Only Strangers in Your Dreams

Eyes followed her figure as she made her way towards the elevators behind the reception desk, her tall heels clacking sharply against the marble floor. A few others were waiting on the elevator, and once it arrived, Sakura stepped inside with the small group, everyone greeting each other respectfully.

With a hum, Sakura sipped at her coffee.

Lately, the feeling that eyes were watching her followed her everywhere she went, even in places where she was certain she was alone. She sighed softly, taking another sip of her home-brewed cappuccino; she told herself she was just stressed thanks to the big project she was currently working on. She stepped off the elevator and headed towards her big, corner office, shaking off the eerie feeling. Her secretary stood up when she walked past, Sakura giving the younger girl a smile.

“Good morning, Sakura-san!” Ino greeted, chipper as always.

“Mm, good morning, Ino,” Sakura replied, inclining her head. She moved into her enclosed office, Ino hurrying to follow with a notepad. As Sakura set her coffee and briefcase down, peeling off her small blazer, Ino told her about her day.

“You have a call with the head of H Company’s production at 11, and a meeting with our company’s COO at 2.”

“Perfect, that gives me time to go down to the gym over lunch,” Sakura hummed, pleased. Ino nodded, and Sakura offered with a wry smile, “Care to join me?”

She always asked, and Ino always said, “Ugh, you know I hate being sweaty, and I just got my hair done!”

Sakura rolled her eyes but shrugged. She brushed her pink bob back and finally sat down in her big office chair. She turned her computer on, and with that, she dismissed Ino. “I have a lot of work to do.”

“Call me if you need anything.”

“Have that sushi place deliver my favorite by 11:45.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Ino called just before she shut the door. Sakura sighed as her computer booted up. It had been running a little slow in the mornings lately, but the IT guy she’d had up hadn’t been able to do much… Maybe she had too much loading up at the start, but she swore she needed all of these apps.

Seeing her e-mail folder, she decided that was the most likely culprit. All in all, it took her almost an hour this morning to wade through everything and reply to what she must. By the time she actually got started on her work, all her coffee was gone and she had to pee. She stood up and made her way down to the restroom reserved for the higher-ups like her, passing and greeting a few of her co-workers on the way. The feeling of those eyes following her ran a shiver down her spine again, but by now, Sakura reasoned that anyone could be watching, the office full with all kinds of workers moving about, working at their desks, going to the bathroom like her. She sighed, deciding to just be quick.

She soon settled back in behind her desk and finally set to work, shrugging off that little itch in the back of her mind. She had too much to do to worry about a strange inkling. She was just stressed.

By lunchtime, Sakura had forgotten all about her eerie feeling and her annoyance with her computer, and she was starving at the end of her call. She wolfed down her sushi, ungraceful but too hungry and alone to care, and finally she headed all the way down to the second floor, to the office’s gym. It was mostly empty, but there were a few familiar faces, mostly men, that Sakura greeted on her way to the locker rooms. She kept a locked corner cubby there, and from it she pulled a gym bag with a change of clothes and some sneakers to work out in. She changed with no shame in the open area of the women’s locker room, and then she headed out with her headphones and water bottle. She worked out any frustrations about work, working up an excellent sweat and moving until her muscles screamed, and then she diligently wiped all of the weights and equipment she had used down before heading back to shower and change. Sakura adored routine, and she liked feeling good about herself, which made her job and her work-outs a comforting thing. She grabbed her work clothes and a towel and stepped into an empty shower stall, making quick and efficient work of her own body as she scrubbed off and rinsed, scrubbed and rinsed. She hummed as she dried herself off, and finally she redressed herself.

“Crap,” she muttered sharply as she rummaged through her blouse, bra, and skirt; she’d missed grabbing her undies even though she usually wrapped it inside her bra. Had they fallen on the way to the showers? Sakura wrapped her towel around herself and walked out, eyes on the spotless floor. She rummaged her locker and her gym bag, but she couldn’t find her panties anywhere. “Damn it,” she muttered angrily; they matched her bra and were expensive, not that she couldn’t afford it. Thankfully, she kept a spare in her gym bag, but she still felt irritated over losing the panties. She finished dressing as she murmured to herself, something like this so unlike her.

“Ugh,” she muttered as she repacked her gym bag, taking it back upstairs with her so she could wash her clothes. She was so in her head, wondering where her panties had gone that she almost ran into someone as she rushed to the elevators.

“Sorry,” she called distractedly, looking up just as someone blurred past her. She turned her head, frowning for a moment as she wondered why the man looked familiar. He wore jeans and an oversized black hoodie, but after a moment, she was able to place him thanks to his thick mop of pitch black hair. “Oh, the IT guy who looked at my computer last week…” Was he in a rush, or just too shy to say hello? Sakura shrugged and punched the button for the elevator, instantly back to grumbling about her missing undies.

“Damn,” she sighed wearily as she headed into her office. Ino glanced up.

“Good work-out?”

“I lost my panties…”

Ino’s eyes went wide as they flicked down, but Sakura rolled her eyes.

“I had a spare.” Ino looked guilty back up.

“How’d you lose them?”

“I don’t know… It’s annoying,” Sakura sighed, and Ino nodded, probably thinking she’d be annoyed, too.

“At least you had a spare!”

“Yeah…” Sakura muttered as she stepped back into her big office. She wondered why she’d even started packing a spare pair of panties to begin with, but then she shrugged it off and got back to work, grumbling again when her computer took a minute too long to reboot. Maybe she should call that IT guy back. She was kind of miffed that he’d ignored her earlier…

Sakura sighed. She just didn’t have the time to worry about this kind of stuff.

-x-

Ino stuck her head in around 5:15, calling, “Need anything before I head out, Sakura-san?”

Sakura distractedly shook her head, thinking too late to ask the girl about calling the IT department. By the time she looked up, Ino was gone. Sakura sighed. She should pack up soon, too. She stood and grabbed her briefcase, deciding what to bring home and what to leave, feeling distracted. Her mind was still on her big project, and even as she packed up, she stopped a few times to write down some notes. On her desk, her cell phone rang, and she picked it up without really looking at it.

“Hello?”

Silence. Sakura stuffed her laptop in her bag.

“Hello?” she called again before frowning as the other end of the line stayed quiet. She pulled her phone back and looked at the caller ID. An unknown caller? No number showed on the screen like it had been blocked. Sakura sighed sharply and hung up, deciding it was a glitch. She grabbed her blazer and gym bag and headed out. Most of the office was empty by now, but a few stragglers called out their farewells. Sakura waved and smiled, polite and kind to nearly everyone. The elevator ride down was quiet, only her, and yet as Sakura scrolled on her phone, she felt ill at ease. What was with that phone call? She checked her log, but there was a strange absence of info. Her phone hadn’t detected the call as a scam, but there was no number displayed, either. Sakura shivered, unable to shake an unsettling feeling. She startled when the receptionist greeted her again as she stepped out of the elevator.

“Oh-! Have a good night,” she hummed, nodding before she made her way crisply towards the parking lot attached to her work. Her car chirped at her from her assigned parking spot when she unlocked it, and she swiftly climbed inside, tossing her gym bag and briefcase into the passenger seat. She shut her door with a solid slam, and only then did the eerie feeling that had followed her all day finally dissipate. Sakura sighed.

She was just… stressed. She wanted a bath. She drove home a little absent-mindedly, grumbling at the traffic. After scanning her badge and parking, she headed upstairs to her home, her nerves slowly settling. She kicked off her heels in the entryway and then she set her briefcase away, tossing her gym clothes into her washer before traipsing to her bedroom. Her decently luxurious loft apartment had a beautiful view of the city out of her bedroom windows, and she didn’t bother closing the drapes as she undressed down to her underwear, reminded again of her missing panties when she peeled off her spare pair. She sighed and simply let it go as bad luck, the cost of the panties not worth all of this stress. In her bathroom, she filled her large tub with hot water and dropped in a bath bomb, watching it fizzle for a moment. She pulled on her crimson silk robe and got a glass of wine from her kitchen, and then she slipped into the garden tub with a book and her phone.

Halfway through the first chapter and her glass of wine, she sighed, frowning. She just couldn’t focus properly on relaxing. She set her book and glass down and then propped up her phone on the small tray that hung across her bathtub. She had few vices, but one of the ones she did have included a few select AV actors and the private content they produced on their members-only site, which Sakura had a subscription to. She browsed her feed and opened up a new video from a white haired man known only as ‘K’, sinking deeper into her warm bath as the video began to play. Soft music played as K stepped into view. His body was gorgeous, and though he never showed his face, Sakura was certain he had to be handsome, not that it mattered. He had a big cock, and he could be such a tease with it, one of the things Sakura liked about the man. Her hand slipped down between her slender thighs, and as K began to touch himself, showing off his body and the large bulge in his jockstrap undies, she started to rub her clit. She let herself get lost in the fantasy that K was providing as the man called out, “Had a rough day at work, baby girl? I can make you feel better~”

Sakura exhaled deeply, her spine arching as pleasure began to rocket through her. Her toes curled as her climax swelled, and she moaned loudly into the moist air as she orgasmed. In the background, the video of K played on, and slowly Sakura pushed her long fingers into her wet pussy. Damn, how long had it been since she’d been properly fucked? Her last boyfriend just hadn’t done it for her, and she’d dumped him before he could even climax inside her the first time. Sakura sighed roughly.

“It’s your fault,” she told K as he delved into a fantasy about being groped on the train by his sexy female boss. She stuffed a third finger inside her cunt and hooked her fingers in frustration, mewling as she came again. It was never quite enough, but dating was such a hassle, especially when most of the men she’d ever met just didn’t scratch Sakura’s very specific itches. She didn’t have time to shop around like that…

Sakura was just on the edge of cumming again when her phone rang, and she snapped at the screen to swipe the call away, annoyed that her video was being interrupted. She grit her teeth as her acrylic nail clacked against her phone screen, but then K was back and Sakura was cumming on her fingers. She sighed roughly as her spine slowly relaxed, sinking her deeper down into her bath water.

On K’s page, he promoted a giveaway for his most loyal fans, promising a private video chat, and Sakura seriously debated entering the contest before covering her face and groaning. Was she really that desperate…? She locked her phone and got out of her tub, grabbing her robe again and going to find more wine, forgetting all about that call she’d gotten.

She just wanted to get laid and have it excite her; was that too much to ask?

-x-

Sakura hummed into her thermos as she made her way across the floor where her office was. The wine from last night had given her a bit of a headache, so she’d opted for tea to drink instead of coffee this morning, though the drink could use some more honey. She greeted the few coworkers who had come in early when they saw her, though her smiles were a bit lackluster as her head throbbed. She sighed when she saw her office ahead; she wasn’t looking forward to today, but hopefully she wouldn’t have any meetings.

She startled when she saw a dark figure standing outside her office doors. Ino wasn’t in yet, still a little too early for the girl, so Sakura worried for a moment that she was about to have to step into a meeting without any forewarning. As she moved closer, however, a bit of relief flooded through her.

“Oh, IT guy…” she called softly. Surprisingly dark eyes snapped up to Sakura’s face before looking away again a moment later. Like the IT guy lived at work, he was seemingly wearing the same hoodie and jeans from yesterday when Sakura had run into him, and now that she thought of it, the first time he’d come to fix her computer, he’d worn something similar, too. Still, despite his lack of style or caring what he wore, his face was shockingly… handsome… and he smelled clean. Sakura paused outside her office door.

“Can I help you?” she asked after a short pause. Black eyes darted up and back down again before the IT guy looked back at Ino’s desk.

“I came to fix your computer.”

Had Ino called in a service request? No, Sakura was certain she hadn’t actually mentioned it to the girl, but maybe she’d complained about it in passing? Sakura frowned for a moment before shrugging, nodding. “Great, thanks. It’s still been running slow at the start-up.”

Sakura swept in to her office, and without minding the IT guy, she set her briefcase and gym bag down, and then she stepped over to the small coffee station she had off to the side, crouching down and rummaging in the cabinet for her honey. She found it with a happy sigh and squeezed some into her thermos, stirring the liquid with a wooden stirrer. When she took another sip, she gave a happier sigh this time. Perfect. With two hands on her thermos, she turned around and leaned back against her wall cabinet, sipping at her tea as she watched the IT guy do his job. He worked fast, her computer already showing her log-in screen. Dark eyes glanced over, and this time they lingered for a bare moment.

“I need you to log-in,” called a quiet, husky voice. Sakura smiled in surprise, pushing off the cabinet.

“Sure!” She stepped forward on her heels and then set her thermos down on her desk, leaning over the IT guy to hide her hands as she put in her password. She waited for a moment to make sure she’d input it correctly, watching the wheel turn as the computer processed. As her Home Screen slowly began to load in, she waved her hand and muttered, “See?”

Turning back, she saw black eyes flick from her to the computer. She stared for a moment; damn, he really was handsome underneath his black fringe. Black eyes reflected her computer monitor.

“What’s your name, by the way?” Sakura asked on a short laugh.

The IT guy didn’t even look over again, stiff and unmoving as he muttered, “Sasuke. Do you mind…?”

Sakura pulled back, humming a little awkwardly. For such a handsome face, the guy sure was curt and unsure. Sakura huffed quietly as she grabbed her tea up again, taking a few paces back. She watched slim fingers race fast over her keyboard. Her e-mail inbox popped up, and as the e-mails rolled in, Sasuke groaned stiffly.

“This is your problem right here,” he called, lackluster. Sakura clicked her tongue. What was she supposed to do about how many e-mails she got? She was about to give a snippy reply when a knock on her door interrupted her. Ino poked her head in, eyes going wide when she saw Sasuke.

“Oh-! I’m sorry to interrupt.”

Sakura quickly made her way towards the girl even as she called, “It’s fine.” She stepped outside her office with Ino and moved to the girl’s desk. “What do I have today?” she asked with a sigh as she rubbed at her temple. Damn, she really wasn’t in the mood for Sasuke’s judgement today. Ino gave her an apologetic look before turning to check her calendar.

“No meetings today!”

Sakura let out a rough exhale of relief. She glanced back over her shoulder into her office and wondered if she imagined black eyes darting away again. She looked up at the ceiling, at the security camera mounted there. Damn, why did she always feel like someone was watching her lately?

“Thanks, Ino,” Sakura said, thinking Ino must have called the IT guy up, but the girl looked confused.

“Just doing my job,” she shrugged vaguely before glancing back at Sasuke. She didn’t say anything about it, though, so Sakura sighed and stepped back into her office.

As if that was his cue, Sasuke stood up and mumbled, “Done.”

“What did you do?” asked Sakura in surprise as she stepped quickly around her desk, not thinking about it as she crowded her chair and Sasuke. The man moved awkwardly to the side, but Sakura was staring at her computer, a little doubtful.

“I cleaned up your background apps,” Sasuke muttered. “Can’t do anything about your e-mails, but I did what I could. Should be better…” He gave a small shrug.

“Okay, thanks,” Sakura murmured as she slipped into her desk chair. The black leather was warm, and Sakura hummed without thinking, already too absorbed in an e-mail she saw. She didn’t notice Sasuke awkwardly linger, and she certainly didn’t notice him leave. She startled up at some point, sure she still felt a presence, eyes on her, but her office door was closed and she was alone. Her teal eyes darted up to her own ceiling, staring for a moment at the camera mounted there. No, it was just for security purposes; no one watched those during the day. Sakura sighed and delved into her work, mindlessly sipping at her tea until it was gone, replacing the heat on her chair with her own again. She ordered a smoothie for lunch and skipped the gym, just wanting to get past the feeling that she was running a little bit behind.

She sighed as she sank back in her chair at 4:25, finally feeling like she’d gotten somewhere on the damn project. Everyone always needed her attention here or there, and it divided Sakura’s own work focus, but today, she had miraculously been left alone enough to get progress made. She let out a deep, achy sigh. For a moment, her eyes flickered up to the security camera on the ceiling again, and she stared at it for a few seconds before standing up to grab a water bottle from her mini fridge. She took a sip as she stared at her desk from the new vantage point. It was like Sasuke was still lingering… Was it his soap? His cologne? The eerie feeling he gave off was just weird enough to make Sakura feel a bit ill at ease. He didn’t seem abnormal, just a regular IT guy, but maybe Sakura just didn’t mesh well with the type. She sighed again.

She walked back to her desk but stopped when she heard a faint buzz. At the edge of her desk, her phone shook softly. A weird feeling slid down Sakura’s spine, but she quickly shook it it off and grabbed at her cell. The blocked number again; Sakura clicked the red phone button and settled back into her desk chair. Whatever.

When her phone rang again, though, she frowned sharply and answered. “Hello?” she snapped. Silence. She hung up.

An eerie chill washed over her in a wave this time. She was sure someone was watching, but who, who would be watching? This time, Sakura couldn’t shake it. She grabbed her headphones and stuffed them into her ears, putting on a random podcast to occupy the wandering part of her mind. She tried to get some more work done. When Ino announced she was leaving for the day, Sakura stood up and said she’d walk with the girl. Something just didn’t feel… right. She shut off her computer and gathered her things, leaving her gym bag sitting by her desk. She smiled at Ino and the two headed out, Ino gossiping about some guy her friend had recently gone on a date with. Sakura groaned at the dramatic story, and then again when the phone in her hand buzzed. She glanced at it sharply before declining the call. She looked around, and Ino stopped talking.

“What’s wrong?” she asked as she peered over at Sakura. Sakura glanced at the girl.

“Just keep getting weird calls…” she mumbled. Ino frowned, confused, unsure.

“Huh. From who? An ex?”

Sakura frowned, too. She hadn’t considered that they could be prank calls, but none of her exes were that immature. She shook her head. No, everyone in her past had long moved on.

“By the way,” Ino said just before they parted in the main lobby. “I never called for IT.”

It took Sakura a moment to process that info. Her head snapped over. “What?”

“The guy that came today, I didn’t put a request in for him or anything. Kinda weird…”

There was that eerie feeling again; Sakura shivered sharply. No, it was just a coincidence. Maybe he’d just come to check on the work he’d done earlier. It was fine, fine. “Whatever,” Sakura shrugged before waving Ino goodbye. She headed to the parking garage swiftly, slipping into her dark sedan. She sat still for a moment, listening.

She almost yelled when her phone rang in her lap. She grabbed it up, anger flaring, but the caller ID said it was her mom. “Damn!” she shouted before composing herself.

“You scared me,” she said with a laugh as she answered.

“Honey?” asked her mom.

“I’m fine, just stressed from work,” Sakura promised as she pulled out of her parking spot. Slowly, the feeling that she was being watched melted away as she talked to her mom and drove. They promised to meet for dinner tonight. Sakura sighed.

She convinced herself it was fine, all was fine.

-x-

Sakura sighed heavily as she took a deep swig from her water bottle, the towel hanging around her neck damp with sweat. She was sitting down after an intense workout on the bench in front of her cubby, and she was staring incredulously at her gym bag inside. She still hadn’t found those undies she’d lost before, but she was starting to think maybe it wasn’t so simple. Still, the very idea that someone would come in here and take her used panties… Sakura chewed at her fat bottom lip, feeling a bit of trepidation in opening her bag and checking its contents. She took another drink of water and slowly stood up.

When she found everything right where she’d left it, she decided she was crazy. No one was watching her; no one was stealing her panties… Sakura gathered her clothes and then grabbed a towel, setting off to the showers with a soft sigh. It took her fifteen minutes to get clean, her mind lost in thought. She stuffed her soaked gym clothes back into her bag and hefted it over her shoulder, grabbing her water bottle before heading out. Her eyes roamed the hall as she made her way towards the elevator, but all was quiet on the second floor.

As she waited for the elevator, she read the plaque that gave a brief description of the things located on this floor. There was the gym, of course, and a small pool and spa. There was also a café and some lounge areas, as well as a coffee shop. For a moment, Sakura debated going to get a cookie from the coffee shop, the sweets they sold there some of her favorites, but she yet again denied herself a treat. She’d been thinking about those damn cookies for a whole week now… Sakura stepped into the elevator and rode it up in silence.

She greeted Ino as she walked past the girl’s desk, only stopping when her secretary stood up and proclaimed, “Sakura-san, are you going for a new look in the second half of the day?”

Sakura turned and then looked sharply down, startling in surprise when she was greeted by her tits on near-full display. Ah, in her absentmindedness, she’d forgotten to button her top all the way! She laughed and pulled her blouse taut over her fat bosom.

“Geez, we can all see you have great titties, no need to show them off any more,” teased Ino. Sakura giggled.

“Sorry, my mind was elsewhere.”

Ino looked Sakura over and then shrugged. “You could have pulled it off,” she promised.

“I have a meeting with the COO in an hour!” Sakura reminded her secretary as she turned to head back to her office, waving over her shoulder.

“Oh, is that why you caved in and got yourself a cookie?” Ino chortled.

Sakura froze again, her pink brows knitting in sharp confusion even as a wrenching feeling tugged at her gut. From where she stood, she could see it, the very signature little baggy that the cookies from the coffee shop downstairs came in. It lay so innocently by her keyboard. Sakura swallowed roughly. No, she shouldn’t scare Ino-

“Sakura-san?”

Ino’s voice right behind Sakura made her jump. “Oh-!” she tried to laugh off. “I must have forgotten I bought it…” The sound of Sakura’s heels suddenly seemed so loud, her breathing too rough as she stepped towards her desk. She tried to ignore the cookie. It was even her favorite flavor…

“Sakura-san, you look pale,” Ino called, but now her voice sounded far away even as a hand grabbed Sakura’s elbow. She tried to laugh again, but suddenly her phone began to ring. Sakura didn’t even want to lift her hand to see; she had a sinking feeling she knew who was calling. Ino’s eyes snapped down as she heard the buzzing, and then she grabbed Sakura’s hand, turning it to see the screen.

“Sakura-san?”

“It’s all right,” whispered Sakura, but Ino wasn’t convinced. She looked at the cookie, and then she looked up at Sakura’s face again. Teal eyes met Ino’s, and this time, Sakura couldn’t even fake a smile. She slowly raised her free hand to her face.

“The panties, these calls,” Ino began to piece together slowly. “Sakura-san-!”

“I’ll take care of it,” muttered Sakura, but Ino wasn’t listening.

“You have to call the cops! You have a stalker!”

The words sank in and confirmed Sakura’s worst fears, but in that moment, all she could do was laugh. The sound was wry and twisted, though. Her hands shook. “No way,” she whispered. Then, “Why… me?”

“Sakura-san-!” Ino tugged at her arm. Slowly, Sakura looked up again.

“I’ll take care of it,” she promised again, but this time her tone was steely. Ino’s eyes went wide as she looked Sakura over.

“Is it someone who works here?” she whispered with a shiver and a horrified expression. Sakura didn’t confirm or deny it, though she knew the answer well; no one but employees had access to the second floor, to the gym or to the café. More than that, very few people aside from couriers had access to this floor, let alone her office. Sakura swallowed roughly. So it was someone in the company. Who? Who could… Sakura’s eyes slipped up to the ceiling, and after a moment, she let out a shocked exhale.

No way…

No, she didn’t have proof. She stared up at the security camera on her ceiling. She didn’t have… proof, but she had an inkling. Sakura shivered, and then slowly she pressed three manicured fingers to her plump lips.

“Ino, I have a meeting,” she reminded her secretary, and with that, she hoped she instilled resilience in the other girl. It’s okay, I’ll handle it. This is my problem.

“All right…” Ino slowly hushed. She walked back to her desk, closing Sakura’s office door behind her, not knowing that a simple door wouldn’t stop a man who could slip through this whole office unseen. Sakura slowly settled down into her chair, rebooting her computer. It was a little faster these days, but not enough. From the corner of her eye, she stared at the cookie on her desk before swiftly shoving it into her top desk drawer. Her cell phone lay by her keyboard, but it was silent now. How much could be seen through the security camera? It didn’t record sound, but it likely had a 360 degree view of the room. Sakura tapped a manicured nail at her desktop, the rapid sound soothing her and letting her think, think.

There was only one person who came to mind when Sakura had tried to imagine who her stalker might be. She had no proof, of course, but the IT guys could easily get access to the security camera feeds, and they went most places unseen. Hiding a phone number on a call would be all too easy for them, too. Sakura worked her lips together in slow circles.

If Sasuke really was her stalker, how… did she prove it? Would he hurt her? What did he want? Sakura chewed at her bottom lip.

For now, she’d just try to find some proof, and then… then, if things escalated, she’d go to the cops.

-x-

Sakura hadn’t slept all that well last night, but she wasn’t surprised; her mind had whirled all night with the possibility of a stalker and plans on how to root him out. Seven AM had found her driving to the office, the building almost eerily silent as she pulled up to it and then inside the parking garage. There were only a few cars in the underground lot, Sakura’s eyes scanning the whole structure, but all was quiet. She hadn’t gotten any more calls last night, either.

Sakura made haste inside the building after parking in her designated spot, hustling to her office. She turned on a few lamps and then set her bag by her desk. She gave the camera on the ceiling a side-eye glance, but she was sure no one was in yet, no one watching. She looked around her desk, and then she got to her knees, crawling underneath. She didn’t recognize most of the cables she saw bundled up behind her computer, but she did recognize the Ethernet cable. She wiggled it out just enough, not to look suspicious, but enough to cut out her internet. With that, she crawled back out and dusted off her knees and hands. She checked her phone for the time; Ino would be in in about twenty-five minutes, and so would most everyone else.

A strange feeling had been swirling around Sakura’s gut since last night. Part of her wondered if she really wanted to do this; she could still call the cops, but she didn’t. You’re being stupid! Sakura could hear her mom’s voice in her head. She sank down in her chair, pondering her life choices. She just felt so… morbidly curious.

She tried not to think about the fact that this might all just be because Sasuke was handsome, and Sakura was desperately single and needing to get boned. No, this was about not causing a huge drama and handling things… discreetly. Sakura pressed her fingertips together, and as the last touch, she pulled the cookie out of her desk drawer and laid it back right where she’d found it.

“You’re insane, Sakura,” she whispered to herself. She stood up to make herself a cup of coffee. Was her life really that boring that she needed a stalker to provide some thrill? “Just call the cops,” she hushed, but she didn’t. She sat back down and slowly sipped at her coffee as she waited for 8 o’clock to roll around. She started up her computer and made a little show of figuring out her internet was out, just in case someone was watching now. She felt like an idiot, and she kept glancing at her phone.

As soon as she heard Ino at her desk, Sakura shot up and moved to the door, pulling it open and sticking her head out.

“Ino,” she called, the girl startling sharply.

“Geez, Sakura-san!”

Sakura smiled. “Can you call down to the IT department? My internet seems to be out.”

“Oh-!” Ino turned and snapped her mouse, waking up her computer, and then she checked her own connection. “Mine’s fine!”

