The Playroom

Chapter Nineteen

“ D rew?” Leo’s voice called out.

I kept my head bowed, my breath shallow, my body attuned to every sound he made in the other room. The low, velvet tone of his voice curled around me like smoke, sending shivers cascading over my skin. I didn’t move—submissives aren’t supposed to be active until being told to and I didn’t dare to disappoint Master Leo. Each second stretched unbearably, the waiting itself a delicious kind of torment.

The glitter mask clung to my face, catching faint light and concealing everything except my breathless vulnerability. Behind it, I felt unmasked in a different way—something I couldn't control, and that, somehow, made me want to surrender completely.

“Drew?” Leo’s voice echoed from the hallway, rich and commanding.

My pulse drummed in my ears hearing his footsteps, each step a sweet agony. Every instinct screamed for me to turn, to catch a glimpse of my master, but I fought it.

The door creaked open, and my heart leaped into my throat. I stared straight ahead to the tall mirror next to the bed, fixed on the dim outline of his reflection, Master Leo’s presence filled the room even before he stepped fully inside.

Noticing me instantly, his steps faltered, and he stopped where he stood—silent, motionless, as if the sight of my submissive posture seized him. Master Leo’s gaze roamed over me slowly.

I didn’t have to look into his eyes to know what I’d find there. The intensity that soon matched the curved dominant smile growing on his face.

Leisurely he circled me, hearing faint rustles of him stripping off his jacket and shirt, tossing them aside along with his shoes hitting the floor—each sound a punctuation of his arrival, his ownership of the space, of me.

His fingers brushed lightly over my hair, tracing a path down to my shoulder, barely touching, sending a slight tremor, almost imperceptible twitch of my muscles.

He stopped in front of me, kneeling down where we were face to face where he placed two fingers under my chin, guiding me face upwards to meet his, our eyes locked.

“Does my bunny want to play?” He said, his voice a velvet purr.

Master Leo traced the outline of my mask where the glittered edge met my skin.

I melt under his touch and beauty.

“Do you know what you look like right now?” He asked, his tone dripping with amusement.

I shake my head, gesturing no.

“Like a gift. Yet, unwrapped, and all mine to take.”

His hand moved lower from my mask, the back of his fingers gliding down my chest, over my abs and waist until he reached my throbbing cock, gripping it firmly in his hand.

I moaned softly to his touch, nearly quivering.

The room shifted from calm to electric, the sexual tension crackling between us like static before a storm.

His words, “like a gift, yet unwrapped, and all mine to take,” reverberated in my head, each syllable wrapping around me like a velvet noose. The way he spoke, like I was something precious, something fragile waiting to be claimed-it made me lustfully quiver.

Master Leo’s breath seared my skin as he leaned closer, a masculine and vinous pull that made my thoughts blue. His fingers tightened around me—not painfully, but enough to feel the pleasurable pain.

He then took his thumb and massaged my glans, working to the tip where he teased and played, causing me to bite my bottom lip.

“Does that feel good?” he asked, a low murmur, the kind that coiled heat in my belly.

I couldn’t answer.

He tilted his head, keeping his eyes locked on mine, studying me with a level of intensity that made my heart stutter in my chest. It was as if he could see through me, past the mask, past the surface, right down the very need that burned inside me.

His thumb moved, a slow stroke along my length that had me whispering a gasp, heat pooling between my legs and growing unbearable. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think-every thought, every coherent word dissolved under the sheer pressure of his touch. My skin prickled with anticipation, the cool air of the room biting at my overheated flesh.

He didn’t rush.

It was part of his mastery, the way he drew things out, coaxing every ounce of desire from me, until I was nothing but need, laid bare for him. His fingers continued their ceaseless exploration, mapping out every ridge and curve, memorizing me in a way that only he could. It was maddening—the way he wielded control over my pleas, my release, always keeping them just out of reach, testing the limits of how far I’d let him push before I finally broke.

“Do you remember your safe word?” He asked.

“Cheshire,” I said, trying to stay focused.

“Good boy,” he commented, “You know, seeing you like this makes you even more beautiful, especially when you’re mine and nobody else's.”

I couldn’t answer.

My body spoke for me, leaning into his touch, seeking more, craving it. Without warning, Leo’s fingers released their grip, and I let out a small whimper at the loss. But I knew he was far from finished.

“Get on the bed,” he demanded.

