The Playroom

Chapter Twelve

“ Y ou’re here early, mister!” I said.

Leo stood in my doorway, thirty minutes ahead of schedule, holding two paper bags of groceries and flashing the world’s most infectious smile.

“My apologies,” he said, his voice warm with amusement, “I stopped by the store and figured I’d make us dinner tonight. Should I leave and come back?”

He made a show of turning away, mocking-regretfully, though his grin didn’t falter. I rolled my eyes, grabbing a fistful of his t-shirt, and yanked him back toward me.

“You’re not going anywhere,” I said, pulling him into a kiss that made my toes curl.

“Mmmm,” I hummed against his lips, savoring the taste, the clean masculine scent of him.

Leo broke the kiss, resting his forehead against mine, “Somebody’s in the mood,” he teased, his breath mixing with mine.

“I just missed you,” I admitted, quietly, as if saying it too loud might shatter the moment, “It’s been a whole week.”

He chuckled, “I missed you, too.”

Grabbing one of the grocery bags from him, guiding us from the doorway to the kitchen, my curiosity grew as I began unpacking the items inside—a chub of ground meat, oatmeal, eggs, brown sugar, ketchup, liquid smoke.

My eyebrows furrowed quizzically at the random items I pulled out from the bag. What is he going to make? I’ve never seen any of these ingredients together for anything.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s on tonight’s menu?”

Leo looked over with a smile, “Maybe. Or I can torture you, leaving everything in suspense.”

“So mean!” I immediately scoffed.

Leo emptied his bag which contained side fixings and a bottle of wine.

Scooping up one of the bottles, “This I know.”

“Pour me a glass, please.”

I shifted around him grabbing glasses from the cabinet, squeezing his butt in the process that made him jump a little. Couldn’t resist, the man filled out clothes perfectly and his perky ass was asked to be grabbed-among other things.

As I was pouring the wine, Em’s words surfaced reminding of what potentially could happen if Leo and I were ever to cross that bridge. Sharing him isn’t ideal and I'm unable to fathom knowing he’d be spending certain nights or even days in the playroom with someone who isn’t me.

“Has it been that kind of a day?” Leo said, snapping me out of my deep thought and looking at the glass that was nearly filled to the brim.

“Shit!”

I hastily place the bottle down on the counter and start pouring some of the excessive wine into the other glass evening them out. My efforts to avoid any sort of Em related recollection came short lived and here I am looking like a complete lush in front of Leo.

“Is everything okay?” He asked.

“Totally,” I said, grabbing a paper towel to wipe up the streamed wine down the side of the glass.

Leo was not buying it.

“Want to tell me what’s on your mind?”

It’s too early to have this conversation, especially when I just got introduced to the playroom and I’ve yet to explore what it means to be submissive. I know this muscular man who I can’t seem to stop thinking about would understand, and yet at the same time, the conversation could go extremely south. It’s not like I exposed him to Emily, knowing that she’s a member at Wonderland.

“Hey,” Leo said, grabbing my hand into his.

“It seems like you need to talk.”

As Leo’s hands intertwine with mine, I feel a sense of trust and ease wash over me. It makes me want to open up and share the conversation I had with Em, but I immediately hold back-it wouldn’t be fair to expose her like that to him. Though there is something I’ve been wanting to talk to him about since being in the playroom.

“When we were in the playroom, I felt your dominant side coming out and it was such a turn on, let me tell you. I just want to be able to match that same energy and don’t think I can.”

“I’m not following,” Leo said, turning his head in my direction.

Worry clouded his eyes as he tugged on his bottom lip, trying to make heads or tails of my idiotic rambling. Despite holding an English degree and having edited books by major authors, I struggle to convey the right words about how I don’t entirely feel like a submissive lover.

“What I’m trying to say is that I’m not sure why I can’t embody a submissive as...as me,” I said, trying to phrase it another way.

He pulled my hands around his neck and then his hands around my waist, he pulled me close, “I get what you're saying and may have something in mind to easily remedy this.”

“What?” I quickly say.

“All in good time,” Leo responded, giving me a kiss and releasing me from his grip, turning away to focus on dinner preparations.

