Chapter 5 #2
When I finally press it against my clit, I gasp. The sensation is almost too much after being denied all day. But it’s fucking incredible.
Leo’s eyes are locked onto the toy as I twitch and gasp. “That’s it, lass. Bring yourself to the edge.”
I moan, arching my back as I slide the toy lower, teasing my entrance. My pussy clenches, hungry for more. I ease the vibrator inside, moaning as the delicious vibrations hit that perfect spot.
“Oh god,” I sigh, working the toy in and out. “It feels so good.”
“I bet it does.” His voice is rough with desire. “Your pussy’s swallowing it up like it’s starving. Faster.”
I obey, picking up the pace. The vibrations light up my entire body, building familiar tension low in my belly. My hips rock to meet each thrust of the toy, and I whimper, “Please?”
Leo leans forward, his eyes dark with lust. “Not yet. You’re not desperate enough.”
I whine in frustration, but do as I’m told, easing off as I’m about to tip over. It’s sweet torture.
“Please, Sir?” My free hand pinches and rolls my nipple. “Please let me come. I’ll do anything—just please.”
He stands and quickly pulls his cock out of his pants, looming over me with a wicked grin. “You don’t get to come unless it’s all over my cock.”
He takes the vibrator from me and presses on my shoulder, forcing me to lie back on the table.
I expect him to set the toy aside, but he presses the tip against my clit.
I arch my back and cry out as the intense pleasure almost makes me catapult over the edge.
Oh god, what happens if I come without permission?
He keeps the vibrator pressed firmly against my clit as he sinks his cock inside me. I throw my head back with a strangled cry, my body spasming.
The intensity ramps up so fast I can barely breathe. It’s too much—the vibrator buzzing relentlessly against my oversensitized clit, his cock stretching me, the denial that’s been building all day crashing into this sudden overwhelming flood of sensation. My vision blurs at the edges.
For a split second, panic flutters in my chest. The word yellow hovers on my tongue, my brain screaming that I can’t handle this, that I’m going to shatter into a million pieces.
But then Leo’s free hand finds mine, threading our fingers together and squeezing. That single grounding touch pulls me back from the edge of panic. I’m not drowning—I’m flying. The sensation shifts from overwhelming to transcendent, and I realize I can do this. I want this.
I squeeze his hand back, a silent confirmation, and his approving groan tells me he understands.
“That’s it, lass,” he rumbles, his voice thick with pride. “Stay with me. You can take it.”
And I can. Holy hell, I can.
“Christ, you’re so wet,” Leo groans as he pulls out and then sinks back into me, balls-deep.
I can only whimper in response, too lost in pleasure to form words.
The buzzing against my swollen clit combined with his thick cock filling me up is pure bliss.
Each thrust sends shockwaves through my body.
The wood of the table presses against my spine, and it’s all I can do to keep myself in the moment without spiraling out of control.
He sets a relentless pace, the table shaking with the force. “Such an obedient little fucktoy.”
My inner muscles flutter around him, desperately clenching as I hover on the razor’s edge of release. But I can’t come. Not until he says. It’s not just my body surrendering. It’s every part of me I’ve kept locked away, offered up to him.
“Please, Sir.” My voice cracks with desperation. “I need to come. Please let me come on your cock.”
“Shh, not yet, my pet.” He leans down to capture one of my bouncing nipples in his mouth, sucking hard.
I buck beneath him. “Please, please, please.”
I don’t know how long I can hold off. Every thrust sizzles my brain.
“Aww, is my poor fucktoy desperate?” He somehow manages to fuck me even deeper. “Does she need to come so badly she’s willing to beg for it?”
“Yes! Yes, I’m begging!” Tears leak from the corners of my eyes from frustration. “I’ve been begging!”
“Do you want me to fill you up until you’re dripping with cum?”
“Yes! Oh god, yes!”
“Then beg for it like you mean it.”
“Please!” The scream tears from somewhere deep. “Please let me come. I need it! I need you! Please, Sir, I’m begging you! Let me come!”
“That’s my good lass.” His groan vibrates through me. “You beg so prettily. Come for me. Now.”
On cue, my whole body seizes, back arching clean off the table as the most intense orgasm of my life crashes over me. I convulse violently, my pussy clamping down on Leo’s cock as wave after wave of pleasure ripples through me. It wrecks me.
“Time to fill this pussy.” Leo hammers into me through my contractions. His cock pulses inside me, flooding me with his cum, and the sensation only intensifies my climax. I come again, blinded by the sheer force of it.