Slowly getting up off the floor, I eased myself to the edge of the bed, my palms pressing into my thighs, the faint rub of fabric grounding me. His movements were slow, as he rose to his feet. He was close now—so close that the heat of him grazed my skin, his breath brushing on my cheek, just inches away.

“Good boy. Now take off my jeans,” Leo said.

A wicked smile curled at the edge of his lips while my fingers worked to unbutton his jeans. I was slightly trembling from the thrill coursing through me. Towering over me, Master Leo’s brough chest was rising and falling while his stance exuded a composure of sheer power.

With a flick, the button came undone, and I slid the zipper down, savoring the delicious resistance of the denim under my fingertips. As the fabric peeled away, inch by agonizing inch, the hard defining v-lines that guided me down to his thighs. His muscles tenses slightly, sending a subtle thrum to my heart.

Letting them hit the floor, pooling around his feet, he stepped out of them with one foot and used the other to toss them away, his gaze never leaving mine.

Master wore nothing else underneath and his cock was quickly getting harder with every second. He teased me using his dick, brushing softly against my lips and when I wanted more, he pulled away with nothing but his blue eyes starting in my green eyes. I was no longer Drew-I was his, fully, without question or hesitation.

“Get on all fours,” he demanded, in a sinful voice,” Ass in the air, legs spread.”

Obeying him, I shifted positions, facing away from and focusing on the wall ahead and in the mirror. He leaned closer as his hands roamed my body teasingly.

“Perfect,” he said, his voice rich with approval.

Master Leo’s hand hovered just adobe the curve of my cheeks, his thumb teasing my hole, deciding if I was truly ready for his cock.

He began to move, tracing slow, patient circles that sent ripples of sensation outward. It wasn’t hurried, it was an exploration, as if he were memorizing the feel of my body beneath his hand. Every press, every pass of his skin against mine, spoke of owning this moment and owning me.

I bit my bottom lip trying to contain my moan.

Watching him through the mirror, on the wall in front of us, he smiled a wicked grin that sent goosebumps all over my body. The pressure of his thumb remained infuriatingly light, never enough to keep me satisfied.

“So eager, so desperate to be taken. You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” He murmured, his voice low and dangerous.

“Yes, master,” I breathed.

Master Leo got to his knees, taking both hands and spreading my cheeks further apart. He leaned in closer, the warmth of his breath tickling my skin.

“Do you want me to eat you out?” He asked.

“Please,” I softly begged.

His tongue graced me, a featherlight tease, that pulled a soft whimper from my lips. He began his slow assault, swirling his tongue in languid strokes coaxing waves of pleasure deep within me. The sensation was maddening, gentle, yet overwhelming, as he swirled, exploring me with an almost torturous precision.

My body responded to every given movement.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped, as his touches intensified.

My hands gripped the sheets beneath me, attempting to anchor myself to the bed more. It felt so amazing, his tongue was hitting all the right spots-circling my rim, going in and out. The man treated my hole as if it was an aphrodisiac. Hell, this was definitely feeling like one from my perspective.

This man's tongue knew more about what areas that made my eyes roll into the back of my head than my own self and trust me, I’ve played with it more often than not.

“Oh fuck, Master Leo,” I blurted.

“Oh do you like my tongue in your ass?”

“Very much so sir,” I said back, “Please, don’t stop,”

As he chuckled with such delight, the vibration of his laugh tickled my hole enough to make me shiver from pleasure including curling my toes tightly.

Master Leo used growls, sending resonant vibrations to my hole that enhanced the feeling his tongue was doing. And from this, my orgasm started to rise.

I wasn’t ready to cum just yet.

There was so much more I wanted from Master Leo and I sure as hell wasn’t going to ask him to stop. But the deeper he got, it was only a matter of moments.

“Mast...Maste..." I tried to say, my eyes rolling in the back of my head.

And before I think another thought, my cock pumped out large strings of cum getting on myself, the sheets, and a little bit on Master Leo.

My master stopped and leaned back taking a look at the mess he caused, only to lick up the little cum he had on his arm and what was left on my cock, licking his lips.

“I love the way you taste,” he said.

He knelt again, taking my cock into his hands, and licked from the tip of my cock, up my length, and to my hole where he continued to be ravenous.

My breath was shallow and my legs were ready to cave at any moment, but I was completely shocked that I was able to cum without stroking myself. I’ve seen this in porn before or hearing it from other people at parties, but never would I have ever guessed it would happen to me.

“Can my bunny continue?”

Could I?

Usually when I come, I’m spent. Never been one to incite another round of fuckery.