“You can’t tell me something and leave me hanging in the dark, mister man!”

“And why not?” he asks.

Usually I’m spot on with my comebacks and yet I had nothing. Think Drew, think! My focus was stolen by Leo’s muscular back and broad shoulders stretching out his t-shirt ready to bust at the seams any given moment. Every muscle looked like hills and mountains of terrain needing to be explored.

“Cat got your tongue?” he says in a light chuckle.

Not exactly.

My hands tenderly extended, profoundly kneading his shoulders. They were unyielding and taut beneath my touch. Gradually, with meticulous pressure from my thumbs, I endeavored to alleviate the tension, feeling him gradually relax.

Leo emitted a soft, gratified moan.

“I knew there was a reason I liked you,” Leo said, in a breathy response.

“Oh, is this the only reason?”

I drifted to the nape of his neck where I continued my gentle ministrations. Each movement soothing, aimed to bring nothing but pleasure. His breath grew deeper and more rhythmic.

“No, that’s not all,” Leo said, letting out another moan, “I can’t get enough of your lips.”

A sly smile played on my lips as I leaned closer, my breath warm against his ear.

“Is that so?” I whispered, my fingers dancing along his spine.

Leo’s eyes fluttered closed, and he tilted his head more to the side, exposing more of his neck, “Mmm, definitely,” he murmured.

I placed a gentle kiss at the base of his neck, my lips brushing against his skin featherlight softness caressing the sensitive spots just beneath his ears.

His smile widened and his eyes closed remaining focused on exploring every sensation as he leaned in silently begging for more.

“Kiss me,” he demanded.

As he leaned back, I gently placed my fingers along the side of his strong jawline guiding him only to stop short, nearly brushing our lips together.

“All in good time,” I tell him.

Pulling away, I head to my bedroom taking off my shirt in the process. If he wants to play the teasing game, then we can play. Leo’s eyes followed my every movement as I sauntered towards the bedroom, his anticipation palpable in the air. I felt my breath hitch—a mix of frustration and excitement mingling together.

Glancing over my shoulder, catching the longing in his gaze, his smirk couldn’t be helped. In my bedroom, I let my shirt drop to the floor along with any other obstructing clothing, feeling the cool air kiss my skin.

My room was a haven of comfort filled with a subtle scent of lavender and eucalyptus. Leo’s playroom scent was very much dominant territory while my space of intimacy was softer and yet still masculine.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Leo flirtatiously yelled from the kitchen.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” I yelled back.

Turning the shower on and adjusting the temperature until it was perfect, I stepped beneath the steam, the hot water cascading over my skin like a lover’s touch. The sensation was mesmerizing, a sultry echo of the way Leo’s eyes linger on me—burning with a tantalizing blend of desire and playful mischief.

I close my eyes, leaning my head back letting the water soak my hair while I exhale slowly.

“Feel better?” Leo said.

Startled by the sound of voice, I opened my eyes to find Leo leaning on the wall holding the shower curtain slightly open with his hand, still fully dressed, ”A little,” I said.

He stepped forward, slipping into the shower, the rush of water soaking through his clothes, especially his t-shirt clinging to his chest. His hand claimed the back of my neck, firm and possessive, closing the distance between us in two strides capturing my lips in a deep kiss in the process—both tender and demanding, as our tongues danced around.

My fingers tangled in his wet hair as the kiss intensified-the steam creating a cocoon that heightened every second.

Breaking the kiss, our eyes met while my hands slipped under his drenched shirt, feeling his hard pecs beneath.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I teased breathlessly as we broke apart.

With a swift movement, he raised his arms, letting me peel it off him. The fabric hit the shower floor with a thud and then thud again when his jeans dropped.

“Commando, I see,” I said, looking down at his semi-hard dick.

He said nothing other than kicking the wet clothes near the wall, keeping us from tripping over. His soothing hands were everywhere at once sending electric jolts through my body. I let out a soft moan, tilting my head back, surrendering to his advances. Leo kissed a trail from my jawline down to my collarbone, his stubble grazing my skin in a way that made my toes curl, a promise of more to come.

