasm inside of her and released her throat.
“You’re all mine baby girl.” He soothed, gentle kisses on her back.
She mewled at his attention, “Yes, daddy. I’m yours.”
He took off her shoes and picked her up and put her in bed. He took off her earrings putting them on the nightstand, the necklace came off her neck, he stared at the bloodstained diamonds, licked the large stone of her blood and tossed the necklace on the floor, he’d have it cleaned later. He pulled her tiny body into him and watched her fall asleep.
It had been a week since he had taken her to the Ballet and he was taking her back to the city again, this time during the day, she was practically bouncing in happiness, he rarely took her out of the manor. He had business in the city and a few errands to run that he needed her for. He had laid out a navy pencil skirt with a blush blouse, he had also laid out a white teddy, which was unusual for him to have her wear underwear, but she liked the lace on her skin, she left the blouse unbuttoned enough for a peek. She did her hair and simple makeup, slipping into blush colored platform pumps that matched her top. She went to the jewels and picked out a simple emerald cut pink diamond drop pendant that fell between her breasts, she found a matching ring and simple diamond studs.
She grabbed a clutch as she walked out to look for Madara, he should still be in his meeting. She walked down the hall and saw people filing out, the meeting must have just ended. She caught sight of Itachi, he was talking to a man, there was something familiar in his face, she wondered if she had met him before. Her brain made the connection when they both looked up and saw her, she nodded politely. That was Itachi’s brother, Sasuke. She had seen him only a handful of times, he was now captain of the Uchiha force of upyrs. After Itachi was promoted Sasuke had been promoted to Itachi’s previous position. She had seen him in the promotion ceremony and a handful of times after.
They both bowed to her, “My Lady.”
She bowed back “Sirs, nice to see both.” She noticed an intense gaze from Sasuke, he was just as handsome as his brother, but there seemed to be something darker behind his midnight eyes.
“The pleasure is ours.” His voice was deep but lacked the kindness Itachi’s had.
“Please my Lady, you seem to be busy, don’t let us keep you.” Itachi bowed as he held the door open for her to enter.
She gave them one last smile and walked over to Madara.
He was looking over notes, she sat on the table next to him, crossing her legs. His eyes followed the contours of her calves, up her thighs, she leaned forward and saw the lace teddy cradling her supple breasts under the blouse. “You look good enough to eat.” His hands went to her legs feeling her smooth skin, his mouth followed, stopping where her skirt started. “Too bad we have a full day or I would have you right now.” He bit down gently on her thigh. “I’ll take you later.” He stood up, Daisuke appeared from the shadows with his jacket, Madara slipped his arms through, grabbed his tablet and phone and put them in his jacket pocket. “Let’s go.”
She hopped off the table taking his arm and followed him out. Their first stop was at Uchiha Enterprises, there was an important board meeting, she saw Shisui there, he gave her a smile that she returned, he always seemed so bright. Since the board meeting was closed door, she went to Madara’s office to wait for him. She was bored after forty-five minutes, she peeked outside and saw one of the administrators she had met before, Shikamaru, she walked over to him.
“Can I help you My Lady?” He always looked like he was bored, but only because he was, she knew him to be brilliant, but lazy. He was a Nara, one of the supernatural families.
She gave him a sheepish smile, “I’m a bit bored, and that meeting is going to take another three hours. I hate to be a bother but is there anything I can help with? I don’t know much, but maybe I can help with filing or something?”
He looked at her in surprise, “Oh I would never allow you to do something so menial, but there might be something you can help with in our development and research department. They may want your opinion on it.”
She perked up, “Oh that sounds interesting.”
“Let me walk you down.” He stepped around the desk, she followed him to the elevator.
He pressed a button, there was black glass he pressed his palm on and typed in a number. The elevator moved down to the middle of the building. They stepped off, she looked around, it looked like there had been an explosion, there were glass boards with equations and drawing everywhere, electronic components littered work surfaces, books and tools strewn about. She wondered how people could work in such disarray. They walked toward the back of the floor, there were three people arguing, it took Shikamaru tapping on the table for them to notice.
