Konoha Times {OC x Various} Naruto AU

Chapter 38 🍋

She saw Madara walking in her direction from the other side of the room. Her view was blocked by another Uchiha.

"Itachi," she smiled.

"Miss Umino. May I have this dance."

Nami held out her hand. She didn't know what came over her as this couldn't possibly end well. Itachi made it a point to put his hand lower than appropriate on Nami's back. They swirled in with the crowd of dancers before Madara could tear them apart. He was enraged.

"I may have gotten you into trouble."

"I got myself into trouble the minute I moved back to Konoha."

"How so?"

"Two ex-boyfriends, my current jealous boyfriend, and the two men who gave me the best sex of my life are all on the same dancefloor together."

"Why Madara?"

Nami looked down, unable to hold back tears, she whispered, "I don't know."

Itachi wiped her tears and kissed her forehead, "Everything will work itself out Nami. Stay strong."

The song ended and Madara was by her side. He glared at Itachi.

"Hello Uncle. Thank you for allowing me a dance with Miss Umino. Goodnight," Itachi kissed her hand and walked away. He seemed to just disappear.

She was left with Madara who caressed her cheek as the next song began. The couple danced together, Madara holding Nami so tightly, she could hardly breathe. They were silent throughout each song.  Nami was reaching the end of her social battery.

"Can we please leave after this?"

"Yes. We have much to discuss anyways."

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Nami had been silent during the entire car ride. They were not headed to the suites. Instead, Madara drove to his country house. It was private and since no one lived nearby, it was sound proof.

As they walked inside, Nami started to shake. She felt like a child awaiting punishment. When Madara closed the door she turned to look at him.

"Madara, I'm – "

"Very popular. I hardly saw you," Madara stepped closer and held her shoulders.

"I'm sorry."

"You were the perfect host tonight."

Nami stood still, thoughts racing, as Madara removed her dress straps and undid the zipper of her dress. He moved his large hands over her smooth curves. The realization hit her like a brick. Madara Uchiha was the darkness. Nami was now aware of the game she would have to play to find her way back to the light.

He led her into his bedroom, leaving a trail of clothing behind them. He backed her onto the bed and looked her in the eyes.

"I told you that you are all mine. It would seem you need a reminder of this."

She started to speak but his lips crashed into hers. He was moving roughly. The air was intense and heavy.

"Stay here," Madara said as he went to the closet. He returned with a box, "Hold out your hands."

Nami's eyes went wide as she saw the restraints he held. He didn't even look at her as he hooked the other end of the restraints to the bed posts. As angry as she was with the deceit and lying, she felt a pool between her thighs forming. Nami reached out to Madara who tied her tightly, making his jealous rage clear now.

She was now tied by her wrists and ankles. Madara was above her and he seemed to double in size, his anger driving him mad with lust. He started at her neck, kissing and biting. His warm mouth trailed down her body, in contrast to the cool spring air that filled the room through the open window. Nami wiggled her wrist out of habit just trying to touch his hair, even though she was bound to the head board.

"Madara, untie my hand, I want to feel you."

"You didn't want that earlier when you danced with my nephew."

"Mad – ahh – ra!" Nami whispered as he ran his tongue over her sensitive bud. "I'm sorry."

"I don't want your apologies Nami," Madara inserted two fingers into Nami, his warm thumb over her wet bud, "What I want... is to be the only man you dance with."

One hand had a grip on her breast, the other moved in and out of her womanhood. Madara, his face set like stone, watched as she squirmed in the ties. He felt her tighten around his fingers as whispered moans escaped from her lips. Her legs tried to close and her arms pulled against the restraints. She came onto his hand and his wrist, soaking the sheets below them in the process.

"You feel so good."

Madara didn't respond. He undid the ties around her ankle and flipped Nami onto her tummy, then pulling her up onto her knees, the ties around her wrists held her still. Her firm, round ass stuck out for him. He could not get the image of Itachi's hand just above her bum in the low cut dress she wore earlier. Itachi had already seen her without the dress and this infuriated him. Madara spanked her, hard, leaving a red hand print. She let out a gasp as he held her hips and lined himself up to her entrance.

Madara didn't hold back as he thrusted himself into Nami. With each thrust he felt his anger melt; yet, there was still so much of it. One hand had a death grip on her hip, the other reached around to stimulate her bud once more.

"Madara! Ah fuck!"

"Say my name again."

"Ah, Madara!"

He was so hard, it hurt to stop while he untied Nami. Once free, she reached behind her and ran her fingers through his hair. He gripped the hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her against his chest.

Against her ear, he whispered, "Who am I?"

"Madara. Uchiha."

"Who are you?"

"Nami."

Madara threw her forward and pulled her hips back onto his cock. He thrusted into her and stopped, "You're mine!"

"Yes! Fuck me, please!"

Again, he pulled her up to his height, "Who am I?"

"Madara Uchiha."

"Who are you?"

"Yours."

He kissed her neck and turned her over on her back. Pinning one of her arms up, he allowed Nami to keep one hand tangled in his dark hair. Nami had her legs wrapped around Madara's waist. She pulled his face close to hers and kissed him. He began to move inside her once more.

Nami wished that this was simpler. How she would love to truly belong to him. Yet, during all of this, she kept seeing Tobirama's face. Her voice echoed in her head – yours.

When Madara finished, his rage was gone and only love for the silver haired woman remained. He looked at her wrists which were red. Her hips had finger sized bruising; the red hand print was raised. Her lips were swollen from being kissed and her hair was tangled. His seed was dripping out of her. She let out small pants and his face softened. She learned her lesson.