19. Veronica
I stay standing here with the closed door at my back while Leo’s eyes wander down my body again. Now that we are alone, he takes his time. I’m sure Edith didn’t notice the first time he checked me out since she’s an older woman who most likely doesn’t pick up on stuff like that.
His eyes linger on my breasts, my hardened nipples poking against the tank top. I wore this on purpose, of course. The last time I was in this office, I noticed it was chilly. I figured, why not wear something thin to show myself off?
I take in his appearance, and damn, here I thought him in his work attire was sexy, but seeing him in casual wear? It causes me to ache for him.
He swallows hard. “Edith told me you needed to talk. Why don’t you take a seat?”
Without speaking, I walk over to the chair I normally sit in and make myself comfortable. “I did tell her that. There’s just a lot that’s happened. That’s going on in my head that I need to let out.”
“Is this about the fight you got into the other day?” he doesn’t hesitate to ask, sounding almost agitated about the incident.
Although, I was hoping he would have brought it up when we saw each other in the hall. The black eye was hard to miss.
“Was kind of hoping you would hear about that.” I flash him a flirty smile as I toy with my fingers. They fumble over one another before I blindly start picking at my thumb.
“Why? Did you only get in a fight to get my attention?” Leo asks, casually resting his arms on the desktop.
“Maybe.” I shrug, staring down at my hands. If I pick at my skin anymore, then I’ll bleed. “Honestly, I was pissed that you canceled on me, so I took my anger out on someone else. Granted, she was the one who started it, but still.”
“Why did you keep the fight going? Why not just walk away?” Reaching his hand over, Leo picks up the pen to take notes.
Raising my eyes, I stare directly at him. “I never walk away from a fight, Leo. That makes me look like a weak little bitch.” I scoff at the belief he has that I could simply not engage in a fight. “You and I both know that’s not who I am.”
“This is true,” he agrees, and then points to the bruise on my face using the tip of his pen. “She got you good, though.”
“This?” I gesture to the mark, letting out a laugh. “This is nothing! Did you even see what I did to her? She has to stay in the hospital until all her injuries heal.”
“Why did she start the fight?” He moves on to the next question.
“Because that’s what the girls in here do. They get bored and try to assert dominance.” I tilt my body forward in the seat, my elbows hitting my knees, causing my arms to press my breasts together. “They always try with me. I’m not sure why since I always fuck them up, but other girls keep coming back for more. They believe a second chance will earn them a win. I mean, really, Leo, when will they learn?”
I don’t miss the way his eyes drift down to my cleavage as I finish up my rant. It’s a fast movement before he focuses his attention on the notepad. “You’re saying that you hold dominance over every patient in here? That they are trying to take that away from you?”
“They can try all they want.” I smirk.
“And how did you get that?” He gestures to the scar underneath the left strap of my tank top.
“I was helping in the kitchen one day when a patient tried to stab me,” I explain what happened. “Dr. Bennett was so angry that this certain patient had a knife unsupervised. Pretty sure he had the cook fired, which sucks. She made the best cookies.”
“Did you fight back?”
“Ripped the knife from her hand and stabbed her in the stomach.” I smile proudly.
“Veronica, you have been here for two years. You’ve gotten into eighteen fights.” He enlightens me as if I didn’t already know my track record.
“Only eighteen?” I play dumb. “Man, I feel like it’s been way more than that. Although this new one I just got in was the first since the knife incident. Not counting me threatening Eliza.” I’m still working on that acquaintanceship. “After the fight in the kitchen, I had to spend a whole week in solitary confinement. That fucking sucked.”
“Did you learn your lesson after that fight?” His pen moves easily across the paper.
“Kind of.” I bite my bottom lip. “Might need someone to teach me another lesson about it. Then maybe it would really stick this time.”
He puts his pen down on the notepad, clasping his hands together, his eyes meet mine. “Are you insinuating that you want me to be the one to teach you that lesson?”
“I think if you simply told me not to get in a fight, I’d listen.” I push myself out of the seat and place my palms on the desk, peering down at him. “I would do anything you tell me to do, Leo.”
His cheeks flush a bright red—it’s becoming my new favorite color. His skin might be burning brightly, but his dark eyes narrow in on me. Silence overcomes the room, and I think I almost have him right where I want him.