“These are the three heads of this department, Temari is our designer, Kankuro is our engineer and Gaara is our programmer.” He turned a hard look at them, “This is Lady Sakura.”
The all bowed at her, she blushed, it was one thing when they did it at the manner but in the outside world it seemed off putting. “Please don’t, just Sakura is fine.”
Gaara stepped up to her, his sea green eyes captivating, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss Sakura.” He gave her small nod.
Kankuro reached out his hand, she shook it, “Pleasure Miss Sakura.”
Temari gave her a smile, “Nice to meet you. What can we do for you?”
“She’s bored waiting for Lord Madara to finish his meeting, she offered to help, I thought maybe you could show her some new tech and get her perspective on it.” Shikamaru answered.
Temari gave him a wry smile, “Good idea.”
“You say that with surprise.” He grumbled.
“Just wish acted on your good ideas more often.” She teased.
He sighed, “Troublesome woman.”
“You still love me.” She grinned.
“Yeah, yeah.” He muttered. “Anyways, take care of Lady Sakura, I’ll come back when the meeting has ended.” He bowed to Sakura. “They fight like cats and dogs, but they are all nice people.” He whispered.
Sakura held back a giggle, “Thank you Shikamaru.” She turned to the trio, “I apologize for interrupting, please feel free to let me know if I’m getting in your way.”
“Actually we do need test data for a few products, if you don’t mind being a test subject.” The blonde woman smiled at her. Sakura chuckled nervously.
“You make it sound like were going to shock her or something.” Kankuro teased.
Gaara rolled his eyes. “I apologize for my siblings Miss Sakura, it’s nothing dangerous I promise, we just have a few prototypes that need testing, and it would be nice to get an outside perspective.”
Sakura nodded, “I would love to take a look at them.”
“Oh, you might want to get out of those shoes though.” Temari reached into a drawer and pulled out a pair of sandals, Sakura shrugged and switched shoes. “Let’s go to prototype testing.”
All four walked to a different area, this area was clean and organized, there were displays and short descriptions for each item. They stopped her in front of a small display. There was a tray of rings. Kankuro picked one up.
“These are health monitors. Like the watches that track your steps, heart rate, sleep cycles and things like that. These are just rings, for the people that want something smaller.”
Sakura picked up a band and slipped it on her finger, “It’s clunky, it feels heavy and the design isn’t very appealing.”
Temari laughed, “I like you, straight shooter.”
“Yes we are trying to simplify the design.” Gaara picked one up to inspect.
“Can I see the inside?” she asked, not sure why, it’s not like she would understand what was going on inside. Gaara cracked open the one he was holding, “Is there no way to get smaller parts? It seems like technology is advancing to be smaller and smaller. Or maybe make the bulky part look like a stone?” she pointed at her own ring.
“For the women that might be a good idea, for the men, they tend to want a more simplistic design.” Kankuro mused.
She shrugged, “I don’t know, I’m just thinking I wouldn’t wear this now as it is now.”
Temari took down notes, “This is great feedback, maybe we need to find a different manufacturer in nanotech. Make them more streamline. Let’s go look at a different prototype.
Sakura was placed in front of a full-length mirror, “What does this do?”
“This is a smart mirror. We have a few different programing options, this one if for health and beauty.” Kankuro went to activate it, Sakura stepped up to it, the glass had a screen that blended in. She touched it and it came to life, there was a list of apps she scrolled through them. “This one has apps that can monitor skin care regiments, help with the application of products and make up by connecting to the internet and providing tutorials and guides specific to your face. It can remind you to take medications. This model is meant to be installed in a bathroom.”
“Another model is for dressing, it can archive your closet and dress you digitally to help you pick an outfit. it can archive anything, shoes, jewels, accessories, even offer hair and makeup suggestion based on your personal style, from minimalist to couture.” Gaara added.
