🕙10:00 PM
I'm lost somewhere far away, but I can still hear the clatter of tires on a dark road, the turn signal, and all the car traffic... I have no idea how long we've been driving — approximately 20 minutes. Time has slowed. I relieve stress by taking in the scenery, the lights outside the passenger window, and the other drivers who pass us by. Why did it all make me so nervous? I ruined everything with my grimaced face. Why am I acting like this? My mind has been full of anxiety, doubt, and confusion for the past few days. I feel like I'm in a dark place and can't find my way out. I'm struggling to make sense of my emotions and overwhelmed by the amount of pain I'm feeling. I'm emotionally shattered and don't know how to put the pieces back together. I'm trying to find the strength to keep going, but it's difficult to be optimistic when I feel lost and helpless.
Madara stopped at a red light and looked at her. It's like she doesn't notice anything around her. We drive in silence for twenty-five minutes. She needs to be more talkative now. What's going on with you, lovely? He thought.
"How are you feeling? You've been quiet." He questioned.
"Аh!?" I got shaken up.
"I'm fine. I'm just a little tired. I'm sorry, I've been deep in my thoughts." I mumble.
Madara stated. "Haruko, you don't want to tell me what's happening..."
She interrupted him.
"Oh! God, I almost missed where I had to get off! Stop right there by the torch..."
Uchiha reflect. I realized she wasn't going to give me any answers. Madara sighed and glanced at her with some displeasure.
The car came to a halt and stopped next to apartment complexes.
"We're here," Haruko said, her voice low and husky.
Madara switched off the ignition. "Do you live here, Haruko?"
"Y-Yes," Staring out the window, I answered with hesitation. "Maybe if I'd lived in that other world..." My voice trailed off, and tears came to my eyes.
"Oh, no... Not now. Why the tears again?" I wiped my eyes feverishly.
Madara glanced at her with a worried look and spoke. "Haruko..."
Her gaze remained fixed on the window.
"Haruko!" His voice grew rougher. "Look at me!" he demands.
She raised her sight to his.
"Why are you crying?" He required again.
"I must have gotten some speck of dust in my eye. Don't mind me." I lower my gaze down.
"I can't ignore it; I noticed that you changed after that call. Just because I didn't show it doesn't mean I didn't realize it." He said in a stern voice. "I'm a pretty good judge of character."
"That's not surprising. Because of your profession, you must see right through people. Who was I trying to deceive?" My lip trembled in a half smile.
"Are you having family problems?" Madara kept asking.
A moment passed as Haruko stared at him, struggling to find an answer that wouldn't worsen things. "To put it mildly, yes. But I won't discuss it with a man I don't know, sorry. No offense."
He smirked, staring at her, and replied playfully:
"Mm, so that's how it is."
Then he turns his sight to the sidewalks.
"Sorry about my mood. It's not your fault. I'd better go so I don't leave a bad taste after a charming evening..."
Haruko attempts to open the automobile doors, but they are locked.
"W-Wh..? What are you... Why...?" I gazed at him, startled, and my heart beat faster than usual.
"If you think I'm going to let you out of the car that easily, you're wrong." His solemn gaze was straight ahead.
I frowned and got nervous. "What?"I think I made him angry. I feel I'm trapped.
Haruko's mind was blurry.
"Please, Madara, open the doors," I uttered in confusion.
He faced me and said, "We haven't finished what we started."
- and placed his lips to mine.
Their lips parted in a sensitive touch. The kiss began as a gentle peck but quickly became more passionate.
His fingers feel good on my skin. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around him. In a flash, I felt like I wanted a deeper kiss. He was only glad of that.
Madara slid his tongue past her lips into her mouth.
Haruko reflects. Only a step separates an innocent and delicate kiss from an intense, passionate, and hard one. He kissed me with that tongue, and he tasted like honey. His breath was warm on my face as our tongues danced. The taste of him filled my head. It was intoxicating! I couldn't help myself.
I had to touch his body. His chest felt muscular and firm under my fingertips. My fingers softly brushed over his skin as they played with the back of his head. My hand slipped under Madara's shirt and around his neck below his chest to feel his hot body. I moaned deep inside my throat as I kissed him again. His tongue went deeper into my mouth.
The kiss lasted for several minutes before it ended in a gasp from both of them. For some reason, she didn't want him to stop kissing her.
"Your lips are delicious," he said between kisses.
When Madara broke the kiss, I looked at him dazedly. I licked my dry lips. It felt like my heart stopped beating after that long kiss. He wiped a stray strand of hair from my face with his thumb.
I reddened again and turned away, slightly embarrassed by how much I enjoyed that kiss. My entire body felt his kisses. I found it to be intense and sensual at the same time. I thought.
"You got a little too carried away, babe." He smiled, putting his hand on mine, and pulled it away from his chest.
"Don't take off my clothes yet." Madara let out a laugh and began pondering.