I didn’t beg Edith to bring me to his office to “talk.” No, I needed to see him so he could finish what he started the other day. My fingers weren”t enough to fulfill my needs.
My hands leave the desk as I walk around it, the tip of my finger trailing along the smooth surface.
“My turn to ask you a question,” I propose when I’m standing next to him. “Is that okay, sir?”
“That depends on what question you want to ask.” He turns his chair to face me. His hands grip the arms of his chair, fingers digging into the leather as if he is holding himself back.
“After we talked earlier in the hallway this morning about you supervising my shower time...” I erase some distance between us, “I saw you rush to your room; your face was flushed just like it is now.”
“What’s your question, Veronica,” he urges.
“Did you touch yourself when you got back to your room? Did the thought of me in the shower drive you completely insane to the point you couldn’t help it?” Standing between his spread legs now, I gradually lower myself until I’m kneeling. “Because I did. I made myself come, imagining they were your fingers inside of me. Your fingers rubbing my clit.”
“Veronica...” he says my name breathlessly, like he might give in.
“Tell me, Leo.” My hands run over his knee to his thighs. “Tell me you touched yourself at the thought of me naked. The thought of my mouth pleasing your cock.”
His eyes focus hard on mine wondering just how I am reading his mind. Slowly, he licks his lips. “Yes. I did.”
“Hmm.” I hum in approval. My hand making its way higher on his leg. “Would you like to see how it would feel?” I tease as my hand grazes over the bulge in his jeans.
Suddenly, the room grows hotter despite the constant chill flowing in the air. Leo notices the change, too, because he is rolling his sleeves up, revealing dark tattoos plastered all over his skin.
The sight makes me clench my thighs together tight to stop myself from crawling on top of him.
Self control, Ronnie.
“You have tattoos.” It”s a statement more than a question. Leo’s eyes are blown out, even darker than before. “That’s fucking hot.”
He doesn’t respond; he just continues to stare down at my hands as they meet his waistband, undoing the button. Tucking my finger underneath the material, gently tugging them down, patiently waiting for him to lift his hips willingly.
“Veronica...” he says my name again, but it doesn’t sound like a warning. It sounds more like a plea.
“Leo, if you want me to stop, then say so.” I pause my movement, praying to a God I don”t believe in that he won’t speak that four-letter word. “Like I said before, I’d do anything you tell me to.”
“This is wrong,” he tries to tell me, or maybe he is attempting to convince himself. I know it’s wrong, but it feels so right, even though it’s just part of my plan to get him to fall for me.
“I know,” I pretend to agree. He still doesn’t tell me to stop. Instead, he is lifting his hips for me to remove his jeans.
“I told myself I wouldn’t let this happen again.” He leans forward, taking my face into his hands. “Why can’t I say no to you?”
“Because deep down, you don’t want to say no.” I take his cock into my hand, keeping my eyes trained on him. Just a slight move of my hand earns me a moan. “Is it better than fantasizing about it?”
He hisses. “Yes.”
His head falls back as he allows me to continue to pump him, pleasure taking over his body. He is big. Bigger than any man I’ve been with before, I’m salivating at seeing him.
Leo allows his eyes to shut only for a second before glaring back down at me. Positioning myself higher on my knees, my mouth meets his tip. He stops me by threading his fingers through my hair, drawing my head back.
“If we do this, no one can know,” he warns.
“I won’t tell a soul,” I reassure him with innocent eyes. Why would I spill? It would ruin the plan. “It will be our little secret.”
“When we are together like this, I’m the one who holds the dominance. You obey me. Do you understand?” The grip he has on my hair becomes tighter, and I wince from the pain. “If you don’t do as I say, I’ll punish you, and I won’t go easy on you.”
“I understand, Leo.” I tell him through the pain. “Use me, ruin me. I’m completely at your mercy.”
“Jesus.” He whispers, gazing down at me in wonder. “Go lock the door.”
Without hesitation, I scramble up from my knees and obey his demands. As I walk, I sense his eyes on my body the entire time, burning into my skin. Locking the door, I turn around to find him watching me intently with his hand stroking himself.