“Another programing model is for fitness, you can make a home gym. It has an extensive library of workout videos from Zumba, yoga, weightlifting and martial arts. The impressive part is that it has a fully integrated AI that will walk you through movements or correct you if you are doing something wrong to prevent injury. If you have another app you use for workouts, it is compatible with most other subscription services. All of the models also fully integrate shopping with partner sites. If you run out of you face cream, or you want to order a new dress or workout gear, you can do it all through the mirror.”
Sakura was impressed, “This is something I could see myself using, I don’t really worry about makeup, but skin care would interest me, but I would love the fitness one.”
Temari grinned, she changed the programming function to fitness. She picked a boxing video, “Come here and try it out.”
A woman was on the mirror, she looked like a typical fitness instructor, “We don’t have a name for the AI yet.” Kankuro mentioned. “But it would introduce itself and welcome you, it would keep track of fitness goals and history.”
The AI asked Sakura to get into a stance, Sakura did her best, the AI corrected her form, Sakura adjusted her body as instructed and when she had met the AI’s request she moved her into the next movement. Sakura went on for about five minutes. “Ok, I love this, I want one.”
“We can have one sent to you, if you don’t mind testing out the glitches.” Temari offered.
“Yes please.” Sakura grinned. They walked her to a few more items, she gave them her thoughts. The siblings were all fun to be around, even when they argued with each other. She was reluctant to leave when Shikamaru came down to get her.
“We’ll send you all the things we talked about. Come bye anytime.” They all waived at her.
“I hope they weren’t too awful.” Shikamaru asked in the elevator.
Sakura shook her head, “No they were wonderful. Are you and Temari together?”
He nodded, “We just recently became engaged. I can’t believe I’m marrying into that family, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He ended with a small smile.
“Congratulations. I wish you both much happiness.” She smiled back at him. The exited the elevator, he went back to his desk as she went to Madara’s office. He was sitting behind his desk on his computer. He looked every bit the corporate CEO with his button up shirt and tie. He leaned back, her signal to sit on his lap.
“What are you wearing?” he looked down at her feet.
She blushed and laughed, “Oh, I must have left my shoes downstairs, I should go get them.”
“No come here, I’ll send someone.” He wrapped his arms around her waist as she sat across his lap and threw off her cheap sandals. “Where did you go?” he buried his face in her hair breathing her in.
She brushed her fingers through his hair. “I went to D&R, they showed me a few prototypes, and I may have asked some for myself.” she smiled sheepishly. “I hope that’s alright?”
“That’s fine. Did you have fun with the siblings?” his hand went to her thigh, caressing her warm skin.
“Yes, I like them a lot. How did your meeting go?” she grazed her nails on his scalp.
“Mmmm… that feels good.” He nibbled on her ear. “It went fine.”
“That’s good.” He sighed against her neck as she kept scratching at his head.
There was a short knock on the door, “Come in.” Madara called out.
It was Shikamaru with her shoes. “Sorry for the intrusion, Lady Sakura left her shoes downstairs.”
Sakura jumped up and picked up the sandals. “Thank you, these are Temari’s” they switched.
“I’ll make sure to give them to her.” He bowed out and close the door.
“We can have lunch after I finish some emails.” He went back to the computer, she grabbed his tablet and went to lay on the couch he had in his office.
When he finished, he kneeled in front of her and slipped on her shoes buckling the straps for her, he kissed up her calves, he moved up to her chest, undoing a few more buttons of her top. He nibbled and kissed at her chest, nipping at her nipples through the lace. She was panting softly as his lips moved over her skin, her hands were back at his hair.
“You are so perfect.” He muttered against her skin. “But we’re running late.” She pouted as he left her. “Patience baby girl.” he stood up and held out a hand for her. She fixed her clothes leaving a few more buttons undone to tease him. They walked out together, their driver taking them to a nice quiet restaurant.