I have no idea how long I’m spasming beneath him, lost to the all-consuming bliss radiating through every cell.
When I finally start to come back to myself, Leo hovers over me with a satisfied smirk as he watches me tremble through the aftershocks. My chest heaves.
“Thank you, Sir,” I manage to whisper, my body still shivering. His cock is still buried deep, and I can sense the wetness of our combined release dripping out. This table is going to need serious cleaning.
He leans down and kisses me tenderly. “You’re incredible,” he murmurs against my lips. “Your surrender...it’s beautiful to watch.”
I smile weakly, basking in his praise. “I never knew I could be like this.”
Leo pulls back slightly, his eyes searching mine. “How are you feeling?”
I take a moment to check in with myself. It’s hard to voice my emotions. “I...free.”
He traces a finger down my cheek. “That’s the power of submission. It’s not about pleasure alone, but about trusting another person completely.”
“I do trust you.” My voice is filled with conviction. “Completely.”
His smile widens, and he gives me another soft kiss. “That means the world to me.”
He pulls out slowly, and I moan at the emptiness. Leo grabs a napkin from the table, gently cleaning me up. His tenderness touches something deep inside me, and I blink back sudden tears.
“Thank you,” I whisper, my voice thick as a fat tear slips down my cheek.
He pauses, looking at me with concern. “Are you really okay, my sweet lass?”
I nod quickly, offering him a watery smile. “I’m happy. I don’t know why I’m crying.”
His face softens, and he lifts me into his lap like I weigh nothing, wrapping me up tight. “It’s normal to have a lot of emotions after an intense scene like that, sweetheart. You did so well.”
My body starts shaking as I burrow my face in his neck, breathing in the familiar orange scent that’s become my anchor. Leo holds me tighter, one hand cupping the back of my head, the other rubbing soothing circles on my back. “Shh, it’s okay, Alice. I’ve got you. You’re safe.”
I cling to him as the flood of emotions pours out. I’m raw, exposed, yet utterly safe in his arms.
“That’s it, let it all out,” he murmurs. “You were brave. I’m incredibly proud of you.”
His voice steadies something inside me, and I take a deep, shuddering breath. Leo presses a soft kiss to my temple.
“You’re doing so well, sweetheart. This is the hard part, processing all those intense emotions. But you’re not alone. I’m right here with you.”
I nod against his chest, my tears slowly subsiding. He’s right. This is hard, but being in his arms makes everything better.
Leo stands with me still in his arms and carries me into the living room as if I weigh nothing. My legs are still trembling, and the cool air against my sweat-damp skin makes me shiver. When he wraps the blanket around us, I burrow into him like he’s the only warm place in the world.
“How about some water?” he asks softly.
I nod, and he reaches for a bottle on the side table. Did he plan this? If he did, it makes me like him even more.
We sit in silence for a while, his arms wrapped around me, my head resting on his shoulder. It gives me time to gather my thoughts.
“Feeling better?” he asks.
I snuggle closer, breathing in orange and comfort. “Yes. Thank you for...for everything.”
He kisses the top of my head. “You don’t need to thank me, lass. This is what I’m here for, and I need this just as much as you do.”
I look up at him, my eyes searching his. “I thought I was here to be your freeuse fucktoy?”
He laughs, and the rumble in his chest makes me giddy. “That too. You are my freeuse fucktoy, but that doesn’t mean I won’t take care of you.”
I sigh happily and kiss his neck. I never expected to be cared for like this.
“Now, how about we get you tucked into bed?” he suggests. “You’ve had a big day, and you need your rest.”
I give him a shy smile. “Only if you come with me.”
He smiles back. “That was the plan.”
As Leo leads me to his bedroom, contentment settles into my bones.
Agreeing to be his freeuse toy until the New Year might be the best decision of my life.
But I’m not sure how to explain what I’m doing to other people.
I want to talk to Willow, but what would I even say?
That I’ve found something I didn’t know I was looking for?
That the man I met at a Halloween party has somehow become the safest place I’ve ever been?
The thought sends a flutter of nervousness through my belly, but I push it aside. Who says I have to tell Willow anything? This could be my secret for as long as I want it to be.
Something has shifted. I’m not just enjoying this arrangement anymore—I’m starting to need it. Need him. The thought should scare me, but when he pulls me closer, all I feel is safe.
Tomorrow’s problems can wait. Tonight, everything feels right, and I’m exactly where I want to be.