Chapter 5
Anticipation thrums through me as I walk into the house, eager to show Leo what I bought. I find him in his study, poring over paperwork, but he looks up as I enter. His eyes light up, crinkling at the corners, and a smile tugs at his lips.
“Ah, my sweet lass is back.” He leans back in his chair. “Did you have a good trip?”
I set my bags on the floor, unable to keep the grin off my face. “I had a wonderful day. Thank you again for the credit card. I bought some things I think you’ll like.”
“Oh, really?” He raises an eyebrow. “Don’t keep me in suspense, my pet. Show me.”
I reach into one of the bags and pull out the blue dress I tried on earlier. The silk catches the light as I hold it up for him to see.
Leo’s gaze darkens, hunger flickering in his eyes. “You’re going to look stunning in that. But I must admit, I’ll enjoy peeling it off you even more.”
I blush and continue, pulling out the red skintight dress next.
A low sound rumbles in his chest. “Are you trying to kill an old man like me?”
I’m not sure how old he really is, but it makes me giggle. “You’re not that old.” I hesitate, then reach into the toy shop bag. “And this thing…”
I pull out the vibrator, open the box, and hold it up. The deep purple silicone gleams under the study lights, and my pulse hammers against my ribs.
His eyes sharpen with intrigue. “Oh, is my pet wanting more toy time?”
I nod, feeling bashful at being this blatant. “I thought it could be fun...for us.”
He walks around the desk to stand in front of me. “You’re full of surprises,” he says, brushing a finger along my jaw. “And this just confirms that you’re perfectly suited to be my freeuse toy. I’ll enjoy seeing you use it.”
My breath hitches. “You want to watch me?”
“Yes, and if you’re a good lass, I’ll even let you come.”
I suppress a groan of desire. “When do you want me to use it, Sir?”
He brushes a thumb over my lower lip. “Tonight. After dinner. I want you to remember the anticipation. Each time you hold back, it’ll make your release that much sweeter.”
“Yes, Sir.” The words feel thick in my throat.
He steps back, his tone shifting to authority. “Now, go put your purchases away and take a shower. When you’re done, meet me in the kitchen. I have plans for us before dinner.”
After cleaning up, I put the black dress back on with nothing underneath since Leo didn’t tell me to wear anything else. I find him at the kitchen counter, chopping vegetables and singing softly. The scent of herbs and garlic fills the air.
He looks up as I enter and smiles. “Just in time. I have a task for you. Something to keep you entertained while I cook.”
Nervous energy coils low in my belly. “What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to give me a show. Strip for me, and let’s see how well you can follow instructions while I prepare our meal.”
Holy hell. A thrill races through me. I grasp the bottom of the black dress and peel it upward slowly. Leo watches intently, his eyes filled with hunger as the dress slides over my breasts and shoulders, then drops from my fingers to the floor.
Standing there completely exposed, I meet his gaze. “Is this what you wanted, Sir?”
His lips curl into a wicked grin. “Turn around.”
I obey, shivering under the weight of his gaze. The cool kitchen air prickles against my skin.
“Lovely,” he breathes. “Now, bend over the counter with your ass facing me. I want you to touch yourself, but you aren’t allowed to come.”
This is deliciously filthy. I bend over the counter, leaning on one elbow and gliding my fingers down to my pussy.
The first touch makes me shudder. A low sound comes from behind me, almost a growl.
My thighs tremble. The knowledge that he’s right there, seeing everything, sends electricity through every inch of my skin.
I’m performing and indulging all at once.
“You’re a beautiful sight, my pet. Take your time and let me enjoy this.”
His appreciation gives me confidence. I tease my clit, circling my finger slowly, careful not to get too worked up. Knowing he can see how wet I am makes me want to give him the best show I can.
I hear him move to the stove and add the vegetables to a skillet. I can’t resist peeking over my shoulder, and there’s a noticeable bulge in his pants.
“Eyes forward, my pet.” His voice carries an edge that makes my core clench.
I snap my gaze back to the cool marble under my forearm. His voice fills my thoughts as I sink a finger into my pussy and start fucking myself.
“Good girl.” The words roll over me like warm honey. “Now, take your fingers out and taste yourself.”
My hand shakes as I follow his command. The sweet and musky taste on my finger makes a pulse of desire roll through me.
“Now slide your fingers back in. Don’t go too deep. I want you to edge yourself.”
I whimper as I do what he says, pushing two fingers inside and slowly fucking myself. I moan softly as the pleasure builds, my hips rocking against my hand.