A hottie with naughty hands. However, I can't help but like it. Only one push is needed for her to surrender and do what she is led to do...I'm DRIVEN TO DO SO when I'm in the presence of a woman like her. The sound of her breathing excites me. I can hear her heart racing. Her scent made me want more. I wanted to taste every inch of her skin. The thought of taking her naked sent shivers through my body. That hot butt looks fantastic in this tight leather skirt. I'd love to sink my teeth into that. Fuck, I'm getting turned on just thinking about what we could do together. But I won't. I know how to make this work, but I must determine if she wants the same thing. It isn't my intention to take advantage of her. I knew I wanted to claim her as my own. I leaned forward and kissed her again. She moaned softly when my tongue slipped inside her mouth once more. Then, I pulled away.
I raised my hand to her chin and tilted her head to see her face. "Haruko, you're so beautiful."
Madara ran his thumb over her full lips and mused.
I can tell just by looking at her that she loves being touched. Her body is telling me all sorts of things. I'm sure I'll be able to tell what she likes soon enough. There is no doubt that she will give herself entirely to my desires. I want her to experience fun beyond anything she has ever imagined. I will teach her what it's like to be dominated by a man. I want her to understand what giving up all control to a lover means. She will cum for me over and over again. I want to hear her scream with pleasure. When I think of the sounds she makes during the climax, I get horny. It feels so good to picture myself fucking her intensely and hard. Imagining such nasty things is very addictive. Yeah, I'm dirty as hell when it comes to sex. That's how I am. Sexual dominance and intensity are rewarding to me. I know there's nothing wrong with doing something that gives me satisfaction. I want the freedom to do anything I want when I want. The filth in me has no shame or guilt attached to it.
She smiled shyly at him.
"Ah!" It seemed as if I had awoken from a dream. I licked my lips and swallowed hard.
"T- Thank you, handsome." I blurted out and realized what had happened.
She's engrossed in thoughts. What am I doing? I am trying to remember if I blushed. It took me by shock. My reaction took me by surprise. I was on fire too quickly. I was speechless, felt so dirty, and acted like a girl of easy virtue. I'm hypnotized by one touch of his lips, and my soul goes to heaven. That's not good. My thirst for attention makes me easily exploited. Damn. But I loved it...does that mean I'm wrong? Good and evil are subjective, aren't they?
I gasped and stared at him. A blush crept up my neck to my cheeks.
Am I a slut? Is that what he wants me to be? He made me feel this way. Madara made me crave more. Now I know how a woman feels when she gives herself to a man for the first time...What do women experience in bed with men? Do they enjoy being submissive? I've always wondered about this. Does it hurt? How painful is it? It can be painful for some virgins, I've heard. This is all new to me. But I know, for sure, that I want him to be my first. I want to explore myself with his help. Maybe he can teach me things I've never experienced before. I've always wanted to try new things: the fear, the excitement, the arousal. The thought of having sex with him just crossed my mind.
A single tear rolled down Haruko's cheek. Her heart pounded furiously, and her breathing was rapid.
Madara wiped a tear on my cheek with his thumb and muttered softly, "I wasn't planning on going any further than a kiss. You are very quick to get hot and bothered.
Just like me, he thought, then resumed. "I'm sorry if I broke your rule or infringed on your values. You can punch me in the face; that would be a legitimate reaction. I deserve it." He turned his cheek, pointing at it, and squinted. "Just don't hit it hard."
Haruko muses. He's so lovely and considers my feelings. It's the first time my feelings bother anyone, even if it's indirect, and he has his agenda. For the first time, no one is pressuring me. For the first time, I feel so comfortable around someone. For the first time, I wasn't being used. For the first time... I feel... safe around him."
I lifted my hand and gently brushed it across his cheek, laughing. "Are you a masochist or a BDSM fan?"
"Oh my. What kind of talk is going on..." His eyes became devilishly wicked.
"For an inexperienced girl, you seem pretty sharp." On his face, he gently grips my hand.
"I'm unsure if I should be flattered by that...or embarrassed." I sheepishly murmur.
"Both," With a smile on his face, he said, then suddenly I pulled away, breaking the moment.
"So, what are you into?" He asked while I looked down at my hands.
I didn't say anything right away. I could feel him staring at me, waiting for me to answer. There's something about how he looked at me...it sent tingles through my body. It felt like electricity running through my veins.
"Tell me," he spoke lightly.
I blushed. "I was just curious about a lot of things, reading and...- "
"And..?" He raised an eyebrow with interest.
"You make me wanna be somebody I am not. It's the way I behave when I'm around you. Madara, you have an unusual effect on me, a new opening in my life."
He grins. "You've made me feel very pleased. So, after a kiss, I'm not a stranger, am I?" He said it smugly. "Does that mean you can tell me what happened?"
"You're a sly one." I looked at him catlike and responded. "No. I'm sorry."
His eyes narrowed slightly. "Oh, that's it! To be considered your acquaintance, I must sleep with you, right?"
