I was away at college/university for almost 7 years before returning to Konohagakure. I moved back in with my brother and got a part time job to start saving money. I had plans for a future. A career. A place to call my own. A car. A husband. A fami...
Friday came and I was a bundle of nerves. Madara, once again, had selected my dress for the evening. I was changing in the penthouse and waiting for whoever was driving me for the night. Madara had made changes to the security to access his floor, and currently only he, Shisui, Obito, Kisame, and myself could access the penthouse. I was curious about what Izuna would do when he found out, but I guess we'd worry about that later.
My dress was simple, black and elegant. Off the shoulder and a high slit, but nothing too revealing. It was soft against my skin and the note Madara left me hinted at him wanting to feel it slide off of me as he knelt before me. I say hinted, I will love to feel the fabric pool at your feet as I kneel before you, was what the card had said. We were reaching a whole new level of danger.
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The black Louis Vuitton heels were like velvet on my feet, also a recent gift from Madara. The diamond choker, tennis bracelet, and earrings were early Christmas presents, he insisted, but I had a feeling there would be more gifts at Christmas. He was being a doting boyfriend, loving and kind even, aside from in the bedroom. No marks were left on my body, he made sure of that, he also made sure I know who I belonged to. I was beginning to wonder if he knows about my visits with Obito, but if he did, he never said anything.
Madara has asked me to go for a darker makeup look, a smokey eye, and deep red lipstick, so I obliged. He also likes it when my hair was curled into long ringlets and pinned to one side, so once again, it was swept up to the left. I had a suspicion the Senjus would be coming so I did everything that was asked of me. I also read over his list of songs he wished for me to sing, five, only five songs on tonight's setlist. One wasn't a surprise at all, the others weren't really either though. I hadn't met anyone that I would be working with, and I was slightly nervous about that.
The second I slipped my heels on and grabbed the Chanel clutch the door opened. Obito froze in the doorway as he looked at me. His eyes dance across my body and my teeth grazed my lip as I saw the hunger in his eyes. This was an unusual way for me to dress and makeup out of character, but I knew I still looked devilish.
"Madara's taste looks good on you," I frowned at his words and he gave me a soft chuckle. "You look... I can't even find the right words."
"That's a little better," I stuck my tongue out and walked up to him. I stopped in front of him and placed a hand on his chest, "I prefer your taste."
I went to pull my hand away but his warm touch on my wrist stopped me. He rubbed his thumb over the bracelet and glanced down at it. "I prefer yours." I went to respond but clamped my mouth shut and felt a blush creep up, I realized what he meant. "It's difficult to make you blush, but it's so worth it when you do."
These moments were rare, but we allowed the flirting to happen, even if Madara would likely find out. "One day I'll manage to make you blush." I snorted out.
"Are you ready?" His thumb moved to the inside of my wrist.
"No," his touch was distracting and I didn't want him to stop.
