The Playroom

Chapter Twenty-Three

W aking in the dead of night from a sudden jerk, my vision swam for a moment before the shadows of the room came into focus. The curtains moved softly, swaying to the cool breeze that whispered through the cracked window. Somewhere outside, a dog barked faintly in the distance, its sound quickly swallowed by the stillness.

Reaching for my phone, I tapped the screen, the glow illuminating the darkness and revealing the time—one in the morning. Only a few hours had passed since Leo and I had that conversation. The kind of talk I wasn’t sure I was ready for but had to have anyway. If I hadn’t said what I did, it would have been harder, maybe even impossible—to bring up later or worse, I might have avoided it altogether. But we’ve come so far, Leo and I.

We’ve built this relationship on trust and it would be absolutely counterproductive to do anything else. Yes, I was ready to end things with him, but it was just me being scared of what Kyle could do.

That’s a risk I wasn’t willing to take.

Yet, my boyfriend was right.

We’re in this together, Kyle isn’t just targeting me, he’s targeting both of us. Hearing him out there, pouring himself to me without any sort of hesitation of where he stood with me or even us, which was the reassurance I needed truthfully.

Reaching behind me to feel Leo, there was nothing but a sheet. Shifting around, I found the side of his bed empty. The worst thoughts crossed my mind; he decided I wasn’t worth it after all. Taking a deep breath, I calmly told myself that wasn’t the case. He could have a lot on his mind, or could be in the bathroom taking a piss.

“Leo isn’t the type to suddenly quit,” I say to myself.

Sitting up, I ran a hand through my hair, staring at the empty spot in the bed again. Despite my internal attempts to stay calm, a tiny spark of dread clicked in my chest, stubbornly refusing to be put out.

I slipped out of my bed, my bare feet meeting the cool floor, shuffling quietly to the bedroom door. The hall was dim, a sliver of moonlight slicing through the window at the end. I pause for just a second, listening for any sound, any sign of Leo. There was nothing but the distant hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen.

I made my way down the hallway, stopping by the bathroom. The door was ajar, and the light was off. Empty. My mind raced with a thousand possible explanations, each one worse than the last.

Was he outside?

I headed to the living room and hoped to find him there, maybe sprawled on the couch lost in thought only to come up empty again. It wasn’t until a small shuffle could be heard from the kitchen.

Pushing the door open just enough, I spotted Leo. His back toward me, standing in the door frame that led out to the patio gazing off into the distance.

He stood there, in nothing but his underwear, caught between deep thought and being lost in it. The dim light framed his figure, his shoulders slightly hunched under an invisible, crushing weight. The moonlight caressed his skin, accentuating the lines of tension still etched in his posture.

Leo’s hair was slightly tousled, and there was something about the way he stood.

I paused for a moment, watching him, I felt a pang of guilt again. The conversation we’d had hours earlier must have taken a toll on him, and I hated that I had any part in causing him this kind of distress. Something I never intended to do to him.

Silently, I moved closer until I was standing just behind him. I hesitated for a moment but I started reaching my arms out to wrap around his waist. Pressing myself gently against his back, he startled slightly, but relaxed as soon as he realized it was me.

Leo let out a long breath and placed both his hands over mine.

“Hey,” I softly said, “couldn’t sleep?”

Leo shook his head, still gazing out into the night, “Nightmare.”

I tightened my arms around him, offering silent comfort.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He sighed.

“Kyle got to you and just as I got there,” Leo paused for a moment. “I watched him kill you. You were slowly dying in my arms.”

He turned his head slightly, catching my eyes.

“I want to protect you, but if you say Kyle will go to certain lengths, and I’m too late...I don’t know what I’d do," he confessed.

His honesty made my heart ache, and I pressed my lips against his shoulder, lingering there for a moment.

“The very same thought, but in reverse, crosses my mind, so you’re not alone.”

Leo stayed quiet for a moment, his eyes still fixed somewhere far beyond the patio. I could feel the struggle inside him that kept his muscles tight.

“Just as you said to me, I’m not going anywhere. I’m sorry for what I said before on how I wanted to break up with you.”

“It’s okay. Do you still feel that way?” Leo responded.

“Not anymore. I want you, I want this, I want us,” I confidently told him, squeezing him gently.

“Good.”

