~Sakura POV~
“That’s the third time in 20 minutes! I told you face the headboard!”
Ah, so he was keeping count. I faced the headboard like an obedient slut.
“Yes, Master.” I whispered as the leather kissed my heated skin harshly. “Thank you, Master.”
I heard fabric shift behind me and other muffled sounds. At least the whip was gone. What the fuck was he doing?!
That’s my down fall, I can’t seem to remember to follow commands. I get giddy when we play and I can’t help it! He’s always been sexy to me.
Painted on leather pants that make it seem like he shouldn’t be able to have kids, fishnet wife beater that accents his tanned skin, and combat boots it tie all together. I never get tired of it.
I felt large, warm hands pull back my hip-length pink hair and my vision went black.
“Master,” I whined pathetically, “I hate blindfolds, I want to see you!” I was on the verge of throwing a temper tantrum.
I heard more shifting to my right. “Don’t move until I get back. If I come back and you’ve budged even a bit, you can say goodbye to walking for a while.” He chided. I heard a faint click and silence. He rarely ever lived up to threats like that.
I waited to listen for breathing or any sort of movement. When I heard none, I lifted the blind fold and spun around to look over edge of the bed.
~Kakashi POV~
“You really don’t listen. I thought I told you not to move a muscle.” I seethed. It’s been a year and she still doesn’t understand. What do I have to do.
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