Chapter 30
The Lion Returns
Fiery Exchange
Standing naked before Leōn, I feel beautiful. I have no doubts that this man craves me as much as I crave him.
I resent that I let Leon’s brother make me question his integrity. And today, I plan to fully surrender to him. I lower myself to the floor, taking the position he taught me when we first scened together at the Training Center.
Putting my arms behind me, I straighten my back to show off my bare chest and open my legs to shoulder width. I bow my head, and then I remember to tilt my chin up slightly, just as he taught me.
“That’s right,” he chuckles seductively. “I want to gaze on that pretty face.”
My whole body tingles with anticipation and the need to be close to him.
Holding out his hand to me, he asks, “Are you ready to be challenged, jewel?”
“Yes, Leōn,” I answer confidently, grasping his hand.
He leads me to a bedroom at the back of the house and tells me, “I have looked through your list of preferences and have created a series of challenges for you.”
When we walk into the room, my eyes are immediately drawn to the golden human-sized birdcage set beside the bed.
“It’s on your list of hard boundaries.”
I nod nervously.
“I felt your muscles tense up as soon as you saw it. But I plan to change that today, jewel. This cage will no longer hold you captive as it does right now. When we are finished, you will experience how it can set you free.”
I stare at it fearfully, terrified that I made a mistake in coming here.
“Look at me.”
When I raise my gaze, I notice his eyes are shining with confidence. “I understand that trust must be earned, jewel. So, let us begin.”
He takes me to the large bed. A black cloth is laid out in the center of it. “Lie down on the bed and spread your legs for me. I will be but a moment.” He turns and leaves me alone in the room.
Climbing onto the bed, I stare up at the white ceiling, not allowing myself to look at the cage beside me.
When Leōn returns, he sets a bowl of water on the nightstand and sits on the bed beside me.
I’m surprised to see that his hair is down. The brown waves framing his handsome face complement the stubble on his chin, making the man even more irresistible to me.
“Let me introduce you to the most intimate foreplay I know,” he murmurs seductively.
My interest piqued, I watch as he picks up an electric shaver and turns it on. “This will tickle,” he warns me with a mischievous grin.
I let out a surprised giggle as he runs the vibrating shaver through my pubic hair.
He winks at me as he makes several passes over my pussy and brushes off the excess hair. Setting it down, he tells me, “Now for the fun part.”
I watch with interest as he picks up a washcloth and dampens it in the basin before placing it on my pussy. The warmth of the water is pleasant, and I purr, “That feels nice.”
“Good.” He then picks up a straight razor and smiles. “This next part requires you to trust me.”
I suck in my breath as he coats my pussy with soapy bubbles and then positions himself between my legs to shave me. “Do not move, jewel,” he warns.
I stare up at the ceiling, slightly terrified, and discover I have to force myself to stay still so I won’t get cut as he glides the sharp razor over my newly trimmed pussy.
With each pass, he rinses the razor, staring at my pussy with the concentrated look of an artist. He presses his other hand against my skin to get the right angle as he shaves off all of my pubic hair.
He’s right. The act of submitting to him, trusting that he won’t hurt the most intimate part of my body, is actually erotic. As I surrender to the process, each ticklish pass of the razor makes me wetter.
When he’s finished, he grabs a new towel and wipes off all of the soap and excess hair before sitting back to admire his work. “Beautiful…” he murmurs, his eyes burning with lust.
He picks up a hand mirror from the nightstand and hands it to me, commanding, “Look how lovely your pussy is, jewel.”
Having never examined my pussy before, I’m a bit hesitant to look. But when I do, I’m surprised by how pink my clit is, how soft my folds look, and how wet I am.
“Beautiful, yes?” he states.
I smile and nod, handing the mirror back to him.
“Did I hurt you, jewel?” he asks.
I laugh. “No.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Yes.” I grin.
“Remember that.”
He carefully removes the black cloth from under me and picks up his instruments, carrying them out of the room.
While he’s gone, I reach down and touch my bare pussy. It’s softer than I imagined, and I can feel so much more with the hair gone.
When Leōn returns, he smiles hungrily. “Spread your legs wider. Let your Master enjoy the view.”
Pleasurable chills course through my body as I obey his command. I’ve never felt so exposed before…or so incredibly hot.