“Yeah, I think it’s my Ethernet,” Sakura supplied. Ino slowly nodded, giving a single glance up before grabbing her phone and cradling the receiver against her shoulder as she dialed the extension for the IT department. Sakura stepped back inside her office. Surely, if Sasuke was her stalker, he would be the one to come…

Sakura twirled about in her chair as she waited, trying to expel nervous energy. A half dozen times she changed her mind, changing it back a half dozen and one. She just wanted to know-!

A short knock sounded about ten minutes later and Sakura nearly yelped, whirling back around. She straightened her blouse. “Come in,” she called, leaning over her desk again like she was hard at work trying to fix the problem at hand. She heard the door open, and she resisted the urge to look up.

“Your internet is out?”

Sakura bit down hard on the inside of her cheek before casually looking up and over at Sasuke. His face betrayed nothing at all; in fact, he seemed almost miffed to be here. “Yeah, I don’t know what’s wrong,” Sakura began, but Sasuke was already approaching. He stiffly waved her out of her chair, and Sakura awkwardly rose to her feet. Sasuke sat down in silence. Today, he wore a baggy black tee shirt and faded jeans, a beanie tugged over his pitch black hair. Sakura was trying not to stare as she ever so cooly settled her butt on the edge of her desk, right next to that cookie. If Sasuke noticed, he didn’t even bother a glance. In fact, he seemed entirely dismissive of Sakura and her cookie as a whole.

“You must be getting tired of coming up here,” Sakura tried. “This is, what, your fourth time up here in like two weeks?”

Sasuke didn’t even look up as he corrected, “Third time.”

“Oh,” Sakura laughed softly. “You have a good memory.”

Black eyes snapped over for the briefest moment, and Sakura knew that Sasuke had now seen her cookie, but again, if he noticed or cared, his face was unreadable. “I have to keep a log of every service visit.”

“Oh,” Sakura said again. “Right.”

When Sasuke crawled under her desk fifteen seconds later, Sakura almost groaned aloud. She heard him click his tongue, and then he was back, checking her internet. He stood up straight again, and without a glance at Sakura, said, “It’s fixed.”

“Great!” Sakura cheered as she rushed up, but Sasuke was already moving past her, headed out.

“Ah, thank you!” she called after him.

“It’s my job,” he grumbled under his breath. With finality, Sakura’s office door shut, and she realized she had almost less certainty now that Sasuke was her stalker. She sank back down into her chair, shivering at the heat left behind and the smell of Sasuke’s soap or cologne or…

Ino poked her head back in. “All fixed?”

“Yeah… Thanks…”

“Sure,” Ino hummed before shutting the door again. Sakura nudged at the cookie, frowning, feeling like she was just being stupid. She should call the cops. No, she was just imagining it all. With a grumpy huff, she grabbed the cookie and broke off a bite-sized piece. Even a day old, it was still so yummy. She sank back and savored it, sighing in frustration. Someone had probably just wanted to do something nice, and here she was using it as damn bait for a man that had zero interest in her at all, let alone enough to stalk her.

She had eaten half of the cookie in frustration when a sharp buzz suddenly pulled Sakura out of her reverie. Her eyes slowly went wide as she stared down at her cell phone. It took her five seconds to unfreeze and grab for the thing, and another to answer.

“Hello?!”

Silence.

“Who is this?” Sakura hissed. The other end of the line was absolutely silent.

“Listen, you’re creeping me out-”

The line cut off abruptly, and Sakura pulled her phone away in shock. No, damn it-! She should have… Sakura slowly set her phone down, and she stared at her half-eaten cookie. It couldn’t be a coincidence; she didn’t look up at the camera, though.

She wasn’t crazy, was all she thought. Ino was right.

Someone was stalking Sakura, someone who knew altogether too much.

-x-

The day wasn’t going any better since her visit from Sasuke. Sakura had missed lunch trying to catch up on e-mails between meetings, and now she was hungry and irate. Everyone kept calling, needing something, needing her, and Sakura was just about done with it. She’d eaten the other half of the cookie out of pure frustration and hunger by 1, and now she felt both starved and needing a work-out. She asked Ino to go grab her a salad from the café downstairs as she slaved away, chained to her desk and stuck in boring work calls. Why couldn’t anyone else in this place figure out how to do their job-!

“I need a drink!” begged Sakura when Ino poked her head in at the end of the day to say that she was headed out.

The girl stopped, her face lighting up. “Let’s go!”

Sakura groaned. “I can’t…” she whispered. If she left now, she’d fall behind in deadlines, so she needed to work just a little bit longer. Besides, she was aching for a work-out.

“Next week,” she promised Ino. “When I’m done with this damn project…”

Ino gave her a unconvincing thumbs up and then headed out. Sakura sighed. She put on some music, brewed some tea, and got back to work.

In the end, it took her another hour and a half to get everything she absolutely needed done, done. She sank back sharply and sighed wearily after she was finally able to shut her computer off. Fuck, she was tired, but she’d feel even worse if she didn’t work out today. She sat for a few minutes before gathering her stuff and pulling herself up. She trudged to the elevator with heavy feet, sighing with every few steps. The building was quiet, and the gym was almost eerie. Sakura stuffed her wireless headphones in and changed quickly. She did her full set in record time, and afterwards, she felt better. She could even convince herself that she could deal with a simple little stalker, it wasn’t such a big deal.

A chill ran down her spine when she opened her locker and realized her panties were gone again, though. She looked around for a few seconds, but she didn’t bother doing much more than that. Sakura pulled her headphones out, but the gym was silent around her. She could shower and get changed like she always did, but she didn’t feel safe enough to get naked. Instead, she closed her gym bag and walked out as she was, phone clutched in her fist.

There was a way she could figure out who was still in the office. She made her way back to her office on fast but silent feet, and then she sank into her chair again, swiftly restarting her computer. She opened up the company’s messaging system. Everyone could see all of the employees statuses; if they were on their computers, it would show them as online unless they purposefully set it as away. It wasn’t a foolproof plan, but- Sakura scrolled down to the IT department’s workers and then let her eyes scan through the list. Everyone was gone, gone, not here-

Sasuke. Sasuke was online. Of course, he could have left his computer on, but Sakura didn’t think so, not anymore. She threw any illusion of coincidences out the window and buckled down on her theory.

She had a stalker, and she was sure it was Sasuke.

Sakura slowly shut down her computer. Was he watching her now? Did he know she knew? Sakura glanced sharply at her phone, but it was silent, almost eerie.

“I’m tired,” Sakura whispered to no one. She should go home, shower, and sleep. Tomorrow- tomorrow, she would-

Sakura rose to her feet and headed out with that resolve.

Tomorrow, she would confront Sasuke and find out the truth.

-x-

Sakura always took care with her appearance, but on Monday morning, she took extra time. She picked out a low-cut blouse and a pencil skirt that showed off her ass. She curled her pink bob and used her most expensive perfume, one that clung to everything it came near, and underneath it all, she wore her best push-up bra and matching thong. Her boobs looked a little obnoxious, but she didn’t care.

Today, she was confronting Sasuke, and she’d get the truth out of him about his odd behavior no matter what. Was he just obsessed with her or in love with her? Why? For how long? Why the hell was he showing it this way? If he wanted her panties… Sakura stopped there, a wry smile pulling on the corners of her lips.

In her best heels, she made her way into the office, strutting like she was made for the runway. If Sasuke was watching, she wanted him floored. Even Ino whistled when Sakura approached her desk.

“Who are you trying to impress?”

Sakura just grinned. “Do I have any meetings?” she asked instead.

“Yes, the head of our marketing department wants to meet with you in person.”

“Perfect, I’ll head down there after I check my e-mails.” Sakura chimed, and Ino blinked for a moment. She knew how much Sakura hated going out of her way most of the time, especially for meetings with people who could just as well e-mail her and save them both the time.

“Don’t tell me you’re interested in one of those new marketing salesmen I keep hearing about…”

“Oh, did they hire some hotties?” Sakura giggled. “I can’t wait to see~”

Ino flushed, and it was apparent that she had already been down to scope it out. “Sakura-san, if you go down there, all of us regular girls won’t stand a chance,” Ino pouted.

Sakura just laughed. “Nonsense.” As if just any man would do it for her… Just because they were attractive didn’t mean they could excite Sakura. Still, Ino was young and fairly innocent, and she was gorgeous, so Sakura didn’t doubt she couldn’t nab any man that caught her eye. “Just watch your sass and you could have any of those hotties you wanted,” she reminded her secretary, and Ino sharply rolled her eyes. Sakura just laughed before turning to head into her office.

What she didn’t need Ino to know was that the marketing department was right next to the IT department, and that was why she was so eager. In fact, she’d have to walk right past IT to get to her destination. Sakura sank down in her chair with a sharp, wide grin, her eyes narrowed tightly and her expression a little scary if anyone were to look and see.

It took her about an hour to reply to e-mails and get set up for the day until she was finally able to make her way down to the fifth floor, perfume trailing behind her like a cape. It was a little past nine now, which meant that unless Sasuke was out fixing something, he should be at his desk. Sakura examined her long nails as she rode the elevator down, and she was almost too engrossed to realize her absolute luck as soon as the doors opened. Sakura took one step out and collided sharply with a firm body, her head shooting up even as her brain registered the scent. Before she could even apologize, she knew who she’d run into. She grabbed at Sasuke’s arms to steady herself, chewing back an eager grin.

“Whoa, sorry.”

Black eyes stared down at Sakura, sharp, Sasuke’s expression stiff and annoyed as always. Sakura offered him a kind smile like she knew nothing, but inside, every organ was flipping itself over, her skin crawling as her heart rate kicked up. Sasuke looked… scary, and the way he was looking down on Sakura despite her heels made it all the more intimidating. Sakura let go of Sasuke a split second later, reeling back with a fumbled apology as her heart raced.

“I’m sorry, I wasn't looking,” she said a little more quietly this time, but Sasuke was already moving past her to catch the elevator. In the end, he didn’t say a word, and it rattled Sakura in a way she wasn’t prepared for. She whirled around just as the elevator doors slid shut. Wait, wasn’t he… supposed to be obsessed with her? He had to be her stalker-! Who else…? Suddenly, something cold and icky slid down Sakura’s spine, a feeling that hadn’t come when she’d thought Sasuke must be the one. If it could be anyone, anyone else, then Sakura didn’t feel safe…

Sakura slowly turned back. She shook her head. No, he was just… trying to hide it. Cold, black eyes flashed in Sakura’s vision, and she frowned sharply. Wasn’t Sasuke a little too good at pretending?

Sakura shook out her hands and cleared her throat before proceeding ahead to the marketing head’s office. The meeting was dull, something that could have definitely been an e-mail or even a phone call, but Sakura was polite and smiled the whole time even as she formulated a plan of attack for Sasuke. She just wanted answers.

Should she be terrified of not knowing who her stalker was, or could she rest assured that it was only Sasuke?

She recalled his cold stare again. Only Sasuke? No, even if it was Sasuke, she should still be terrified. Ino was right; she should go to the cops. Once she found out for sure, she’d call the local station, file a report, make sure that Sasuke could never…

“Thank you for coming down to meet with me, Haruno-san,” the marketing director was saying. “Now we can proceed with confidence.”

Sakura pulled her thoughts back to the present as she stood up, nodding as she shook the old balding man’s head. She’d seen a couple of the new ‘hotties’ Ino had mentioned, but all in all, Sakura wasn’t all that impressed by who the marketing team had to offer. Still, she hoped they were good workers. “I look forward to hearing good results soon. I’d like to move forward with this project quickly.”

“Of course, Haruno-san.”

Sakura gave an empty smile that fell as soon as she turned away, and she called only, “Oh, where are your toilets?”

“Down the hall, but I think you’ll find the amenities on your floor much nicer…”

Sakura waved over her shoulder. She could feel eyes watching her as she walked back down the hall, men peering around their cubicles to catch a glimpse of one of the higher-ups. Sakura wondered if she was famous: famously single and famously wealthy, she mused with a frown. At the end of the hall, she paused and asked again for directions, the man with a little too much gel in his hair and a handsome, eager young face staring back at her with wide eyes.

“Oh, it’s just around the corner,” he stuttered, and Sakura patted at his arm, smiling syrup-y sweet. At least it was fun making these newbies fawn over her, before they knew what a task-master she could be. She didn’t get a lot of older workers here with stars in their eyes when she came around, so fresh blood was nice while it lasted, even if Sakura hated being gawked at like this. She thanked the man and headed down the hall towards the bathrooms. She kept her eyes peeled, but it was hard to read all the nameplates, and she had no clue where Sasuke’s desk was unless she saw him. Maybe he was still out on his work call; Sakura checked her watch. No, it had been almost forty-five minutes; Sasuke didn’t seem the type to ever need that long.

It was perhaps pure luck that she spotted a blur of black heading into the men’s room just ahead of her, moving almost too fast to be sure it was Sasuke, but Sakura just knew. She didn’t even think about it, knowing she could explain it away as an accident as she barged her way into the men’s room after him. Her heels echoed sharply as soon as she stepped inside, and she froze, letting the door hit her ass as it closed. She crouched down in her tight skirt, checking the stalls after seeing the urinals were empty.

Only one pair of feet were visible, and Sakura instantly recognized the black canvas sneakers from earlier. The way her lips twisted up was surely ugly, her emotions a sudden whirlwind. She reached up and locked the bathroom door behind her. Had Sasuke heard her?

As soon as the toilet flushed, Sakura was moving, her heels now covered up by the sound of the rushing water, of heavier footsteps and the door lock clicking open. Sakura barged on ahead, not looking until she collided with a firm body, that distinct smell of his soap in her nose again. She was probably only able to bulldoze Sasuke thanks to her surprise attack, and he grunted when his back hit the tiled wall behind him. The door slowly swung shut behind them, and Sakura looked up into sharp, angry eyes as her heart skipped a beat.

“This is the men’s restroom,” Sasuke bit out. “Did you get lost, Haruno-san?”

Sakura ignored the jab. She stared up at Sasuke, crowding and cornering him against the wall. “I know,” she whispered fiercely before her voice could betray her nerves. It felt implausible that someone as handsome as Sasuke would need to resort to stalking, and yet… His cold eyes, his stiff demeanor… “I know it’s you,” she told him.

Sasuke just stared down at Sakura, his face revealing nothing. Was he fazed? Shaken? Finally, his thin lips parted again, and he asked slowly, “I don’t understand.”

“You know,” stressed Sakura, but Sasuke looked for all the world like he didn’t. Sakura felt her confidence rattle, and shit, what if she was wrong?! Sakura pressed desperately closer, like her mere proximity might shake out an answer. No, she needed so badly for it to be him because the thought of it being anyone else stalking her actually terrified Sakura. “The panties. The calls. The… cameras.”

Sasuke just stared back. “You sound insane,” he hissed after a moment, his voice slow, dripping with ice.

“I’m not,” Sakura breathed with all of the certainty she had. “I’m not insane. I know…”

Sasuke just stared down at Sakura, staring, staring until suddenly he bit out, “I have to get back to work. Don’t you have to, too, Miss Communications Director?”

Sakura jolted back, shock rattling through her system, but it wasn’t until Sasuke was brushing past her that something occurred to her. As a man, and a surprisingly fit one at that, he could have easily pushed her away. If she was really that crazy, cornering and accusing an innocent man of a crime he hadn’t committed, wouldn’t he have pushed her away?! Sakura spun around, Sasuke already drying his hands when she yelped, rattled, “You could have pushed me away, but it’s almost like you refuse to touch me!”

Black eyes peered over a shoulder, cold and sharp, but for a moment, Sakura swore she saw something else in the man’s stare.

“I know it’s you-!” Sakura decried as quietly as she could, closing the distance again. Her heels echoed loud in the small, tiled space. She suddenly felt so desperate, desperate to know- “Just tell me it’s you. I feel like I’m going crazy.”

Sasuke watched Sakura for a split second longer, but then he suddenly looked away, moving out of the bathroom before she was within arms’ reach. He’d known to unlock the door, so he was slipping away before she could grab him. Just before the door shut again, Sakura swore she heard Sasuke grumble out a curse, under his breath, the sound nearly buried by her hurried steps. Sakura burst out of the bathroom and then she froze. She could see Sasuke, heading towards his small office, but she couldn’t pursue him any longer.

Was she crazy?! No. No way. She pulled out her phone and looked at her call history. There; there was her proof: more than a handful of calls each week, no number, each one lasting mere seconds. Her head jerked back up, but Sasuke was out of sight now. With a chill down her spine, Sakura hustled to the elevators; suddenly she felt too exposed. There wasn’t a single corner in this whole building she could hide. She doubted even the bathrooms would stop her stalker.

Still, despite Sasuke’s cold demeanor and the way he’d denied it so convincingly, Sakura was… certain.

It was him. It was Sasuke.

Now the question was, what would she do with that info…

-x-

Sakura slowly peeled out of her tight clothes, her mind a mess since this morning. Her muscles felt tight and wound up, and even her work-out had been unsatisfying. She was too tense. Steam poured out of her shower as it ran, clouds of hot, wet air billowing over the glass, and when she stepped inside, it was almost scalding. Still, she slowly felt herself melt. She was safe; she was home. For a moment, her mind could unravel and think in peace and solitude.

She was certain her stalker was Sasuke. Running into him after that first time her panties had been stolen; him being the only one in the building the second time. Not many people aside from security and IT had access to the cameras, and IT was the only one with access to any in-house correspondence that happened, so that’s how he’d found out about her favorite cookie, about how she was craving it. Speaking of having access, what had Sasuke done while he was on her computer? She’d tried to hide it when she typed it in, but could he gain access to her computer with her password anytime he wanted to? He clearly could slip into her office during working hours, unseen, but she supposed that wasn’t too big of a feat. He would have access to her private phone number, too, and he would have the skills to hide his own number.

It just… had to be. It all made sense, and in some ways, his convincing denials made sense, too. Of course he would deny it. Sakura scrubbed at her scalp, washing her hair as her mind whirled. She’d wanted definitive proof, but despite not having any, she felt quite sure; her gut had never led her wrong, and she just… knew.

When she was as red as a lobster and as clean as could be, she stepped out, wrapping herself in her fluffy robe. She tied it loose enough so her boobs threatened to spill out, her skin trying to flush off heat as she moved to her vanity. She towel-dried her hair and did her skincare routine before deciding she deserved a little treat.

She stopped in her bedroom, however, the lit-up screen of her phone catching her eye. Something strange stirred in Sakura’s gut. She stepped forward on bare feet.

A missed call.

Sakura sat down on the edge of her bed, pulling her phone off the charger and cradling the device. She waited.

“Come on,” she hushed. “Call me back.”

It was like he could hear her. Sakura’s stomach flipped when her phone suddenly rang again. She answered, a little breathless, pursing her lips as she pressed the device to her ear. She didn’t say anything this time, not yet. The other end was quiet, too, her own breathing filling her ears, loud.

Finally, Sakura hushed, voice low and steady, “Sasuke…?”

A sharp exhale sounded, and then the line clicked dead. Sakura pulled her phone back like it might bite her, eyes wide. Her ear rang with the single sound, and with it, her heart began to race, certain now.

It was him! She was sure.

“Call me again, you coward,” she chewed out, but this time, her phone was silent. Sakura’s lips twisted up bitterly, and then she fell back against her bed, arms raising high. She stared up at her ceiling. There were no cameras here, and yet, she felt so exposed. She shouldn’t underestimate Sasuke or what he could get access to. Her building’s security cameras? He surely knew where she lived if he had access to her personnel records. Still, she doubted he’d be able to get inside.

The big question was, did she feel safe? Did she want to call the police? Sakura raised a hand and chewed at her acrylic nails, a bad habit she had when she was anxious. She should; any sane person would call the cops and file a report, right, and yet Sakura felt wrought with indecision. The thing was, she knew Sasuke. She could put a face to her stalker, and somehow, that made everything… different.

It’s because he’s handsome, Sakura scolded. Was she really being blinded by good looks? Was that… so terrible? Sakura’s eyes went wide as soon as she thought it. No, Sasuke was a criminal! He was a bad guy! Anyone who would do what he was doing couldn’t ever be a good person-!

Sakura slowly rolled to her side. So, why-? When she thought back to Sasuke, to his body and to his smell and to those sharp, cold eyes, why did she get… excited? Sakura covered her face and groaned. No, there was no way this was happening; there was no way she was considering…

Sakura slowly pulled herself up, and then she shuffled over to her dresser, pulling out an oversized shirt and a pair of panties. She didn’t have a lot of sexy pajamas, and for a moment, she fingered at the silk crop top and shorts set she had. She scrubbed her thighs together, shame burning hot at the back of her neck. She quickly closed her drawer again and dressed in her simple pj’s. Without getting herself that treat, she turned off the lights and climbed under her heavy sheets.

“You’re crazy for this, Sakura,” she whispered, a hand slipping between her thighs. She ached, but she didn’t do anything about it, too conflicted and ashamed.

She wasn’t ready to sink so low as to masturbate to a handsome face and nothing else.

-x-

“Good morning, Sakura-san!”

Sakura looked up, distracted. “Oh,” she husked. “Morning, Ino.”

Ino knitted her eyebrows together, but she didn’t say anything, simply following Sakura into her office. In the end, Sakura had slept fitfully. She sighed wearily as she sank down in her desk chair. Maybe she should have just called in sick; the idea of running into Sasuke or having him watch her was sending Sakura’s stomach flipping upside down. She’d dressed rather conservatively in a crop sweater and a pair of high-waisted wide leg pants, her hair slightly wavy from sleeping with it damp. She’d barely even wanted to put any make-up on this morning, either.

“Do I have any meetings today?” she asked Ino with a sigh as she started up her computer.

Ino looked down at her notepad. “The head of marketing wanted to see you again, but I’m sure I could push it back to another day. He said it wasn’t urgent-”

Sakura let out a sharp sigh that interrupted the girl. She chewed out bitterly, “He might not think it’s urgent, but I would like to get this damn project done with.”

Ino nodded swiftly. “I’ll let him know you’ll stop by later.”

“Yeah, I’ll go in an hour,” muttered Sakura even as her stomach flipped again. Damn, she wanted something carb-heavy to settle her stomach. She stared at her computer as it booted up, almost forgetting Ino was there until the girl asked, “Can I get you anything?”

Sakura’s head turned, eyes widening a little in surprise. Before she even thought about it, she asked, “Could you run down to the second floor and get me a muffin?”

Ino’s eyes went wide. “Are you okay?!” she blurted out, and Sakura actually stopped and laughed. When she smiled next, it was much more genuine.

“I’m fine, just didn’t sleep well.”

Ino pursed her lips for a moment, but whatever she meant to ask, she kept silent. Instead, she said, “I’ll go get you that muffin!”

“Blueberry… please.”

Ino giggled. “Yup!”

“Get yourself something, too; my treat,” Sakura told her, and the girl nodded eagerly before darting off.

Sakura sank back, and from the corner of her eye, she peered at the camera mounted on her ceiling. Was he watching her now? A strange, warm feeling swirled inside Sakura’s gut. She swallowed heavily. After a moment, she pulled herself back up and set her mind to work, knowing it was the best way to distract herself.

An hour later, with her belly full of sugar and bread, she felt more ready to face the day as she stood up and headed out to meet with the marketing department head. The ride down to the fifth floor was absolutely uneventful, as was the walk to the man’s office.

In the end, Sakura wasted an hour of her time only to have reiterated the same thing she’d said the last time the two met five more times. She left the man’s office feeling no more accomplished than before, and she let out the heaviest sigh. She walked back to the elevators with her head down, but halfway back, she felt eyes on her, her own slipping up. A black-clad figure was making his way towards her, towards the elevators, and for a moment, Sakura swore Sasuke had been staring at her. Had he been waiting for her? Was this coincidence or not? The pair met in absolute silence at the elevator doors, and Sakura let Sasuke press the button to call the car. She acted like she hadn’t called him out just yesterday for being a stalker. In fact, she didn’t say a word, even as the doors opened and she stepped boldly inside first. Sasuke slipped in after her and settled against the back wall, while Sakura stood in front of the doors. She could see him in the reflection, and though his head was down, Sakura was sure he was watching her, too. He was staring at his phone, and for a wild moment, Sakura wondered if he could watch the camera feeds on the go with the device. She shifted on her feet, but Sasuke was almost stiff. Sakura cleared her throat and shifted again.

She wondered vaguely what she was trying to do, but then the doors slid open and Sasuke stepped past her and out. Sakura watched his back retreat, watching him walk away, but just before the doors slid shut, she swore she saw him look over his shoulder, his phone lifting. She pressed a hand to the cool doors as the elevator began to move again, going higher still, and then she shivered audibly, the sound harsh, as she felt her phone begin to vibrate.

She pulled her phone out of her pants’ pocket but didn’t answer, just staring at the screen as the call rang. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator to make her way back to her office, it went silent. Ino asked her about her meeting, and Sakura sighed, giving a very brief summary of the waste of time, Ino rolling her eyes. She noticed Sakura holding her phone, but she didn’t comment on it. Finally, Sakura stepped into her office and shut the door.

As soon as the latch clicked, her phone began to ring again. It was eerie, and it left Sakura feeling so exposed. He was watching her, wasn’t he? He knew when she was alone. Sakura sank into her chair, once again letting the phone call just ring out. With a tight frown, Sakura turned to her computer to try to get some actual work done. Two more hours passed in peaceful silence, and during that time, Sakura completely forgot about Sasuke.

At 12, a knock sounded on Sakura’s door, and she slowly looked away from her computer. Ino popped her head in, smiling. “I’m headed to lunch! Want me to grab you something?”

“Sure, that’d be great, Ino,” Sakura exhaled thankfully. If Ino got her food, Sakura could get in a work-out without rushing and hopefully shed some of her morning frustrations. As soon as Ino shut the door again, Sakura stood up, grabbing her phone to stuff it in her pocket.

She almost laughed aloud when she felt it buzz again, feeling a little crazed, but when it stopped at one, she lifted her phone, brows knitting. It wasn’t a call this time; it was a text. Sakura froze with her hand on the door handle, exhaling a sharp, hot shiver. Her hand trembled a little, her eyes straining to focus.

Time to work out.

It wasn’t even a question… Sakura hurriedly stuffed her phone into her pants’ pocket. When it buzzed again, she fitfully ignored it. It buzzed like that three more times, Sakura gritting her teeth each time. With her eyes peeled, she moved swiftly towards the gym as soon as she got off the elevator. Where was he? Where the hell was he, and what did he plan to do?

