Chapter 25
The words have barely left my lips before Leo’s got me pinned underneath him.
I can feel his hard length pressing into me, and I can’t imagine how needy he must be after my little performance upstairs. His body vibrates with desire as he cradles my neck in one hand and cups my cheek with the other.
His kiss tastes like relief, like a glass of cold water after walking through the desert on a hot day, relief with a hint of the whiskey he just had. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and bites down in a hard pinch, the metallic taste of blood adding another layer of desire between us.
“Fuck, I want you, Ivy. I want you so bad. It’s all I think about; it’s all I dream about,” he whispers between frantic kisses, hands palming my ass and thighs as he pulls me closer.
I wrap my legs around his waist, craving friction and pressure from whatever piece of him I can get.
He slides his palm over the inside of my thigh, and I’m already so close. I can still taste him on my tongue, and my pussy clenches with need.
“Are you on birth control?” he asks in a low growl as he teases my body, never touching me where I want him to.
“I … I … have an IUD,” I pant as he kisses and sucks along my neck.
I love the way he kisses my body, branding me with hickeys and teeth marks, like he’s claiming me. I want him to claim me. I want everyone to know I belong to him. I want to be a walking billboard with flashing neon lights, letting everyone I come across know that my body belongs to Leo Kingsley … and maybe a little bit of my soul too.
“I’ve never been with anyone without wearing a condom … and even then, it’s been a while. I’m clean.” He brushes a thumb across my cheek as he meets my eyes.
“I trust you.”
We stare at each other like we’re trying to communicate telepathically, and then he says, “You’ll tell me if it’s too much?”
I nod.
“All you have to do is say the word, and I’ll stop. You understand?” He sits up and pulls off his shirt, revealing his chiseled abs, covered in a dusting of hair.
I run my hands over his hard muscle, like I can’t physically keep myself from touching him. He’s so masculine. Everything about him oozes testosterone. He’s powerful, demanding, domineering, and at the same time, he’s nurturing and protective of me. I might not fully understand the extent of his feelings, but I can see glimpses in the way he’s always aware of wherever I am in a room, the way he never takes his eyes off me, and I catch him smiling more and more as time goes on. I don’t think I’m ready to admit how much I’ll miss this … because then maybe it won’t hurt so bad.
“What word? Banana? Pineapple? Shazam?”
He yanks my cropped T-shirt up at the hem and pulls it over my head in a smooth motion, leaving me breathless in my tiny shorts and thin cami bra.
“How about stop?” He buries his face in my neck, nipping at my shoulder with his teeth. “It doesn’t have to be that complicated.”
“All right. I think I can remember that … though it usually isn’t part of my vocabulary when I’m having sex.”
“Then, it doesn’t seem like we’ll have any issues … though I don’t know if I’d be so sure, baby girl. I have no intention of taking it easy on you after that prank you pulled upstairs.” He drags my bra strap down my shoulder, covering me in kisses, and repeats the motion on the other side before stripping my bra off completely and tossing it over his shoulder.
A thrill of excitement shoots through me at his not-so-threatening threat. Being with Leo makes me feel more alive than I ever knew possible. Hell, I might have to take up skydiving just to replace the rush of dopamine after this is all over because I am quickly becoming addicted to everything about this man and his lifestyle.
“Jesus, baby, you are so beautiful. I want to embed myself in every inch of your skin.”
He kisses the space between my breasts, the spot that every other guy seems to ignore. I feel like a goddess being worshipped with the way he touches me, like he’s savoring every kiss and brush of my skin. I am the center of his attention, and somehow, that sends a thrill straight to my core.
Sure, I’ve had my fair share of good sex. I needed to distract myself from my pain somehow, and sex always got me out of my head—for a little while anyway. But no one’s ever touched me like this. No one’s ever been able to evoke this longing so deep inside me, this burning desire that feels like I’m discovering a whole new sensation of pleasure every time he touches me.
“Lift your hips,” he tells me as he hooks his fingers around my G-string and slides my panties and shorts off at the same time, leaving me completely bare.
It’s hardly fair that he gets to keep his pants on while I’m helpless and naked beneath him, and I don’t know why but the thought only turns me on more.
“As much as I’d love to take you right here, I’m afraid we still have your punishment to deal with.”
“Or … just hear me out … you could just let me finish the good work I was doing upstairs, and we can call a truce?” I offer, suddenly feeling nervous.
Leo’s lips pull into a smirk. “And what kind of daddy would I be if I didn’t teach my brat the consequences of being naughty?” He doesn’t wait for me to protest, not that I have anything to counter his argument. He lifts me from the bed and carries me across the room to a large X-shaped contraption attached to the wall. “Give me your hands.”