I kissed his shoulder again, letting my lips travel down the curve of his neck. He sighed, leaning his head to the side, giving me more space.

“What are you doing?” Leo asked under his breath.

“Apologizing,” I said, between kisses.

Sliding my hands down from his waist to his hips, my fingers lifted the waistband and continued on just enough to barely touch his balls and graze the side of his cock.

I could sense him fighting to keep his composure, to keep from letting go of what he was feeling. It didn’t last long as he silently surrendered, a signal that despite the tension and the defeat, he still wanted me close.

The moonlight poured more onto our bodies, casting soft shadows and wrapping us in a cocoon of intimacy. This is the first time I’d ever done anything sexual where people might see us. The feeling of potentially getting caught was totally fearful and exciting.

I didn’t care anymore.

If someone were to walk up on us right now and Leo is pounding out my ass, I’d let them watch.

”Does my master like this?” I whispered against his skin.

He turned and faced me. His eyes looked tired but there was something else too. His gaze moved from my eyes to my lips, and without a word, he leaned down, capturing my mouth in a slow, desperate kiss. I could feel the pent-up emotion pouring from him-fear, longing, and a raw need for reassurance.

Pressing my body against his, my hands glided up his bare chest feeling Leo’s heart race beneath my fingertips. His hands found their way to my back, pulling me closer, holding me tight as if afraid I might disappear. It felt as if there was an urgency to the kiss now, a frantic desire to feel connected, to feel safe in each other’s embrace.

We broke apart, our breaths mingling with the cool night air, and our eyes locked. Leo then took my hand, leading me out onto the patio. The night air was crisp, the scent of pine heavy around us. Leo pulled me towards him again, this time lifting me up and setting me on the table, positioning himself between my legs, his hands resting on my thighs.

“I need you,” he said, resting his forehead against mine, “I need to feel like we’re okay.”

My hand cupped his face, the stubble prickling my skin, and I kissed him deeply, trying to convey without words that we were more than okay. His hands slid higher, tracing up my hips and thighs, his fingers slipping under the hem of my shirt.

His touch sent shivers across my body, sparking through every nerve as his hands skimmed my body. In one swift motion, he tugged my shirt over my head, his intense gaze lingering over my chest. Leo’s breath was warm and ragged as his lips brushed over my collarbone, lingering there for a moment before his mouth moved lower.

My fingers tousled in his hair, playing and tugging gently.

His eyes lifted to meet mine, a gaze dark and intense as his fingers now found themselves in the waistband of my briefs, tugging them down. I let out a shaky moan as my body responded to him needing me much more exposed.

“I want you, master,” I said.

The same need mirrored in his eyes.

He stood back somewhat, his hands moving to push his underwear down, freeing his hard cock. My mouth watered as I watched him, the way the moonlight caressed his skin, the way his muscles tensed as he moved closer, positioning himself between my legs once more.

Leo spit into his hand, rubbing it on his cock and my hole. He then leaned in, his lips finding mine and I wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him in as his cock pressed into me.

The stretch burned, a mix of pain and pleasure, that had me gasping. My head falling back as Leo moved, his hands gripping my hips tightly.

Pausing, he watched me, waiting for me to adjust, for the pain to subside. I nodded, my eyes flickering back to him as Leo began to push forward, slow and careful. Each thrust, each movement filled me inside, like he was trying to make sure I felt every bit of his love, every ounce of his devotion.

”You’re everything to me,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

I pulled him into a heated kiss, my body arching into his, my hand sliding down his back, feeling the muscles. This is when the pace quickened, Leo’s thrusts becoming deeper, relentless, each one hitting that sweet spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes.

Our bodies became glistening with sweat as the sound of skin against skin filled the silence. I could feel my body tightening in my stomach as my master pounded his thick cock into me.

His eyes never left mine, intensely letting me know of his love, his need, of everything he couldn’t put into words.

“Right there,” I breathed, my voice trembling, “you’re hitting it—my g-spot.”

“I feel my cock hitting it,” Leo breathed.

I moaned in response, feeling the way his cock filled me.

“Fuck master, you feel so fucking good inside me,” I whimpered. “Don’t hold back. I want you to fuck me hard. I want to feel every inch of you. I need you to ruin me.”