Laying there, catching my breath from the aftermath, my mind was still spinning from the overwhelming sensations Leo had drawn out of me with such precision and care.

The sheets beneath me felt like they were pulling me down, grounding me as my body buzzed with residual heat of climax. I could still feel the ghost of his touch, his tongue, his lips-all of it consuming me.

“Can my bunny continue?” He asked again, his voice smooth, gently but that undertone of authority.

It wasn’t really a question-it never was. He knew I would say yes. I was his; I wanted nothing more than to please him, to give him everything I had, even when I thought I had nothing left.

Breathless, I nodded, still too overwhelmed to form words. My body had a mind of its own now, aching for him in ways I didn’t think where possible.

”This pleases me,” he whispered, “But we're not finished yet.”

Without warning, Master Leo flipped me over to my back and scooped me up in his arms, carrying me from the bedroom and into the living room, where he then gently placed me on the sofa.

“Don’t move.”

“Okay,” I told him.

Watching him swagger off, I couldn’t help but admire his perfectly sculpted, peach-like ass that bounced with stride. One of these days, I’m gonna ask my Master if I could have him sit on my face while I eat him out.

He quickly returned, holding a couple of my ties in my hand, making a detour for the dining area to grab a chair.

“What are those for, sir?” I quizzically said.

He smiled, “Improvising.”

Kneeling once more beside me, his eyes locking with mine, blue and unyielding, “Sit in the chair and place your hands behind you, bunny.” he said, voice soft and leaving no room for argument.

Taking a seat and placing my hands behind me, he worked quickly as he wrapped the silken tie around my wrists, securing me in place. The feeling of restraint, of being bound, sent a thrill through me so powerful it was almost dizzying.

Leo stood again, towering me with satisfaction, his cock still hard and glistening. He circled me, his eyes never left mine, like a panther stalking its prey. The ties dug slightly into my skin, a reminder of my submission, of how thoroughly he owned me in this moment. I let out a shaky breath as the thrill of the unknown washed over me.

He came to a stop in front of me again, his hand reaching out to cup my chin, tilting my head up to meet my gaze. His touch was firm yet gentle, and I leaned into it, desperate for any contact he was willing to give me.

“Please focus,” he said, brushing his thumb over my lower lip, “That’s not what I want from you right now.”

I swallowed hard.

His thumb tracing the curve of my mouth drove me insane. The way he was handling me made me want him even, so much, I decided to use the one thing that wasn’t tied down.

My tongue flicked against the pad of his thumb, tasting the faint salt of his skin. I took him deeper, letting my lips close around it, sucking gently. Master Leo’s hand stilled, hovering just in front of my face as if giving me space to show him what I wanted to offer.

“Mmmmmmm,” he moaned, “You know how to get my dick even harder.”

“I’m ready for something bigger in my mouth, sir,” I suggested.

“Is that so?”

“Yes, sir,” I muttered.

He smiled, brushing his hand against my cheek, “Not tonight, bunny. Remember, I’m in a giving mood.”

What did that even mean?

Was there more to it than just the rimming?

Here I’m thinking the rimming was giving enough as he already made me climax, now it’s his turn to get off and I’m hoping he breeds me to the point where his seed is dripping out of me.

“What I’m about to do, I’ve never done before,” Master Leo said.

He looked at me oddly.

For a minute, he looked as though...as though...he was about to give something up.

“I need you to go slow with me and allow me full control...another reason why your hands are bound behind you.”

“I’m not understanding,” I said.

“Don’t worry, my bunny. I want you to enjoy this, enjoy me. Tell me, where do you keep the lube?”

Softly I said, “Top drawer on the right side of the bed.”

He walked over to the bedside table, sliding the drawer open to find the bottle of lube and closing the drawer. Leo popped the top, squeezing a little until a stream of liquid sluiced out and into his hand before reaching behind to lather his hole. My body responded with readiness, but it wasn’t just about the physical sensation, to him, every moment mattered.

He repeated the same motion, this time reaching behind, preparing himself. His eyes never wavered, and I could see the trust in them—stepping closer, straddling me, he eased down as the head of my cock brushed against him, teasing me.

“Oh, Master Leo,” I moaned.

Every inch of his body hummed with intent as his eyes darkened with want as his lips parted, slightly ready to let any sound escape him. I could see the faint glisten of sweat forming along his collarbone, shimmering in the dim light.