When Sakura pulled her panties off in the locker room to change into her gym clothes, she noted the obscene wet spot on the soft fabric, darkening the cotton. No, fuck, there was no way… Sakura balled up her panties in a fit and stuffed them deep inside her gym bag, shame burning the back of her neck. She changed into her gym clothes and headed out swiftly, stuffing her headphones in as she walked to the weight rack. She was alone in the gym today, and it made her feel all the more exposed. No, no, she was fine-! Sakura shook her head; she tried to keep her eyes on the big mirror in front of her as much as possible, the reflection providing a good view of the entrance to the changing rooms, but in the end, she had a few moments where she’d forgotten to watch.

Sakura only felt safe to get up and leave when one of her coworkers joined her. He was a big, buff man, and though they didn’t speak, his presence reassured Sakura enough to make her feel safe going into the changing room by herself. She hurriedly pulled her gym bag out of her locker and headed to the showers. She turned the water on as hot as it would go, and though it wasn’t as skin-melting as compared to home, her skin was still rosy by the time she stepped out again.

She pulled her clothes out and began to redress, but she halted after putting her bra on. Her eyes went wide as her hands frantically searched her bag.

“No, no, no way,” she yelped as panic crept down her spine and seized her stomach. “They’re just plain cotton panties-!” she whispered fiercely. They were a plain-Jane white pair of bikini undies with a shameful wet spot on them, and they were gone. Sakura turned her gym bag inside out twice, but no, no panties. She didn’t even have a spare pair…

Sakura swallowed roughly and slowly pulled her pants on without underwear. This was going to be so uncomfortable-! She wasn’t one to feel self-conscious, but this was too much-! She sank down into a crouch for a moment, and she let out a small whimper when she heard her phone buzz against the bench in the shower stall. She slowly grabbed it up, flipping it over.

It was a picture, a photo of her plain-Jane cotton panties laying on a desk, neatly displayed. Sakura howled in a tiny voice, covering her face with her hands and phone. She almost wanted to laugh. This couldn’t be real…

Her whole body flushed hot, and it wasn’t from the shower. Sakura ached below the belt; she felt so filthy and wrong, but that only made the ache sharper. Sakura took a long, deep inhale, and then she slowly rose back to her feet. Her toes curled in her shoes, the feeling of too-rough fabric against her most private parts almost too much. Sasuke was torturing her, trying to scare her, creepy-stalking her, so why?!

Why the hell was she horny? Why did she want… more? Had she been single for too long? Was she so much more demented and twisted than she’d ever thought? She pressed her back against the cool, tile wall, her mind whirling and the pooling heat making her dizzy.

It wasn’t that she liked being a victim to this behavior. No, it was the fact that she could turn this game upside down so easily; she could play the way Sasuke did right back, and damn, she wanted to. She wanted to bait him, make him confess. She wanted to make him feel the way she was feeling right now: a little scared, horny, horrifyingly turned on. She wanted to make him obsessed.

Sakura covered her face as the creepiest, wildest smile turned up her lips. She had to chew back a maniacal laugh as heat burst through her, her thighs rubbing together. This was a sick, twisted game, but it excited Sakura too much to quit. She was just as demented as Sasuke was; she could turn the tables on him.

Sakura slowly lifted her phone again, and then she typed out with slow purpose, Those were the only pair I had today. She hit send like she was sending a missile off, and then she exhaled, waiting. When she got no swift reply, she gathered her things and locked up her locker, her eyes scanning her surroundings as she slowly made her way to the elevators. She prayed no one could tell she didn’t have any underpants on. She wondered if she should ask Ino, but she couldn’t explain why she was going commando, either. She shut herself in her office; she stubbornly avoided looking up at the cameras, the smile on her lips too telling and the game she was playing too exciting. The mere thought that he might be watching her was enough. Sakura dropped her gym bag and sat down to eat the lunch Ino had brought her, her heart pounding as she crossed her legs.

Five minutes later, Ino knocked and then burst in, a plastic bag in her hands. “I almost forgot-!” she began, and Sakura’s eyes went wide as she stared up at her secretary, at the take-out bag she held from the lunch place she’d gone to. Ino, in turn, stared at the salad Sakura was eating.

“Oh, you got yourself something,” Ino rushed in surprise.

Sakura slowly sat up straighter, too aware of the seam of her pants against her clit. “I totally forgot-!” she lied in an instant. Ino smiled, and Sakura smiled back at her.

“No big deal-”

“Put it in my fridge, I’ll have it for dinner,” Sakura breathed. She sank down to grab her wallet, keeping herself folded forward to hide. “Here, some cash.”

Ino took it with a grin after putting the salad she’d bought away. She waved the bill like she didn’t mind paying, but she took it anyways. Sakura didn’t sit back up until Ino had shut her door again.

Her phone instantly buzzed against her desk. Sakura exhaled sharply in surprise, careful not to show it as she glanced down at the lit screen.

Enjoying the salad?

Sakura slowly licked at her lips. She stared down at the half-eaten food before her; it was her favorite. It was from the same place Ino had gone.

Delicious. she slowly typed back. You shouldn’t have…

Sakura shifted on her seat, pulling closer to her desk again, and then she finished off her lunch.

She felt insane, but she’d also never had her heart race like this, either. She’d never been so damn horny she thought she might burst out of her skin.

“Fuck,” she whispered softly.

She was so damn screwed…

-x-

“Damn, Mama!”

Sakura looked over on her way into her office, Ino rising to her feet as her eyes went wide. She paused and gave the girl a little spin. “What do you think?”

Ino’s eyes flew up and down, eyeing up the small, fitted dress Sakura had on. It was barely office-appropriate, the skirt hitting halfway up Sakura’s thighs and tight enough to show off everything. The sweetheart neck was just low enough to show off the top swell of Sakura’s round tits, and she had even made sure to wear one of her best push-up bras. It was almost obnoxious, but Sakura felt like a million bucks as Ino looked her over in awe.

“You’re gonna make all the guys in the office obsessed with you!” Ino chirped, and Sakura giggled. She just cared about one man, really, but she didn’t say that aloud.

Instead, she chimed back, “Thanks. I thought I’d try something a little fun today~”

Ino snorted, and then she followed Sakura to her office, still mewling about how good Sakura looked. “You don’t have a date, do you?! Are you seeing someone?”

Sakura hummed. “If I was dating, you’d know,” she promised. She rubbed a finger just under her pouty, glossy lips, staring at Ino for a moment. Whatever she and Sasuke were doing right now was quite far from dating, but that didn’t make it any less exciting. Still, Ino didn’t need to know about it yet, nor would Sakura ever reveal all of the details. It was the secrecy of it all that made it so fun, too, Sakura mused. After a moment, she pulled her mind back to work, asking, “Any meetings?”

“You have a work call with the COO at 2.”

Sakura nodded, chewing back a wry smile. “Leave my morning open,” she requested, and Ino happily agreed before returning to her desk. Sakura sank down and started her computer up, crossing her legs as she chewed coyly at her bottom lip. Honestly, she’d stayed up way too late and had to rush to work this morning, her mind whirling with plans and ideas and thoughts of Sasuke. A nervous energy bundled in her gut. After replying to the e-mails that had come in late yesterday and early this morning, Sakura rose up from her desk, striding in tall heels to her door.

“I’m going to go get a coffee downstairs,” Sakura told her secretary. “Want anything?”

Ino looked up in surprise. Sakura normally brought her own coffee in, and if not, she had a small coffee maker in her office, so it was quite rare for her to buy a drink, but Ino also didn’t question it, just giving Sakura another once-over.

“I’m fine,” she replied with a smirk, and Sakura set off with a wave over her shoulder. She was feeling giddy, so she stopped and talked to some of her fellow co-workers, popping her head into offices and cubicles and saying hello. All the women complimented Sakura on her dress while the men looked almost awkward, unsure of where to gaze, and it made Sakura wonder what the view in the cameras was. Was Sasuke watching?

Sakura stepped into the elevator with a heated exhale, sinking against the sidewall. She’d always thought she was smart, a good head on her shoulders, but now she wanted to question everything. She was listening to her heart and not her mind, though, and at least for now, it felt damn good. She couldn’t stop thinking about what face Sasuke was making right now.

Sakura hummed as she stepped off the elevator on the second floor and made her way towards the café there, ordering a large matcha latte. She even flirted a little with the twenty-something barista behind the counter, feeling almost like she was walking on air. She hadn’t even seen Sasuke today, and yet the thrill of running into him, of thinking about him watching her, was enough. Sakura sipped at her coffee as she stepped onto the elevator, head in the clouds.

She was so lost in her daydreams as the elevator slowly rose, wondering how she could make an interaction with Sasuke happen, when the elevator chimed and stopped, the doors sliding open. Sakura’s eyes jumped first up to read the floor number, and then they rushed down, a hiccup catching in her throat. She hurriedly chewed back a surprised smile as delight ripped through her, hiding her mouth behind her coffee as she watched Sasuke step inside. He didn’t press a single button on the lit panel as he moved past it, silently stepping to stand behind Sakura, his back to the wall. Sakura hummed quietly, her spine as straight as it would go. Every nerve in her body lit up like fireworks, and Sakura felt like she could soar. This was it-!

“Good morning,” she finally called over her shoulder a few floors later, her voice betraying nothing of what she felt. She could see Sasuke in the reflection of the metal walls. His head was down, but through his fringe, he was watching her, staring. It took everything in Sakura not to smile too wide.

“Morning,” Sasuke mumbled after a while. He was wearing an oversized shirt and stylishly torn jeans, the old-school canvas slip-ons making Sakura smile behind her cup. Was she crazy to think he could make such a casual outfit look so good? She wanted to whirl around and stare obnoxiously at the man, but she kept her cool.

“What are you wearing?” came the sudden, sharp question, Sasuke’s voice low and almost too quiet, but Sakura heard it, her ears ringing with the sound. She schooled her face before slowly looking over her shoulder, staring as if to challenge, What does it matter to you? Sakura’s heart tumbled in her chest as dark eyes met her teal gaze.

Sasuke shifted on his feet. He stared at Sakura in silence, his face unreadable and his eyes as sharp as ever. He had serious self-control to keep his gaze on her face; Sakura smiled wryly as she turned back, shrugging vaguely.

“Just felt like it,” she finally offered, watching the numbers tick higher as the elevator rose. Finally, she hummed, “Where are you headed, Sasuke~?”

Sasuke’s eyes slipped to the button panel on the elevator, only Sakura’s floor lit up. It was like he really hadn’t considered his destination; had he just felt the need to follow Sakura? Sakura chewed back a wild smile. Either way, if Sasuke had a good answer, he didn’t offer it.

Sakura sighed softly as the doors finally slid open on her floor, and she spun as she exited, calling, “See you around, Sasuke~” She grinned as she felt dark eyes follow her and her swaying hips, his gaze hot until the elevator doors slowly slid closed between them. Sakura swiftly pulled out her phone, but it was silent. She almost frowned. It was like riding a roller coaster, feeling so damn high she could scream one minute and then going so low she wanted to pout. Sakura walked to her office in silence, only giving Ino a smile when the girl welcomed her back. She sank into her office chair with a heavy sigh.

Come on, Sasuke…

In the end, Sakura waited all day for a call that didn’t come. She’d been forced to stay cooped up in her office, so she didn’t see him again, either. As she packed up her bag to head home, she actually pouted. She’d picked out such a good outfit, but now it felt wasted. Sakura sighed as she made her way back to the elevator to head home. It was just a little after five, so everyone was heading out, each stop on every floor making everyone shift and crowd a little closer as more passengers stepped on. Sakura was given a little more room because everyone knew who she was, too high up to dare touch, so she hid in the left corner, trying to give as much room herself as she could. She was looking down, scrolling on her phone absentmindedly, wondering what to make for dinner when a familiar smell itched her nose. Her head whipped up halfway, but then she froze. It was those damn canvas sneakers, she thought; Sakura’s heart shot up in her throat. Sasuke was standing close, closer than anyone else, right beside her. It seemed he wasn’t afraid to touch her, though he didn’t, just enough distance left between them to avoid that. She could feel his heat, too; could he feel hers? His breathing was slow, quiet, and yet it drowned out everything else in the elevator. What floor were they on? How many floors did they have left? Sakura slowly switched her browser to a new tab, and under the shadow Sasuke created for her, she typed in the web address for her favorite lingerie store. She’d been thinking she’d need some new panties soon, and especially with Sasuke stealing them…

It was almost imperceptible, and really, it could have been anyone, but Sakura knew better than to think so the moment she felt two knuckles brush her bare thigh, just below the hem of her skirt. Sasuke shifted closer as two more people got on the elevator, and for a moment, the whole back of his hand rubbed against Sakura’s skin. She had to sharply swallow down the heated gasp it punched out of her lungs. She turned a little, and then she pressed back against the touch, not shy about it nor the fact that she craved more. As the crowds shifted again, Sasuke’s hand slipped up, and for a split second, a big hand cupped Sakura’s left ass cheek. It was over far too soon, and yet it left Sakura’s neck burning, hot breath rustling her soft hair. Sasuke was so damn close, so close-

Sakura locked her phone as the elevator dinged, the first floor finally reached, and like a pressure release, everyone started spilling out of the stuffy elevator car. Sakura looked up, and she waited, watching Sasuke in the reflection from the corner of her eye. He had his head turned to the left, but Sakura knew he was watching her. Sakura stayed in her back corner, smiling as she let everyone else off first. Sasuke slowly backed away as he was given the room to, but it wasn’t as much as he could have.

“See you tomorrow,” Sakura called as the last of her coworkers stepped off. “Good work today.” She took a step forward and then paused, pretending to fix her dress before she headed out. She and Sasuke were the last two on the elevator, and she half-expected him to stay rooted, but then she heard it, the telltale swish of his jeans rubbing together and rubber soles squeaking. Sakura’s lips flared up with a bright smile as she stepped onto the marble floor, her heels clicking loudly.

“Goodbye, Sakura-san!” called the receptionists as she stepped past their desk, and Sakura waved at them. She saw him from the corner of her eye, keeping distance but obviously (to her) following. Sakura’s heels clacked and Sasuke’s soles creaked.

“Oh, thank you!” preened Sakura when a man held the door to the parking garage open for her, and she almost chuckled when a long arm shot out from behind to grab it instead. Sakura walked with a shadow, a shadow that grew darker and darker with each step. It followed her all the way to her car, and she almost turned around and told Sasuke just to get in when he slipped past her at the last moment. He didn’t even look back as Sakura settled into her car. She watched him walk away through her rearview mirror.

Just like that, it was over again. Sakura exhaled slowly. When she lifted her hands to grip the steering wheel, she found that they were trembling. She let out a shaky laugh, exhilarated and terrified enough to be aroused.

Sakura drove home, her heart racing, her groin aching, and her gut warm. She stripped as soon as she stepped foot in her bedroom, and she checked her phone obsessively, but it was silent, so silent.

“Fuck, Sasuke,” Sakura groaned as she sank into her bed for the night, naked. She reached a hand down and touched herself desperately, nipples hard and aching and her pussy sopping wet. She used just the memory of Sasuke’s briefest brush against her ass and thigh as pure fuel.

“Fuuuck,” she mewled as she came, hard. She was addicted to the game.

-x-

The morning had been quiet. Sakura kept checking her phone, but Sasuke was frustratingly silent. It made Sakura feel crazy; what kind of person anxiously waited for their stalker to call? At around 11:30, she decided she’d take a trip down to the fifth floor and check on how the project was going with the marketing head, and though it could very well be just a phone call or an e-mail, Sakura convinced herself that showing up in person would be much more motivating. Besides, she would be heading to lunch soon, and the gym was just a few more floors down, so the trip wasn’t wasted. She made her way to the elevator, riding it down with a tiny smile.

The marketing and IT floor was as quiet as always, and Sakura refrained from looking too eagerly around; if Sasuke was here, he’d see her first. She made her way straight to the back, to the office of the marketing department’s head. With a cheery knock, she leaned into the open doorway and smiled.

The older man looked up in panicked surprise, rising clumsily to his feet. “Haruno-san-!” he choked as he stepped out. Sakura met him halfway.

“I wanted to check in and see how progress was going,” she replied, smiling though her tone was straight to the point. The man balked, staring for a moment. Sakura was dressed in a fitted button-up and a small pencil skirt, more conservative than yesterday’s outfit but not by much. Her blouse was unbuttoned enough to show off some cleavage, and again, the tightness of her outfit left little to the imagination. Sakura cleared her throat, thinking that the old man’s stare felt a hundred times more icky than Sasuke’s ever had. His eyes darted back up, and he apologized profusely.

“We’re working hard!” he assured, but Sakura frankly doubted that.

“Do you have anything new to show me then?” she asked, tone a little clipped even as she still smiled. The man shivered sharply.

“No-” he began, but instantly realizing his mistake, he finished, “We’ll have something for you by end of day-!”

Sakura just kept smiling, but it never reached her eyes. “It takes time out of my day to stop by here,” she reminded the man cooly. He nodded, nearly sweating under her stare. She really hated men like this with no backbone and nothing to show for all of their groveling. Her smile fell sharply as she turned away.

“Please have some good progress to show me by tomorrow.”

“Y-yes-! Well, tomorrow is-!”

Sakura waved the excuses away sharply, no longer in the mood. “Useless,” she muttered sharply under her breath. She stepped blindly into the elevator and scrubbed at her temples, groaning loudly as soon as the doors shut.

A second later, she smelled him, and she whirled around, eyes snapping wide. Fuck, she’d shown such an unattractive side of herself. Sasuke’s glare was sharp, sharper than ever before, his brows furrowed tightly, and Sakura wondered if he was seriously angry, a moment of fear ramming up her spine.

“Sasuke,” she rushed, and then she sank back against the wall behind her. “Good morning,” she muttered slowly. Sasuke was silent, just staring, glaring, but every second that passed turned the fear Sakura felt into heat, smoldering heat. Slowly, Sakura turned, straightening her spine and fixing her skirt.

“I was just on my way to the gym,” she said to the air. Sasuke’s stare was sending rivers of heat rolling down, but he was silent. Sakura glanced ever so minutely over her shoulder at the man. She offered Sasuke a tiny smile, but in a moment, it was all over as the elevator doors opened again. Sasuke followed after her a heartbeat later, but only for a moment before veering off towards the café, while Sakura headed to the gym. She peeled her heels off at the entrance to the changing room, and then she began to strip in front of her locker. Skirt, button-up, bra. Her nipples were hard, but she ignored them because the mess in her panties was almost gross. Sakura slowly shifted her hips, wiggling her lace-y thong down. Cool air hit her heated crotch. Sakura slowly sank just her butt down against the bench behind her, and she exhaled shakily.

“Fuck,” she hushed, her favorite word as of late. Sasuke was so… frustratingly arousing. Sakura slowly pulled out her gym shorts and sports bra, feeling too flushed to even pull on any panties. She was already sweating, and she didn’t even bother putting her things away properly, leaving her panties right on top of the pile in her locker.

Her work-out was fitful and mostly unsatisfying; it did nothing to quell the desire blooming in Sakura’s nether region. By the time she got back to the changing room, she was nearly irate. She pulled her locker open violently, and then she stopped. Heat surged, rearing its head right back up like a lion. Sakura’s lips trembled into a smile.

Her panties were gone.

She exhaled heatedly. With a shaky hand, she reached for her phone.

Sasuke.

What are you doing with my panties?

Tell me.

Sakura’s texts went unanswered. Should she call? Fuck, she was aching so bad. She tried dialing the number, but it didn't even ring, not enough info there for her phone to connect the call. Sakura howled pitifully.

Slowly, she showered and redressed. She had a spare pair of panties with her, but she almost couldn’t bear to pull them on. She headed back up to her office, stopping only to buy a salad from the café, eyes peeled but Sasuke was nowhere to be seen.

She ate her salad fitfully, barely even tasting it. As soon as Ino got back, Sakura poked her head out, smiling wearily at the girl.

“I’m… having an issue with my computer,” Sakura lied. Ino looked up in surprise, taking a moment to stare at Sakura. How obvious was she being? Sakura swallowed and then cleared her throat. “Could you call down to IT…?”

“Yeah-!” Ino chirped, turning to do just that. Sakura slowly slipped back inside her office, pressing her back to the door before silently walking back to her office chair. She couldn’t even think up an excuse to tell Sasuke. No, she couldn’t even be sure he would be the one to come-

Fifteen minutes later, a sharp knock sounded, and Sakura flew to her feet.

“Come in.”

After a pause, the door pushed open, and Sasuke’s onyx eyes instantly met Sakura’s teal. She exhaled roughly, heat bubbling instantly up. Sasuke was silent as he stiffly shut the door behind him and stepped forward. Without a word, Sakura slipped away from her chair, and Sasuke silently took her place. Sakura sat her ass down on the edge of her desk, and then she leaned sideways, staring openly.

After a moment, Sasuke frowned and asked flatly, “What’s wrong?”

“You stole my panties, didn’t you?” Sakura hushed. Sasuke didn’t even blink.

“What’s wrong with your computer?” he asked again, sharper this time.

Sakura’s mind rushed with a million excuses, but nothing was plausible. “Answer my question,” she breathed in a low tone instead. Sasuke clicked his tongue. Slowly, he looked up at her.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I came because you called for tech support-”

“You always come,” gushed Sakura. She leaned more sharply down. Her shirt collar folded over, revealing her fat cleavage. She shifted and re-crossed her legs.

“Haruno-san-”

“Nothing’s wrong… with my computer, Sasuke,” breathed Sakura, and instantly, black eyes shot to hers. She shivered audibly, melting a little back.

Sasuke rose to his feet, but as Sakura shifted, he froze. It was the first time he showed anything she did affecting him.

“Sasuke,” mewled Sakura as she slowly spread her legs wider. “What… do you do with my panties…? Tell me.”

Sasuke’s eyes snapped up from where he could surely tell that Sakura was going commando. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he repeated, but he suddenly couldn’t fully meet her eyes. “Please don’t call me unless you have a real issue,” he chewed out past a stiff jaw. “You’re wasting my time.”

Sakura clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth as if she could taste the lie. She grabbed at Sasuke’s hand as she rushed up, and she formed his palm flat to the globe of her ass cheek. “I know you touched me the other day,” she whispered as she pressed herself against his body. Oh, he was so warm, so solid. He smelled good, fresh, manly. Sakura slowly began to slide a thigh between Sasuke’s, but she didn’t get far. A sudden hand stopped her, and then Sasuke pushed her just enough away.

It was enough for Sakura to spot it before Sasuke tugged his shirt swiftly down. Sakura gasped and then rushed back closer, but this time, Sasuke pushed her sharply back. She stumbled and yelped quietly as her ass struck the edge of her desk.

“You’re talking nonsense. You waste my time with nonsense calls,” Sasuke breathed out angrily, and for a moment, just a moment, Sakura went pale as she wondered if she’d really gotten this all wrong. Sasuke turned and headed out, but his lingering scent reminded Sakura she wasn’t the crazy one.

Sasuke had been hard just now.

Sakura spun as soon as her phone buzzed, delight rushing through her in waves of heat, washing away the cold. She grabbed up her cell.

You’re getting too comfortable. Don’t make me do something you’ll regret.

Be a good girl, Sakura.

Sakura nearly yelped in delight. No, she wanted to write back. No, I won’t be good, so punish me~ Sakura sank into her office chair and absorbed the heat left there. She pulled up her knees and chewed at her fingernail, her smile barely containable.

-x-

Sakura hadn’t seen or heard from Sasuke for the rest of the day, and yet her mind was active enough to leave her thighs soaked by the time she got home. It was late; concentrating on work had been hard, and things had piled up, but Sakura was finally home. She peeled out of her tight clothes and bra, and then she melted under the shower spray. She used the hand-held head to stimulate herself as she washed her slick off, but everything left her still so wanting these days. With a sigh, Sakura slipped on her silk robe and tied her hair up, and then she roamed into the kitchen for a treat, finding some dark chocolate to gnaw on. She wanted to call Sasuke; she wanted to hear him breathing, calling her name-

Sakura treaded back into the bedroom and sank into her bed, sighing heavily up at the ceiling. What else could she do? She needed Sasuke more, so much more obsessed with her; she really wanted him crazed. She grabbed up her phone and searched in a new browser page, How to make a man obsessed with you. A bunch of teen magazine articles and some random blogs popped up. Perfume, sexy outfits, light touches. It all felt so normal; Sakura needed crazy to capture crazy.

How to handle a stalker

The results there were even more disappointing. Call the police, call this hotline. Are you safe?

Sakura exhaled sharply, about to throw her phone in exasperation, but instead another idea struck and she quickly reopened a new browser. Naughty lingerie, she searched. Ah, this was much more promising. Sites with BDSM-type clothing came up, ones that sold sex toys alongside edible underwear. Sakura browsed everything from latex and bits of string to chastity belts and delicate, metal chains. There was stuff for guys and girls, stuff for penetration and strap-ons. Items that made Sakura dream about what Sasuke was doing with her panties and what he would do if he stole these.

Sakura pressed her phone to her face, burning so hot she almost wanted to check her temperature when suddenly her phone vibrated. Her hands shot up in the air, eyes wide.

Sasuke!

Sakura answered swiftly, putting the call on speaker. Only the slightest bit of static filled the room.

“Sasuke,” breathed Sakura softly. A little louder, “Sasuke…”

It was almost eerily silent in reply. In Sakura’s head, she kept repeating Sasuke’s name, calling, calling to him. She slowly laid her phone on her chest, and fabric rustled softly as she bent and then spread her legs. Could he hear it all?

“Sasuke,” begged Sakura. Again, “Sasuke…” Her hands crept down, and with two fingers she parted her soft mound, the other hand slipping a little further. “Sasuke,” she exhaled as she began to touch her aching clit. “Sasuke-!”

Sakura rolled her head to the side, the air growing hot and heavy as she panted. It felt good, better than even the last time. Sasuke was listening-!

“Sasuke… Were you thinking about me? Were you thinking about it, too? Did I arouse you today?”

Soft static crackled ever so lightly.

“Sasuke,” mewled Sakura. She slowly began to tease her slick pussy lips apart. “Sasuke…”

Sakura rolled over to her knees as the silence on the other end dragged out, and she hovered over her phone, close as she began to finger her wet cunt. The sounds were lewd, but the heat that burned across her skin wasn’t shame but pure lust. Sakura leaned forward, her cheek pressing to the sheets as she whispered desperately now, “Sasuke. Sasuke…”

Sakura came with a broken mewl a moment later, whimpering as wet gushed over her palm. She wanted to show Sasuke, but all she could do was hold her hand out to her phone and spread the sticky cum between her fingers, the slick sound seeming to echo in the quiet. As her orgasm faded and the need for another erupted, she grabbed her phone with her other hand, switching off the speaker and pressing it tightly to her ear.

“Sasuke… Tomorrow…”

A moment later, the line clicked dead. Sakura threw her phone down even as she howled. She frantically touched herself again, cumming so fast it made her head spin. It wasn’t enough, it wasn’t-!