The leather feels a little cold at first as he fastens the cuffs around my wrists and ankles, but I’m quickly warmed by the heat of his gaze. He stands before me, shirtsleeves rolled up to his forearms and his belt still undone, looking like the fucking god of sex—is that a thing? If not, I propose a movement to name him as such.
His eyes roam over me, drinking me in as I stand bare before him, my body yielding to his mercy.
My pussy pulses in anticipation of what he’ll do next, and I wet my lips as if in challenge. “All right, Daddy, now that you have me tied down and helpless, what do you plan on doing with me?”
“Fucking hell.”
He shakes his head as he drinks me in, the head of his cock sticking out above his waistline. I can’t wait to feel him inside of me, stretching me beyond any toy or anyone I’ve ever had.
“I’m going to play with you now, try out a few things to see what you like best. I want you to tell me if it gets to be too much, and I’ll stop. You’re the one in control here, but I think we both know you deserve to be punished for your behavior …” His voice trails off as he plucks a skinny stick with a flat leather tip from the wall.
I suck in a breath as he runs it over my skin, needy desire burning like a fire in my belly.
“This is called a crop or a riding crop.” He pops it against my leg, leaving the slightest sting behind, goose bumps erupting all over my skin.
“You like that, don’t you?” He pops me again, this time a little higher on my thigh, and I let out a little whimper. “I fucking knew you’d like to be spanked. You’re such a naughty girl, always playing tricks, begging for attention. You wanted me to spank you, didn’t you, baby girl?”
Another slap, slightly harder, and I buck, straining against the cuffs.
“How does it feel to be tied up, knowing I can do anything I want to you right now?” He moves to the ground, kneeling in front of me as he slides a hand over my mound and in between my legs. “So wet already.”
He licks my arousal from his finger, and as if he can’t help himself, he slides his tongue over my clit for a breath of a moment before pulling away.
“Now, that was for me.” He looks up at me from his knees, eyes dark with desire and lust as he traces the tip of the crop over my clit. Then, a sharp slap leaves a burning sting in its wake. My head falls forward as the rush of pain and pleasure floods my system, and it’s almost too much to take—almost—but it’s somehow perfect at the same time.
He leans in and kisses my clit, sliding his soft tongue over me in a gentle caress, and I nearly buck off the wall from the contrast in sensation.
“Look at you, such a needy brat. You like being my whore, don’t you?”
“Yes.” My response comes out in a breathless moan as I nod my head. No one’s ever spoken to me that way, and, holy shit … I really like it.
Leo’s green eyes grow darker, the corners of his eyes squinting in an almost smile as he continues teasing me with the crop. “Your needy cunt is already getting wet for me, isn’t it? I bet if I touched you right now, you’d make a mess all over my fingers, wouldn’t you, baby girl?”
He pops the whip again, and when I buck my hips forward, his hot tongue licks the sting away, giving me a little more pressure than before.
My legs shake, and I ache to press myself into him, to give me the pressure and friction I so desperately crave, but I can’t move. I can’t lift my legs to wrap them around his head or use my hands to pull him in closer, and the longing builds to something that’s almost painful.
Sensing my discomfort, he inserts two fingers inside me as he licks my pussy, bringing me back to that place on the edge of pleasure and release. Time seems to stand still and speed up, all at once, as he brings me into a sexual trance-like state, where nothing else matters and we are the only two people to exist.
“Fuck, you’re practically dripping, and you taste so goddamn sweet. I’m going to fill this tight little cunt with my cock, but I want to make sure you’re ready for me.” He curls his fingers inside of me, and my legs grow so weak that the only thing keeping me upright are the cuffs around my wrists.
“I could keep you tied up like this all night, torturing you while you squirm, but I’m too fucking hard to wait.” He removes his fingers, planting a gentle kiss on my clit, and then he’s unbuckling the restraints.
There’s a sweet relief that comes when I pull my arms back down and the blood rushes back to my limbs. I massage my wrists, feeling an odd sense of freedom, but like something is missing.
He scoops me up, carrying me over to the bed, and sets me down in front of it.
Just when I think the freaky torture is over, he fastens another cuff to each of my ankles, securing my feet open with a bar stretching in between.
“What’s this for?—”
No sooner does the question leave my lips than he has me bent over the bed, ass up and legs spread. “Bend over.”
I feel the sharp, stinging slap of his palm against my ass cheek and then hear the clinking sound of his belt as he pulls down his pants. I brace myself for whatever he decides to do to me next.