“You’re doing so well.” I can hear the smile in his voice.
My breathing speeds up. I’m so close. Every instinct screams to chase the release, but forcing myself to wait makes everything more intense. I rock my hips and gasp at the jolt of pleasure.
When I speed up and I’m teetering on the edge, Leo suddenly commands, “Stop.”
I whimper as I force myself to stop.
“Hold that feeling. When I’m ready, I’ll decide how to reward your patience.”
My face burns as I stand and turn, leaning against the counter. I don’t know how much longer I can take this without coming.
“Do you want me to do anything to help get dinner ready?” The quicker dinner is over, the sooner I get more playtime and, hopefully, an orgasm.
Leo glances at me over his shoulder with a playful smile. His salt-and-pepper hair is slightly mussed, giving him an adorably relaxed look.
“Aye, lass. Set the table for us.” His voice takes on that commanding edge I’m learning to crave. “Do it carefully and line everything up perfectly. All the details matter, my pet. I don’t want to see anything crooked.”
A thrill runs through me at his order. If something’s not perfect, will he punish me? The idea makes me ache. I’m half-tempted to fail on purpose. But I need to come tonight too badly to risk it, so I play along.
“I’m on it, Sir!”
I gather the plates, cutlery, and glasses.
My hands shake slightly as I position each fork exactly parallel to the knife.
Why does the angle of a spoon suddenly matter?
I glance at him. He’s watching me, arms crossed, expression unreadable.
Because he can. Because I’m his toy now, and he’ll use me however he wants—even for this.
My breath comes shorter. I adjust a glass that was already straight, hyperaware of his eyes tracking the movement.
The room feels warmer. My thighs press together as I reach for the napkins, but it doesn’t help the ache building there.
“Very good,” he praises once the table is set, and I beam at his approval. “Now, pour some water for us.”
I reach for the pitcher, pouring our drinks carefully while Leo watches closely. Every command he gives, no matter how simple, feels like an erotic act in itself.
Leo dishes food onto our plates and sits at the head of the table. I sit across from him.
“While we eat, I want you to think about how after dinner, if you beg sweetly, I’ll let you come. If not...”
He lets the sentence hang in the air, and I shiver in delight. “Yes, Sir.”
The food he made is delicious, and we chat about casual things, the words flowing easily between us.
Now and then, Leo slips in a flirtatious comment, his eyes glinting with warmth that makes my body hum.
He’s attentive, almost like he’s my boyfriend, but I shouldn’t think that way.
I appreciate that he makes me feel valued, and not just a fucktoy around the clock.
I occasionally catch his gaze drifting, lingering on my bare skin.
He’s keeping me in a constant state of arousal, and eating naked at the table gives me a naughty zing.
“Are you enjoying being my obedient pet?” he asks.
I pause, wanting to answer honestly. “It’s incredible, Sir. Your attention...I love it. I didn’t know I could want to be controlled like this.”
“And it’s only going to get better, lass.” The promise in his voice makes my stomach tighten.
When we’re finished eating, Leo stands up, gesturing for me to stay seated as he gathers the dishes. “You’ve done wonderfully, my pet. Now, it’s time for your reward.”
Is it going to be his cock? Please let it be his cock and an orgasm. Before I can jokingly ask, he says, “Go fetch the purple vibrator you bought today.”
I hurry to the bedroom, quivering with anticipation as I retrieve the toy.
Returning to the dining room, I present the vibrator to Leo, holding it out in both hands like an offering. He takes it from me, and the brush of our fingers sends sparks through my body.
“Good girl.” His voice is a low rumble that makes my insides melt. “Now come over here and sit on the table in front of me.”
He pushes his chair back, leaving enough room for me to stand before him. “You’re going to use the toy while I watch, but you aren’t allowed to come.”
“Yes, Sir.” My body is already thrumming with need. The thought of pleasuring myself literally right in front of his face is mortifying and thrilling.
I perch on the edge of the table, spreading my legs without being told. This obedient, needy mess is a far cry from my usual self, but I love this version of me.
He hands me the purple vibrator. “Use this until I tell you to stop. Give me a show.”
I take the toy, its silicone surface cool against my flushed skin.
“Go on.” Leo settles back to enjoy the view. “Make yourself ache for me.”
I spread my legs wider, my pussy still slick from the earlier attention. The vibrator buzzes to life, and I shiver before it even touches my pussy. I tease myself, running it over my inner thighs, circling closer to my pussy.