Sakura grabbed a tissue and then sank down, spent, into her mattress. Her eyelids were heavy, her whole body limp, and she swiftly fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

-x-

“Ino,” Sakura called. Ino’s eyes snapped up, watching her boss lean over her desk with a soft smile. She pulled her headphones out, apologizing. Sakura just shook her head and stood up straight again.

“Call IT for me,” she said simply, smiling.

“Oh, is the problem still not fixed?” bemoaned Ino. “What should I tell them?”

Sakura just replied, “Have them send up whoever is available.” She smirked as she walked back into her office, leaving the door slightly ajar. She unbuttoned one of the buttons on her blouse, smoothing her hands down her skirt as she roamed around her office, wiping away dust with a cloth, keeping busy.

Seven minutes later, her office door clicked shut, and she turned with a smile.

“What is it?” snapped Sasuke stiffly, and damn, he almost sounded a little winded. Sakura nodded towards her desk with a glimmer to her eyes, and after a moment, Sasuke moved to sit in her chair. Sakura followed, hovering just beside the man. She watched him check a few things on her computer, but she knew there was nothing to be found. Slowly, she leaned closer, closer. Ah, he smelled good, and he looked nice in his short-sleeve sweatshirt.

“Sasuke,” she hummed softly, teal eyes roaming him over.

“Why did you call me?”

Sakura smiled, her heart thrumming wildly as she pressed closer still. He stared at her from the corners of his eyes, those black eyes so cold. He really was so good at hiding his obsession, almost to the point that Sakura felt like the crazy one here. “It’s not like I called for you specifically, Sasuke. I just asked for whoever was available~”

Sasuke clicked his tongue, his breathing still a little ragged. Sakura slowly pinched at the sleeve of his top, staring down.

“Did you run here?” murmured Sakura.

Sasuke’s gaze snapped sideways. “Nothing is wrong,” he guessed stiffly.

Sakura smiled as she stroked down his arm. “I knew you would come,” she hummed. She shifted her hand to stroke two fingers down his chest, down. “Did you enjoy our call last night, Sasuke?”

“Haruno-san…” called a cold voice. “It’s almost like you’re obsessed with me.”

Sakura let out a wild giggle, her hand threatening to sweep below the belt, but then she suddenly pulled away, turning to sit back atop her desk. She folded her arms under her ample tits, giving a suddenly empathetic smile.

“I’m sorry, it must have made you uncomfortable,” she hummed, playing her part. Sasuke seemed to freeze. “I should stop bothering you…” mused Sakura, turning away to hide the way her lips trembled, threatening to smile. “I’m so sorry, Sasuke, you must be busy.”

Sasuke was silent, stiff as he stood up. Schooling her face into a sweet smile, Sakura rose with him. “Should I walk you out?”

Sasuke slowly unfroze. “I can see myself out,” he said almost to himself as he walked to the door. Sakura hummed, smiling. She watched him disappear with a flutter in her chest, sinking back down into her chair. Ah, she could smell him lingering. Warmth bloomed again.

A soft knock sounded a moment later and Sakura glanced over, her heart jumping for a split second. It was Ino, though.

“Get your computer fixed?” she asked.

“Hmm,” Sakura hummed as she pulled out her phone. “I hope so.”

Quiet encompassed the two for a second before Sakura pulled herself back up. “I should go check on how the project is going with the marketing head.”

Ino furrowed her brows, but she just sighed. “All right. You have a meeting in an hour,” she simply reminded her boss.

Sakura headed out with a wave and a promise to be back soon, re-buttoning her top with a crooked grin. She chewed at her acrylic nail in the elevator. Teasing Sasuke was so damn fun; she wondered what he was doing right now. Was he moping because she’d decided to ‘back off’? Was he watching her parade down to his floor again?

Sakura strode through the marketing and IT departments and knocked on the door of the marketing manager’s door, announcing herself only a moment before she stepped inside.

“Haruno-san,” choked the man, obviously having nothing more to give her after their talk the other day. Sakura smiled as she sat down in one of the chairs across from his desk.

“Is there anything I could help you with?” she asked in a candy-sweet voice. He blinked in surprise.

“Wh-why? No-! I couldn’t ask that of you-! I mean, you’ve already done… so much…”

Sakura just kept smiling. She folded her hands. “It just seems like you’re lacking in motivation,” she hummed, demeaning and sassy. The man froze.

“We’re working as fast as we can… We have other projects.”

“Sure, sure,” hummed Sakura, bored as she examined her nails. “I have a meeting with the COO in an hour. What should I tell him?”

The marketing head went pale. Sakura glanced at him.

“Perhaps I can motivate your team,” she suggested.

The man could only nod. “I’ll prep… a meeting room.”

Sakura smiled brightly. “One with a good view of the whole office would be nice,” she chimed brightly. The poor man just nodded. Fifteen minutes later, Sakura was standing in front of a group of five nervous marketing workers with a perfect view out the windows over the rest of the office. Five minutes into her talk, she saw Sasuke walk past. She smiled when his eyes caught on hers for a split second. He suddenly moved faster.

When he came out again twenty minutes later, he almost pointedly ignored her. She watched him move to the elevator and go down to the second floor. Sakura took one more lap around the meeting room as the little worker bees worked frantically, and she told them and the marketing head, “Well, I think I have enough to tell the COO. Please keep up the hard work, everyone~”

Just like that, she stepped out and walked away, not even throwing a glance back as her face fell sharply. She felt drained, but her feet moved fast. She rode down to the second floor and went to grab herself a cup of herbal tea from the coffee shop. She acted surprised when she walked past Sasuke, eating lunch at a table by the café. He’d had his phone set up like he was watching something, but he knocked it down when he spotted her. She only gave him a smile as she swayed her hips, a small wave when she walked back.

Fuck, it was so fun; it even made everything else in her day seem less daunting. Sakura sipped at her tea, swaying to silent music as she waited for the elevator. She didn’t look, but she was sure Sasuke was highly aware of her. She rode the elevator back up to her floor just in time to settle in for her next meeting.

She was quite certain now that Sasuke could see the security cameras on the go, which meant he was watching her right now, right? She wished she had a better way of knowing, thinking it would be nice if she could get access to those feeds and watch him. The best she could do was roam around, but Sasuke was always easy to find.

Her meeting with the COO was uneventful, but while Sakura had always skirted the man’s flirtations, today she sat next to him in one of the chairs in front of her desk, and she even touched his arm, laughing animatedly at his bad jokes. She walked him to his office, and then she walked herself back. With a hum, Sakura sank into her desk chair, and as she leaned back, she slowly unbuttoned her top again, kicking off her heels and tucking her feet up. She hung her head back, and she stared for a moment right at the camera on her ceiling. Was he watching? Sakura blew a kiss and a wink.

Keep watching me, Sasuke. Don’t you ever stop~

Sakura grinned a moment later when she heard her phone buzz. She slowly sat up, fanning her shirt like she was hot. She grabbed her phone lazily.

You’re a whore.

Sakura laughed aloud until a second message came.

I should teach you a lesson. You’re mine.

A hot, sharp exhale punched out of Sakura’s lungs. She pressed two fingers to her lips, chewing back an achingly wide smile. As much as she wanted to reply, though, she calmly set her phone away again, pulling herself back to her desk to return to work. Her phone buzzed again. Once more. Twice in a row.

When it began to ring, she curled her toes, so happy she could shout. That’s right. Get more and more obsessed.

Sakura lifted her work phone off the cradle when an hour of silence had passed, and she called down to the coffee shop on the second floor. “Could you make a delivery for me?”

“Oh,” rushed the girl on the other end a moment before realizing who she was talking to. “Yes-! Of course, Haruno-san-!”

Sakura grinned crookedly. “Could you deliver a cookie for me to Sasuke in IT? Tell him… I’m sorry.”

“Oh,” the girl murmured again. “Sure,” she called. Sakura just smiled.

“You can tell him it’s a gift, to repay him for his hard work.”

“Yes.”

“Thank you. Can I pay over the phone? You can charge me extra for the delivery.”

The girl arranged everything, and then Sakura hung up. She got back to work, but one hand tapped at her phone, waiting.

She giggled when she felt it buzz sharply again twenty minutes later. She couldn’t stop smiling.

Two could play this game, and Sakura had always been highly competitive. She wouldn’t lose, not when it was this damn fun.

By the end of the day, Sakura was riding high. She walked to the elevator with Ino, the two chatting happily. The elevator was crammed again, but Sakura paid it no mind, standing right in the middle at the back this time. It meant she saw exactly when the elevator stopped on floor 5 and a head of black hair stepped inside. Sakura laughed a little louder at Ino’s wisecrack; she made sure Sasuke was aware of her.

Her and Ino walked out together on the first floor and parted by the reception desk. Sakura walked left to the parking garage.

When she heard footsteps behind her, the familiar squeak of rubber soles, she finally pulled her phone out and slowly checked Sasuke’s messages. Oh, he’d gone a little unhinged with that cookie delivery. Sakura murmured like she felt apologetic. The footsteps behind her hastened, but Sakura acted like she didn’t notice. He was getting closer and closer when Sakura suddenly turned and slipped between her car and another. The footsteps froze, but Sakura wasn’t going to let Sasuke get away so easily. She lifted her phone just as she slipped inside her car, and just before she shut the sedan’s door, she heard a soft, faint buzz. Sakura made a slow show of putting her call on speaker. She peeled her blazer off, starting up her car. She waited until the line clicked on.

“Sasuke?” she hummed, examining her nails, knowing he was standing just a few feet away in the shadows.

“Did you get the cookie I sent?”

Sakura pulled out her lipgloss and reapplied it to her lips using her rearview mirror. She waited like she had all the time in the world.

“Like I said, I won’t call for you anymore. I realize that was childish of me. You’re right… I am a little obsessed when it comes to you. I’ll stop. Sorry-”

“Shut… up…” hissed a quiet, dangerous voice. Sakura felt it shiver down her spine as she exhaled in sharp surprise. Sasuke had never spoken on their calls before. She wanted to look his way, to breathe his name, but she pursed her lips tightly instead.

“What would you like me to do, Sasuke?” Sakura asked after a long moment of near-deafening silence. She tapped her fingers against her wheel; she stared straight ahead. Sasuke was just out of view in the corner of her eye. “Should I just be a good little victim for you?”

Sakura exhaled slowly, and then she asked with a dark smirk, her voice low, “Isn’t it more fun this way, Sasuke?”

Sakura put her car in reverse and finally backed out of her spot. She drove out of the parking garage.

“Sasuke?” she called after a few minutes. She tapped at her steering wheel at a red light.

“Sa~suke~” she chimed as she pulled into her building’s lot.

“You’re a fool,” breathed an icy voice suddenly. Sakura shivered. She picked up her phone after parking. “I can track you through this call. Did you just get home?”

Sakura exhaled slowly. Her gut warred between fear and heat; she didn’t doubt that Sasuke dared to come, to break in and find her, but part of her… Sakura swallowed.

“It wouldn’t be hard for me to get inside,” Sasuke continued, his voice chilling as it crackled around Sakura’s sedan. “Keep playing games, Sakura. You won’t like the prizes I have.”

Sakura didn’t doubt Sasuke wasn’t dead serious. She chewed at her nails, her lips trembling in a shaky smile.

“Don’t… flirt with other men,” he commanded slowly. “I can see you, anytime, anywhere. You can’t decide when this ends.

“This isn’t going to end, Sakura.”

Sakura shivered as a chill slowly set in. She waited, listening to Sasuke’s ragged breathing. She clutched her phone, pressing it close to her lips.

“Is that a promise?” she finally whispered.

The line clicked sharply dead. Sakura’s stomach flipped over on itself.

Be a good whore and obey, Sasuke threatened with a final text. Sakura pressed her hands and phone to her chest, her heart racing.

Slowly, her lips curled into a smile, and she shivered heatedly at the wet feeling between her thighs. Fuck.

She was so turned on right now.

-x-

Sakura tugged at her tight miniskirt as she stepped out of her car the next morning, her black, thigh-high boots clacking against the concrete. She had painted her lips a deep, deep crimson, her hair done up to show off her bare collar bones and her fat tits in the satin cami she wore. The blazer hanging over her arm was more for show than anything else.

Sakura was fidgeting with her phone as she stepped inside the large building she worked in, almost too distracted. It was the squeak of rubber soles and the wash of a familiar scent that made her head jerk up. Black eyes locked on hers as they made their way across the lobby, Sakura from the parking garage and Sasuke from the front door. Sakura pressed her plump lips together, but it was obvious she was hiding a smile, her eyes not straying until Sasuke’s jerked away. They stopped in front of the elevator together, but neither looked the other’s way, both silent. Sakura could feel her heart begin to race.

The silence continued as they stepped into the elevator together. Sakura stood in the center, bold as she had always been, while Sasuke pressed against the back wall. Sakura didn’t acknowledge that she could feel Sasuke staring. She simply shifted from foot to foot, tilting her head, folding an arm under her breasts. She rubbed her lips slowly together.

She didn’t say anything when Sasuke rode all the way up to her floor with her. She chewed back her smile. It was only at the end, when Sakura stepped off the elevator, that she turned and peered over her shoulder, her eyes raking over Sasuke’s face. His stare was sharp and cold, so Sakura didn’t say anything as she headed down the hall, only smiling into her shoulder as goosebumps raised on her arms. The chill over her skin was old and familiar, and it made her gut flood with desire.

“Good morning, Ino,” she called, stopping in front of the girl’s desk. It was the first words she’d spoken today; she smiled a little lopsidedly. Ino looked up and grinned.

“Another date?” she chimed. Sakura laughed wryly.

“Something like that?” she replied vaguely. The game her and Sasuke had been playing was starting to feel less and less like that and more like… something more sinister. Still, it was exciting, the fear molting to a rash sort of illicit desire. After Sasuke’s threats yesterday, Sakura felt torn between tipping the man over the edge and letting him cool off. The crazy part of her wanted to know what he’d do; Sakura doubted Sasuke wasn’t serious, after all.

After Ino informed Sakura of her schedule for the day, Sakura stepped into her office and set her briefcase down, sinking into her chair and pushing the on button to start up her computer. She settled back and waited, watching her computer load, load… load…

Sakura slowly pulled herself up. No way. Her computer wasn’t booting on, the loading screen just blinking over and over again, the wheel turning.

“No way,” Sakura begged, the irony too much. She tried to do a hard reset, but suddenly the thing didn’t turn on at all. She glanced at her work phone. If she called down to IT now, would Sasuke think she was messing with him again? Would this tip him over the edge? Sakura slowly stood up, hands to her desk as her heart began to rumble against her ribcage.

There were other people who could fix her computer, of course, but Sakura felt just as possessive of Sasuke as he did of her. Besides, no matter what, she’d never turn down a chance to see him, even if it meant risking Sasuke making good on his threat. Sakura shivered as she stood up tall and walked away from her desk.

“Be right back,” she told Ino vaguely as she walked past the girl. She made her way to the elevators and then rode them down, her stomach in knots and her heart racing. She’d traversed the fifth floor many times, but she’d never really explored the IT side. She blindly wandered down a hall, not about to breathe out Sasuke’s name to ask for directions. She felt insanely protective of this secret; was it that she didn’t want Sasuke to get in trouble for what he was doing, or was it that this secret was only perfect if no one else knew?

Maybe both…

Sakura read the names on all the name plates of the offices she passed until she finally stopped. She looked over her shoulder for a split second, almost half-expecting to just see Sasuke standing right behind her, but no, the hall was eerily empty. The door in front of her read out Sasuke’s name, and for a moment, Sakura stroked at the name plate. So his last name was Uchiha, huh?

With a tiny, wry smile, Sakura’s heart in her throat, she used her nails to rap at the man’s door. There were no windows, so she couldn’t see inside, but she heard movement a few moments later. She tapped her nails against the door again, and then she pressed her palms together, offering a smile before the door even pulled open.

Sasuke’s door opened only a few inches, just enough for the two of them to see each other; the instant Sasuke saw Sakura, his eyes narrowed, his glare icy.

“What the hell-” he began his threat, but Sakura interrupted, raising her hands higher.

“My computer is broken.”

“Fuck off-”

“I swear-!” Sakura stared with wide eyes at Sasuke. She took a step closer like she might crowd into his office. His cologne scent was stronger inside, and it washed out with every pass of a slowly rotating fan. Sasuke stared coldly at her, while Sakura’s eyes tried to drink in everything she could. Sasuke’s desk was covered with monitors and electronic equipment, a few heavy metal band posters on the wall, but it was the monitor that sat alone, to the left of Sasuke’s chair, that caught her eye. The screen was split into four, a static, black and white image showing in each quadrant, and she recognized the location in the top left hand corner instantly. Sakura inhaled a deep, throaty gasp.

On the screen, she could see a perfect view of her office, of the gym and women’s locker room, and of the parking garage. Sasuke wasn’t only watching her while she worked, but he knew when she arrived and left, and most gut-wrenching of all, he had been watching her change in the locker room all this time. He knew… what her naked body looked like.

How long had he been watching her, she wondered.

Sakura’s eyes slowly dragged over the stack of vintage and new camera equipment next to the monitor, and finally she looked at Sasuke again. Perhaps realizing what she’d seen, his lips slowly pursed together. He was considering her, deciding how much to reveal. After a few minutes, he’d made up his mind, and he slowly leaned aside, his door creaking open a little wider. It was almost like… he wanted her to see something more.

Sakura felt a chill slide down her spine as soon as she saw the wall behind Sasuke. Hundreds, maybe even thousands of bits of paper and photographs hung in a dizzying array, but as Sakura’s eyes raked from one piece of paper to the next, from photograph to photograph, the message became clear.

This was Sasuke’s obsession. What at first looked like an indecipherable mess and then a strange artistic display was actually a collection composed of everything Sakura. Notes she had written for Ino, too-cropped photographs of her body, of her face, and a sequence of photos of all of the panties that had been stolen. There were headshots of Sakura’s exes, red sharpie crossing out their face and black marking out their eyes and smiles. There were old chopsticks in bags, the lipstick stains making it easy to guess they were hers, and old muffin liners. In the center of it all hung a white board, numbers jotted down in crooked handwriting, discordant at first like the photographs until a pattern began to take form. Sakura’s phone number, her apartment number. Her bra size, her panty size, her dress size; the measurements from her head to her toes, boobs, waist, hips and all. How did he even know…?

The scariest part of it all was that Sasuke had this at work. Teal eyes snapped back to Sasuke, and slowly Sakura began to see the man before her for who he really was. Oh, she had never been in danger of tipping him over the edge: the man was unhinged from the start. Sakura should be running, yelling, screaming, but instead she just stood there, staring at Sasuke while her stomach did summersaults over itself.

“Sasuke…” Sakura slowly whispered, her eyes focusing only on the cold gaze that watched her. “My computer… it’s really broken. Will you come fix it?”

Sasuke snorted, the sound icy and derisive. He stepped more into the light of the hallway, his door opening further to reveal his wall of obsession better. “Do you have a screw loose?” he breathed out cruelly.

Sakura intertwined her fingers together. “You’re the only one…” she hushed after a moment. “Please… Sasuke.” Even just saying his name was getting hard as her desire threatened to choke her. Fuck, he was… so… so much more obsessed with her than she could have even hoped. He was seriously insane…

Sakura had never felt so damn special in her whole fucking life. When all of her other boyfriends had only ever grown tired of her, saying that underneath it all she was just like anyone else, here was Sasuke…

Sakura slowly stepped forward, closer, just over the threshold of his office until she was engulfed in the wonderful smell that was Sasuke. “Sasuke,” she breathed again as she grabbed at the hand that hung limp by his side. His hand was big, his palm icy compared to her hot one. She clenched both of her hands around his.

“Come,” she murmured breathlessly. “Please…”

Sasuke pulled his hand back, pushing Sakura away, but with a thrill down her spine, she watched him step out to follow a second later. He shut and locked his door, and then he stiffly jerked his head for Sakura to lead the way. She didn’t like not seeing him, but she heard him follow her, the sound and feeling familiar, like it was a memory older than even she knew. She stopped by the elevator and pressed the button, Sasuke absolutely silent behind her. In the elevator, he stood just behind her, his breathing heavy in the enclosed space.

“How long…?” Sakura hushed halfway up. She turned her head and peered over her shoulder. Sasuke just stared at her.

“Long enough,” was all he murmured. Sakura smiled after a moment, but Sasuke was stiff, unyielding. His expression was sour.

“You better not be fucking lying to me, Sakura,” was all he threatened just before the elevator doors opened again. Sakura inhaled deeply. She wasn’t, so she felt more confident in her safety than she knew she should. She once again led the way, and she watched Ino’s eyes go big and wide when she looked up to the sound of Sakura’s heels. She rose halfway but didn’t say a word, Sakura opening her office door and walking inside. Sasuke shut the door behind them, and Sakura exhaled shakily at the sound. At the edge of her desk, she stopped, waiting, and she shivered again when he brushed past right behind her. He sat down in Sakura’s chair and instantly tried to turn her computer on. For a moment, his eyebrows rose as he realized she hadn’t been lying, but his doubt didn’t wash completely away, either. He pushed back her chair and checked the cables under her desk, and then he stiffly sat back up again. His face was serious as he worked, and Sakura loved watching him. She wondered what faces he made when he was alone, watching her. She moved around her desk and settled down just beside her mousepad. Sasuke paused for only a split second before shifting his hand ever so slightly away, resuming his work like Sakura wasn’t invading his space.

After about five minutes, Sakura grabbed at the arm of her chair, and she leaned forward, well into Sasuke’s space, her tits on full display. His black eyes flicked over and away again, and Sakura wondered why he kept pretending… He was the one with the photos on his wall and the running security camera feed… “What’s wrong?” she asked.

Black eyes flicked over her chest and face again, a little slower this time, but Sasuke didn’t say a word. He suddenly bent down and started pulling cables out of the back of her computer, and Sakura spread her legs. Her mind ran rampant with sexual desire, and she wondered if he could smell it on her. As his long fringe parted to show off the nape of his neck, she reached down and stroked a finger over the knobs of his spine.

His hand snapped out and grabbed her wrist, and he hissed, “Let me work. Don’t you have coffee to drink or gossip to tell your assistant?”

Sakura huffed, and suddenly she was crouching down, crowding Sasuke. This was where she wanted to be. She wanted to pull his hand between her legs, to let him feel how wet she was, touch her-

“If you don’t back the fuck up, I’m gonna rape you,” hissed an angry, slightly unhinged voice. Sakura shivered out an audible, wild moan.

“Sasu-” Sakura grunted as she was suddenly pushed roughly back. Her ass hit the floor, and Sakura’s body instantly wanted to fight-or-flight, but beyond that, she wanted more. She wanted to be pushed down, ravaged, taken by this wild, angry man-

Sakura slowly bent her knees, and then she leaned forward, but before she could invade Sasuke’s space again or say a word, he was pulling out from under her desk and sitting up. He pressed her computer’s on button again, and as Sakura pulled herself up, her computer began to boot on.

“You fixed it!” she yelped in delight. She grabbed at Sasuke’s thigh without thinking, using it to help herself up, and then she turned to Sasuke with a beaming smile. It trembled and fell a little as soon as she saw the angry stare Sasuke gave her. His lips were tight and white, and for a moment, Sakura’s hand slipped up and her eyes snapped down.

Oh-

Sasuke grabbed Sakura’s wrist painfully tight to wrench her hand off of him, and Sakura whimpered out in pain. As Sasuke pulled the wrist he held almost to his lips, Sakura swore her heart stopped.

“I’ve warned you,” Sasuke muttered, and then he pressed Sakura’s wrist flat to his nose. For a moment, his eyes rolled back as he inhaled Sakura’s perfume and soap. A second later, Sasuke was crowding over Sakura, pushing her almost over her desk. “You keep playing this game, but I’m telling you to stop.”

“You’re the one-” with a wall dedicated to me in your office, Sakura wanted to say, but instead, her eyes caught on Sasuke’s lips, and she fell silent. Her wrist was aching in his grip, but his proximity and touch overrode it all. Sakura exhaled out a heated, shaky breath.

“Your computer is fixed,” Sasuke said suddenly as he pulled away. His face was stiff and professional again. Today, his shirt was too long to see if he had any reaction to Sakura, and Sakura almost reached out to find out, but Sasuke turned away too fast. Sakura followed as soon as he let her wrist go, but she fumbled in her boots, and just like that, Sasuke was gone. Sakura suddenly went weak in the knees, sinking down behind her desk.

“Fuck,” she whimpered, a quiet sob. What was… wrong with her? She clutched her wrist in her other hand, her fragile arm throbbing. There would be a bruise, but she welcomed it… Sakura slowly pulled herself up with her chair, melting into the heat left in the leather. Sasuke’s cologne lingered, and Sakura inhaled it sharply. She slowly put in her password, and then she gripped at her head. How was she supposed to work today?

An hour later, Sakura was up again, desperate to rid herself of this frustration she felt. It was sexual, but she could easily put it to her work. She headed to the COO’s office, and for a crazed moment, she stopped and flirted with his male assistant.

Her meeting with the COO lasted about forty-five minutes, and then she headed out, waving at the assistant before making her way to the elevators. Lunch was in thirty minutes, and Sakura really needed a work-out, so she wanted to grab her food now, eat while she finished up some work, and then start her lunch break with a trip to the gym.

The guy at the café counter was new, so Sakura introduced herself, smiling like she might at anyone else, not even thinking as she touched his hand to thank him, taking her chicken wrap. She hummed as she walked back to the elevator, checking her phone as she rode it up. The doors opened and Sakura looked up, smiling when she saw someone she recognized from marketing step on.

Just before the doors closed, a hand snapped between them, and suddenly Sasuke was there. Sakura’s alarms instantly raised, and it suddenly hit her how her actions over the last few hours might be interpreted by a crazed stalker who had just warned her not to push his buttons. Sakura pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and slowly chewed at the plump flesh, shivers rocketing up and down her skin. Oh, she felt sick to her stomach with the way her gut was doing flips, her heart racing. The marketing guy got off on the thirtieth floor, and the rest of the ride was almost painfully, air-robbingly silent. Sakura wanted to say something, but what when her mind was stuffed with the most vivid sexual fantasies? In the end, she stayed silent, getting off the elevator like she’d done this morning. Just before the doors closed, she looked back, and oh, Sasuke looked pissed.

I didn’t mean it how it looked, she texted him. Sasuke… Forgive me

Sakura stared at her phone as she slowly ate her wrap. She wanted to crawl out of her clothes. She kept shifting this way and that, crossing and uncrossing her legs. She was crazy for being this horny; it honestly did scare her…

Sakura was almost demure as she headed down to the gym thirty minutes later. She spoke to no one, staring only straight ahead. She couldn’t catch her breath properly as she slowly undressed in the locker room, knowing now that Sasuke could see her. The line between terrifying and hot was starting to get really blurry, and Sakura wondered if she wasn’t actually just so petrified that her brain was misunderstanding it.