My fingers continue to run through his hair, pulling him closer, needing more of his touch.

“Leo”, I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper.

The water continued to pour over us, a steady rhythm as his hands moved lower, gripping my thighs, hoisting me up where my legs wrapped around his waist, watching his arms bulge holding me up.

“Don’t stop,” I pleaded.

He smiled, a slow, sensual curve of his lips.

With one of his hands free, he opened it in front me instructing me to spit into it. Doing so, Leo did the same taking our combined fluid and rubbing it over his hard cock and my hole.

His eyes never left mine as he slowly began to enter me, hitching his breath as he pushed past my tight entrance while my nails dug into his shoulders burying myself in him.

The world outside the shower ceased to exist; there was only Leo, his touch, his kiss, his presence overwhelming my senses.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” He said, his voice a husky whisper.

Just as before, I couldn’t form any words as his dick was hitting my g-spot causing my eyes to roll into the back of my head.

“No more games,” he murmured, “I don’t play them.”

I nodded, “No more games.”

“Good.”

“Fuck me,” I begged.

Leo’s lips found mine again as he thrusted, our flesh slapping together as his cock filled me roughly. Picking up the pace, I moaned loudly, my voice echoing through the room. I could feel the pleasure building inside me, a rising tide that threatened to consume me whole.

“You’re making me feel good,” Leo said, in between breaths.

I bit my bottom lip hard, breathing out of my nose harshly, “Mmmhmm.”

He was making my heart race and my toes curl at the same time as he pumped inside, stretching me out with every inch hitting my prostate over and over again. I couldn’t help but let out a series of gasps and heavy breaths.

He knew exactly what he was doing—every stroke sent sparks shooting through me, his cock finding that perfect spot again and again, coaxing cries from me through that I couldn’t stifle if I tried. But just when the heat became almost unbearable, his pace slowed. His movements turned.

Gasping at the sudden shift, the edge of my orgasm retreating just enough to leave me trembling with unfulfilled need, “Leo…” I whispered, soft with a plea, wanting him to take me over the edge.

“I want you on all fours,” Leo growled, gently letting me down from his arms.

Turning around, I rested an arm on the shower wall for stability and Leo positioned himself closely behind, feeling small grazes of his body against mine.

Looking slightly back, my sight caught him cupping his dick catching the large amount of spit that left his mouth and lathering it before circling the tip off his dick and guiding his girth back inside of me.

We both let out pleasurable moans. Him feeling every inch of me and I feeling every inch of him. My muscles clenching around him being stretched once again sent my body in an overwhelming overdrive of tittering between wanting to blow my load right now or ride him out until he blows his load in me.

“Pull my hair,” I demanded.

Thrusting even harder, Leo’s fingers threaded into my hair and clutched yanking my head back roughly.

“Oh fuck yes!” I let out. “Slap my ass!”

What the hell has come over me? Sex with other guys has never brought out this Drew before. Out of nowhere, an irresistible craving within me, a hunger for raw intensity, for the kind of roughness that makes you feel powerless under someone else’s control. I’m not just asking—I’m demanding the sweet sting of pleasurable pain, the kind that leaves you aching for more.

Leo began slapping not only one ass cheek, but the other one as well, probably leaving a red hand print as a reminder of my request. I’ve only asked one other man to smack my ass during sex, he figured that actually hitting with everything he got was what I wanted and since then, it was never asked for again, from him or anyone. Something deep down told me to ask Leo once again, and I’m glad I did.

The way he does it leaves a nice sting and numbness, followed by a warmth on my cheek. Watching his look almost looks primal, with a huge grin that just screams “fuck yeah” while doing it.

As he began to let out a low, guttural growl, I knew he was getting close to coming. I reached back and grabbed both of his arms and pulling him close to me leaving no room between us, wrapping his bulging body around me.

My words were barely audible over the sound of our heavy breathing and running water, but they spoke volumes.

“Cum for me,” Leo commanded.

Hearing those words, Leo’s resolve shattered like glass. His hips bucked wildly, slamming into my ass with each powerful thrust. His growls turned into incoherent roar, punctuated by gasps for air.