Leo’s eyes bore into mine, “You’re mine,” he said, his words coming out in breathless gaps, “All mine.”

His cock was hitting against my prostate over and over like a sledgehammer against a wall.

“Fuck,” Master Leo groaned, his voice ragged as he thrust into me harder, “You’re so tight. I’m not gonna last long.”

The patio was filled with the sounds of our raw, carnal sound of our bodies meeting, Leo’s ragged breaths mingling with my soft cries. He was moving faster now, the rhythm a little more frantic, and before I could think of anything else, Master Leo gripped my balls in his hand and gave a gentle tug.

“Oh fucking God,” I screamed, digging my nails into my masters brawny arms.

“Does my bunny like that?” he asked.

My eyes were a bit widened by the sudden shock of getting my balls tugged on. The feeling was thrilling, pain followed by quick pleasure. Even having them in his grasp felt intoxicating.

“Yes, sir,” I said with a smile on my face.

A tiny smirk grew on Master Leo's face as he squeezed my balls just enough to keep that line between pain and pleasure blurred. My heart clenched, it was as though every emotion I felt for him rushed to the surface at once. I needed this. I needed him. He wasn’t just my lover; he was my anchor, the one person who saw me completely, the person who would stand beside me even when things got dark.

We leaned into a kiss, pleasure surged through me, the intensity tightening every nerve as I teetered on the edge of pleasure.

“Leo...I...I’m gonna cum.”

He pulled back just enough to look at me, “Then cum for me, Bunny.”

My body tensed as I cried out, my orgasm crashing over me with the force of a tidal wave. Master Leo was right there with me, his thrusts bucked as he buried his face into my neck.

“Fuck, Bunny,” he growled, his hips jerked as he spilled his seed deep inside me.

Laying back on the table, my body tingles from the aftermath. Leo has never fucked me this hard before. Thinking about it sends waves of goosebumps across my skin. I glanced at Leo, expecting to see the satisfied grin I knew so well. Instead, I caught the shimmer in his eyes-tears.

Silent.

Unexpected.

My heart lurched.

“Hey,” I softly spoke, brushing a lock of hair away from his face.

I searched those blue eyes, now glistening under the soft light, in hopes to find some sort of reason. Leo hasn’t cried in front of me before.

“What’s going on?” I asked, with concern.

Leo turned his face slightly, as if trying to hide, but I wouldn’t let him. Gently I reached for his cheek, guiding his gaze back to mine.

Was this a crack in the confidence?

I held my breath, waiting.

“I..." his voice broke.

He swallowed hard, his eyes shut for a moment, “I just hate how things are right now. With Kyle, with...everything.”

His eyes opened.

“You’ve made everything different for me, Drew. I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like there’s a part of me I never knew existed. I know, right now, I sound and look like an idiot. What I’m trying to say is I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”

This man truly and deeply loves me with all of the fiber of his being and judging from his eyes, which sometimes gave more away than he wanted to, it scared the shit out of him.

“I know it’s been hard. Kyle’s got his own issues and I hate it too,” I say.

Leo blinked, a tear, slipping free, rolled down his cheek. I swiped it with my thumb. Seeing him bore his emotions like this to me started to make tears swell in my own eyes.

“Before you I was just...existing,” he continued. “I never thought I needed anyone. I thought I was fine on my own. But then you came along and everything changed. You made me realize what I was missing, what it meant to really want and love someone.”

Those words, that confession hit me deep. Leo wasn’t just baring his body to me right now-he was baring his soul. Laying it out there so willingly. All the armor he’d worn, all the bravado, the masks, they were gone.

He looked so open, his blue eyes almost satisfied for understanding, for acceptance, as if afraid I might turn away.

I wasn’t going anywhere and Leo needed to know that.

“I love you, Leo,” I said. “You’re everything to me too. You make me feel alive, like there’s so much to life than getting through the day. I want you. I need you.”

He closed his eyes again, a small relieved smile tugging at his lips, as another tear escaped. I kissed him, my lips against his, tasting the salt from the tears.

“Let’s not focus anymore on Kyle. Remember, this is our Kyle free get-a-way, courtesy of Jane,” I said.

He let out a sobbed filled laugh, “Yeah, I’m really grateful for her.”

“Take me to bed, sir,” I said, in a teasingly flirtatious voice.

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” he responded.