She was so wrapped up that she forgot to put on her work-out underwear. She sank down on the weight bench and groaned when she realized it, but by now she just wanted to get to it. If she let her brain process while she worked her muscles, surely she’d feel more reasoned at the end. She stuffed in her headphones and minded no one else in the small gym.

By the time she got back to the locker room, she was alone again. She kept her headphones on as she gathered her clothes, almost… sad to find her little thong still tucked amidst her skirt and top where she’d packed it away. She grabbed her shower kit and headed to the biggest stall at the end with a wry sigh.

She was just pulling her headphones out when the door to the shower stall violently shook open behind her. Sakura’s eyes went wide as the moon, but before she could see anything beside a blur of an arm, her neck was suddenly in a painful vice grip and she was being thrust forward. She stumbled over her bare feet and barely caught herself before her face collided with the cold tile inside the shower, the hot water running turning instantly cold against Sakura’s skin.

“Plea-” she barely managed to beg before her tight work-out shorts were torn open, revealing her naked cunt in a flash. Sakura felt fear and panic well up, but then a solid mass pressed to her back, and something shifted in her brain as she heard a voice she knew so well breathe, “Shut up, whore. I fucking warned you, but you just had to… parade around.”

Sakura’s body flooded with heat, with want, and suddenly even the hand gripping around her neck brought pleasure beyond belief. Sakura sobbed, her eyes rolling back as a fat, hard cock was forced into her wet pussy. The shower water slapped against her back and soaked her sports bra, and Sakura melted as she was taken forcefully, but it wasn’t against her will, not when it was Sasuke.

“Sa-suke-!” she sobbed as she came, filthy whore that she was. The panic of the harsh sex knotted her stomach while her heart raced, threatening to beat out of her chest. She reached back and grabbed for anything she could, and Sasuke buried his face in her hair as he roared. Oh, he was coming unhinged… Did she feel… that good? Sakura’s lips warbled in a smile, and she whimpered, “Please…”

“You’re mine. You’re fucking mine,” Sasuke suddenly began, his voice low and crazed. “I won’t sit and watch you flirt with every man you meet anymore. I won’t stand by and watch it anymore. I’ll fuck you up; I’ll ruin you until all you have is me. This… is my obsession.” Nails scraped down Sakura’s chest between her tits, and it burned. Sakura howled brokenly, cumming again. Fuck, it was lewd how much she loved this.

“Sa… suke…” she whimpered as she went slowly limp. He was squeezing her throat, fucking her harder and harder as her pussy went tighter and tighter, and while part of her was panicking, desperate to get away, most of Sakura was… ecstatic. She grabbed at Sasuke’s fingers around her neck, gripping them tight, but even if she’d had the strength, she wouldn’t have pulled them off. She only lessened his grip enough to try to prevent a bruise. He was cruel and harsh, but Sakura didn’t… hate it.

When Sasuke finally came all over her ass and back, she sobbed, her knees knocking together. He let her slip down and sink to the bottom of the shower, water washing over her as he finally let go of her neck. Sakura sank forward.

All was silent for so long that Sakura was sure she was alone. She shivered in surprise when Sasuke spoke again a few minutes later.

“I warned you,” he hissed, but there was a tremble to his voice. Was it barely-contained rage or…? “You didn’t believe me, did you? What, did you think my obsession was cute and fun? Was it something for you to brag to your little friends about…? You thought I’d come running when-fucking-ever… if you called…” He was getting winded, maybe due to the sex or the thick, moist air.

Feet shuffled, and the crunch of a zipper shutting sounded.

“You should have reported me a long time ago, Sakura, but now you will, right? You’ll stop me. If you don’t, even I won’t know what I’ll do next time you send me flying off the handle…”

Fabric softly rustled, and hinges squeaked, and then Sasuke was… gone. The water was actually turning cold now, and Sakura was beginning to shiver. Tears streamed down her face, her neck aching. She gingerly touched it, and finally she looked back. Her clothes were mussed, and she knew right away that her panties were gone.

Sakura smiled, trembling and weak as she was. She sank against the tile, and she slowly washed herself, the cold seeping into her bones and wicking away all of Sasuke’s heat. By the time she pulled herself out of the shower and wrapped herself in her towel, she was shivering so hard, lips nearly blue, hands shaking, and she was sobbing so hard her chest ached. Sakura gathered her ruined work-out leggings and her sports bra, curling up her skirt and top in her dry hand. She wobbled slowly back to her locker, and finally she sank down. Her whole bottom region ached terribly, and she wondered if Sasuke had torn her; either way, her hips would be sore for a few days at least. She gratefully pulled out her fresh work-out panties and tugged them on, slowly redressing. She rubbed warmth back into her limbs, and slowly the shivering stopped. Finally, Sakura turned to look at herself in the small mirror inside her locker, gingerly touching at the red around her neck. She dug through her gym bag and managed to find a hoodie she’d stuffed in there for who knows what reason. It was enough, and it helped warm her, too. She fixed her hair, re-did her make-up. She shouldered her bag and headed out.

Sasuke wanted her… to report him? Did he really want her to stop him? Had he just meant it as a threat or did he scare… himself? Sakura mindlessly stroked at her achy neck. She was sure it would bruise, but she didn’t… mind. The only thing she really worried about was her voice; no, she could write it off as a cold.

Ino startled when Sakura passed her desk. “Wha-?!” she decried of the comfy sweater the other wore.

Sakura paused and laughed, testing her vocal chords. She grinned crookedly, sheepish. “I got distracted by a video on my phone and let the water go cold before I could shower. Just trying to warm up.”

“Well, your outfit wasn’t much help…” Ino slowly looked Sakura over as her boss smiled. “You okay?”

Sakura laughed again. “Fuck, I could use a cookie from downstairs,” she bemoaned. She smiled as she tilted her head back a little. Ino snorted as Sakura added, “It’ll make my work-out moot, though.”

Sakura waved and headed into her office, and then she sank down, exhaling deep and loud. She slowly pulled her legs up, and then she tugged herself to her desk. She mindlessly circled her finger across the screen of her phone for the rest of the day, her lips pulled into a small, wistful smile.

She wondered who was really the crazy one: the stalker or the girl who liked it a little too much.

-x-

Each day for the next week, Sakura came in to work sporting turtlenecks or scarves to hide her bruises and claiming a sore throat when her voice got a little rough. She did her job as she’d always done, minding her own business, going only where she needed to. Her phone was silent, and even more eerie was the fact that Sasuke seemingly disappeared. They had run into each other so much before, but now, Sakura didn’t even see glimpses of him. Well, he had all the tools he needed to avoid her, she realized, the same tools that had made running into her before so easy.

A deep ache settled in Sakura’s soul, and life grew painfully dull as her body slowly began to heal the marks Sasuke had left. Her heart throbbed at the thought of him, and sometimes Sakura’s lips would pull down in a sharp frown. One night, she even cried because not hearing from Sasuke was painful.

Did he assume she’d called the cops? Was he waiting every day to be arrested, to be marched down the hallways and paraded out like the criminal he was? Had he given up on Sakura? No, an obsession like his didn’t get fixed, and it didn’t go away. That was perhaps her only comfort, but it made her so damn sad to picture Sasuke thinking she had turned him in. Even so, she would use this silence, this week of staying away, to make him realize that he couldn’t keep away. No matter what he did, as long as he only grew more and more obsessed, Sakura would be pleased.

Ah, fuck, she even missed his cold and icy stares, the way he called her a whore. She kept replaying the rape over and over in her mind, and while the internet suggested that was trauma, Sakura felt only warmth from the memory. Sasuke’s hands on her had been everything, so much more than any of her exes’ touches ever had. She was just as broken as Sasuke was, then, which meant he was the only one for her.

Now, how did Sakura make the man hers, properly? Proposing dating straight out was completely out of the question; even acting too familiar might make Sasuke realize Sakura’s true intentions. No, Sakura had to keep letting Sasuke play his little game; after all, that was what was so exciting about this all in the first place, and Sakura doubted that Sasuke would like her showing her wild affections. He needed to think he was below her so that he never stopped chasing her like she was unattainable.

She just wanted them to both know without saying so… that they belonged to each other.

On Friday, Sakura was really starting to get restless from not seeing Sasuke, her motivation shriveling, which made her feel like everything else was falling behind. Around 1:30, having gone to the gym and her panties still being where she’d obnoxiously, obviously left them, Sakura decided she couldn’t sit still any longer. What was Sasuke thinking? Why was he ignoring her? It was clear that he was still watching her, but Sakura hated not seeing his face in return. She debated talking to the head of security and getting access to the cameras herself, making up some excuse about thinking there was a mouse in her office or whatever, but she doubted she was savvy enough to then get to a feed of Sasuke’s office or the IT department in general.

There were only a few things Sakura could do, then, which meant she had to go visit some people. Roaming around gave her the best chance to accidentally run into Sasuke, hoping he was busy with a job and couldn’t pay attention to where she was. She thought that, but she was still surprised when it worked.

Sakura rode down to the fifth floor and marched herself to the head of marketing’s office, her eyes peeled without making it look so obvious. She knocked and then pushed the man’s door open when she heard voices, two pairs of eyes lifting in surprise to Sakura’s face. She had to chew back her own delighted shock when her teal gaze melted on pitch black orbs. Sasuke sat behind the marketing head’s desk looking adorably irate, an expression Sakura had been missing, and the other man hovered behind him, obviously bothering Sasuke, obviously talking his ear off. He bustled around his desk now, though, and stepped up to Sakura.

“Haruno-san! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Sakura gave Sasuke the faintest smile even as she turned to the older man, affixing him with a stare. “You know why I’m here,” she called cheerily. The man laughed, hiding his nervousness.

“Well, Uchiha-kun here was just fixing up my computer because I’ve been having an issue with opening up certain files-” Was the man about to blame technical issues on his week-long delay? Sakura narrowed her eyes until she realized, no, he was skirting the topic entirely. “I was just telling Uchiha-kun here that he should get a girlfriend! Lots of pretty girls in this office, and that would help him with his sour expression.”

Sakura pressed her lips tightly together in shock, but the older man seemed quite proud of himself. From the corner of her eye, she watched Sasuke pointedly ignore the man, though he looked tense, hatred boiling just below the surface. While he might have lashed out if it was just Sakura, he kept himself professional and composed now. It made Sakura feel special, and she couldn’t help but hum warmly. Two pairs of eyes darted her way, and Sakura realized that maybe this was it. She turned back to the marketing director.

“He is far too handsome to be single,” Sakura chimed in agreement, the brightest smile on her plump lips. “But of course, it doesn’t matter if Uchiha-kun doesn’t like any of the girls in the office.”

“But he’s a catch!” roared the older man, obviously just excited because his topic was getting attention and he was keeping Sakura away from the real reason for her visit, not quite meaning what he was saying. Sakura covered her mouth to hide a small snort. Sasuke was leaning closer and closer to the computer he was working on like he wanted to crawl inside of it.

Adorable~

Sakura slowly, sensually parted her long fingers to speak again. “He certainly is. Any lady would be lucky to have a boyfriend like him~ I bet Uchiha-kun is the type who would be obsessed with his girlfriend.”

“As he should be!” huffed the head of marketing.

Sakura hummed in agreement. “If I were to receive such affections, I would feel quite honored…” Sakura tilted her head, staring at Sasuke from the corner of her eyes.

“You’re single, aren’t you, Haruno-san,” burst the older man, and Sakura actually blushed. It was a fairly forward and wild question for a man like him to ask; Sakura would normally call out such behavior, but this time, it served her purpose so she leaned into it.

“Very single. I guess I’m just waiting for the kind of guy I mentioned~”

“You would be the type to want your boyfriend to be obsessed with you,” the marketing director surmised, nodding like he knew Sakura like that. The corner of her lip twitched in irritation, but she kept smiling. “If Uchiha-kun wasn’t so far out of your league, I would say you two might be perfect for each other.”

Sakura’s demeanor suddenly went icy. She rose up straight. “What does that mean?” she asked coldly. The marketing head startled.

“I just mean, you’re too good for Uchiha-kun-!”

“Why? Are you saying I don’t deserve a man who would obsess over me, no matter our social standings or occupations?”

“N-no-!” The older man was just wondering how things had turned so sour. Sakura crossed her arms slowly.

“If I’m such a catch, I should be allowed to decide whoever I want to date, even if it’s ‘just an IT tech’.” Sakura’s tone was cold, and she wasn't even playing her little game anymore. She was righteously offended, and from the corner of her eye, she saw Sasuke go stiff, sitting up straight. He was listening to every word she said, and she wanted to turn and tell him she meant it, but she knew he was understanding her perfectly well. See, that’s what made him so perfect; thanks to his obsession, he knew her so well.

“Of course-!” stumbled the marketing director, but Sakura was pissed.

“I would be honored to date Sasuke, as I said,” she said quickly but loudly without leaving room for anyone but Sasuke to really catch on when she immediately reprimanded next, “Now I hope you haven’t been stalling me with the topic of who Uchiha-kun should date hoping to ignore the fact that I haven’t gotten any update on the project for a whole week.”

The head of marketing went stiff and pale, and from the corner of her eye, Sakura saw Sasuke’s lips pull into the barest, minute little smirk, even if his brows were still furrowed from her first comment. Get it, you idiot. I would marry you if you asked… Using only Sasuke’s first name was meant to show him that she was serious.

“Well, as you can see, I’ve had some technical issues-”

“All week? And you only decided to call someone to get it fixed today?”

“No, well, it’s not just me-”

“Please do not forget who I am,” threatened Sakura suddenly. “The COO views me very favorably, so don’t think for a minute that if you do not give me the results I need, that I won’t have him take your job and replace you with someone who will get it done. You have until the end of day, or else I suggest you pack up your office.”

The marketing director went red, blowing a fuse. “No matter who you are, you can’t just storm in here and demand whatever you want! These things take time! My team and I are working hard-!”

“You have until the end of the day,” Sakura reminded coldly, and then she walked out, the older man fuming after her for a moment until they heard Sasuke suddenly stand up and announce, “Your computer is fixed.”

The man stopped and spun back around, but Sasuke was already brushing past him. Sakura couldn’t help but smile as she made her way to the elevators, the sound of Sasuke following her making her heart flutter and her spine shiver with heat. At the last minute, she turned, and she headed down the hall towards Sasuke’s office instead. His steps faltered for only a second before he closed the distance.

Sakura only stopped when she was in front of his door, spinning around as she pressed her back to it. She stared at Sasuke, and he slowly unlocked his door, no choice but to let her in. Sakura boldly headed inside and then took a loud, deep inhale, filling her lungs with Sasuke’s scent. Her lower region reacted immediately, and as Sasuke stepped into his office, Sakura noticed his stiff walk. She grabbed at his shirt before he could move to sit behind his desk, and with no shame, she lifted it just enough to see. He was hard.

A tight hand gripped her wrist, though the hold wasn’t as tight as it had been a week ago, and Sakura smiled. Sasuke looked up sharply and stared at Sakura. After a long while, he said, “I kept waiting for the cops to come.” He sounded… disappointed? Did he dislike the idea of Sakura being just a little unhinged like him, too?

“Why would I?” Sakura finally breathed. Sasuke stared coldly, his lips twitching like she was an idiot, and yet, he didn’t pull his hand away; he didn’t push her out despite the fact that he could… so easily. The way he had taken her in the shower was proof enough that he was strong, stronger than Sakura.

“At the very least, you should work hard to stay away from me…” Sasuke muttered coldly.

Sakura slowly stepped closer. Ah, Sasuke was tall; she peered up at him with molten eyes. She pouted her plump lips, batting her lashes. “I’ve missed you, Sasuke,” she slowly exhaled, her tone heated. He looked like he might instantly deny it, but suddenly Sakura was pushing against his chest, her free hand slipping to cup his erection. Sasuke instantly grabbed the back of Sakura’s neck, tight enough to make her whine.

“What are you doing?” Sasuke breathed out, his voice so low and sexy, gravelly as he whispered against her ear. “Should I rape you again? Maybe you didn’t get it the first time…”

“And what didn’t I get?” Sakura hushed quietly back. Slowly, her eyes roamed around Sasuke’s office. His obsession was plastered all over the walls, so clear to see everywhere. Peering over her shoulder, Sakura gasped when she now saw what had been hidden behind his door before: gorgeous black and white portrait photos in black frames hung in a grid, and Sakura knew these were not security camera shots; no, these were photos taken on an actual camera, a good camera, of her. Sasuke would have had to be… so close to get these. Sakura’s eyes, her ear, her lips, her bosom and her ass. Her small waist and her hands… Sakura slowly rolled her head back, Sasuke’s hand on her neck her only support as she peered upside down at the wall behind her.

“I meant every word I said in that man’s office,” whispered Sakura quietly after a moment, Sasuke silent. It was quiet for a long time, in fact, and Sakura felt herself grow so warm, Sasuke twitching against her palm until she felt him lean closer, a hot exhale rushing across her collar bones and then, a cool nose pressing to Sakura’s throat. The hand at the back of her neck tightened.

“I should rape you again. No, I will rape you again if you pursue this,” he breathed, his voice low again. Sakura shivered. She slowly lifted her head, and Sasuke pulled back.

“Rape… is such a nasty word,” Sakura hushed. Sasuke’s eyes snapped just a fraction wider. His hand on her neck tightened, and then suddenly he spun them around, flipped her over, pushing her across his desk.

“You’re crazy,” he said, his voice turning cold like he was scolding her. “You’re crazy,” he repeated as he rucked her skirt roughly up. Sakura mewled, excitement sweltering and flushing hot through her. Sasuke tore at her panties and Sakura let him pull them off, her hips arching up. She was presenting, and Sasuke had a perfect view. He grabbed her ass and used his thumb to peel her pussy open, spreading her lips. “What a whore, you’re fucking soaked.”

“Sasuke,” Sakura begged. The crude crunch of a zipper sounded, making Sakura’s heart skip, and then a moment later, she was being invaded. Sasuke was hard and big and hot, and for all intents and purposes, this was no different than the time in the shower, and yet he seemed more… gentle. Sakura was given the time to feel every inch of him, to mold to his shape, while Sasuke seemed to just want to bury himself deep inside her, inside her guts, as far as he could go like he might just want to crawl inside her instead.

“Fuck, Sakura,” hissed Sasuke sharply as he slowly leaned over her, his body heavy. “I thought this last time, too, but fuck, you really are divine. To be expected… from such a high-class woman, right, so what are you playing at with dirt like me? Did you just want your pussy rubbed? Sick of dating good boys?”

“Sasuke,” hushed Sakura with all the love inside of her bursting out. “Fuck, Sasuke… You drive me crazy… You make me so horny. You’re crazy, crazy about me, but I love that-! Can’t I… love that? That my boyfriend is obsessed with me…?”

Sakura howled softly as her hair was gripped tight, scalp screaming. “You’re insane, more than me. You want a boyfriend who rapes you? Don’t tell me you think you can change me-!” Sasuke burst out a crazed laugh.

Sakura pushed her ass back and mewled, so horny, “No, baby, I don’t want to change a thing about you,” she promised.

“That makes you insane! Normal women don’t fall for their stalkers! They get scared, they call the cops, they… protect themselves-! I’ve already told you, even I don’t know what I’ll do! What if I hurt you; what if I… kill you?”

Sakura let herself melt into the desk as Sasuke leaned over her. He stuffed her wet panties under his nose, panting heavily as he sniffed at her horny scent. “You’re insane,” he kept saying, but the closer he got to cumming, the more his voice filled with the crazy love he felt. Perhaps it couldn’t be described as affection; Sasuke was, after all, actually insane, but Sakura felt warmth from him, and his big hands, though they were rough, held her like she was precious, like he didn’t want to hurt her but he couldn’t help himself sometimes.

“One day, you’ll make me so angry that I’ll snap,” he warned. “If I kill you… I’ll end myself. I can’t live without you, Sakura Haruno.”

Sakura shivered roughly as she came around the swell inside her. Sasuke felt… perfect, and Sakura felt a tear slip down. She had never felt like this before; she was madly, hopelessly in love with Sasuke Uchiha. “You can do… anything…” she whispered. “As long as I’m the only one, I’m all yours, Sasuke.”

Sasuke bowed his head as he came, and Sakura smiled because it was exactly like him to not even ask if he shouldn’t pull out. Yes, all of him was hers, and even if she wasn’t on the pill, she wouldn’t mind it.

Sasuke slowly pulled out, and then he sank down, staring as he stuffed four fingers inside Sakura’s open pussy. Sakura mewled, sinking against the cool top of Sasuke’s desk.

“You whore,” he called over and over, saying it every time she came with a gasp from his rough finger-fucking. “I’m not a good boyfriend, Sakura. I’m gonna do this anywhere, anytime now. I’m not going to stop watching you. I won’t stop taking photos or stealing your panties. I’m not boyfriend material; I’m a creepy stalker through and through.”

Sakura bowed her head, and then she smiled so wide her cheeks ached. “Perfect,” she whispered, emotional. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded. “This… is why I fell in love with you, after all.”

Sasuke paused for a split second, and then he slowly drew away, withdrawing his heat and touch. Sakura was exposed, and she whimpered. Footsteps sounded as Sasuke’s cum began to drip down her thighs, and then he was back. A sharp click rang out, the unmistakable sound of a camera lens shuttering, and then the whirl as a photo printed. Sasuke laid the Polaroid right by Sakura’s face, and then he took another, spreading Sakura’s lips again. She could hear his breath slowly growing rougher, and she loved that he was getting turned on by this. At some point, she even tried to pull her skirt shyly down, and Sasuke snapped two photos in a row, panting like a dog. He smacked her ass so hard she almost shouted, and then he took another. Slowly, the Polaroids by Sakura’s face developed, and she stared at herself in the crudest fashion, angles of herself even she had never seen. It made her leak.

Finally, Sasuke moved back around his desk, roughly setting his camera down before he harshly pulled a desk drawer open. He threw something at her, and when she sat up, she realized they were a brand new pair of boyfriend brief-style panties.

“Put those on,” he snapped as he watched her. “You can’t walk around commando.”

Sakura chuckled. “You mean you don’t want me to do that.”

Sasuke growled, a sharp and sudden sound. Sakura shivered, and she slowly worked the undies up, shaking her hips and ass as she pulled the cotton over. Next, she fixed her skirt, and then she slowly wiped under her eyes where her mascara had smeared a little. She used her phone camera to fix her make-up, Sasuke just watching her the whole time like he kept waiting for her to say she’d had enough of his abuse, he needed to leave her alone. Instead, she smacked her lips and hummed, “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

Black orbs met Sakura’s teal, and she smiled, so incredibly fond of this man. He frowned sharply, but his stare held a hint of hope in it now, even if it was still cold and disgusted and… obsessed. Sasuke knew what Sakura was asking him.

“I’m always around,” he slowly breathed. He was still holding Sakura’s panties, and for a moment, she wanted to ask what he did with them, but instead she just smiled.

“I have work to do,” she sighed forlornly as she headed out. Halfway down the hall, she smiled so wide her cheeks ached again. In the elevator, she stared up at the camera, knowing that Sasuke was watching her. Her pussy still felt creamy with his cum, and everything inside Sakura was warm, so warm.

Sakura felt like a giddy teen; she had a boyfriend, and he was perfect!

Sakura sank into her office chair, and for a few minutes, she stroked at her neck, tracing all the places Sasuke had touched her or breathed on her. His scent clung to her, too. She pressed a hand between her thighs as her skirt rode up, and she leaned back, exhaling heatedly. She stared up at the camera on her ceiling again, and then she slowly unbuttoned her top, one, two, until her tits threatened to spill out. She fanned her hot chest.

She beamed when her phone buzzed.

Put those away, you whore.

Don’t you dare let anyone but me see your body.

Sakura giggled. She blew a kiss up and then fixed her top. She’d be a good girl for her man; besides, he was the only one she wanted to see all these things, too.

Sasuke texted Sakura every time she made a move, and at the end of the day, he was there at the back of the elevator when she stepped on it. As the crowds inside grew, the two were separated, but Sasuke’s eyes were always on her, and she heard him follow her to her car. She turned with a smile just before she settled into her seat.

“Do you want to get in?” she teased. Sasuke frowned sharply at her from the shadows.

“I have work to do.” Oh, had he not been able to finish what he needed to during the day? Sakura giggled, and then her chest swelled with desire when Sasuke breathed out like a threat, “I know where you live, Sakura.”

Sakura exhaled. “Perfect,” she whispered. “So I’ll see you later, then?” she hummed like they were discussing getting dinner like a normal couple might, but they weren’t. They were so far from a normal couple, and it made Sakura smile when Sasuke huffed sharply.

“Go home,” he ordered. Sakura smiled, and then she slipped into her car.

You should lock your door, Sasuke texted when Sakura got home, and it filled her with the warmth he didn’t intend to know he was watching her building’s security cameras. Maybe she should get some installed inside her home for him to access, too. The thought made Sakura so hot she had to masturbate before she could sleep.

Good night, Sasuke.

Thanks for today <3

-x-

The weekend was painfully boring. Sakura went outside as much as she could, for a run, for grocery shopping, for dinner with her mom, and each time, Sasuke texted her. Where are you going? Who were you with? He was adorably demanding, so Sakura sent him photos of herself and everything she did.

By the time Monday rolled back around, Sakura was violently missing Sasuke. She parked her car and strode into work, her eyes roaming hungrily around. He was there, standing beside the elevators and cast in shadows like he was waiting just for her. His dark eyes seemed to burrow right into her soul, his lips pulled sharp and tight. When he slipped behind her and pushed her forcefully into the empty elevator, she smiled widely. He pressed her to the back wall, his face stuffing into her neck as soon as the doors closed. He grabbed at the crotch of her pants, growling at the lack of access as another hand stuffed into her bra. He ground against her ass, breathing heavy.

“Fuck, you smell so good,” he growled like a threat. Sakura shivered, her head tilting to the side as she grabbed at his arm and the hand over her cunt. She rocked her hips, mewling, panting.

“Sasuke… I missed you,” she whined. “You didn’t come.”

Sasuke growled low and long. He pressed her flat against the wall, locking her in place so she couldn’t move. He nuzzled behind her ear, and then he nudged her collar aside before biting sharply down, enough to leave a mark. It was like he was reminding her to behave, to remember who he was. Sakura howled, her knees buckling. A moment later, Sasuke was pulling away, a second before the elevator lighted on her floor. Sakura pulled herself back up on shaky legs and fixed her collar, her lips bursting into a giddy smile as she stepped off, one last glance tossed over her shoulder at the man of her dreams. Her gut was glowing warm with pride as Sasuke stared after her, his expression dark and brooding like he had wanted to do so much more to her.

