Chapter 4
I wake to Leo’s fingertips trailing up my spine. I’m naked, and I shiver at the tickling sensation. A slow smile stretches across my face as I remember the thrill of being watched last night.
He really knows how to treat a girl.
“Morning, lass.” Leo’s lips brush my shoulder, and the familiar scent of his orange body wash wraps around me. “How do you feel today?”
I roll over to face him, my body aching pleasantly. “Mmm, amazing.”
Something warm flickers in his eyes. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, pet. Your willingness to explore impressed me.”
My chest does that stupid fluttery thing again. “I trust you completely, Sir. I know you won’t push me too far.”
“And I won’t.” His voice carries the weight of his promise. “Now, I have something for you.”
He pulls a black credit card from the nightstand and hands it to me. My eyes widen when I see my name embossed on it in silver letters. “What’s this for?”
Leo chuckles and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “It’s for you, my sweet lass. Go out today and buy whatever catches your eye—clothes, shoes, jewelry, anything that makes you happy. Consider it a reward for being such a good girl.”
I hesitate, running my fingers along the smooth edges of the card. It feels heavier than a credit card should. Like accepting it means something I’m not ready to name. “But...I can’t accept this. It’s too much.”
His expression softens, and he cups my cheek with one large hand. “It’s not too much, lass. I enjoy spoiling you, and I plan on taking immense pleasure in removing whatever you buy from that delectable body of yours.”
My face goes hot, but I’m grinning like an idiot. “Well, when you put it that way...”
He laughs, and the sound rumbles through his chest in a way that makes my stomach dip. “That’s my good girl. Now, no limits. Buy what makes you happy.”
I kiss him before I can think too hard about the feeling ballooning in my chest. “Thank you, Sir. I won’t disappoint you.”
I mean it, too. And not just about the shopping. When did pleasing him become the thing I think about before I fall asleep? When did “good girl” start hitting harder than an orgasm? I shove the thought away before it gets too real.
We climb out of bed, and Leo stops me with a hand on my arm. “Wait, lass.” His tone shifts, becoming commanding, and my heart thumps. He presses his body against mine from behind, and oh god, I can feel how hard he is, his cock thick and insistent against my lower back.
“I need you first.” He pushes me toward the nearest wall. I gasp, bracing my hands against the cool surface, and his foot nudges mine apart, spreading my legs wide.
“So fucking sexy.” His hands slide up to cup my breasts, kneading them possessively, thumbs circling my nipples until they peak. “My sweet, eager lass needs to start her day with a pussy full of cum.”
Holy hell, that’s filthy. I love it. I want to tell him I’m only this eager because I enjoy him taking control, but all I manage is a whimper. He pulls on my nipples again, and the sharp pleasure-pain zings straight to my clit.
With a final pinch that makes me squeak, he presses me flat against the wall. I have to turn my head to rest my cheek against it.
The blunt head of his cock presses against my entrance for one breathless moment, and then he sinks into me with one firm thrust.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” He groans against my neck and sets a relentless pace. Fuuuck, and I moan as each powerful thrust scrapes my nipples against the wall, sending electric shocks of pleasure through me that make me clench around him.
His hands roam my body like he’s claiming every inch. This should feel degrading, right? Instead I feel wanted in a way that makes my chest ache.
He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back. I cry out at the sharp tug.
“You’re mine,” he rasps. “Mine to fuck, mine to use, mine to control. Say it.”
My head spins, thoughts scattering as pleasure builds with each thrust. “Yours...oh god, yours. Yours.”
Holy fuck, that’s hot. I’m just a hole he can use for his pleasure. He’s taking what he needs, and I’m loving every second of it.
His body tenses as his cock swells. He’s close. I clench around him deliberately, wanting to make him come.
He thrusts deep one final time, shuddering, and his groan is primal as jets of warm cum bathe my insides. Oh, fuck. Suddenly, I realize I’m not going to come and I whimper.
He stays there for a long moment, pinning me to the wall, his chest heaving against my back. When he pulls out slowly, I shiver as his cum and my own wetness trickle down my thigh.
He turns me around, his hands steadying me, and kisses me softly. When he pulls back, his eyes search mine. “Are you okay, lass?”
I open my mouth to say yes automatically, but something in his gaze stops me. My hands won’t stop shaking. The ache between my thighs borders on painful, and when I try to swallow, my throat is too tight. I blink, but wetness still pricks at my eyes.
His whole demeanor changes in a heartbeat. “Hey. Look at me.” His voice is gentle. “Do you want to stop? We can end this right now.”
I take a shaky breath. My chest rises and falls. The ache between my thighs pulses with each heartbeat. But underneath the desperation, underneath the need that’s been building—what do I actually want?
My fingers curl into my palms. My throat works.