The sight almost makes my legs give out, but I hurry back over and drop to my knees again. Leo looks pleased with my position, like I’m worshipping him.
“Take your shirt off,” he orders.
Again, I don’t think twice. My fingers find the hem of my shirt and I’m ripping it off, tossing it to the side without looking to see where it lands.
The way he is looking at me, drinking me in as if I’m the most stunning woman he’s ever laid eyes on, is enough for my arousal to drip down my thigh.
“Fucking beautiful.” The compliment is quiet coming from his lips. Bringing his hand up, he takes hold of my chin using his thumb and pointer finger to tilt my head up. The position of my head forces me to stare directly into his eyes. “Open your mouth.” I do as I’m told, parting my lips and opening my mouth wider. “Don’t swallow.”
The last demand sends confusion through my body, but then he spits directly into my mouth and pushes my mouth closed harshly.
All I feel is his spit sitting on my tongue, and if it were anyone else, I would have gagged. I would have gotten sick all over the place, but with it being Leo, I find it so damn sexy.
“Go ahead, Vee. Get my cock wet with our spit.” I didn’t expect to moan the way I did, but it caused him to grin.
He lets go of my chin, leaning back, and I lift myself up so my mouth is over his erection. With my eyes focusing on him, I let the saliva drip from my mouth, landing on the tip, and watch it slowly roll down his length. Moving my hand off my thigh, I enclose my fist around him and start spreading our spit around so it’s easier to guide my hand.
“Take your shirt off.” I need to see more of him.
“Are you giving me an order, Vee?” He tilts his head to the side. “I thought I told you I’m the one in charge.”
“Leo, please take your shirt off,” I plead with a whine.
“Fuck, I love hearing you beg.” He bends forward, hands gripping the back of his thermal, and when the material clears off his body, I let out a gasp.
My eyes scan over his perfect skin, finding more tattoos hidden beneath the fabric. It’s all too much to take in—too many designs to inspect right now.
“Did you forget you were supposed to be doing something?” His voice pulls my focus, and my eyes dart up to him.
Dropping my attention to his cock on my hand, I lower my mouth, sliding my tongue across the tip, collecting his precum into my mouth.
I tease his tip for another moment before sliding my tongue down to the base tediously and then bringing it back up.
“You’re teasing me?” His voice is low, full of frustration.
“Is that not allowed?” I ask innocently, repeating the motion.
Leo’s hand finds my cheeks again, squeezing tight. “Would you like it if I teased you?” When I don’t answer him, he laughs. “Didn’t think so. Now put your mouth to use, or I’ll end this session.”
“Yes, sir.” I swallow hard as he lets me go.
I open, taking him in my mouth with my hand placed on top of his thighs. A moan escapes him as I take him deeper, bobbing my head up and down slowly.
My cheeks hollow out as I suck him hard and then roll my tongue around him. His tip meets the back of my throat, but I don’t gag. I don’t have that reflex, which always comes in handy.
Not in this situation, though. Leo doesn’t seem thrilled that I didn’t choke on him because his hand meets the back of my head. He forcefully shoves me down further, driving himself deeper down my throat.
That makes me gag. Well, that’s a surprise. He doesn’t move, holds himself still inside me, causing my eyes to tear up.
“Look how pretty you are when you choke on my cock, little angel,” he praises me, not budging to let me breathe. “On your knees, submitting yourself to me like I’m your God.”
I whimper around him, and he twitches against my tongue. He’s close.
Needing to relieve the tension between my legs, I lower my hand and slide it past the waistband finding my clit. I’m a mess. Wet and needy.
Rubbing slow circles, I whimper at the feeling sending a vibration through Leo’s body. He lets go of my head so I’m able to continue the movements at my pace.
But only for a moment.
“Did I tell you that you could touch yourself?” My eyes shoot open at his question, and I immediately stop rubbing.
Removing him from my mouth, I wipe away the drool and tears from my face. “I couldn’t help myself. I needed to be touched.”
“If you make me come, I’ll give you what you want.”
I nod, taking my hand out of my pants, and take him back into my mouth. Hollowing out my cheeks as my sucks become harsher around him, pushing my head down to the point I make myself gag again.
In no time, he is cursing under his breath and releasing into my mouth.