Ah, Sakura was obsessed. She smiled at Ino as she headed into her office, her head stuffed with Sasuke. She wanted to drive him wild again… She tried teasing him some more, tugging her top open, pulling her hair back to show off the bite, winking up at the camera. Still, he was quiet, and by the time lunchtime rolled around, Sakura was lost in daydreams about him violently taking advantage of her again.

“I’m headed to the gym,” she told Ino as she hurriedly waved over her shoulder; her heart was racing at the thought of seeing Sasuke again soon. She debated stopping by the fifth floor to see him, but she much preferred it when he obsessively chased her, certain that he would follow her to the gym. To Sakura’s great disappointment, however, Sasuke wasn’t anywhere in sight as she got off on the second floor, and she pouted sharply as she made her way into the locker room alone. She dressed in her work-out clothes, stuffing her panties down into her gym bag, and then she worked out until she had sweat dripping from every part of her. The whole time, she didn’t even see a hint of Sasuke, and she returned to the locker room, still pouting.

When she opened her gym bag, however, her lips burst up into a smile even as her hands trembled: her panties were gone. Sakura grabbed her phone to scold Sasuke, to tell him her pussy was better, he should have taken it, only to find a text and a picture waiting for her.

The picture showed Sasuke’s hand and hard cock, her panties wrapped around both as he masturbated with it. It was the first time she’d gotten a good look at him, and fuck, he really was big, wasn’t he? Sakura swallowed as her pussy began to clench on air and leak, and then she read Sasuke’s text.

I should be inside you instead…

“Yes, you should-!” Sakura gasped into the warm air. A moment later, she peeled out of her clothes, and then she took and sent a photo of herself in reply, her fat tits on display and her hands stuffed between her thighs like she was spreading herself open for him.

It’s like you want me to rape you again…

Sakura huffed, but her reply was coy. Do you like it better when I pretend to hate it?

Don’t blame me for what I’ll do to you when you talk to me that way. he threatened, and Sakura keened loudly.

“Fuck, Sasuke,” she begged. She was aching badly now, but she had to get back to her desk. “Fuck,” she cursed again on a whine. She showered and re-dressed, sans panties, and then she fitfully made her way out to the elevators.

She stepped inside, mumbling as she turned to reach for the buttons, but she froze with her arm out. A tight hand fisted around her wrist and wrenched her arm back while Sasuke pushed her against the wall with his other, Sakura howling as her pussy gushed.

“Why the hell do you always rile me up like this?” breathed Sasuke, and Sakura whined, her hips rolling back. A hand stuffed into her pants, and long fingers spread her lips apart, delving into the slick she was producing. “Fucking hell,” Sasuke cursed. Sakura was so turned on.

“Sa-suke- Someone could- come in-!” gasped Sakura. Sasuke growled, and this time he bit into and tugged her collar sharply back, biting hard into her skin. Sakura howled brokenly as three long fingers invaded her hole at the same time. She was going crazy; she wanted more, but she was also freaking out. If they got caught, people would misunderstand-!

“Sa-!” Sakura’s voice rang high, but a minute later, she was cumming hard. She sobbed, sinking forward. Sasuke slowly pulled his soaked hand out, and Sakura watched in the elevator’s reflective surface as he licked his fingers and palm clean. His eyes stared cruelly at her, and Sakura couldn’t stop her lips from trembling up into a tiny smile. Sasuke backed off just enough to let Sakura slowly fix her slacks and top as she turned around, leaning heavy against the elevator wall. She stared up at Sasuke staring at her.

“Do you want to… eat lunch with me?” she breathed out, her heart hammering so hopefully.

“Are you serious?” snapped Sasuke, though. Sakura frowned, her eyes drifting down.

“Oka-” she began sadly, but suddenly a hand grabbed her jaw.

“You don’t even know… half of the things I want to do with you,” Sasuke breathed out, his voice low and rough. Sakura shivered, her eyelashes fluttering as heat sweltered up again. She grabbed Sasuke’s other hand and pulled it to her hip as she jutted it out.

“Do them,” she hushed. “Do them all.

I mean it. I mean the things I say,” she said before Sasuke could reject her and say she didn’t know what she was saying. The thing was, she probably didn’t, but it didn’t matter. What she truly wanted was for Sasuke to do anything and everything to her; that was her fantasy. “Just because I’m your girlfriend… don’t go soft on me, Sasuke Uchiha.”

Sasuke growled, the sound rumbling against Sakura’s chest. She mewled. She wanted to say more, but suddenly Sasuke was sharply pulling back, and Sakura had to get off the elevator again. She peered back over her shoulder, pouting softly.

“See you later?” she whispered. She didn’t hear his response, if he even gave one. She walked with a pout back to her office, stepping inside with a sigh. She dropped her gym bag and was about to throw herself into her chair when she spotted something. Her desk drawer was slightly ajar, something peeking out. She grabbed at it and yanked the thing open, yelling when the stuff inside the drawer nearly fell out and scattered. She grabbed at the small, stiff rectangles poking out before realizing they were Polaroid pictures. With a start, Sakura realized that the photo Sasuke had sent her on her phone was only part of a whole collection. Next, it dawned on her that Sasuke had been sitting in her very chair every time he’d jacked off using her undies. Indeed, she could smell him in the leather now; she turned her face into it and inhaled deeply. Sinking down, she slowly flipped through each photo, staring at a big hand, a handsome cock, her panties, ruined.

In the bottom of the pile was a single Polaroid not like the rest, and Sakura’s eyes went wide as she lifted it up. Sasuke had set his Polaroid down on her desk with a timer, and he stood in front of her windows, his hands holding his baggy shirt up. He was wearing her panties, his cock looking almost ludicrous with the way it threatened to snap out of the top. They were clearly wet with her spill and his, and yet he had tugged them on. Sakura slowly turned the photo over like she might find more there, and indeed she did. In sharpie, Sasuke had written, I’ll be borrowing these.

Sakura flushed red hot, her foot kicking out and knocking against her trash can. Her eyes darted down, and she exhaled in disbelief. There, wadded up in a ball, were what had to be Sasuke’s old boxer briefs. Sakura bent down and picked them gingerly up, and she spied the evidence of Sasuke’s orgasm, wiped up and tossed away with his underwear. Sakura burned red hot. That meant that, in the elevator, Sasuke had been wearing her panties-! He was wearing them right now! Sakura almost jumped to her feet, ready to rush down and barge into the man’s office when she heard Ino’s voice call that she was back. Sakura, with cherry red cheeks, hurriedly stuffed the Polaroids into her gym bag along with Sasuke’s ruined underwear, shutting it a moment before Ino poked her head in. Sakura burned red hot, and she covered her cheeks as she gave her secretary a wobbly smile.

“Welcome back,” she muttered. Ino grinned before disappearing again.

Sakura instantly lunged for her phone, ready to tell Sasuke she had found the photos when she realized he was probably watching it all right now, seeing her reaction live. Sakura slowly pressed her phone to her face.

“Fuck. I love you so much, Sasuke,” she whispered, her whole body trembling.

More, more, more; she wanted so much more-!

It just wasn’t ever going to be enough…

Sakura’s work for the rest of the day was thrown asunder, though she did finally get an update from the marketing manager, meaning she wouldn’t have to go to the COO about firing his ass. She sighed as she shut off her computer at 5:35, feeling accomplished enough for a Monday. Ino was already gone, so Sakura trudged to the elevator alone. She melted against the wall, shutting her eyes as she let the elevator car carry her down. It took everything in her to pull herself up when she reached the first floor. She hadn’t seen Sasuke again since lunch, and it left Sakura craving him again. She headed home and picked up a sad, drive-through dinner, sighing as she stepped into her quiet apartment. She wondered if she’d ever get to experience coming home to Sasuke; what would their relationship look like in five years, ten years…? She didn’t care if it wasn’t normal, she knew what she’d signed up for, but if Sasuke could just… be there sometimes when she got home, waiting for her in her room, under the covers, in the dark on her couch… She hated that he couldn’t watch her here like he could at work; it made her feel so disconnected.

With a sigh, Sakura took her gym bag to her laundry room to wash her things, spilling everything out atop her dryer. Something unfamiliar caught her eyes, and Sakura froze a moment before her lips pulled up with the widest grin. Oh, Sasuke’s underwear and the Polaroids. Sakura carefully picked up and tossed the former in with her gym clothes, starting her washer, and the Polaroids she took to her room. She stashed them in her bedside drawer for safe-keeping and late night viewing. Stalking back to the kitchen, she ate her dinner with a glass of wine and an undying little smile on her lips. She switched her laundry to the dryer on her way back to her bedroom. There, she peeled her clothes off and then slipped into a hot bath, reading and soaking until she felt worn down enough to sleep. She pulled out an old, soft tee to wear to bed, her tits looking ludicrous in the cropped top, and from her dryer, she pulled the warm boxer briefs, an excited shiver melting down her spine as she tugged the little shorts on. She crawled into her bed feeling a little closer to Sasuke, and she dreamed of Sasuke, of those many things he wanted to do to her…

-x-

Sakura hurriedly tugged on her ankle boots as she nearly stumbled out of her apartment. She’d been having a crazy sex dream about Sasuke, and she’d slept through her alarm! She’d never been late to work before, and to think it was because she was fucking in her dreams like some horny teen again… As she tried to bustle out the door, she almost tripped over an obstruction sitting on her doormat, Sakura yelping in surprise. She spun around, and then she instantly flushed beet red.

A small, flat box wrapped in shiny red paper sat innocently enough in front of her door until Sakura took a closer look, recognizing the name of the shop the gift had come from printed on the ribbon wrapping up the box. Sakura grabbed it up with an excited yelp, and then she hugged the box tight to her chest, peering around. She couldn’t recall ordering any lingerie or panties, though she had been looking through their selection last week, which could only mean one thing. Sakura rushed down to the parking garage with her heart racing in her chest, and then she sank into her car, the package on her lap. She wildly tore it open, and then she flushed hot like lava.

Sasuke had bought her lingerie and delivered it to her door. It was almost like he somehow knew she was having kinky dreams about him, which made Sakura’s cunt ache all the more.

Wear this for me, read the note inside, signed only with ‘S.’ Sakura shivered, exhaling heat as she slowly lifted up the black lingerie inside. It wasn’t something she could really wear under her clothes, so what did Sasuke mean? Sakura shivered at the implications as she stared at the sexy babydoll top and tiny panties with a bow on the ass. Underneath it all lay a faux leather corset, and this, at least, Sakura could put on now. She pulled it on over her crimson blouse, the fabric looping over her arms and cutting under her fat tits. She tied the corset up as tight as she could, thinking she’d ask Sasuke to tighten it more later as she stared up at her reflection in her rear view mirror. It was the perfect cross between scandalous and fine to wear to work, though Sakura thought it might only be risqué to her and Sasuke.

She fingered at the faux leather as she drove to work, occasionally glancing at the rest of the gift laying on her passenger seat. When did he want her to wear it? After closing the lingerie box, Sakura headed inside and up to her office, pouting a little that no one was there to greet her, but, well, she was late and Sasuke was probably already working…

“You’re late!” Ino cried in disbelief before looking Sakura up and down. “Okay~” she chimed after looking over Sakura’s outfit, nodding in approval. Sakura smiled crookedly at her secretary.

“I overslept,” she bemoaned. “I had a crazy dream…”

“Don’t tell me-!” begged Ino before gushing, “Who did you have sex with in your dream?!”

Sakura laughed, and for a moment, she considered telling. What would Ino’s reaction be? Oh, she was curious… Sakura shifted on her feet. “You know that guy… from IT who’s fixed my computer a few times…?”

Ino’s mouth fell completely open. “No… way-!” she rushed in breathless disbelief. “Oh, an office romance… That would be…

“Scandalous,” she hushed while Sakura whispered, “Hot.”

Ino’s eyes flew wide. After a moment, she snorted in disbelief. “Oh my gosh, girly, get it,” she said, waving her hands to silent music. Sakura let out a soft laugh; she really wanted to say that she already was and that it was far more scandalous than Ino could even imagine. She refrained, though, pretending like she didn’t have the biggest secret in the whole world as she simply asked if she had any meetings or calls.

Sakura finally stepped into her office, exhaling wearily from the rush to get there, but as soon as she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket, she was smiling again. She pulled her cell out just as something on her desk caught her eye.

You’re late…

Nice outfit…

Sakura laughed before she looked back up and moved over to her desk. Flowers, too? Sasuke didn’t seem the type, but Sakura wouldn’t put anything past this wild man. She cradled the bouquet and was about to thank Sasuke for his gifts when an icy text came next.

What are you holding?

Sakura’s smile faltered. For a minimal moment, she read coy into the text, but no, Sasuke wasn’t that type at all. His mood became crystal clear when another text rushed in.

Who the hell got you flowers??

You’re my girl.

Sakura yelped aloud as heat burst through her like a dam had just broken. She searched for a card before tossing the flowers away, and to distract Sasuke, she begged, When should I wear the rest of your gift?

u decide, came the very uncharacteristic text, and something spurred Sakura to her feet in a panic. She was rushing for the door when her work phone suddenly rang, and Sakura froze, torn. She slowly turned back, and then she lifted the phone from its cradle.

“Hello?”

“Haruno-san?” called a familiar voice. Sakura slowly sank back into her chair even as her eyes darted from the flowers in her trash to her door. Still, the client for the project she was working on was calling, so Sakura had no choice but to stay where she was.

The call ended up lasting more than an hour, and by then, Sakura knew she really needed to focus on work. She worried about Sasuke, about what he was doing as he remained silent, but she couldn’t worry about him right now.

In the end, she spent her whole day in her office, and she even worked overtime. She melted into her desk when she was finally done, and she felt like crying. She hadn’t seen Sasuke all day-! Sakura pulled her phone to her face. Was he still here? A stutter affected her heartbeat.

Sakura tugged herself up to her feet, thinking it wouldn’t hurt to check. She left her briefcase and purse in her office as she swiftly made her way to the elevators. She begged Sasuke to still be working even if she didn’t want him working too hard, either; she wanted to see him. She rode the elevator down to the fifth floor and disembarked silently, peering around. The floor was only half-lit, eerie, and Sakura shivered as she made her way down a dimly lighted hallway. She stopped in front of Sasuke’s door and stared at his name plate, debating on knocking for a few seconds before she simply grabbed at the handle and pushed it down. To her surprise, the door opened, and she burst inside the small office, Sasuke’s name on her lips. Sasuke, though, wasn’t there; Sakura’s eyes went wide as she slowly turned around and examined the room, but it was definitely empty. Everything was the same as the last time she’d been here, too, from the wall of photos and trinkets, to Sasuke’s beautiful gallery display of Sakura’s best features. Most of all, the whole office smelled thickly of Sasuke’s cologne; only the man himself was missing.

If his door was unlocked, he was surely nearby. Was he in the bathroom? Working on a ticket? Sakura stepped over to Sasuke’s desk and slowly sank into his chair. She frowned when she realized the leather was cool; how long had he been gone, leaving all of this incriminating evidence so easily accessible? She looked around again as she gripped at the worn arm rests. This office was like a shrine to her, and Sakura suddenly disliked the idea of anyone else finding this haven. She would have assumed Sasuke felt the same way, but really, what did she actually know about him…? Sakura rubbed at the worn arm rests again, glancing down.

How many years had Sasuke used this chair? Come to think of it, Sakura didn’t even know how long Sasuke had been working here… All she really knew was that he was wildly, insanely obsessed with her. She peered over the monitors on his desk at the gallery wall of photos in perfect view, and she smiled as she melted into the chair. Sasuke sat here every day and stared at these photos, at Sakura in black and white. Sakura’s head lolled to the left, and she smiled at the monitor that showed the feed of her four most visited locations at work. Sakura was Sasuke’s girl, and yet he was still watching her like this, still obsessed.

As Sakura waited, her mind whirled, and slowly her eyes began to go wide. Sasuke probably had these feeds constantly running, which meant that he could likely rewind back and find out exactly who had left those damn flowers for her. In fact, the longer Sakura stared, the more she realized that her office feed was in fact a paused still. There was a dark figure on the screen, holding a bundle of flowers. Sakura shot up and peered closer, but she couldn’t make a thing out. Still, it made her blood run cold.

She nearly screamed when the door suddenly burst open, and Sasuke’s eyes instantly locked on hers. He stepped inside and shut the door swiftly behind him, and then he stared at Sakura, his stiff anger melting to a familiar, cold, obsessive stare. Sakura slowly rose to her feet.

“Sasuke… about the flowers…”

“It’s nothing to worry about,” Sasuke interrupted, but his tone was icy. Sakura swallowed harshly.

“What did you do?”

“Nothing,” Sasuke insisted sharply. Sakura’s hands trembled, and slowly, Sasuke approached, sensing that he needed to be more convincing; he grabbed at Sakura’s hands, leaning over her. She tumbled backwards into his chair, the thing rolling back a little as Sasuke crowded closer. Sakura yelped as he suddenly grabbed at the arms of the chair, forearms flexing for a moment, but then he sank down to his knees.

“Don’t worry,” he quietly but stiffly commanded as he pulled Sakura’s hands to his face. “You’re my girl,” he muttered like he’d said it to himself a million times today already, entranced.

“Sasuke…” whispered Sakura because she knew how unhinged this man could get, worry consuming her. What if he had hurt-?

“I didn’t do anything that can’t be mended…” Sasuke murmured darkly, and then he pressed his face into Sakura’s lap, hugging her arms around his head as he buried his face in her crotch. The statement left a lot up to interpretation, but Sakura supposed she had no real power to change anything, especially if it had already been done. Her stomach warbled at the idea of Sasuke hurting someone because they got too close or too friendly with her. His jealousy knew no bounds, just like the rest of his feelings for Sakura. She had known that from the start, she mused slowly; it was why she adored him so fiercely.

“You’re mine,” Sasuke exhaled, his tone possessive, dark, filling Sakura with so much love.

“I am-!” she promised insistently. Sasuke was slowly rucking her skirt up high as if he had to reclaim her, and Sakura smiled wide, cheeks aching.

“Mine, mine,” Sasuke chanted as he began to mark up her thighs. The further he got, the harder he marked her. He began to bite into her skin, and Sakura rushed with waves of heat, shaking as she clung desperately to the very man that was hurting her, but it didn’t matter as the mantra of, “Mine. Mine. My girl,” filled her head.

“Sasuke,” she begged as she clawed at his shoulders, at his back, tugging up his shirt. She wanted him, needed him pressed against her, skin-to-skin. The idea of doing it here, in his office, in the shrine he had built for Sakura made her moan. He got her skirt up over her hips and then he pulled her blouse open, tugging her tits out of her bra. He suckled at her nipples, making them hard while his fingers creamed through the slick collecting in her panties.

“You’re always so wet,” he grumbled, his voice so sexy. Sakura mewled, parting her legs wider. Suddenly, Sasuke hefted her thighs over his shoulders, and Sakura whined because now he would have to keep his shirt on. He ignored her anyways, leaving wet trails from her tits down to her cunt as he slipped four fingers inside her pussy and began to suckle harshly on her clit. Sakura’s head tossed back, and she howled brokenly.

“Be loud,” he ordered, his hot breath washing over her wet, sensitive nub. Sakura whimpered, and when he attacked her clit again, she screamed. She grabbed fistfuls of his black hair, and she pulled Sasuke closer even as he punished her for being so demanding. She came with a particularly hard ass smack, and Sasuke growled wildly.

Suddenly he was pulling the girl up and pushing her over his desk, holding her down even as he rummaged around. Something heavy was set down in front of Sakura’s face, and Sasuke demanded, “Don’t take your eyes off of it for one second.” Sakura cracked open her caked-up lids, eyes wet and vision a little bleary. A camera sat in front of her, and just in the corner of her eye, she could see the live feed from it reflected on a monitor. She saw and felt Sasuke tear her panties off and stuff them to his nose, listening as he one-handedly unzipped his worn jeans, and finally, when his long shirt got in the way, he whipped it off. Sakura’s head snapped back, nearly drooling as Sasuke’s muscles and abs rippled, but as soon as he noticed, he barked at her, smacking her ass in anger. Sakura howled as Sasuke reminded her she had to watch the camera.

“Gonna watch this on nights when I can’t have you.”

Sakura sobbed; she wanted Sasuke to have her every night. She loved the idea of him wanting to film her and keep this memory, but she wanted him to crave the real thing so badly that nothing would stop him from getting it. As if Sasuke could read her mind, he chuckled low. He pressed at her neck to keep her head down, and then he turned to watch the monitor as he stuffed his cock right in. Sakura’s eyes went wide and her mouth fell open, and at the last second, she recalled him telling her to be loud, so she shouted out a broken howl of pleasure.

“You know,” Sasuke began, panties stuffed to his nose and his hips pounding hard as he held Sakura down, as he used her, “I’ve thought this a few times now… but sometimes I really do think you’re just as obsessed with me as I am with you.”

“It’s… different…” hushed Sakura, and Sasuke grunted in agreement, laughing sharply. “You’re… obsessed with me… but I’m… in love with you.”

Sasuke let out a cruel laugh. “And here I thought you were smart,” he commented derisively. Sakura mewled, tears falling as she was pummeled hard. Sasuke was so big, stretching her open, and it hit her so deep with every thrust, his hips punishing and cruel, and yet, Sakura was close to cumming. Another smack to her ass sent her over the edge, and she screamed as she gushed around Sasuke’s shaft. He grunted stiffly as he sucked at her panties stuffed in his mouth, pleased. Sakura tried to peer up at him from the corner of her eye, falling all the more madly in love as she watched him work so hard, muscles tight, his face utterly concentrated and eyes staring coldly at the way her pussy swallowed him whole. A rumble vibrated out of his chest, and it was so easy to tell he was enjoying this immensely. Sakura mewled sweetly, her pussy trembling and tightening around him. When Sasuke looked up again, he reprimanded her harshly, grabbing her hair to pull her head up and leaving her no choice but to stare at the camera. She began to drool all over Sasuke’s desk as her jaw was forced to hang slack, and he grunted again, grinning ferally.

Slowly, Sasuke leaned down over Sakura, still holding her head up but also grabbing her under her belly. She sobbed when he pressed at where he was pounding into her, her stomach turning over as if he was skewering her. Sakura’s eyes rolled up as she drooled and moaned helplessly. It was so, so good.

“Look around you, Sakura,” husked a deep voice, the stuff of wet dreams, to Sakura’s ear. “I’ve built a fucking altar to you. Do you think that’s normal?”

Sakura minutely shook her head even as she mewled sweetly. She closed her eyes and then opened them again when he hissed. He grabbed her jaw instead of her hair and bit out commandingly, “Watch! I want to capture this look on your face when you get fucked by your stalker like the dirty little whore you are,” he said, but then he nuzzled to her neck like he didn’t mean it, like he thought so much more of her. He did, of course; the proof was right in front of Sakura as she stared at the beautiful collage wall of photos. It must have taken… a long time to build it, getting every shot and getting it perfect. Sasuke… revered Sakura; he worshiped her. He thought the whole world of her and nothing of the whole world itself. Sasuke grunted as he began to grind deep inside, seeking his end as his cock pulsed.

“Do you really… love me? I’m not right in the head, Sakura. All there is inside my head is you. Sometimes I want to hurt you. Sometimes I want to rip you open and crawl inside you. Sometimes I want to…” Sasuke’s voice trailed off, and finally, quietly, he murmured, “I can’t love you like you deserve. I don’t deserve you at all… There will always be others, but Sakura… you’re mine.”

Sasuke was spiraling as he neared his climax. It was like he was unraveling, and it was almost beautiful to behold. Sakura gasped and then grasped at Sasuke’s big, rough hands. She tugged one down to her neck so she could turn her face, the other pressing deeper into her belly where she could feel him. His hand flexed around her neck and tightened, and Sakura inhaled a shallow breath of air, her gut already curling with pleasure.

“I am yours,” she rushed in a squeaky voice. “Don’t want be… anyone else’s. Just yours,” she rasped. Sasuke squeezed down tighter around her windpipe, and Sakura came again, her eyelids fluttering, her hips quaking. Sasuke grunted sharply as he felt her gush, so close but holding on. “Sasu…ke…” hushed Sakura just before her vision went dark, and she felt it, heat flooding into her as Sasuke came just as she went tight from lack of air. Sasuke groaned, the sound so attractive though Sakura barely heard it; Sasuke barely even noticed Sakura go limp, not that it mattered to him when he was so lost in her. He fucked her hard and rough, stuffing her full, and only once he came down from his high did he realize Sakura had passed out. He let go of her throat and shook her back, and Sakura gasped rawly. Her throat ached but her belly was warm and full, and she smiled in a daze up at Sasuke. He was still inside her, still moving slowly like he couldn’t stop, staring as if in a trance at the way she swallowed him, at the way her ass shook with every thrust.

“Sasuke… come… home,” Sakura squeezed out, staring desperately up at the man she loved. She peered up at him from the corner of her eye until he suddenly flipped her to her back. She watched as he took her spilling slick and smeared it all over his chest, over his lips, licking it off his fingers. He look crazed, half-mad like he not only wanted to be inside her but he wanted her inside him, too. It was like every inch, every molecule that was Sakura had to be his, inside him, all around him, the very air he breathed. Sakura slowly reached up with shaky arms and grabbed Sasuke’s face. Black eyes flickered over her body and face like static, like Sasuke couldn’t properly focus. Sakura stared at his lips, coated in saliva and her slick, and she let out a tiny whine.

“Sasuke… please.” More, more, ruin me more. Sakura wanted to wake up to Sasuke’s cum dripping down her thighs, unable to know what he’d done to her in her sleep but feeling the ache of it. She wanted to be in his arms, to hold him, to be pressed against him all night. She wanted… his kisses and his obsession, and she wanted him… in her home, spilling into her life, invading every space she had.

As if he could sense her spiraling thoughts, Sasuke suddenly pulled out, tugging Sakura’s skirt down. He forced her thighs together and then grabbed her hand to swiftly sit her up. Sakura gasped as she felt things gush inside and out of her, her hands fluttering over her crotch even as her eyes flickered up to his. Sasuke was hurriedly fixing her blouse and her hair before stuffing himself back in his jeans and pulling on his own shirt again. He still looked crazed, but a part of him was growing cold, his eyes shifting back to their usual, icy stare.

Silently, he pulled Sakura to her feet, kicking her boots back to her, and they both stared for a moment at her panties laid on his desk, her drool collected on the surface, and her slick streaked here and there. There was even a mark from her boobs that was slowly fading away. Sasuke was silent, cold, but Sakura smiled, bending carefully down and blowing a kiss to the camera that was still recording. She pressed her thighs together as she straightened back up, but it seemed like Sasuke was becoming too aware of what it meant, her in his office, Sakura too comfortable. With a growl, he pushed her out of his office, and as Sakura stumbled out, she grabbed at his hand, interlacing their fingers. Sasuke let her be for a short moment until he pulled away and grabbed her by the back of her neck instead, Sakura mewling in surprise as she tried to match his long stride while not spilling a drop of his cum. He marched her to the elevator in silence.