After lunch they were driven to the shopping district, the high-end side. Sakura stepped out, everywhere she looked there were famous designer names, she had never gone shopping with Madara before, he usually bought her everything without asking for her input.
She turned to him, the corner of his mouth quirked up. “I have a lot of engagements coming up, we both need clothes, I thought you might want to look for yourself.”
“If that’s what you want, I don’t think I have an eye for fashion like you do though so I might ask for help.” She smirked at him.
“You can model whatever you want for me.” He chuckled.
They went into different shops she forgot which was which, they picked out items from Valentino, Burberry, Chanel, Dolce & Gabbana, Versaci, Prada, Hermes. She had never really appreciated the work of picking out an outfit, it was exhausting, she was measured and put into clothes like she was a doll. She was grateful when he told her they were going into the last shop.
She was in the dressing room trying on the last dress he had picked out for her, a skin-tight bright blue satin dress, it fell to her knees, the neck low with thin bejeweled straps. It was beautiful, as was everything in this store. She stood up straight and turned to look at herself in the mirror, the color looked good on her skin and was a nice contrast to her hair.
Sakura poked her head out to look for the girl that was helping her to zip her up, there was no one, “Excuse me, miss?” she called out, no one answered, she huffed, she walked down the fitting room trying to find someone. She then felt her mouth being covered as she was yanked off her feet. She tried to scream, the fabric that had been shoved in was muffling her shouts. She tried to kick and scratch, tears were coming down her face as she was dragged to the back of the store. She tried to look at the men, there were three, but all completely covered in black, she couldn’t even see their eyes.
“Hurry, the car is waiting.” She heard one command the others.
One hauled her on his shoulder as the others held open the back door and the ran down the service corridors. She kept trying to kick and scream, but he didn’t even grunt as her knees connected to his stomach. She noticed they were fast, faster than an Upyr, her mind reeled as it settled in a word, Vampyr.
She was thrown into a black SUV, they quickly tied her hands and ankles and blindfolded her. She spit out the rag in her mouth. “Do you know who the fuck you just kidnapped vampyrs?” she screamed.
The space was filled with laughter, she felt a hand go up her thigh, she flinched and tried to move away. “Of course we know who you are, we don’t kidnap just anyone.”
“You all must be the stupidest vampyrs ever.” She snarled “If you think kidnapping me is going to give you the upper hand know that it won’t. Madara isn’t going to lose his head for me.”
“Isn’t she supposed to be quiet and meek?” one joked.
Someone grabbed at her cheeks, she fought against it, but he forced her head back. “Listen girl, if you don’t want your jaw broken, I suggest you shut up.”
“You’re all fucken dead.” Her head snapped sideways, she felt a sharp pain across her cheek, blood filling her mouth. She laughed, she wasn’t sure why, maybe it was the shock or the fact that when Madara found her injured, he would make sure their deaths weren’t fast.
“Stupid bitch.” One sneered.
Her laughs subsided, she needed to calm down and think. She sank into the seat, they drove for about two hours, she couldn’t even see what was going on. She listened to them, they talked about her mostly, how she wasn’t what they expected, how they had heard she was Madara’s personal sex slave. They wondered how her pussy tasted. She gritted her teeth as they continued to talk about her tight little body. She was at least grateful they weren’t touching her.
“Don’t worry baby, we aren’t going to rape you. Yet.” they all cackled.
She spat in the direction of the voice. They shoved a rag back in her mouth and tied it.
When the car stopped they dragged her out, throwing her over someone’s shoulder again. She was dropped onto a cushioned chair and tied down. Then they left her alone, she sat in the heavy silence. She stretched, they had sat her in a large comfortable chair, it felt like velvet on her back. She craned her neck trying to listen for any sound, but everything was swallowed up. She sighed. They must be trying to see if she would break from sensory deprivation.
She knew there wasn’t much for her to do at this moment, she just had to wait for either an opening or more realistically, to be saved.