I swallow every drop of him. That’s not normal for me. I didn’t mind going down on a guy, but they never finished in my mouth. I hated the taste but Leo is different. It’s sweet, not salty and it might be my new favorite flavor.
I feel like I’m drunk or high on this feeling of pleasing him. Knowing that I’m the one making this man feel this way is amazing.
“Stand up.”
I get to my feet, but he remains sitting. He moves forward, his fingers dipping into my sweats, and he pulls them down.
“No underwear?” He tsks before planting his lips on my hipbone. With his lips hovering over my skin, he stares at the faded mark he left on me before glancing up at me through his lashes. “You’re a naughty girl, you know that?”
“You have no idea,” I answer, a sigh leaving me from his lips pressing against my skin again.
He hums against me while his large hand runs up the back of my thigh, meeting my ass. With a tight squeeze, his tongue flattens against my hipbone and then trails over to the side.
Leo gets closer and closer to where I need him the most but pauses.
“This pretty pussy is mine.”
My bottom lip finds its way between my teeth. “All yours.”
Leo’s hand remains on my ass as he stands up from the chair. He moves me, my back now facing his office chair. My breathing quickens as his hand meets my shoulder, making me sit in his seat, where my arms rest against the sides of the chair, and my eyes watch in a heated gaze as he drops to his knees.
His soft lips press against my inner thigh, eyes still focused on my face. My breath hitches when he gets closer to my clit and just when I was hoping he would attach his mouth to me, he doesn’t. He grabs under my knees, lifting my legs to drape them over his back, his hands meeting my waist, and yanks me closer to him.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about how you taste.”
“Then why are you dragging it out?” I whine, a sigh of annoyance puffing past my lips.
“I enjoy watching you squirm.” He smiles, nipping at the inside of my thigh. “Plus, you need to be taught how to be patient.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about... fuck!” He bites down harder, leaving his mark. “I’m patient.”
He lets out a soft chuckle that was too hot for me to handle. “No, you most certainly are not.”
“Leo...” I pant his name.
“Tell me what it is you want, Vee.” The palms of his hands press down on my thighs, spreading my legs further apart so I’m fully exposed. If I wanted to, I couldn’t even close them. That’s how much strength he is putting into holding me down.
“Your mouth.” I breathe out. “I want your mouth on me... please, Leo.”
“Mmm.” He inches closer, blowing cool air on my clit, eliciting a loud moan from me. “You need to be quiet, Veronica.”
Using my full name lets me know he is serious at this moment. “I’m sorry.”
“Do I need to silence you again?” The memory of him shoving my underwear into my mouth to keep me quiet makes me squirm. I shake my head. “Good. If so, then I’ll do what I have to do.”
“I’ll be quiet. Please… just do something.”
He hums while his eyes drop to the center of my thighs. “So pretty.”
It feels like forever before he makes a move, but when he does, my eyes roll into the back of my head, taking in the darkness. His mouth finds my clit; his tongue swirls around the overly-sensitive area.
I’m finding it hard to stay quiet, biting my lip to stop any noise from coming out of me. Then he sucks harshly as he shoves a finger inside of me. I have to slap my hand over my mouth to hold back the moan. It isn’t enough to muffle the sound that leaves me.
That’s when I feel the absence of his mouth, his finger stilling inside me. “What did I tell you?”
“I’m sorry.” Why can’t I stop apologizing? “It feels too good.”
“How long has it been?” He adds a second finger, slowly pumping them in and out. “How long has it been since someone has made you come?”
“Too long,” my answer is full of desperation. He shoves his fingers further inside, curling them and hitting that spot repeatedly.
Without thinking, and because I need his mouth on me again, my hand tangles itself into his dark hair and pulls him forward until his lips meet my clit.
It’s short-lived because Leo is ripping my hand out of his hair and detaches himself from me. A cry leaves me at the loss of touch, but shivers flood my body when my eyes meet his. Darkness consumes him. He’s pissed.
“Eager are we?”
“Our session is only for a certain amount of time. Just trying to get to as much in as we can.”
“That doesn’t mean you can take control, Veronica.” He hisses and backs away from me.
A pit in my stomach forms when he stands up, thinking he will end this right now, but he doesn’t when he grips my arm to force me to stand up.