“This cute, perky ass drives me so fucking crazy.” He rubs a soft caress over my skin, soothing the remnants of the sting. “You see what being a good slut does to me?” He presses his hard cock against my ass, rubbing himself between my cheeks.
“I want to fuck your ass so badly, but we’ll save that for another night. Tonight, I’m going to fuck this tight little cunt until you can’t take it anymore and the only word left on your lips is my name.”
He wraps a hand around me, rubbing my clit as he teases my entrance with his cock, and grips the back of my neck with his other hand as he pushes my face into the mattress.
Electricity shoots through every cell in my body, and I want him inside me more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. I need him to fill me, to end this agonizing torture of emptiness.
“Leo. Please. Please …” I beg, feeling every sensation magnified.
The cool fabric of the sheets feels incredible against my heated skin as he presses me harder, his possessive grip holding my neck.
“What’s wrong, baby girl? Is your needy cunt aching for Daddy to fill it?”
He pushes himself right at my entrance, and I buck my hips into him, catching him off guard.
He jerks back, but not before the head of his cock nudges inside me; it’s thick and big enough to make my eyes water.
“Fuck, baby, not so fast. Let me ease you into it. I don’t want to hurt you,” he growls out, tightening his grip as he tries to regain his composure. There’s a slight tremor in his hands, which tells me it’s taking a massive amount of restraint to keep himself from taking me right here.
Leo Kingsley, always the picture of control, even when he’s fucking—and I’d really like to change that.
He moves himself back to my entrance, this time holding me at my waist. I love the way his hands feel, so possessive as he holds me, like he can’t decide which part of my body he wants to touch first, like he can’t get enough of me.
He slaps my ass again, and I let out a yelp of surprise and flinch.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this since the very first moment I laid eyes on you, with your cute-as-fuck overalls and that smart mouth of yours, always saying the first thing that came to your mind, no fucking filter whatsoever …”
He runs a palm over my ass like he’s trying to wipe the sting away, and then he pushes inside me ever so slightly, letting out a tortured sigh.
My body tenses as his cock stretches me past the point of comfort. Jesus, this man is huge. For once, I’m grateful for his incredible patience, making sure I’m ready.
“Shh, baby, just relax and breathe. You can take it. I know you can,” he whispers encouragingly as he laces his fingers in mine, watching my face for any sign that I’ve changed my mind.
But I’ve never wanted anything more than this.
I relax a little more, feeling the worst of the pain subside as I grip the fluffy bedding and brace myself for the rest of him.
“Goddamn it, you’re so fucking tight,” he grunts as he slowly inches himself inside me, being extra cautious to not hurt me. “But you can take it, can’t you, baby? You’re such a good little slut for me, so hungry for Daddy’s cock.”
He pinches my nipple as he pushes himself in fully, and I suck in a sharp breath.
He wasn’t lying when he warned me it would be a tight fit. I’ve never been stretched so full, but the pain quickly subsides as I relax my muscles around him. He fucks me slowly at first, each stroke bringing a new sensation of pleasure as he moves harder and faster.
Another hard slap to my ass in between thrusts, and I can’t do anything but hold on to the sheets as he drives his cock harder and deeper inside me, wringing out more and more pleasure by the second.
I don’t know if it’s his perfect cock, or the angle of my hips in this position bent over the bed, or that I’m pinned down and unable to move, but it’s almost too much in the very best way. It’s like Leo has a remote to the inner workings of my pleasure and has the dial turned all the way up to the top—another millimeter, and I’d spontaneously combust.
“Such a good girl, taking me so well,” he hisses, and then he grabs the bar between my legs and flips me over onto my back, pushing my knees up to my head. He uses the bar to maneuver me exactly where he wants, pushing my legs open wider as he fucks me in deep, rhythmic strokes.
The position hits an entirely new angle, and it’s like I’m experiencing sex for the very first time because there’s no way this is the same as the sex I’m used to. No, Leo’s tapped into some kind of secret power that only the professionals know about. He’s got me feeling tingles in places I never knew existed before tonight, places I’ll never be able to find again without his help …
It’s the kind of sex that makes you forget your name, who you are, and your reason for living. It redefines everything about you, rewiring your brain and baptizing you into a whole new state of being.
It’s only when I’m panting for air and my legs start to shake that he changes his rhythm.
“What are you—no—just keep going …” I shake my head, trying to urge him back.
He flashes me a wicked grin. “I can feel your pussy clenching, and I don’t remember giving you permission to come.”