She cringed with embarrassment as her stomach cramped.
"Pervert!" I shouted.
"In nature, nothing is ugly. It's only a matter of taste." Madara shrugs. "I know. You think I'm an obnoxious pervert, but that's only because you don't understand me." He grins wryly. "That is all there is to it. Don't worry about my intentions. I'll explain everything later," he promised solemnly.
The tension was defused by laughing out loud. She caught her breath and looked at him with joy.
"A smile suits you; do it more often." He pointed out.
"I'm sorry, Madara, but it's very complicated. I have to go." I commented.
"I'll let you out," he said, smiling, and pressed the remote control of his car, and the door opened. "I don't want to pressure you." Madara got out and opened the door for me.
"Please," he took my hand.
"What a gentleman you are." Giggled, I said.
"Not always," he admitted. "I do it to make a good impression."
"Pfft!" I burst out laughing. "How straightforward. You don't know how to take a compliment."
"Maybe." He mocks.
"You could've lied for the decency of it." I wink.
"I stayed honest instead of lying... the truth is my favorite." He concluded.
"Your straightforward honesty and self-righteousness are admirable." I acknowledged.
"I am always for honesty." He laughed.
"A question occurred to me. Which side of you is more dominant? The rough side or the more gentle side?"
"Probably more the first one."
I glanced at him curiously.
Madara continued. "But, I can be gentle if the situation demands it. In bed, for example."
My cheek flushed, and I asked. "Do you always reduce all conversations to sex? Does that question sound familiar? That was your question to me earlier. You're the same." I taunted him.
"Yes, but it's because you're a very seductive woman. We are two peas in a pod." He grinned and resumed. "But I don't think I can do it tonight," Madara looked intently into her eyes when he made this statement. Haruko could not help trembling but kept her expression indifferent and didn't glance away from his look.
"Are you trying to get me turned on?" I purred.
"You've been horny for a long time now, babe." Madara noticed.
He's got a point. I flustered. "Ah! Well then," I chuckled in surprise at his frankness. He no longer tried to hide his desire for me. My cheeks burned again when I remembered how badly we had misread each other. We were both so caught up in our thoughts before.
I stumbled back and grabbed one side of his shirt collar. He catches me again.
"Watch out Haruko." He insisted.
I pressed against his chest. I could hear his steady heartbeat. His warm breath caressed my face. I looked into his eyes, and a wave of emotions passed through me as we stared at each other.
"It seems like you try to undress me all the time." A scoff escaped his lips.
"I do?" I asked, looking down at myself.
"Yes!" he replied, "You keep trying to remove my clothes every chance you get."
"Well... it's because..." I stammered.
"Because it makes your heart beat faster?" He interrupted.
"That too." I giggled. "I don't do it on purpose. When I fall, I have to grab onto something; it's a reflex. I wobbled as if I had been drinking." I mumble.
His hand slid under my arm, and he pulled me closer to him. His cologne filled my nose, and I felt my body tingle excitedly. I wanted to melt into him. As if sensing my unspoken desires, he leaned in towards me. It was hard for me to breathe. It looked as if he would kiss me, but then he hesitated. Madara pulled away from me just an inch. His fingers brushed my cheek tenderly, and I shivered.
It's so sweet and vulnerable now to see Haruko in this state. What is she thinking? I wish I knew.
He looked at me, and I thought. I wanted to snuggle against him, that's all. I just wanted to burrow into his arms and hide from the world.
"Take it easy, angel," Madara whispered, wrapping his arms around me.
Did he reread my mind? How did he know I needed it now? I relaxed and hugged him tightly, as if for the last time. It feels so good, and for a moment, I forget everything but this feeling of being held by someone. How he has me close and wraps his arms around me makes me feel secure. In his arms, I feel protected. It's incredible how big and broad his back is. His chest is so firm beneath my cheek as he cradles me against him. He's warm, and there's something about Madara I've never experienced before - a sense of peace.
"No matter what's going on with you, everything will be all right, Haruko," he murmurs.
I squeeze my eyes shut as tears slip out beneath my eyelids. Those simple, hackneyed words, which I had heard a million times, were unique from his lips.
We stood silently pressed against each other for several minutes. I felt so safe in his embrace.
I smiled up at him. "I have to go... Thank you a lot."
"Certainly." He gave me a grin.
I took a few steps away from him.
"Do you want me to walk you out?"
"No, I'll take it from here."
"Afraid I'll find out where you live?" He sneered.
"I bet you could easily discover it." I waved at him from the back.
"Hey, what's your phone number?"
She rolled to face him and shouted from afar.
"You're a cop; you can do your investigation."
"What a girl! I'll scout it out." Madara said and walked away.
I waited until the car was out of sight.
Haruko went to the door at the entrance of the house and cried.
If I ever see you again... I doubt it...I don't want to give false hopes.
Why should I play these games with myself? I feel broken.
She sat down by the wall and wrapped her arms around her knees.