The water that had been gently massaging our bodies now turned into a torrential tempest as we struggled to stay connected amidst the chaos that was our lovemaking.

Our bodies became one, a single entity lost in the blinding heat of our shared desire. I could feel the surge of energy coursing through him, threatening to break free and claim us both in its wake. With each passing moment, his dick pounded me like a war drum.

“I’m gonna fucking cum!”

“Fucking breed my ass,” I say, my hand now over ass.

Leo’s cock throbs deep inside me, now stretching me out to unprecedented levels of pleasure. I feel the walls of my hole quivering in anticipation of his creamy load.

My moans become louder and more frenzied as my body starts to writhe beneath him as our orgasmic dance reaches its peak. Leo lets out a final roar before pumping his hot seed into me. I tighten my hole even more around his cock, milking every drop out of him.

“Did you come?” Leo asks, resting himself on me, giving butterfly kisses on my shoulder.

“No, but it’s okay,” I tell him in between breaths.

“Unacceptable,” he quickly responds.

Gripping me, we pull back from the wall releasing my engorged cock that was pressed up against it.

“Jerk yourself off. I’m still hard enough to stimulate your prostate more,” he said.

He reached over my shoulder placing his hand on my pec massaging my nipple while the hand found its way over my toned stomach pressing lightly leaving no space still.

“Show me how you pleasure yourself,” he insisted.

I nodded in agreement, gripping my throbbing erection. Leo watched intently, his eyes filled with lust. As my hand moved up and down my shaft, he trailed over my chest, teasing my nipple bringing small pinches of pain—the same delicious sting I’d felt when his palm had struck my ass. Pleased with what I was doing, he pressed forward, the head of his still engorged cock easing into my tight hole. My body clenched and quivered, as his thrusts were perfectly angled to hit my prostate.

If he wanted to go another round, I was more than ready. Hell, maybe he already was—his lingering touch and the way his eyes roamed over me made it clear he wasn’t done. Either way, I’d take whatever he wanted to give.

With each stroke, my build up intensified as little moans escaped me. Something about his hand on my stomach created a sensation of belonging, making me feel secure and wanted. This feeling brings an unknown presence in me needing to be explored, among other things.

“I’m right on the edge of coming,” I told Leo, knowing that any second my seed would spew.

My grip tightened around my length, stroking it faster.

“I want to see you cum,” Leo whispers in my ear, pinching my nipple more frequently, sending sparks of pleasure.

“Oh fuck!” I roared.

My cock exploded, spilling my cum much more than I had ever released before. Leo and I both looked down at the white ropes of cum that not only coated my stomach, but someone how reached the shower wall.

“I’m gonna cum too,” Leo said.

My eyes widened in surprise, Leo barely did anything and here he was fill

His lips met mine for a gentle kiss, “That was hot,” his voice filled with awe.

I was lost in the aftershocks resting my head against the shower wall unable to respond to his comment as it took a lot out of me.

The steam from the shower started to dissipate and just cold water was now falling on us, Leo quickly turned it off grabbing a few towels from nearby.

“Everything okay?” he said, placing a towel over me.

“Mmmhmm. Just really intense,” I told him.

My legs began to tremble, almost giving out under me. Thankfully, Leo noticed and supported me, carrying me in his arms from the shower to my bed and gently placing me at the edge adjusting the towel around me..

This man stood before me, another sight of him completely Adonis-like as the water streamed down his body, dripping off him and onto my hardwood floors. I didn’t care at the moment as I wanted to get another good look at Leo, burning it into my memory.

“Is having sex a bit much for you?” Leo asked, brushing wet hair from my forehead.

“The sex is wonderful. It’s going to take some time for me to build up some stamina,” I said, looking at him.

A small smile tugged on my face.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?”

“This is the second time where dinner was introduced and both times us ditching the meal and fucking.”

He chuckled at my revelation, making a gesture with his head that I wasn’t wrong.

Leo knelt, staring into my eyes, “It’s the most interaction I’ve gotten with someone.”