“And now for your reward, my trusting sub.” Leōn takes off his clothes, exposing his muscular chest and massive hard-on. He creeps onto the bed and positions himself between my legs.
I look down to see him smiling up at me. “The rules are simple. Since this is the first time I’m going down on you, I only want you to say four things: harder, softer, faster, or slower.”
I nod excitedly. “Yes, Leōn, it would be my pleasure.”
“Yes, it will be. Multiple times,” he growls seductively. He begins by giving me a long, slow lick, grunting in satisfaction before he settles in. Being shaven adds a new and interesting element to the experience, and I close my eyes to enjoy it.
His simple instructions prove incredibly effective.
It’s only a matter of minutes before he has me crying out in ecstasy and my thighs start shaking as I willingly surrender to the pleasure of a quick orgasm.
With each consecutive climax, Leōn learns more about my preferences and makes adjustments, so that by my fifth orgasm, he knows the speed and pressure to flick his tongue so that he has me orgasming in under a minute.
When I am spent and can take no more, I cry out for mercy.
He chuckles as he lifts his head and smiles at me. “Now, wasn’t that fun?”
“That was wild!” I cry, my body still shuddering from the multiple orgasms. Seeing the strength of his hard-on and wanting to return the favor, I ask, “How would you like me to pleasure you, Leōn? This sub longs to.”
“On your hands and knees.”
Thrilled to obey his command, I get on my hands and knees, tilting my pelvis to make for easier access.
He moves into position behind me and wraps my hair in his fist, pulling my head back. “Your bare pussy is slick with need for me.”
“Yes,” I moan, needing to feel his hard shaft inside of me.
He runs the head of his cock up and down my pussy, teasing my already overly sensitive clit before he presses it against my opening and thrusts deeply. I scream out in excitement and pleasure, reveling in his hard thrusts as he pounds me.
“I love watching your ass bounce when you take my hard thrusts.”
“Deeper,” I beg. “I want you deep and hard.”
Leōn grabs my hips, digging his fingers into my skin as he thrusts so hard that it takes my breath away.
“Yes! Yes!” I cry over and over again as he gives me the best pounding of my life.
I cry out when he roars with passion, releasing deep inside me. I feel so thoroughly claimed!
We both collapse on the bed, still joined. My pussy continues to pulse, but instead of fading away, it gets stronger. I’m taken by surprise when another orgasm washes over me, and my pussy squeezes his cock with each delicious contraction.
“That was…” I whisper hoarsely between gasps for air, “…the best fuck of my life.”
“For now,” he says.
I believe that is not an idle boast, but a promise…
After the two of us clean up, we walk out onto the terrace in fluffy bathrobes and have a cup of iced coffee on the veranda. Gazing at the aquamarine ocean, I’ve never felt so at peace. “Pure heaven…”
Leōn smiles and takes a sip from his glass cup. “Now is the perfect time to be challenged.”
I sigh nervously, not wanting to ruin this bliss.
“We’ve come this far, jewel. You don’t want to miss out on everything I have planned.”
I nod, following him back into the villa. Although I am terrified of the cage, there’s a part of me that is tired of my fears and longs to be free of them.
When we enter the room together, Leōn slips off my robe. “Go to the cage and open it.”
I’m actually trembling as I walk up to it.
The cold metal of the golden bars sends a series of shivers down my spine.
I swallow hard before grasping the handle and opening it.
I can hear a light creak as the door swings open.
I stare down at the bottom of the cage and see that the metal is covered with a fluffy white rug.
“What are you feeling, jewel?”
“Like I want to run,” I answer truthfully.
“Why?”
“I don’t want to be locked into something I can’t get free of.”
“Anything else?”
“I hate the feeling of being trapped.”
“Your Master wants to see you step inside the cage. Will you fulfill my desire?”
My heart begins to race. “You just want me to step into it and nothing else?”
“For now.”
Chills race up my spine as I stare into the cage.
“You can call your safeword at any point.”
“Yes…” I whisper, appreciating his reminder.
“Step into the cage, jewel.”
I take a deep breath and try to calm my racing heart. I have to bend down as I step into it. It is too low to stand, so I turn around and face him as I kneel on the soft rug.
“Very good, jewel. Now, I want you to remain there in this posture. I know you want to leave, but I am asking you to stay.”
I swallow hard before answering. “Yes, Leōn.”
