Chapter 29
We’re silent as we make our way downstairs. We both need this distraction after all the painful memories we dug up tonight.
The heavy thud of the door closing behind us is like a starter pistol. Our lips crash together and we both begin shedding our clothes. Leo stifles a growl as he pushes me against a wall, his kisses devouring as he lifts me with one arm and removes his pants with the other.
I wrap my legs around his waist as I yank his sweatshirt over his head before attempting to remove my own.
“Fuck, baby, I need to be inside you so bad, but there’s no need to rush,” he says as he unclasps my overalls, sliding his large palm over my hip and moving it up my back, where he unhooks my bra with a flick of his fingers.
My bra falls down my arms, the cool air and the heat of his gaze making my nipples harden into tight peaks. I arch my back as he removes my shirt and bra in one smooth motion. Immediately, his hungry mouth is on me, sucking and licking my exposed skin as his grip tightens on my ass like he’s trying to hold himself back.
He adjusts his grip on my ass so he can pull my overalls off, and I take the opportunity to grind my clit against his erection. We’re both in only our underwear now as I reach my hand down to stroke him, cupping his balls and teasing his massive length.
It’s dark down here, the red accent lights giving the whole room an edgy, moody glow.
“Leo. I need you to fuck me,” I say in a breathy moan as I edge myself closer just from rubbing my clit against him.
I’m so worked up, so desperate, that I don’t need anything more. I just need him, bare, inside me. It’s all I can think about.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so goddamn perfect.” He carries me over to the bed in the middle of the room, the cold sheets on my bare back catching me off guard.
I suck in a hiss as I look around in confusion.
Leo must sense my body tensing, as he breaks our kiss and pulls away. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you or?—”
“Why are we in the bed?” The question falls out of my mouth before I can filter it.
Leo lifts a brow before following my gaze and looking over his shoulder at the various equipment.
“I thought you’d want to tie me up or do something … kinky,” I add, just in case he doesn’t quite understand. Honestly, I thought we’d be on the same page about this after everything tonight.
A wolfish grin spreads over his lips as he stares down at me, raking his gaze ever so slowly over my exposed breasts as he holds himself up so he doesn’t crush me. “Is that what you want, baby girl? You want me to edge you tonight? You want me to punish you? To play with you?”
I swallow a gulp, suddenly feeling nervous, thinking of all the choices, but rather than waiting for my response, he reaches over to the side table and clicks a remote. RB music starts playing softly in the background, and then he lights several candles, dimming the red lights a little more.
He moves back over me, grabbing my wrists and lifting my arms above my head. “Do you trust me?”
He holds both wrists with one hand as he gently traces a thumb underneath the swell of my breast, and my back arches off the bed, desperate for more.
I part my thighs and wet my lips as I look into his dark eyes, hungry with lust and desire as he watches me like a predator stalking his prey.
“Yes, I trust you,” I whisper.
His mouth twitches in amusement as he reaches over me to grab something behind the headboard. “Fuck, that’s what I hoped you’d say. I’ve been dying to have you like this.”
A moment later, both my wrists are tied with a small Velcro cuff. He hooks a finger in the hem of my panties and slowly drags them down my legs as he unwraps me like a goddamn present.
“Fuck, baby, you’re already soaked for me, and I haven’t even touched you. Just look at this pretty pussy.”
He brushes his fingers over my sensitive skin with the slightest touch, and my legs spread open further on impulse.
Taking advantage of my new position, he moves down to secure my ankles. I’m spread out like a starfish, completely bare, helpless, and at his mercy … and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
I close my eyes, savoring this moment. The anticipation of what he’ll do to me, knowing how amazing he’ll make me feel, has my heart racing like a snare drum.
“You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen—do you know that, baby girl?” He slides a hand up my leg, his fingers dipping into the apex of my thighs as he gently brushes a finger over my aching clit. I let out a mewl of protest when he removes his hand, bringing a finger to his mouth to taste my arousal. “And you taste so fucking sweet.”
“Yeah?” I part my legs a little further, as much as I can with the restraints holding them down. “Then, why don’t you show me? If you love it so much, why isn’t your face between my thighs right now?”