His body sank down, allowing my cock to agonizingly press gently against his entrance. I gasped, my chest tightening, every nerve alight with a sharp, exquisite sensation of him gradually enveloping me. It was heaven and hell, pleasure and torment, as his warmth wrapped around me.

My master held his breath as his grip tightened my shoulder.

He was tight.

Extremely tight.

“Fuck, bunny,” Leo said, lustfully thick.

“Master Leo, you feel so fucking good,” I expressed

He exhaled deeply, settling fully onto me, his muscles tense as the sensation of being inside him was indescribable. His hole squeezed in delicious resistance and my head fell back as I moaned, unable to contain the sheer, visceral pleasure that tore through me.

I can see why he tied my hands.

Bound to the chair, my body was at my master’s mercy, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. The way he said I want you to enjoy this, enjoy me, there was a vulnerability in his tone, something raw and new, and it only made me want him more-to be the one he trusted enough to explore this side of him.

Master Leo let out a soft, broken moan as he adjusted, his body gradually easing, opening to me. His hands were firm on my shoulders still as his eyes fluttered shut. His head tilted back, continuing to ride me, digging more of my cock into his hole—from the looks on his face, it was too much to bear at first, but the more he took, the more the pain turned to pleasure.

”You like my hole,” he rasped, his hips straddled, quickening his pace, “You like the way I’m taking you.”

“Yes, master,” I gasped, my cock throbbing inside him, “Please don’t stop...please.”

With a sudden shift of his hips, he drove down onto me harder, faster and I couldn’t stop the moan that ripped from my throat, my body bowing with the intensity of it.

His weight pinned me down. It was slick with sweat as his hips drove into mine. Each thrust slowed as if he wanted feeling every inch. My nails cracked down his back, but he didn’t let up—didn’t flinch.

Master Leo was relentless now, his pace building, his breaths coming quicker, and I tell from the telltale tremble in his legs, the way his muscles tightened as he chased for his own release.

I was close to cumming again.

Fucking restraints, the things I really wanted to do to Master Leo. My hands would lose all control and touch every part of his sculpted body, leaving nothing untouched.

“Master, I’m...I’m gonna...fuck!”

The words tumbled out of me, letting him know that my cock was reaching orgasmic peak. Master Leo’s hand shot down between us, pulling me out and gripping my cock at the base, holding me back, denying me the release I wanted. He smirked, his eyes blazing with that familiar, wickedness as he leaned down, his lips against mine in a teasing, fleeting kiss.

“Not yet, bunny,” he murmured, “You don’t breed me until I say so.”

I groaned, my body shaking with the effort of holding back, of keeping control when all I wanted was to fucking spew my seed either on him or in him. He waited for a moment until he knew my climax had retreated, then reinserted my cock.

“Please,” I begged and pleaded, “Master, let me come.”

His lips curled into a satisfying grin, leaning down as his mouth captured mine in a possessive kiss. His hips moved faster again, driving me deeper into him, and I could feel the tightening of his hole around my cock, the way he gripped me when he was close to his own release.

“How bad do you want to breed my ass?” he asked, once he broke the kiss.

“So...fucking...bad,” I told him, as growled a bit.

“Cum for me,” he said, against my lips, cupping my face in his hands.

The words were like a trigger, sending me spiraling into oblivion. With a strangled cry, I came, pumping my cum hard into the hole of the man I loved. Master Leo followed in seconds, his body shuddering against mine, spilling all over my chest and on my chin.

We stayed like this for a moment.

“Master?”

“Yes, bunny?” He said, in a shallow breath.

“I would like to be untied,” I said, in between breaths.

He chuckled softly, his voice like silk against my already sensitized skin. He was still catching his breath, the aftermath of our shared release leaving both of us spent and tangled in the heady hazy of ecstasy.

Master Leo bent down and undid the ties that bound my wrists. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, and when my arms were finally free, I stretched them out. The freedom felt intoxicating, yet there was one thing almost bittersweet about it-I fathomed the control he had over me, the way he guided every moment with precision and purpose.

But now, it was my turn.

I looked up at my master, massaging my wrists as my gaze steadily met his. Raising an eyebrow, curiosity flickered in his deep blue eyes and a slight tilt of his head told me he was intrigued by my behavior, waiting to see what I was going to do.

Trailing my hands over his chest, fingers brushing over his abs, savoring more and more of his body, I got up from the chair turning it around so the back was facing us and guided my master to it.

“Bend over,” I told him.

The shift in power, the subtle change in dynamic-it thrilled me, sent a pulse of excitement rushing through my veins.