He quickly places me at the edge of his desk, and then his hand positions itself between my shoulder blades, firmly shoving me down.
“Don’t do that again.”
“I won’t. I promise.” My body trembles as his hand trails down my back and over my ass.
A loud slap sounds through the room. Let’s hope that no one is out in the hall to hear that. This man may seem like a saint in his day-to-day life, but behind closed doors, he sins like the devil.
I can see Leo standing behind me while my temple rests against the desk surface, but suddenly, he disappears, dropping to his knees, and wastes no time attaching his mouth to me.
I feel his tongue glide over my clit, then drag upwards until he is pushing his tongue inside me.
The warmth of his tongue flicking up and down inside sends a shock of waves through my body. His thumbs dig deep into my skin, spreading me further apart like he can’t get enough of me.
I groan in frustration when he removes himself again, but that frustration gets replaced by pleasure when he slides two fingers in and pumps them violently.
“You taste so damn good, Vee,” he tells me before pressing his lips to the back of my leg.
“Shit,” I curse as he pushes in deeper. I clasp my hand over my mouth again to keep the moans from spilling. He’s pushing me to the edge, and I will gladly fall right over it.
“You gonna come for me?” His teeth bite into my skin; the pain only intensifies the pleasure.
“Mhm,” the answer is muffled between my hands.
Leo continues his pace, and my legs shake. With one more push, I hit my orgasm so hard that my eyes screw shut while curses and moans hit my hand. He slows his fingers down, letting me ride out my high, but then he takes them out.
His tongue glide across me, licking up every bit of my arousal, not wanting any of it to go to waste. He hums as he devours me; if he keeps going, I will come again. I wouldn’t be mad about that.
But he stops, standing behind me. My eyes follow him as best as they can until he positions his fingers before my mouth.
“Clean them off for me,” he orders.
Removing my hand from my face, I part my lips, allowing him to plunge the two fingers I just came all over into my mouth. Wrapping my swollen lips around him, my eyes close, savoring the taste of myself.
“See how good you taste? You’re gonna have me addicted.”
Good. That’s the plan.
I can”t believe I’m actually able to think about that right now.
With the angle that it is at, I can feel his dick pressing against my pussy. Feeling him like this makes me want him inside of me desperately. “Leo, fuck me, please.”
“Oh, pretty girl.” He stands straight up, looking down between us to witness how he is held against me. “I would love to fuck you, but I don’t think you deserve it yet.”
“What?” I question before the tip of his dick glides from my clit to my entrance. He holds himself still. “I was a good girl. I listened to you.” I don’t care how pathetic I sound right now.
“That you were.” He pushes the tip in the smallest bit, causing me to gasp, but he doesn’t go further. His fingers dig into my hips as he attempts to compose himself. Trying not to give in to temptation.
“Leo...” I plead as if my life were at stake.
It takes so much willpower not to move backward to push him fully inside me. I don’t want to push boundaries again.
“You’re going to feel so good, Vee.” His voice is low and raspy. “When the time comes, but like I said, you don’t deserve to be fucked right now.”
“Why?”
“Because,” he steps back and leans forward, hand wrapping around my neck to pull me, my back flush with his front. Tilting my head to the side, his mouth hovers over my ear. “You got into a fight. Only those who behave get rewarded.”
“What do you want me to do?” Despair drips from my voice.
“I want you to go all of next week with no altercations.” He whips me around. “Think you can handle that?”
“A week?” My eyes go wide.
“Yes.” He backs away and collects my clothes from the floor.
“I’ll try,” I agree, taking my clothes from him. “What is the new schedule like? For our sessions.”
“We will keep Tuesdays and Thursdays.” He steps into his jeans. “Then I was thinking of adding Friday.”
“Only one more day?”
“Let’s start off with three days a week and see how that goes,” he states while I get dressed. “And Veronica, you realize we will actually have to have real sessions, right? It can’t always be like this.”
Of course, I knew that. As much as I would love for it to be like this all the time when we are alone, he is here to do his job. With real sessions, he will get to know me better, which will hopefully help him fall in love with me.
Sex is just a bonus.
“Yeah, I know.” I walk around his desk and to the door but then turn to look at him with a sly grin. “See you, Tuesday.”