“No.” The word comes out steady. “I don’t want to stop.” Heat crawls up my neck. “I want...I want you to keep control. Please, Sir.”
His eyes change, and the intensity softens at the edges. His hand comes up to cup my face, thumb brushing my cheekbone.
“You’re sure?”
I lean into his touch, my body answering before my words do. “Yes, Sir. I’m okay. I want this.”
“That’s my good girl.” He kisses my forehead tenderly. “I know you’re aching for it, but that orgasm belongs to me. You’ll wait until I decide to give it to you.”
“Yes, Sir.” The words come out shaky but certain.
He hugs me, holding me close for another moment. “Go clean up now, and then you’re off to pamper yourself. I have work, but I’ll be thinking about you all day.” His voice drops lower, rougher. “And knowing you’ll be desperate to come but can’t touch yourself.”
Heat floods through me. “Yes, Sir.”
He gives me one more quick, hard kiss that leaves me breathless. “Good. Now go on.”
I head to the bathroom on unsteady legs.
In the shower, I let the hot water cascade over my shoulders, washing carefully.
When the soap slips between my thighs, I gasp and jerk away from my own touch.
Too much. Everything is too sensitive. I finish quickly, focusing on the body parts that won’t make this worse.
Afterwards, wrapped in a towel, I notice the way each step creates friction. The way sitting down sends a pulse of desire through my core. I smile despite the frustration humming under my skin. There’s something oddly pleasurable about walking around unsatisfied because he decided I would be.
In my bedroom, I find a simple black dress laid out on the bed. No panties.
Holy hell. My thighs clench. He picked this out. Decided for me. I grab the dress, already turned on. There’s probably something I should unpack about why I like this so much, but I don’t care. For these few weeks, I just want to be his.
The mall feels surreal when I know I can buy whatever I want.
His credit card burns a hole in my pocket as I drift toward the high-end boutiques.
I’m aware of how I must look with my blonde braids and chunky boots.
Like I raided a teenager’s closet rather than dressed for designer stores.
I half-expect someone to stop me and ask what I’m doing here.
But no one does. The salespeople smile and offer help, treating me like any other customer.
With a strange flutter in my chest, I realize I look like I belong here—or at least, like I belong to someone who does.
I run my fingers over silk blouses and cashmere sweaters.
What does it mean that spending his money doesn’t make me feel guilty?
That I want to buy things he’ll enjoy taking off me?
Without his credit card, I would have agonized over every price tag.
Now I’m selecting items based on how Leo will react when he sees me in them.
I’m changing. The realization settles over me, impossible to ignore.
I try on a deep blue silk dress in the fitting room, and it transforms me into someone I barely recognize—sultry and confident.
My eyes are bright, and there’s something different in the set of my shoulders.
I’m more alive. More certain of what I want. I like this new version of me.
Once I decide to buy the dress, it gets easier to go wild.
By the time I’m done at the boutique, I’ve got an impressive haul—the blue dress, a skintight red number that’ll make Leo lose his mind, and several other pieces I know will end up on his bedroom floor.
The total makes my eyes widen, but I hand over the card without hesitating.
I consider heading to a lingerie store next, but then a better idea strikes me. I should buy a sex toy that Leo can use on me.
My body flushes as I make my way to an adult toy store tucked in a discreet corner of the mall. I’ve never bought a toy with the intent of someone else using it on me—let alone with someone else’s money—and my pulse kicks up as I step inside.
The store is beautiful, with displays that look more like modern art installations than a sex shop.
A woman with a friendly smile guides me to a wall of vibrators in jewel tones, and I spot one immediately.
It’s beautifully designed, curved like a wave with a smaller nub for clitoral stimulation. It’s a deep, luxurious purple.
I imagine Leo’s eyes on me while I use it. Better yet, him controlling it, deciding when and how much pleasure I get. The thought makes me squeeze my thighs together.
“I’ll take it.”
She packages it discreetly, and handing over the card feels easier than ever.
When I leave the toy shop, I pass an art supply store and pause at the window, eyeing the display of paints and brushes.
With Leo’s card in my pocket, I could finally buy quality supplies.
But that feels different than buying clothes he’ll enjoy removing.
Art supplies feel too much like I’m taking advantage. I move on.
I skip the lingerie shop for now and find a bench, pulling out my phone to text Willow.
Alice: Yo, want to go lingerie shopping with me soon?
I need some girl talk. Maybe it’s time to tell her what’s really going on with Leo. She responds almost immediately.
Willow: Sure, when and where? I need something sexy too.
I work out the details with her, smiling to myself. She doesn’t know it yet, but I think Leo’s going to end up buying her that “something sexy.”
By the time I leave the mall, shopping bags dangling from both hands, I’m ready to get home and find Leo. Hopefully he’ll be ready to use me again.
I think I’m becoming addicted to him.
The thought should worry me more than it does.