“Really? That can’t be right, guys probably pour themselves all over you.”

“Yes. None of them have what I want. Plus, they can’t measure up to my Drew.”

“Your Drew?”

“If you’ll have me as your boyfriend, that is?”

Boyfriend?

His Drew?

We looked at each other, pausing as time stood still and I know there’s a blank stare facing Leo. I controlled my body’s reaction in efforts to not show my unsureness. There hasn’t been time for me to really talk about my concerns or even considered boundaries.

“I don’t know if I can be your boyfriend,” I blurted out, without finishing a thought or thinking what my next step would be.

“What do you mean?” Leo said, placing his hand over mine, genuinely interested in knowing.

In the reception area when we first met, his demeanor was completely opposite, he gave a direct cold stare with no intention of letting up expecting you to explain yourself. Versus now, where he is completely soft, all barriers down, and inviting feelings—it’s utterly night and day.

“A couple of things have been weighing on me,” I expressed.

“I’m all ears,” he said, adjusting his legs so he would be sitting on his legs.

Biting my bottom lip, I didn’t know where to start. How do I even start? There’s the possibility that right here, right now this conversation could lead to us going separate ways.

“So, first things first, do you know how hard it is keeping you and Wonderland separate when talking to my friends?” I ask.

“I’m not following. I don’t see how Wonderland has to do with sharing our relationship..."

He stopped mid-sentence.

Raising an eyebrow in the process.

“Unless they already know and are a member...” Leo added, his voice laced with suspicion.

Pursing my lips together, my eyes widened a bit with a nod solidifying his accusation. Now here comes the exorbitant amount of questions that follow that I have to tip-toe around.

“I can see the tight spot you're in.”

“Yeah,” I confirmed.

“What concerns do you have?”

“There’s this friend that is extremely happy and supportive of me, though has provided simply if you and I don’t work out as dom and sub, potentially a third will be needed to fulfill wants and needs I can’t meet,” I said, looking down and fidgeting with my fingers.

Leo’s eyes softened as he listened. He seemed to process each word carefully before responding and took a deep breath, speaking with a calm tone.

“Understandably, this might be a lot to take in and I’m completely okay with what you’ve told me,” he said, lowering his head until he locked eyes with me, trying to gauge my feelings, “I want you to know that I’m totally invested wanting us to work, which I think things are going rather well.”

“I agree,” a smile tugging at my lips.

“When it comes to my needs and desires, there isn’t going to be someone else,” Leo said, cupping my chin in his hand getting close, “You and you alone is what I want. My desires will get met one way or another. If you haven’t already noticed, I’m more of a relationship man myself than someone who humiliates my partners. There’s a different need and can only be met with one person.”

Having Leo tell me, almost vulnerably, is making me rethink what Em has told me. Why would she want to sabotage something amazing I have? It makes me think she’s been through that situation causing such impact from the situation. Talking it out with Leo, has really set my mind at ease knowing our relationship will not be solely around me calling him sir and him calling me boy.

“Thank you,” I told him, pressing my lips against his, “It makes me feel better after what you said.”

“I'm glad. If you don’t have to decide, if you need more time and feel it’s too soon, I can be patient.”

I nod.

“And when you’re ready, I want all your worlds to coexist on the same plane,” Leo said, rising gracefully from the floor.

I clutched the towel tighter around me, standing as well. My voice came out soft, almost hesitant, “What are you saying?”

He stepped closer.

His arms slid around me, firm yet gentle, drawing me into his embrace. The heat of his bare skin pressed against mine, seeping through the fabric of the towel.

“What I’m saying,” he started, “is that it’s time to tell your friends about me. Keeping this a secret is only hurting you. And that’s the last thing I want.”

Hearing Leo offer his anonymity for the sake of making my life easier melted the tightness in my chest as relief spread through me.

“And,” Leo continued, tilting his head slightly, “Whenever you feel ready to make things official...there’s no rush." His fingers gently tilted my chin up until our eyes met, his gaze steady.

He then leaned in, his lips meeting mine in a kiss that was slow, as if pouring every unspoken thought into that moment.