Amaya swallowed the small lump that had formed in her throat, turning her head away from Sasuke, half of her hair still quite long while the other half had been cut.
Amaya's cheeks tinged pink, body as stiff as a board and embarrassment showing on her face. "Get your hands off of me." She hissed and stepped off of the wooden stretcher.
Amaya bore her teeth at Sasuke, tugging hard on the straps pinning her to the table. "You know, I know you liked to suck dick, but I sure hope you haven't forced Sanada into the same position I am now, though it would really surprise me."
Amaya shivered faintly, cheeks growing a deep red at the small show of affection, even though it was more than likely false. "Do not tease me like this, Sarutobi."
"You like it, though~ teased and tortured~ yearning for an intimate touch but finding no one worthy enough to give you the pleasure you desire~ the sweet, raw passion of real love making~"
"I think you wouldn't mind if I took you right here, would you~? Bound and helpless as I made you moan and give you the pleasure you've longed for~" He purred huskily