“My stuff… is still upstairs…” Sakura hushed, her voice rough. She slowly licked at her lips, tilting her head back as much as she could to stare up at Sasuke. He glanced irately down at her thighs, checking to see how much of his spill was leaking down her legs, and finally he grunted as he pushed the button for her floor. They rode up in silence, though Sakura took his other hand again, tugging at his fingers. She couldn’t believe it was almost over; was he really going to make her go home alone like this? His cold demeanor only made her crave so much more, a raw ache carving open her stomach. She pulled at his shirt as she stared pleadingly up at him. She licked her plump lips, but Sasuke just peered down at her coldly, his face showing nothing like he was simply memorizing it all. He still gripped her neck, fingers flexing every so often, and he let Sakura curl her fingers around his, but otherwise he was cold, so cold.

Sakura sighed as she turned her face down; she felt like he wasn’t going to give her anything more tonight, almost like he couldn’t or he might… unravel. Before her, the elevator doors opened as the car came to a stop. She was about to step off to grab her things, but then Sasuke pushed her against the wall and strode out instead. Sakura stumbled for a moment before she caught herself, her legs still pressed tightly together and her boots unzipped, and she stared after him. He was silent, stalking to her office, and Sakura watched after his bulky frame with tight lips, her arms hugged around her waist and her head leaning against the cool elevator wall. She loved him so madly, but Sasuke didn’t think he deserved that for all the thoughts he had in his head. It was why he treated her so coldly, but Sakura refused to give up on Sasuke, on the idea of him in her bed, in her home, invading every inch of her life.

“Come home with me,” she whispered again when Sasuke re-embarked, her bags slung over his shoulder. She grabbed at his shirt and tried to pull him to her, desperate to have him close. Teal eyes peered up through thick lashes, Sakura enamored by his handsome face. “At least kiss me,” she finally whispered. Sasuke leaned slowly down, and Sakura’s whole being lit up with excitement as she tipped her head up, heart racing and her eagerness too clear on her face. At the last minute, though, Sasuke veered down and bit harshly at the crux of her neck instead, almost like he wanted to tear her to shreds. Sakura’s eyes snapped wide, and she let out a sob.

His voice was sharp and a little derisive as he demanded, “Why do you insist on treating me like a good guy? I’ve already told you-”

Sakura smacked out at his chest in frustration, interrupting him. “And I told you I want that! I want it all-!”

Sasuke pulled sharply back and gripped her hand tightly, glaring, his expression so hard and cold it actually scared Sakura, but she wasn’t deterred. She grabbed at Sasuke and tugged him close again, and shockingly, he let her. As he sank against her, his body heavy, she felt how achingly hard he was, and she realized this cold front he was showing her was nothing more than posturing. He wanted her. She whined desperately, but he snarled at her as if to say this was nothing, he was always horny for her. Teal eyes flickered up over his chest and to his face; ah, she loved him.

“I want it, Sasuke,” whispered Sakura earnestly as she stared up longingly at him. How could she convince him? “I want your crazy. I want your obsessed. I want all of you… I know who you are, what you are… I’m saying, that’s exactly why it’s you-”

Sasuke’s hand suddenly roughed up Sakura’s chest, freezing her as he made to grab for her neck, but then he slowly rubbed around the bite mark he had just left instead. His stare was cold, hard, and Sakura wondered what kind of twisted things he was imagining. Even so…

Sasuke pulled back sharply and grabbed Sakura by her nape again when the elevator came to a stop, and he walked her out to the parking garage. He packed her and her things into her car without a word, and then he leaned down, invading her space. He cast only a momentary glance at the lingerie box on her passenger seat, but it was enough to make Sakura have to chew back an excited smile. No matter how he acted, he still craved her so badly, obsessed. Sakura stared up with the most pleading eyes; could she convince him? She mewled as Sasuke grabbed her jaw, dark eyes staring at her.

“You’re crazy,” he husked harshly, but there was something close to affection there, and then he kissed her. It was rough and bruising, but Sakura mewled as she surged closer, grabbing at his shirt, and even Sasuke seemed surprised, stumbling forward a little as if to chase her. Everything inside Sakura turned upside down, her heart racing. When Sasuke pulled back, it was slow. He licked at his lips, and this time when his eyes flicked to the package and lingerie on her passenger seat, they lingered heatedly.

“Wear it when you want me,” he husked.

“How will you know…?” Sakura asked, slowly smiling. Sasuke’s eyes snapped back to her, his onyx orbs seeming to swallow her like a black hole in the dark garage. He didn’t reply, but Sakura just smiled knowingly.

She drove home, and that night, she left her front door unlocked. Too bad she had to wash the lingerie first… Tomorrow night she’d wear it for the first time, and then she’d wear it every night after that.

-x-

“Wow,” Ino chimed in awe as Sakura stepped past her desk the next morning. Teal eyes peered over at the girl and Sakura grinned cheekily. In her arms, she precariously carried a ridiculously large bouquet of deep, deep red roses; it had been left on her doorstep at some time last night, and it was obvious what the intent was. Sasuke was not going to be showed up by some measly little bouquet, and he was intent on proving that Sakura was his. Sakura, of course, could have taken the bouquet back inside her own apartment and put the roses in a vase, but that wouldn’t prove anything to anyone, so she had lugged them to the office to put on display there.

It made her so damn happy. Sasuke was crazy and could be a little scary, but in everything he did, he screamed his absolute need to possess all of Sakura. She set down the giant vase she’d brought along beside her coffee pot, and then she spent a good twenty minutes arranging the flowers and filling the vase. She smiled when she was done, clasping her hands together and grinning against her fists; she had made sure the flowers were visible, not just through the security camera, but also from her office door.

When she passed by Sasuke later in the day on her way to meet with the marketing department head, she gave him the fondest, softest smile, while Sasuke tried to chew back a smug smirk. His eyes raked over her frame, hungry, and Sakura shivered. She’d had to mind her outfit this morning, picking a tight turtleneck sweater and a pair of slacks to hide all the bites and marks Sasuke had left on her, and he knew that. After her meeting, she debated stopping by to see him, but she thought he might scold her, so instead she headed back to her own office.

“Oh,” Ino called when she saw Sakura. “Someone came and delivered something while you were gone,” she said, rising from her desk and leaning over to peer into Sakura’s office, mighty curious. Sakura casually shut her door, though, and then she slowly crept up to her desk, her heart racing. A small box sat innocently in front of her computer monitor, and Sakura swept it up, tugging lightly at the pretty ribbon tied around it. She doubted a delivery person had actually dropped this off, most never stepping foot so far into her office, so she could only deduce that Sasuke had disguised himself just enough so that Ino wouldn’t recognize him and brought it up himself.

Sakura unwrapped the ribbon from around the box and slowly opened it, and she almost giggled when she saw what lay inside. A thick, golden chain that looked suspiciously like a collar lay on the soft padding inside, and at one end, a heart charm hung with an inscription on the back. Property of Sasuke. Sakura flipped the tag back and forth, and after a moment, she chuckled. It was well disguised, but Sakura had seen these tags advertised before. They were meant for pets, and they contained a tracker chip inside the charm. She recognized it solely thanks to the company name stamped on the lid. Sasuke had likely made sure to leave it in the original box, too, so Sakura knew. She pulled out the necklace and set the box aside, and then she clipped the heavy chain necklace around her neck. It felt wonderfully weighty and cool, and Sakura smiled as she stroked at the pretty charm. She had to sink into her chair when the feeling of being owned like this became too much; heat sweltered and swirled in her gut, and Sakura’s skin tingled with delight.

She grabbed up her phone and sent Sasuke a selfie, tugging down the collar of her turtleneck to show off the bruising bite on her throat as well as the necklace. Thank you, she texted sincerely.

I love it, Sasuke.

Wear it every day. Sasuke replied, and Sakura smiled, knowing he didn’t need to hear her promise she would. It wasn’t a request, after all; it was a command, one Sakura was all too eager to obey.

It was almost lunchtime now, and she wanted to ask what Sasuke was doing for his meal, but again, she wondered if Sasuke would dislike it. He seemed particular about being seen with her around the office, like he didn’t want rumors spreading. Sakura understood that; for all of her flaunting with the flowers and now this necklace, Sasuke was a secret that Sakura wanted to keep only for herself. Their relationship was just way too… special… In the end, Sakura simply ordered herself something off a delivery app, pouting a little as she ate alone even though she’d made the choice to. She missed Sasuke any time he wasn’t right next to her.

All day long, she stroked obsessively at the smooth charm around her neck, her finger moving mindlessly as she sat through boring calls and did her allotted work for the day. She was eager to finish a little early, though she felt a bit sad to miss another late-night rendezvous with Sasuke in his office. When Ino popped her head in and said she was heading home, Sakura rose and said she was headed out soon, too.

“I can wait for you,” Ino offered, but Sakura shook her head.

“No, you go before the elevator traffic hits,” she hummed. She turned to pack her briefcase, not noticing Ino’s lingering stare.

“Was the gift you got that necklace?” Ino suddenly burst, and Sakura looked up in surprise. She debated for a split second what to do, but then she stood up tall, proudly stroking over the golden charm with its hidden message on the back.

“Yes… actually,” she murmured warmly, her smile so fond. “Do you like it?”

“It’s… pretty,” Ino hushed, distracted. A second later, she burst out, “Is it from a boyfriend?!”

Sakura laughed aloud. She wondered what Sasuke would want her to say. “Hmm, something like that,” she vaguely hummed, pressing her finger to her lips to denote it was a secret.

“Sakura-san!” Ino gasped. Sakura just smiled, watching Ino’s eyes flick to the flowers next. “You had that stalker a few weeks ago, but now you have a boyfriend to protect you! Oh, I should have put two and two together, but I was worried that whoever had been after you was still…”

Sakura just kept smiling, saying nothing and letting Ino think what she will. Sakura certainly didn’t say that her stalker and boyfriend were one and the same, and that the gifts she had been getting would be misconstrued as something negative by anyone else. Sakura didn’t see it that way, though; in fact, she never had. She waved Ino goodbye, and then she turned and gathered the rest of her things.

She headed to the elevators about fifteen minutes later, groaning when she saw how crowded they already were. She stepped inside and quickly worked her way to the back, feeling at least slightly less claustrophobic there. She kept her head down as the elevator slowly descended, stopping at nearly each floor and letting on more people. Three floors down from Sakura’s and a long way still to go, Sakura decided she should text Sasuke to let him know she was headed home, though she was sure he was watching her even now. The crowds shifted around her and bodies pressed in against Sakura, and she grunted for a moment in displeasure as someone stood too close. Sakura sighed quietly as she typed out her message.

She was about to whirl around and demand some space when she felt breath against her ear, but then a voice she dreamed about at night husked against her skin, “You don’t need to tell me that.”

Sakura’s spine went straight, and as heat settled low in her gut, she recalled that, right, she literally had a tracker on her now. Not only could Sasuke see her at any time when she was at work, he would also know her every step outside of this building. Heat simmered violently in her gut, and Sakura smiled softly. She erased the message she’d been working on, and she typed instead, I’m going to wear your gift tonight…

Sasuke had pulled back a little to not attract undue attention, but his warmth was close enough for Sakura to know he could see her invite. Still, he was so quiet- Sakura almost turned around to see his face, but then she suddenly felt a big hand cup low on her ass, slowly sliding down between her thighs. Her head shot down, chin tucked to her chest as her eyes went wide, so many people around them. Even so, long fingers began to search for her pussy and clit through the fabric of her slacks, and Sakura pressed her lips tightly together lest she let out a telling sound. No, having the crowd here was the whole point; Sasuke was molesting her in an elevator car full of people, and though she wouldn’t do so anyways, she couldn’t say a word or push him away without everyone knowing. Sakura sweltered hot, even her cheeks burning, and she chewed violently at her bottom lip. Sasuke’s heat pressed closer with every new passenger until the car was at full capacity, and still, it stopped on every floor. Somewhere around the twelfth floor, Sakura whimpered out a gasp as quietly as she could as Sasuke’s finger hit paydirt. He paused for a moment, and Sakura worried anxiously that he meant to stop, scolding herself for the noise she’d made, but then he began roughly circling at Sakura’s clit a second later. Her thighs flexed reflexively and her shoulders trembled, everything pulling tight as she tried not to let on. At her silence and stiffness, Sasuke’s hand withdrew as punishment, and Sakura almost whined, but then Sasuke’s touch was back, rougher. Sakura pretended to play a game on her phone, but she was mightily distracted. Her pussy began to leak wet; Sasuke was titillating her perfectly, and he knew it. Fuck, if she let out a noise again, they’d both get caught-! No, Sasuke would be labeled as a molester and he’d have to quit and leave… Sakura pinched her plump lips tightly together, enduring.

Sakura pressed her phone to her lips as she began to grow so hot she almost needed to pant, her head swirling with the brain fog an oncoming orgasm induced. Her legs were threatening to give way, but Sakura knew she couldn’t let on to anyone that she was being molested like this. The problem was, Sasuke was too good with his fingers… He worked Sakura right to the edge, and then he drew back, Sakura nearly letting loose a wild whimper. She managed to only shiver and was just pulling herself together again when Sasuke’s hand was suddenly back, this time circling around her front. Sakura shifted her briefcase to cover his arm with a breathless gasp, and she chewed back another when he suddenly pulled her backward, pressing himself against her plump ass. Oh, he was so hard-! It made her so much hotter to know Sasuke got off on this. Sakura felt him twitch as he began to rub her clit again, more vigorous this time, and she wanted to melt into him, her head filled with memories of his cock inside. The seam of her pants only served to make the feeling all the more torturous, and Sakura creamed her panties like nobody’s business just from Sasuke’s touch. She wanted so badly to cum, but Sasuke kept driving her right to the edge and then retreating. She watched the floor numbers count lower and lower, sure she wasn’t going to make it until, finally, the elevator stopped on the first floor. A mass exodus happened, and Sasuke pulled his hand back, but Sakura was confident he would follow her to her car. She stepped off the elevator and headed swiftly towards the parking garage, but she realized five steps in that she couldn’t hear Sasuke’s shoes. She whirled around, and her eyes went wide to find Sasuke still pressed into the back corner of the elevator. Sakura’s throat choked up as she watched Sasuke just stare at her with the wildest, hungriest eyes, his expression so stiff it had to be because he was just as horny and pent up as her. He was so obviously hard; he wasn’t even trying to hide the massive bulge in his jeans, so why… The elevator doors slid slowly shut, and finally, Sakura let out a tiny, pitiful whine. No fucking way; Sasuke was just leaving her hanging like this? Sakura stumbled towards the parking garage in disbelief and then into her car. She pulled her phone out sharply as shock turned to deep disappointment.

She froze, however, when she saw her unsent message from before; she’d promised Sasuke that she’d be wearing his lingerie tonight. Did that mean he hadn’t pursued her because he intended to come ravish her tonight instead? Sakura choked on a glob of spit, her whole body washing so fast with lustful desire that it made tears spring to her eyes. She sobbed as she sweltered in her unholy need for Sasuke. She gripped at the charm on the necklace she wore, her breath heaving out rough and heavy.

Hurry, she begged as she drove home like it was a race. She felt so wound up that her leg shook and her eye twitched with anxiety. She showered, and then she dressed in the black babydoll top and thong, already slicking again. The top of the lingerie was a bit small, her breasts threatening to pop out, and there were slits in the cups, black lace parting to show creamy skin and held together again over her nipples by a silky black bow. The back was open and left much of Sakura’s skin exposed, only a bit of ribbon trailing across her back like a lazy corset. The thong was no better, disappearing almost completely between her cheeks save for the bow over her ass and the small triangle at the front. The panties were even crotchless, not that Sasuke couldn’t just tug aside the little string buried between her cheeks. Sakura might have normally thought it was a little embarrassing to dress like this and parade around her home, but knowing it was for Sasuke, she felt bold.

Come ruin me, she pleaded as she paced her apartment, unable to stand still as she cooked dinner, as she watched TV. She waited and waited well past her bedtime, her front door unlocked, but her apartment remained eerily silent. She still wore the necklace, and she suddenly wondered how accurate the tracker was. Could Sasuke see that she wasn’t in bed? Sakura slowly stood. She put her dishes away, grabbed a glass of water, and then she treaded to her bedroom on bare feet. She was so excited that her heart threatened to choke her.

In the mirror by her closet, she could see herself, and she stopped to survey her body. The bruise at her neck was dark and mottled now, as were the smaller hickies and bites along her thighs. Her skin showed the absolute proof that she was Sasuke’s, and yet she was here alone, wanting him so badly and being denied. Sakura slipped into her bed with a pout.

She was intent on staying up, staying awake, but she was just drifting off, too far gone to pull herself out again when her front door’s handle slowly pressed down and her door creaked quietly open. The telltale creak of rubber soles sounded, but then all was silent.

-x-

Sakura startled suddenly awake, and she could tell by her heavy eyelids and how her body begged to drown back into sleep that she had slept for a good bit, but not long enough to count as a good night’s rest. Groggily, she wondered what had awoken her. She sank back into her bed, but suddenly a thought occurred. Sakura dragged herself out of sleep enough to grab for her phone. What time was it?

An hour and a half since she’d gone to bed. Sakura set her phone back down, halfway through flipping over in her bed and kicking off her heavy comforter when the light from her phone illuminated a lone figure, standing eerily at the edge of Sakura’s bed. Her sleep-addled brain told her to scream, but before she could, she heard a deep, low voice rumble pleasantly, “Shh… Go back to sleep.” A comforting and familiar scent washed over Sakura, and her heart began to race.

Sakura shut her eyes and exhaled a heavy, heated sigh, her lips tugging up. Ah… Sasuke was here. She wondered if she would think this was a dream in the morning. She could feel him hovering, watching her as she fell back asleep, and she wondered what Sasuke was thinking.

When she woke up in the morning, Sasuke was gone, and Sakura was sure she’d been dreaming until she sat up and smelled the faint, lingering scent of the man’s cologne in her room. Sakura shot up out of bed, but her panties were dry save for her own slick, her pussy feeling untouched and certainly not leaking cum. She was also still crazy horny; Sakura groaned loud and desperate. No way…

Sakura grabbed her phone to gripe at Sasuke, but then she wondered what he had done. She slowly stepped out of her bedroom in her lingerie set and into her living room. Almost everything looked untouched, but things felt… off, different. Sakura let her eyes roam around her space, the scent of Sasuke filling her lungs with every inhale. Ah… In her hand, her phone buzzed, once, twice, three times.

Good morning, Sakura.

You looked so sexy in the lingerie I picked out. I knew it would look perfect on you…

You look cute with your bedhead, too…

Sakura felt a wild shiver rattle out of her, heat sliding so hot down her spine that her skin flushed. She slowly looked around again with a more discerning eye this time. She could see now that a few of her decorations had shifted like they had been lifted and set back down. It was mostly the disturbance in the dust that alerted her; she was suddenly glad she was bad about dusting. Thanks to that, she could count them, she thought; one, two, three… four.

Sasuke had come in and installed cameras in Sakura’s home. She walked back to her bedroom and looked around there, too, spotting more tell-tale signs. One, two… Slowly, Sakura began to smile, her grin so wide her cheeks throbbed. She ran to her bathroom, but she knew without needing to find the evidence that her whole loft apartment was covered, every angle visible to Sasuke.

“Hah,” she gasped, covering her rosy cheeks. In her hand, her phone buzzed again.

You shouldn’t leave your door unlocked like that. You don’t know who might come in or what they might do…

Sakura let out a wry laugh. “Right,” she hummed teasingly. She stepped back into her bedroom and slowly looked around again. Sasuke could… see her. She carefully, sensually stripped her lingerie off, mewling softly as she bared her body eagerly for the man she loved.

Sasuke could see her, and Sakura wondered… “Can you hear me?” she called out slowly. She felt crazy until her phone buzzed.

Yes.

Does it scare you? I’ll hear everything, see everything… whenever.

“I told you,” Sakura replied with a frown, “that I want everything…” As proof, she sank to her bed and began touching herself, desperately horny now. “You told me… the lingerie was a message… to wear it when…” Sakura gasped as her groin flooded with heat. Her phone buzzed again.

Oh, I partook, Sakura. Sasuke threatened darkly, but it only made Sakura more excited. Besides, I don’t really need an invite, do I?

Sakura mewled loudly. She grabbed a heavy tit and began to harshly play with her nipple. Her throat and the bruise there throbbed, but she ached for more of Sasuke’s touch, for his hand around her neck. Sakura was about to complain that surely Sasuke hadn’t partaken because she didn’t feel his lingering touch, but then something caught her eye on the corner of her bed. She slowly crawled forward, and then she sank her face down, letting out a broken sob. She was left exposed, and she began to stuff her pussy with four fingers even as she reached out and clutched at her crusty panties. These were the first ones that had ever gone missing, and they were stiff with drying cum. The message left behind by them was clear: Sasuke had masturbated to the sight of Sakura sleeping; that alone had been enough to have him cumming several times. Sakura felt so hot she might burst, and yet she wondered why Sasuke hadn’t just raped her. No, she knew why. It was because he didn’t have to, not really; his obsession was so wild that just nutting to her, unaware and sleeping, was perhaps even more than he could handle.

Still, next time… “Sasuke… my pussy…” she begged. She came fitfully on her fingers, her hips sinking down. She needed… more. Sasuke was silent, though.

Sakura pulled herself out of bed and trudged to her bathroom with pouty lips. She took a slow shower, hoping Sasuke was still watching her as she lathered up her body, and then she dressed herself in a tight turtleneck dress. After doing her hair, she put on her necklace like a good girl, achingly horny the whole time at the very idea of how much Sasuke owned her now. He was surely watching, following her every step, listening to even the smallest sounds she made. He knew what underwear she’d picked out and how the mini corset she wore under her dress made her tits look ludicrous. She tugged on the black, leather vest he had bought her over top, and she tied it so tight she could barely breathe because that was how Sasuke made her feel. Lastly, she tugged on her tallest heels, and then she made her way to her car. She made only one stop before she drove to the office, dizzy with desire.

Sakura walked through the lobby and then rode the elevator up with a small packet pressed to her chest, her heart pounding loudly against her ribcage. Today, she felt hyper aware of Sasuke watching her, the feeling that he could now see her nearly anywhere she went creeping down her spine like heat. She knew she couldn’t explain this to anyone else; everyone would think her crazy for allowing Sasuke to do what he did, let alone encouraging it, but Sakura had never felt this wild about a man before. She’d always been so normal, but now she was practically doused in desire every waking moment, and even when she slept.

No, maybe Sakura had never been as normal as she’d liked to assume; maybe she’d just tried very, very hard to fit into a box before, and now she was abandoning that cramped life. For the first time in her life, she was flying free, and she didn’t care if she flew too close to the sun. Sakura smiled.

“Good morning, Ino,” she hummed as she walked swiftly past her secretary, Ino barely able to give her own greeting, let alone look up. She stumbled after Sakura as Sakura set her small packet safely inside her desk drawer and her briefcase against her desk before looking up with a smile.

Ino looked Sakura up and down, but she didn’t comment this time, only smirking a little crookedly. She looked like she was bursting with questions, but instead she rattled off Sakura’s calendar for the day. Sakura hummed as she sank down in her chair. Oh… it was warm. She smiled.

“Thank you, Ino. I have a call to make, so would you mind shutting the door behind you?” Sakura asked, and a moment later, her secretary was gone and Sakura breathed out, “Good morning, Sasuke~”

A hand slid up her leg, and pitch black eyes peered up from underneath her desk. Slowly, Sasuke spread Sakura’s legs as he rose to his knees.

“You stopped somewhere on the way to work. Where did you go?” he chewed out slowly. Sakura gripped at her necklace and stroked lovingly at the charm.

“A surprise,” she hummed, spreading her legs wider. “Looks like you have your own planned for me…”

“Watching you put on those panties…” Sasuke slowly pushed Sakura’s dress up until she was exposed. Anyone could walk in and see them at any moment, but Sakura had to trust Ino would keep any unwelcome guests out. Even so- Every worry wicked away an instant later, and Sakura gasped, melting in heat. She sank down a little deeper into her chair, giving more access as Sasuke pressed his face close, and Sakura shivered when she felt his hot breath against the wet spot on her lace underwear. He stroked an insistent finger over her crotch.

“Smells so good,” muttered Sasuke under his breath before pressing his face into Sakura’s crotch. She had to cover her mouth to mute a gasp. A rough tongue licked out and laved over her lace-covered pussy.

“Oh-!” Sakura choked out as quietly as she could, and still Sasuke hushed her sharply.

He peered up, the sight too lewd. “Unless you want to get caught with the weird IT guy…”

“Nobody… thinks you’re weird,” gasped Sakura, while Sasuke chuckled darkly.

“Baby girl, everyone knows I’m not right. You’re the only one who’s been crazy enough to let me close…”

Sakura clasped both of her hands over her mouth, whimpering. She stared down at this handsome man who was crazy about her, literally, and she wondered what made it so odd that she would fall for him. She reached down and shakily brushed his black bangs aside.

She loved him. It was irrational, but she really… did.

Sakura’s head emptied completely as Sasuke began to lick her in earnest, pulling her panties aside when they grew too wet. Sakura sobbed against her hand as she was wonderfully violated. She was too soon struck by an orgasm, too lost to react when Sasuke suddenly pushed her chair back and rose up, his hulking figure looming over Sakura. His pants were already open, cock out and so hard, so all he had to do was swoop down and stuff himself inside in one go. Sakura mewled brokenly, Sasuke grunting to make it work until he pulled her up and around, putting her on her knees on her chair. It gave Sakura the perfect view out her window, and she wondered if anyone in the building across from them could see how she was getting railed. It made her so wet and tight that Sasuke grunted and smacked her ass. Sakura mewled as quietly as she could, hips shaking.

As soon as Sasuke came, he simply pulled out and tugged her panties up, and then he stepped back, stuffing himself back in his underwear and jeans without a thought to cleaning himself off either. Sakura slowly turned around and sank down, cum sliding down her walls, and she stared up at Sasuke in absolute adoration. After a moment, she pointed shakily to the small packet in her desk drawer. Sasuke turned and pulled it out.

“That’s what I stopped to get,” Sakura hummed softly, smiling fondly. Black eyes flicked up from the gift to her. “It’s for you…”

A split second later, Sasuke tore the packet open, a bit of metal glittering as it tumbled into his palm. Sasuke stared at it, his face revealing nothing but that stoic, icy silence. When Sasuke looked up again, his eyes were almost too cold. Sakura shivered. She watched Sasuke slowly begin to flip the duplicate key she’d made between his long fingers.