I have no idea where that boldness came from, and judging by the look on Leo’s face, I’d say he’s just as shocked.
He clicks his tongue, and then he reaches over and grabs the lit candle from the side table and holds it over me as he straddles his legs over my waist, careful not to put his weight on me. “This is a massage candle. It burns at a lower temperature, making it safe to be used on the skin, but it can still be intense. I’m going to drip this wax on you, but if the pain gets to be too much, all you have to do is tell me to stop, and I will. Do you understand?”
“Mmhmm,” I moan as I wiggle beneath him, my body buzzing with anticipation and need.
“Words, Ivy. I need your words right now,” he growls, his deep voice commanding as he pinches my nipple.
“Yes, Daddy,” I gasp, my hips bucking up from the jolt of pleasure, mixed with pain, that shoots to my pussy.
“That’s my good little slut.” He drips some wax on his wrist to test it before shifting to the side. “This one is a little cooler and melts to an oil. We’ll see how well you tolerate it before we go for the real wax.”
He pours a small drop over my thigh, watching my face for any sign of discomfort.
The wax is so warm, and my senses are immediately heightened as the smell of something citrusy and earthy fills the air. I squirm as my eyes close, and I brace myself for the next drip.
Leo’s palm rubs the warm oil into my thigh, massaging me with a practiced touch, and I let out a whimper when I feel the warm oil drip over my other thigh. Holy shit, this man knows exactly how to touch me. I’ve never had a proper massage before, but I’m afraid my expectations are now through the roof. He’s ruined me, and I can’t make myself care, not when he’s so fucking good at it.
“Do you want more? How’s your pain level right now?” he asks as he brushes a caress over my aching pussy, his fingers applying the slightest pressure as he rolls his thumb over my clit.
“Yes. More. Please, Daddy. I need more,” I plead, feeling like I’m going to combust if he doesn’t touch me.
“Jesus, you’re so needy, aren’t you?” He dips two fingers inside me as another drip of wax coats my stomach. The warm oil slides down my belly for only a moment before his other hand is there, massaging it into my skin.
“Yes,” I gasp as he curls his fingers inside of me, his thumb swirling delicious circles over my clit.
He massages the oil up my stomach, his touch melting away all the tension in my body. I’m so close, teetering on the edge as his fingers move inside me, filling me and bringing my pleasure to the surface. My legs begin to quiver, and I feel my orgasm building as I clench my jaw, and my thighs fall open even wider.
“You are so fucking beautiful. I can’t get enough of you, your fucking whimpers, this bratty mouth. I want to keep you down here all to myself, teasing you while you beg me to let you come.” He kisses me, biting my lip and tugging it with his teeth when he pulls away. “Is that what you want, baby girl? Do you want Daddy to make you come?”
“Yes, please. Please, Daddy, please make me come,” I cry out, feeling no qualms about begging because it turns me on just as much as it does him.
“Fucking hell, I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything more perfect.”
The wax feels hotter now, coating my chest. I suck in a hiss and brace myself for what I know is about to come when I feel the hot sting drop on each of my nipples.
Euphoria shoots through me as the pain subsides, the hot sting quickly replaced with a warm touch of Leo’s palm as he rubs the oil over my chest, pausing to hold my neck for only a moment before he takes my breast in his palm.
It’s all so much, all at once, and if I didn’t know better, I’d think he grew two more hands because I don’t know how he’s touching me everywhere, all at once, like this. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and my back arches off the bed as pleasure rips through me, making every muscle in my body tense. Leo keeps his pace, curling his fingers inside me as he alternates, caressing my nipples, giving them each a hard pinch just as my legs begin to shake. And then I’m screaming as I fall apart, limbs violently tugging against my restraint as I writhe beneath his torturous gaze.
When the pleasure finally subsides, my chest is heaving, and Leo places his large palm over my heart. “You okay?”
I nod enthusiastically as I finally catch my breath, and Leo unties the restraint from my wrists and then my feet. When he’s finished, he helps me sit up, then slaps my ass before he lies down and positions me on top of him.
He must see the look of confusion on my face because his lips curl into a grin as he slides his underwear down his body and props his hands under his head. “Now, I want you to fuck me.”