“Let me show you how much I love you,” I said, my voice hushed but filled with lust.

I bent over, kissing the middle of his back as Master Leo was now on all fours, trailing down with leaving small and gentle ones as my hands also guided down the side of him, all the way until I knelt down, spreading his cheeks staring at his gaped hole and the mess of cum oozing out of him my dick caused.

“What are you doing?” my master asked.

Biting my bottom lip, “Adding whatever fucking flavor I want.”

Without another word, I buried my face in his ass, licking up all my cum. A large moan escaped Master Leo that had him resting his head on his arm unable to contain himself. The taste of myself, having it once inside of him, was hot and an act I’d never found myself doing. But I wasn’t myself, I was Master Leo's bunny, and this was our extended playroom where we can act upon our feelings, emotions, and desires without any form of judgment.

“Oh my fuc..." he said, unable to finish his sentence.

The atmosphere was thick with an intoxicating mix of lust and undeniable vulnerability as I reveled in the heat of the moment, every ounce of my being fixated on my master. With each lick, I savored the taste of him, my cum mingling with the essence of his body. The taste was...complex, an intimate blend of salt and heat, but it wasn’t just the flavor—it was the act itself that sent my mind spiraling

This is the dirtiest, most non-vanilla sexual act I’ve ever done with anyone. I knew it. But God, it was more than that. It was freeing, the boundaries between us dissolving until nothing else mattered. I never imagined I’d find myself here, on my knees, head buried between Master Leo’s ass cheeks licking up my own cum.

And that realization wrapped around me tighter than any restraint ever could.

I felt his body shudder above me, his arousal pressing against my forehead as he struggled to his composure. His moans—low, guttural, and completely unrestrained.

I’m doing this to him.

I’m making him lose control.

“Fuck,” Master Leo rasped, his voice breaking as his hand instinctively shot to the back of my neck, fingers digging into my hair.

The pressure was firm, possessive.

I wanted him to hold me there, to remind me that I belonged to him, that this was where I was meant to be.

A low, broken sound spilled from his lips, trembling at the edges like he couldn’t barely hold it back. His lips rocked, pressing harder into me, a silent plea written in the tension of his muscles. I matched his rhythm and felt him lose his care restraint. The way his head tipped back, the shudder that rippled through him—he was unraveling before me, piece by piece, and I wanted to push him further, watch him fall apart completely.

“Fuck, Bunn—” Master Leo’s voice came out, trembling at the edges.

His body bucked slightly, teetering on that very edge—I wanted to see him break.

Without thinking, I let my hands slide over his hips, gripping him firmly, my fingers pressing into the hard muscles. The skin there was soft, in contrast to the roughness of our actions.

He quivered under my touch.

“You’re close, aren’t you, Master?” I asked, my voice dripping with the sultry tone of someone who knew exactly what he was doing.

His response was a choked groan, a low rumble of a man who was on the verge of surrender. Master Leo didn’t need to answer—he didn’t have to. His hips rocked back toward me, seeking more, sending a rush of satisfaction through me, knowing I had reduced him to this—a writhing, moaning mess who could barely keep himself upright.

And yet, his power over me was absolute.

Without hesitation, I increased the pressure, pushing him further, harder, wanting more of the salty sweetness that lingered on my tongue.

Dropping his head forward, a strained sound left his throat, “Bunny...fuck...I’m.”

Then, with one final gasping moan, his body gave in, shuddering as the release tore through him. The rawness of it sent a shockwave through me, blooming in my chest as I felt him come apart in my hands, in my mouth.

I pulled away, remnants of my rimming still heavy on my lips and using the back of my hand across my mouth wiping it away. His breath slowed, catching his eyes as he turned to look at me.

His gaze was heavy, brimming with a commodity deeper than lust. There was admiration, gratitude, and love. His lips parted ready to speak, cupping the side of my face in his hand in the process.

“I love you,” he whispered, running his thumb over my cheek in a gentle gesture.

Leaning into his touch, my mind was spinning with the whirlwind of emotions that coursed through me. I wasn’t sure what I expected to feel after all of this.

Somehow I knew.

“I love you, too.”

“You don’t know what you do to me.”

I blinked up at him, “I think I do master. You do the same to me.”

Master Leo smiled, a small, almost shy smile that was so different from his usual confident demeanor. It made my heart flutter widely. The power had shifted again, this time, it wasn’t about dominance or submission.

It was about trust and connection.