I feel like I’m suffocating as I look through the bars, but I continue to breathe, and that feeling of panic slowly grows less and less.
“You are doing well, my jewel. Now, I want you to close the cage door.”
I look up at him in horror.
“You are only closing it.”
I shake my head. “Don’t lock me in here.”
“It will not be locked, but you must be the one to close it. Do you understand?”
My breathing becomes ragged as I contemplate what he is asking me to do.
“You are in control, jewel.”
I nod in acknowledgement and reach out to touch the cold metal. Goosebumps rise on my skin as I grasp it and slowly swing it shut, but I do not allow it to latch.
“I am proud of you,” Leōn says, walking to the cage and kneeling on the other side of the door. “I have one last request for you.”
I look at him and ask nervously, “What?”
“I want you to let the latch fall into place.”
“I can’t…” I whimper.
“The cage will remain unlocked, jewel.”
I stare hard at the door. I’m unsure if I can handle hearing the latch click, because the feeling of being trapped might overwhelm me and send me into a full-blown panic attack.
Leōn looks at me on the other side of the bars. “I am here, and I am with you.”
My bottom lip trembles. “I know this is silly, but I’m scared.”
“It’s not silly. Your fear is real.”
I nod while tears stream down my face.
“You are the only one who can face it. But I am here as your support.”
The lump growing in my throat hurts as I keep staring at the door. But I don’t want something so simple to define me.
I look up to meet Leōn’s gaze. “How long must it be latched?”
“You decide.”
With my heart thumping hard in my chest, I tell him. “I’ll count to ten.”
“To the count of ten,” he agrees.
My stomach twists when I grasp the metal and pull it until it clicks loudly into place. Chills race over my skin, and I struggle to breathe.
Leōn places his palm against the metal bars, and I lift mine so our hands are touching. We count together. I draw strength from him as I stare into his eyes. When we reach ten, he goes to open it, but I stop him.
“Just a little longer.”
“You are brave.”
“I am brave,” I repeat, breathing in deeply, and letting it out slowly. After three long breaths, I nod to the door and he opens it. I feel a rush seeing the door swing open, and I smile as I wipe the tears from my face. “I did it.”
His eyes flash with pride and tenderness. “You did.”
Helping me out of the golden cage, he wraps me in his arms and squeezes me tight.
I begin to laugh, suddenly flooded with endorphins after facing my fear. I feel as light as a feather and dance, twirling in a circle as I ride the natural high.
After the two of us swim naked in the pool so I can release the surge of energy coursing through my body, I ask Leōn, “Do you have any more surprises for me?”
He chuckles. “I do. I’ve been wanting to share this with you.”
I feel a tingling of excitement. “I can’t wait.”
He orders me to sit on the couch as he gets supplies out of his overnight bag.
Leōn lays them out on the kitchen counter, but it’s a little too high for me to see what they are, which only piques my curiosity.
I listen with interest as he explains, “Most Dominants concentrate on one aspect of BDSM that they enjoy. It allows them to perfect their skills and advance in the area. I’ve spent seven years studying my craft and was mentored by several highly respected experts in our community. There is just one problem.”
I ask him teasingly. “And what would that be, Leōn?”
His countenance changes and he gives me a concerned look. “The one thing I enjoy, and the thing I’m known for, happens to be one of your hard limits.”
I laugh uncomfortably. “Well…seeing how you have proved helpful with my innate fear of cages and changed my feelings about double penetration, I’d say there may be some wiggle room with some of those hard limits.”
Leaning back on the sofa, I tell him, “I’m eager to see what it is.”
Leōn’s face lights up as he picks up what looks like a giant cotton swab and dips it into a cup on the counter. His face beams with greater excitement as he picks up a small object as well.
My smile starts to falter when I notice the flame as he ignites the lighter in his hand.
Blood starts to pound in my ears as I watch it touch the cotton swab, lighting it on fire.
Images of my father suddenly cloud my vision.
He’s pounding desperately on the car window, fighting to free himself as his flesh is consumed by the flames.
“Jewel…”
Leōn’s voice sounds far away and muffled as the blood pounding in my ears grows louder. Out of blinding fear, I scream, “Red!”
The return trip with Leōn is pure torture—for both of us. Although he is nothing but kind, focused on my comfort and well-being during the entire trip, nothing can change the cruel reality that divides us.
Why did his kink of choice have to be fire?