“You don’t like it?” she asked carefully.

Black eyes flashed. “Are you insane?” Sasuke hissed through tight lips.

“You said I shouldn’t leave my door unlocked, so now I don’t have to.”

Sasuke’s frown sharpened. “I could come in… whenever. Wait for you. Rob you blind.”

Sakura almost laughed, the idea that Sasuke would ever do anything she didn’t like amusing, but she chewed it back, knowing he wouldn’t appreciate her flippant viewpoint. Instead she hummed, soft but sultry, “You can already see everything. It would only be better if you were actually there…”

Sasuke inhaled sharply like he couldn’t believe Sakura could be so… stupid. Still, he wasn’t trying to give the key back. He slowly tapped it to his lips.

“When I gave you that lingerie…” he began slowly, “and I told you… to wear it when you wanted me to take you… it was only a platitude to make you feel better. I’ll take you whenever I want, even if you’re not wearing the invite.”

This time, Sakura did let out a wild but quiet laugh. “I did think it was a little uncharacteristic,” she teased adoringly. Sasuke clicked his tongue.

“Sakura… I’m not a nice guy. I don’t have good intentions.”

“I know,” Sakura promised. The cum dripping out of her right now was proof of that… She slowly rose to her feet, heat building up again. She leaned into Sasuke.

“Don’t I… scare you…?” Sasuke asked. A little quieter, he told her, “I scare myself… sometimes…” The coldest eyes stared down at Sakura, piercing into her very soul, but it only made Sakura perfectly happy to be so seen. She wrapped her hands around Sasuke’s neck, and then she rose to her tippy toes. With a smile, she kissed him, lips pressed to his like she could do this forever, and damn, she kind of wanted to. It surprised her, though, when Sasuke suddenly returned her kiss, grabbing her and pulling her up tight against his chest like he needed this, too. Sakura mewled.

“Don’t make me keep repeating myself,” hushed Sakura sweetly when they parted. She kissed Sasuke’s cheek. She still carried the bruises Sasuke had given her; she knew what she was getting herself into with no plans to back out, and she wanted Sasuke to remember that she had chosen this knowing full-well who he was. “Come over whenever. Wait for me. Rape me in my sleep. Sasuke… It all… excites me…”

This time, it was Sasuke who shivered when he heard those words, and for a moment, Sakura’s eyes flashing, the hunted became the hunter. Staring at her, Sasuke silently stuffed the spare key to her apartment into his jeans pocket.

“Okay,” he murmured. Slowly, he stepped away from Sakura, and then he headed out without another word or even a glance back. Still, Sakura could see him rubbing almost obsessively at the key in his pocket. She smiled, and then she rolled her chair back and sank down. She should probably go clean up, but she really didn’t want to. Honestly, she liked feeling Sasuke’s cum slowly drip out of her; it made him feel close when they had to be apart.

Sakura’s morning passed swiftly, and at noon, she worked out and then ate her lunch. She attended all of her meetings through the day with a quiet anticipation that grew bigger and bigger the closer 5 o’clock crept. She planned to grab some things to make a quick dinner at home, and then she’d wait.

Wait for him~

Ah, she could barely contain herself.

-x-

Since Sasuke had said her bedroom attire didn’t matter, he would rape her regardless, Sakura tugged on a pair of silkie pajamas after dinner, the crop top barely covering her tits and the shorts sliding up to show off her ass; she wouldn’t leave any room for Sasuke to be able to walk away from her tonight. She did her nighttime routine, cleaning and moisturizing her face, drying her hair after her shower, even painting her toenails. Everything felt so much more special with Sasuke watching, and Sakura couldn’t stop smiling, nor could she settle enough to crawl into her bed.

At around 10:15, Sasuke finally texted and told Sakura stiffly, Go to bed.

Sakura giggled. So Sasuke was just as eager as her, huh? Sakura grabbed a glass of water and finally she climbed under her fresh sheets, sinking down with a soft hum. She was drifting off soon enough even though her intent had been to try to stay awake, but even so, the instant she heard a key in her front door, her eyes sprang wide open in the dark. Sasuke moved nearly silently as he stepped inside, but if she held her breath, she could hear him ever so softly moving through her living room, creeping down the hall. Sakura shut her eyes tightly as her heart began to race, and somehow, it didn’t matter that she knew exactly who it was as her body began to exhibit the signs of fight-or-flight. As excited as she was, part of that anticipation was fear; it’s not like she knew what he would do to her. She clung to her sheets and, when she heard her bedroom doorknob rattle, she pressed her lips tightly together to not make a sound.

Oh, this was so thrilling, she might just scream. Sakura trembled even as she smiled under her sheets.

She could smell him before she heard him. How did he move so silently with a body so big? Sakura bit down hard on her bottom lip so as to not make even a peep as she suddenly felt a hand slide under her covers. Cool fingers touched bare skin a moment later, and Sakura clenched her eyes tight. She felt like she might burst before Sasuke even properly got to touch her. His hand kept sliding up, up, finding only more bare skin. When his hand finally hit the soft fabric of her shorts, high up on her hip, he let out the smallest exhale. Time froze, Sasuke’s hand growing hot, but then he slowly began to fondle a round ass cheek. A few moments later, he slipped one of his fingers up Sakura’s spine, his hand creeping around to cup a heavy tit. Another soft exhale, and then the sound of a zipper ever so softly crunched, jeans slowly shifting down. Sasuke was undressing, and it thrilled Sakura to the core; oh, she wanted him in her bed so badly. He pulled away for a split moment to peel his shirt off, but then he was back, Sakura’s bed creaking ever so slowly, dipping deeper by her feet and a big body slowly moving up. Her sheets lifted off her skin delicately, and instead, the heat of another body replaced it; Sasuke was literally crawling under the covers with her! Sakura barely forced back a throaty whine. Her heart was racing, racing; fear mixed with pure desire for a wild moment, and when a hand suddenly slipped under her top again, she couldn’t help but let out a tiny, trembling squeak.

Sasuke went still, everything suddenly silent. Sakura squeezed her eyes shut so tight they hurt, and she wanted to smack herself. She was ruining it-!

Still, when she couldn’t take it anymore, her heart threatening to burst, just needing to hear his voice to reassure herself, she called in a tiny, shaky voice, “Sasuke…?”

Slowly, Sasuke began to move again. He shifted Sakura’s top up, off her tits, and then he turned her to her back. He pressed his face between her heavy breasts, and finally he grumbled sharply, “I knew you weren’t asleep. Your heart’s been pounding louder than a siren.”

Sakura let out a sharp, shaky exhale. Oh, Sasuke was here-! His warmth suddenly crashed into her like fear had kept her cold, and she mewled as it grew stuffy under her sheets. She shifted the covers off of a messy head of black hair, and then she hugged Sasuke to her chest. “Sasuke,” she breathed again as a smile spread so wide it made her cheeks ache. “You came.”

“How the hell could I stay away when you serve yourself up like such a damn treat?” Sasuke murmured almost too quietly, and then he was peeling Sakura’s bottoms off, spreading her legs and then her pussy lips. He was coming. The pressure of the first thrust had Sakura mewling, teeth biting hard into her bottom lip to make the sound as quiet as she could. She would be good. Sasuke hummed shortly, and then he grabbed Sakura’s hips, turning his face to begin suckling marks into her skin. It felt sweetly possessive, and Sakura melted into her mattress. Sasuke fucked her surprisingly gently, though every thrust pushed him deep, deep inside, making Sakura nearly gasp as her belly bulged slightly. She was smoldering, molten at the very idea that Sasuke was here.

Sakura was feeling so good and so warm that she didn’t even realize she was drifting off to sleep, feeling so stupidly safe in this embrace. The shaking of her bed as Sasuke grew wilder rocked her into a deep sleep, and she was unaware of how much he came, how his marks grew slowly more violent and obsessive. Sakura felt only vaguely aware every once in a while through the night that Sasuke was still there, buried inside her even when he wasn’t moving, and she would sigh softly and slip back into a deeper slumber.

She startled awake when she felt a heavy weight on her chest, and she looked first at her clock, 6:05, before looking down at the warm body atop her. Her arms were locked around Sasuke like she had refused to let him leave, and he was asleep on her chest. Sakura’s heart burst, and she shut her eyes tightly, trying to burn into her eyelids what she had seen. She let out a shuddering breath.

“Sasuke… I love you,” she whispered. Everything was quiet in response, but Sakura didn’t care if he heard her or not. She slowly began to comb out his hair, adoringly tender to the handsome man buried between her fat tits. At some point, he must have undressed her fully.

“Sasuke…” she called again, soft in the early morning hours. “Stay,” she hushed even as she rolled him over. She had to go pee badly. She stepped into her bathroom and relieved herself, and then she nearly gasped loud enough to wake the whole neighborhood when she saw herself in the mirror, the soft glow of a night light illuminating her.

Her body was absolutely covered, covered in hickies and bite marks. Her neck was littered and there was even a mark on her jaw, everything to her wrists and, looking down, all over her thighs. Sakura flushed red hot. She leaned closer and examined the mark on her jaw and those on her neck, just wondering how she was going to cover them when she suddenly heard a noise from the bedroom. She bolted up and out of her bathroom, and she yelped fiercely when she saw her bed was empty.

“Sasuke!” she yelled as she thundered down the hallway, uncaring that she was naked. “Sasuke-!” She caught him right at the front door, tugging his shoes back on. Sakura froze, but then she let out a sob, and Sasuke slowly stood up.

“I told you to stay-!” Sakura yelled as loudly as she dared. Tears were streaming down her face, and she felt irrational, especially as she stomped her foot and clenched her fists. Cum was beginning to slide down her thighs, too, and she must have made quite a sight. Sasuke turned, and slowly something dark crossed his features as his pitch black eyes looked her over. She was covered in his marks, his seed spilling slowly down her legs, and yet he was… leaving. Sneaking away. Sakura grew angry, tears streaming hot down her cheeks. “You’re not allowed to leave!” she finally shouted quietly. She was beginning to shake, her voice choked with her emotions. Sasuke froze.

“What the hell,” he muttered in sharp disgust, but then he was swiftly closing the distance between them, stripping down again. He hefted Sakura up, marching her back to her bedroom. He threw her to her bed and then crowded over her, holding her down. Sakura just kept crying.

“I told you to stay-!” she was yelling now.

“That’s not how this should work!” Sasuke hissed back. Sakura sobbed. She let Sasuke hold her down, her marked body on full display. She turned her face aside as her tears began to soak her sheets.

“Nothing… we’ve been doing is how it’s supposed to work,” she whimpered. “I was supposed to call the cops when I found out. We certainly weren’t supposed to start dating. I shouldn’t have ever let you come in my house, and I certainly shouldn’t have given you the key, but most of all… what kind of crazy person am I… to have fallen so madly, deeply for you, Sasuke?”

A tongue clicked sharply, but then Sasuke was at Sakura’s throat, growling even as he kissed her marks softly.

“I don’t care… if you never fall for me like this, too, but just… stay when I ask you to.”

Sasuke hissed angrily at her, but feeling braver than she should, Sakura slowly looked up.

“You marked me… all over. I can’t hide all of these, so… what… what do you want me to do? People are gonna figure it out.”

“Just tell them you have a boyfriend,” Sasuke said even as his lips twisted sharply. Sakura slowly reached up and cupped his face when he let her wrist go in favor of grabbing around her neck. He looked so… torn. He squeezed down, but then he stroked at her throat.

“You won’t like it if they assume it’s anyone but you,” Sakura hushed, guessing. Sasuke growled sharply at her, but then he was melting down, kissing harshly along her jaw. Sakura gasped softly as a new hickie was suckled into sensitive skin.

“Sasuke…” she mewled. “I don’t mind… if everyone knows.”

Sasuke went eerily silent.

“I’m not asking you to change,” Sakura hushed.

“You are,” he chewed out cruelly. Sakura smiled. “I didn’t ever want to… be like this,” Sasuke lied right through his teeth. Sakura chuckled wryly.

“Baby, you’re obsessed with me. You have a whole office filled with my photos. Don’t tell me that the first time you raped me, you didn’t want that. Don’t tell me… you don’t want me when you’re… so…” Sakura’s cheeks grew wet again, her lips trembling even as she smiled.

Sasuke slowly sat up, his dark eyes staring coldly down, and Sakura was sure she had completely lost him, her heart tearing out of her chest when suddenly Sasuke rushed back down, and then he fumbled a kiss to her lips.

Oh. Sakura’s whole being wrapped inside out, her heart evacuating her body. Oh-! He was so… adorably clumsy as he kissed her again, almost like a child, insistent like he was throwing a tantrum. It was clearly his first, and come to think of it… weren’t all the moments they shared firsts? Sakura wrapped her arms around Sasuke’s neck, and then she dragged him down, showing him how he was supposed to kiss her as she tilted her head and opened her mouth, her tongue slipping out.

She soon had Sasuke panting hard and heavy, almost shaking in her grasp. He was hard, but for once, he wasn’t rushing to fuck her. Instead, he seemed lost in just kissing. Sakura smiled as she felt an unskilled tongue slowly wrap possessively around her own, and it was like Sasuke was discovering a whole new way to own this girl. His girl.

“Sasuke,” Sakura whispered. “Don’t change. All I’m asking… is that you stay in the morning. I want to wake up with your warmth. I don’t want to feel like I’m alone anymore.”

“You’re asking for a lot more than that,” Sasuke snapped, and for a moment, he sounded pained. He kissed Sakura again; he was quickly getting better at it. “You’re asking me for something I don’t have,” he hushed.

“What’s that?” whispered Sakura.

Sasuke slowly sat up, and then he pulled one of her hands to press to his chest, to his pectoral. “A heart,” he murmured. “A heart that can… love.”

Sakura smiled sweetly. “You love… in your own way,” she whispered, but Sasuke looked angry.

“No. This isn’t love,” he snapped.

Sakura simply smiled as she stroked at Sasuke’s chest. “But I love you, and that’s enough.”

Sasuke suddenly pulled back, but Sakura didn’t let him go far, grabbing him around the neck again and sitting up with him. She pressed into his chest while Sasuke looked sharply away. He tried to push her off of him, but he didn’t try very hard even though his grip was bruising. “You don’t get it,” he bit out, his jaw tight and lips tugged down. “I keep telling you… I’m not boyfriend material. One day, I’m going to hurt you so bad you’ll wish you’d never met me.” Sakura didn’t reply. Black eyes slowly flicked over in surprise like he had expected her to fight his accusations, and when Sasuke saw instead that Sakura had no plans to change her mind, his whole face fell. “Sakura,” he begged sharply.

“Baby,” Sakura called back softly, sweetly. She smiled, showcasing all the love she felt. Every relationship had the potential of hurting in the end, of breaking her apart, but Sakura loved Sasuke. She wanted to try.

Sasuke frowned sharply, but he didn’t fight her when she pulled him back into a kiss. Ah, it was so good. Sakura mewled sweetly, and slowly, Sasuke pushed her back down into the bed.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” she giggled even as she encouraged him to pursue her.

“Shut up,” he growled against her lips, and then he melted down a little more, grinding hard against Sakura’s crotch. “I have half a mind to just keep you in bed all day.”

Sakura howled in excitement, giggling as she pulled Sasuke closer. She mewled as she pressed up against him in return.

Slowly, Sasuke pulled back just enough to breathe out, “You’re crazy… but I like playing with you too much to quit.” His voice was quiet, stiff. Sakura smiled gorgeously.

“I’m never gonna be… a good boyfriend.”

Sakura hummed in disagreement. “You’re amazing,” she promised.

“I can’t promise you won’t make me do crazy shit to you, to others, anyone who tries to hurt you or get you-”

Sakura smiled all the brighter; that sounded more perfect than he could know. She cupped Sasuke’s face and told him, “No one has ever made me feel the way you do. No one has ever driven me so wild.”

Sasuke sighed roughly like that wasn’t a compliment. Well, maybe it wasn’t to him. “You weren’t supposed to… I didn’t think I’d ever get so close,” he muttered to himself, his thumb stroking slowly under her jaw.

Sakura hummed again, so warm she could melt.

Slowly, Sasuke’s eyes met hers, cold and sharp as always, but they were also razor-focused, zeroed in on only her, and it felt a mighty lot like love. Obsession, Sakura thought. This man is completely and irrevocably obsessed with me.

Perfect.

Sakura beamed proudly.

“You’re my first,” Sasuke said suddenly. “In everything, my first… always insistent…”

Sakura giggled, but she was bursting with pride. “I love you, Sasuke Uchiha,” she hushed as she pulled him back to her lips, to her body. “Just stay… Don’t ever… change.”

Sasuke’s growl was low and threatening as it trembled Sakura’s chest, but then his hands were grabbing around her back, and his cock slipped between her ass cheeks.

“Ahh~” Sakura mewled, and Sasuke cursed.

“You knew… that this would happen,” he accused.

Sakura, though, pulled back to stare into his eyes. “I didn’t,” she swore earnestly. “I couldn’t have ever dreamed up something as perfect as this…”

Sasuke growled fiercely again, but then he was kissing her. He wrapped his long fingers in her hair while his other hand gripped her hip bruisingly, and as he began to use her ass for his pleasure, he tugged her head back to expose her neck.

In the darkest tone that was meant to be terrifying but was honestly only crazy sexy to Sakura’s ears, he growled, “I’m obsessed with you. I want to be with you, be inside you. I want to know about every step you take, about who you’re talking to and what you’re thinking. If I couldn’t have you, I’d rather… kill you.”

Sakura shivered, and she didn’t doubt his words. She couldn’t. “But you can have me.”

Sasuke hissed sharply, angry at her interruption. “You keep making light of my feelings.”

“I’m not,” Sakura whispered breathlessly as Sasuke tugged her hair and wrenched her head back painfully. “Sasuke,” she begged, choking. Her eyes snapped wide as she stared at her headboard. Her throat was tight, too tight. He was fucking between her cheeks furiously now, threatening with every thrust to push into her cunt without warning. He only let her go when he needed to grab at the headboard to go harder, not getting enough. Sakura inhaled sharply, her head sinking down as she stared fiercely at her man.

“Sasuke,” she snapped, and he growled, leaning down to set his teeth to her throat. Sakura, though, would not be shaken from her resolve. “I love you,” she burst, and a moment later, she screamed as his cock plunged into her. She knew it was on purpose as he groaned sharply, but the sound was wobbly at best.

“Don’t,” he begged against her throat. “Don’t love me.”

“Why not,” she hushed.

“I don’t deserve that. You could do so much better. Don’t debase yourself,” he spat out even as she could feel him sharply frown.

Sakura hummed softly, and then she wrapped her arms around Sasuke’s back. “I love you,” she murmured as warmly as she could, her voice sinking deep. “I love you even if you don’t think you deserve it, but I want to convince you that you do.”

“Sakura,” Sasuke hissed, but it was clear that he was losing himself in her. His hips wouldn’t stop, and he was starting to suckle at her neck.

Sakura felt warm all over, and she showed her appreciation of the way he showed his adoration with a soft whisper of, “More~”

Sasuke grunted, but the sound cut-off halfway through. “Fuck… Sakura…” he muttered as he began to roll his hips deep, barely pulling out. Sakura shut her eyes as her lips pulled into a wide grin; oh, it felt so good! She clung tighter to Sasuke as her heart swelled.

“Sasuke… let me love you,” she hushed, and it seemed to rewire him.

“It doesn’t make sense,” he growled. He gripped her hips tighter. “You don’t know… what I want to do to you sometimes.”

“Then tell me,” said Sakura simply. She wouldn’t know what was in Sasuke’s head, and he would never convince her if he didn’t tell her.

Still stuffed inside, he slowly sat up, and then he pulled her legs over his thighs. He pressed a hand to her belly as he pushed in deep, as deep as he could.

“Mm,” Sakura muffled, covering her mouth. Sasuke stared at her before his dark eyes slowly shifted down to her jostling tits.

“I want to lock you up,” he began when he felt no resistance from her, and maybe he did want to change her mind even as he clung to her. He really didn’t think he deserved her love. “Want no one to think of you or speak to you or touch you ever again, only me. I want people to even forget you exist so even the thought of you is only mine.” Black eyes slowly roamed up and Sasuke continued more sharply when he saw Sakura still smiling sweetly. “I would kill for you, Sakura. I want to make anyone who even looks at you suffer. Sometimes I start choking you and I think, what if I don’t stop and she’s mine for the rest of eternity?”

“Hmm, I could be yours alive,” Sakura offered wryly. “Actually, I’d prefer that.”

Sasuke hissed, but then he pulled her up into his lap and crawled with her to her headboard, pushing her flat between it and his chest. He was so close it was hard to breathe, but fuck, Sakura loved this. She inhaled short, sharp breaths and clung to Sasuke’s broad shoulders.

“Sakura,” Sasuke murmured darkly. “Even this isn’t enough. I want to crawl up inside you. I want to…” He grunted like he didn’t even know how to explain his desires. Instead, he pressed his fingers into her stomach like he meant to carve out a hole for himself to live in her torso. He slowly pulled his hand back again a moment later.

“I want to destroy you and I want to protect you,” he whispered ever so quietly. “I want you to be so loved, but I want to be the only one who gets to have you. I can’t even explain what it is about you; all I know is that it has to be you and no one else. You have to be mine.”

“And I am yours,” husked Sakura as she tried to pull his head down for a kiss. It was still hard to breathe, but in some ways, it always was around Sasuke.

“You don’t understand!” he suddenly barked out, angry and unhinged for a split second. He sobered instantly and stared down at her. He grabbed her neck and then her hair, combing his hand in and intertwining her pink locks with his long fingers. “You can’t love me! You shouldn’t! It’s just not possible. I’m not someone who gets to feel this-”

His voice cut off abruptly, but Sakura wondered if he’d been about to say that he wasn’t someone who should get to feel so happy. Sakura stared up at Sasuke, quiet for a long while as he seemed to wrestle with large demons, his eyes clouded. She only spoke again when his eyes refocused on hers.

“Who made you believe these things about yourself?”

“Don’t try to fix me,” he scoffed, and Sakura quickly agreed.

“All right. After all, I told you you didn’t have to change.” Still, she needed him to understand that despite all of his own feelings on the matter, she did love him. “Sasuke,” she murmured. “Isn’t it okay if you don’t fully get it? Just like I might never properly understand your obsession with me, maybe you will never be able to comprehend my love for you. Can you just accept that I do?”

“You don’t accept how crazy I am,” he scoffed, but his eyes flickered. Because he was so obsessed with her, he wanted to believe that she would want him, too. Sakura smiled sweetly. They were like two peas in a pod, yin and yang.

“No, I accept it. It’s just that… I love you because you’re this crazy,” she swore with a crooked grin. Before Sasuke could argue, Sakura continued swiftly, “No one has ever made me feel so alive. No one has ever made me want to chase them like this. No one has ever made me so desperate. Sasuke, I love your crazy, obsessive side. I love being possessed by you. I love the idea of you owning me. No one has ever made me want to give all of myself like this, no one but you, Sasuke. So let me give you all of myself, and please take it and use it how you wish. Carve yourself into my heart or onto my skin or whatever… whatever will make you feel assured that I belong to you and no one else.”

“There’s nothing in this world that would ever be enough to fully posses you,” Sasuke snapped with a shake of his head, but Sakura just beamed. Her pussy squeezed tight as she replied in breathless excitement, “Then do every little thing you think of and never stop… chasing me.”

Sasuke groaned as he came close to cumming. “Sakura,” he hissed darkly. He pulled her hair back and bit down hard around her Adam’s apple, almost seeming ready to tear it out if he bit her any harder. Sakura whined brokenly, her breath quivering. A moment later, she felt Sasuke gush his release deep inside her.

“Ahh~” she whispered as she came, too. Sasuke growled and shook his head slightly, shaking her with him.

“Sakura… this weekend,” he muttered. “Lock yourself inside with me. Don’t talk to anyone else, don’t leave, don’t even think of anyone but me. Just… let me stay… inside you, beside you, invading all of you.”

Sakura smiled, and she couldn’t help but tease with all of the love in her heart, “Thet sounds an awful lot like a date, Sasuke Uchiha~”

To her surprise, he ground out, “Fine. Romanticize it that way if you must.”

Sakura let out a surprised little laugh, and finally Sasuke let her go. He rolled them over so she sat on his hips, and then he obsessively traced her body with his hands.

“I changed my mind,” he muttered. “Let’s start now.”

Sakura giggled, happy, delighted. “Okay.”

Sasuke growled even as he grew hard again inside her. He tugged her sharply down.

“Don’t even call in. Let them think you died. Just be mine.”

“Sasuke… kidnap me,” whispered Sakura eagerly as she melted into his firm chest. He was so big and warm… “Let’s run away to a place where I can hold your hand in public and call you my boyfriend.”

“That place doesn’t exist,” snapped Sasuke, but then he asked a little more calmly, “Would that make you happy? To tell people about… dating?”

Sakura chuckled, thinking it so cute the way Sasuke couldn’t even say that he was her boyfriend, that they were the ones who were doing the dating. Sakura hummed fondly. “Honestly…” she murmured with a sweet smile as she snuggled into Sasuke’s neck. “I think I prefer keeping it our little secret~

“That way, if I do ever disappear, no one will suspect you,” she mewled warmly.

Sasuke growled, angry, but he didn’t fight back. All he said was, “You’re crazy, Sakura Haruno.”

“Crazy enough to love you,” she agreed with a sweet smile. Black eyes stared up at her.

Slowly, Sasuke wrapped his big hand around her throat, and he pulled Sakura back to him, lips crashing to his. As her phone began to buzz, Ino probably wondering where she was, he hissed in reminder, “You’re mine.”

Sakura just nodded, happy to be stolen away by this man. He didn’t even know how ecstatic it made her to be whisked away from her annoying responsibilities, from incompetent people who always wanted her and phone calls and emails… Silly Sasuke.

Against her lips, he hissed, “Should I do something about the head of marketing? I hated the way he talked to you. I hate the way he takes up the precious time that should be mine.”

Sakura almost laughed, but then she realized, no, Sasuke was serious. “Sasuke,” she hushed slowly. “What did you do… to the person who sent me those flowers?”

Sasuke was eerily still. In the end, he only wrapped his arms tightly around her. “You’re mine,” he whispered, and Sakura knew she had to let it go; he wouldn’t tell her. Despite it all, he was certain the answer would really scare her away, so Sakura didn’t push it. She knew Sasuke wasn’t a good man; she wasn’t delusional. She was simply in love, and she thought now that even if she fell out of love with Sasuke, she hoped he never stopped chasing her, claiming her, making her his own.

If he did that, she would never not love the hell out of him.

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