Chapter 10 Leonardo
LEONARDO
With her arms still pinned, I skim my free hand down the front of the dress, teasing her erect nipples. They’re beaded tight—straining against the thin fabric—and I yank the bodice low enough they slip out.
Perky. More than a handful.
Her nipples are a sweet, rosy pink that makes my mouth water, but I ignore them—a betrayal that earns me a hiss from my wife. Her small fangs peek out from behind a plump mouth, flashing in displeasure.
My response? I smack each tit twice, catching the tips—a warning—before moving further down.
The dress she’s wearing has risen, showing off her creamy thighs.
Her pussy is almost on display.
Just a little. Swollen lips are soaked, a few drops of her wetness dripping onto the refinished wooden floors.
Spoiled and impatient.
From the outside, the cabin is average, with vines and wildflowers growing around the property.
The inside, though, has an open floor plan and modern amenities.
No living room or bedrooms, the large four-poster bed sits against the opposite wall where I have her pinned.
No other furniture exists, but there’s a fridge and what could be considered a kitchenette with a bathroom to the back as an add-on, and it’s small.
The place reminds me of a yurt, without the curved walls.
“You’re not being very nice to me,” Aya says, voice petulant, back arched in offering.
“Should I be, little thief?” From the corner of my eye, I notice a paddle on the bed and bite back a smirk. My precious one enjoys a spanking. “You owe me.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” The tail end of that is said through a whimper as my fingers drift low again, past her chest, abdomen, until I slip between her thighs. I growl as I’m met with bare, soft, and soaked skin.
Fuck, I love her.
“What were you waiting for, hmm?” I pull my hand back, then slap it against her exposed cunt. A small scream rips from her, and I do it again, making sure her clit takes the brunt of it.
Anaya’s legs shake, her wings spreading out—a full body shudder rocking her while a stuttered moan leaves her lips. The next hit lands harder, my magic unleashing a sharp electrical shock that leaves her unsteady.
My hold on her arms keeps her up, but the rest of her is pliant and flushed. Perfection.
“Leo, I need you.” That low, sultry moan with my name on her lips causes my cock to twitch and my hips to flex, looking for the friction I deny myself.
Deny her.
She wants to play this game, test my dominance, and I’ll give it to her, but on my terms. I’m in charge.
The anger still pulses despite our proximity and her docility. That rune she took calls to me, sensing its owner, and I pause mid-slap. Like a beacon, it flares, but the magic isn’t as strong…
My fingers grip her dress, and with one hard tug, I rip it.
The first tear is from the hem to her right hip, diagonally, before another yank sends it somewhere behind me.
The next piece comes from the bodice, its small buttons pinging all around us, while the top parts reveal nothing but naked, flushed skin and a belly chain.
The latter has little blue and purple glass beads, but I’m drawn to the second strand. That one stops right over her mound.
Pushing aside the remnants of her dress, I watch them fall from her shoulders and land around her feet.
Gorgeous. Luscious. Thief.
The rune calls to me again, my skin throbbing with recognition, and I let go of her pinned wrist. “Do not move a fucking inch.”
“My king, I—”
Her words are cut off by a quick, yet brutal kiss. It leaves her gasping, my bite to her top then bottom lip a little painful. Her second warning.
“Don’t move.” With the tip of two fingers, I follow the trail until I find the first of two prizes. Just above her clit, the chain stops, and hanging from the end is my rune.
I tap it once, and its connection to me reignites, thrumming with life, and Aya trembles. Tries to shift away.
I don’t allow it.
Instead, I shove two fingers inside her fast and hard—she comes. The first of the night, her hands falling from the wall to grip my arm, trying to shy away, but I only push them in deeper.
“Please, please…oh, Gods, please!” Her back arches, pushing her beautiful tits toward my face as a cry leaves her. I’m relentless, pounding her tight hole while using the palm of my hand to rub her clit.
The rune’s vibrations help keep her on the edge where pleasure meets pain, overstimulated, but my mate never tells me to stop. Instead, she tilts her hips and spreads a little wider, chasing another orgasm.
And when she tenses, I pull out.
Anaya whines, her thighs shaking—trying to close and rub together—but I step back, and her weakened legs can’t hold her up anymore. Her knees meet the floor at my feet, her eyes staring up at me with undisguised wanton hunger.
My breaths come out in hard pants. Those perfectly parted lips taunt me.
I fist her blonde hair and pull her against my pant-covered length.
Rub her mouth across the thick outline a few times before forcing her face up to mine.
Then I tie the ribbon around her neck; a cute little bow now hangs at the elegant curve.
“You never leave our lands without telling me or the guards, my precious one. You will never put yourself in danger again. Nod if you understand.” She does, and I grin down at her.
It’s salacious and unapologetic against her pout as I tap her nose before wrapping her hair around my fist once more.
“Did you want to come again? Were you close?”
“Yes.” A meek whisper, but the way she licks her lips is wicked.
“Good. Now pull me out.” With shaky hands, Anaya lowers the zipper. My grip on her head never falters as my cock springs free and the tip smacks her nose and lips. Motherfuck, what a beautiful sight. More so as her end of the bond sizzles with excitement and yearning, not a single ounce of fear.
“Now what, Husband?”
Thief and cheater; she knows what calling me that does to me.
“Open.” I tap her mouth with the angry head, rubbing my pre-come across her lips as if it were lip gloss. They’re shiny and plump, so soft, but then her warm breath grazes the tip, and I can’t help but thrust forward.
The pleasure enveloping my cock as I slide in and kiss the back of her throat is both heaven and hell. Two sides of the same coin, and I’d kill to protect them. This. Her. How she trusts me—knows she’s safe to explore and let go—while giving in to a side of her that brings her peace.
She both needs and yearns for my dominance.
“Fucking hell, precious one. Just like that…swallow.” Aya does as told, paying special attention to the underside with each thrust of my hips.
I stroke in and out, pushing deeper with each pump, and when she slips a hand between her thighs, I pull out, leaving a string of saliva connecting us. “Get on the bed. On all fours.”
“Just let me—” The smack of my length against her cheek is loud, and the heat in her violet eyes turns molten. Her wings disappear.
“Now.” My mate doesn’t stand, but rather crawls to the mattress and climbs up, facing me. Her knees are spread, ass high in the air, and I reward her. Fisting my cock, I leave it a hair’s breadth from her mouth. “Go on. Bite it.”
Fangs appear a second before the pain, but that quickly becomes pleasure.
It feels so good, more so when an electrical pulse shocks me right where my mating mark sits.
She’s licking now, from tip to mark and then the base, her tongue worshipping my length with alternating broad strokes of her tongue and quick flicks.
I let her do this for a few minutes before reaching over and grabbing the paddle. “Suck my cock, Aya. Show me that my bad little fae is really a good girl.”
“Leo, I—”
I slide in deep to the base, my pelvis stopping against her lips. “You’re going to keep me right there, use your tongue and swallow. If you try to pull back, it will be worse.”
Something unintelligible leaves her, but then she screams. The strike of the paddle leaves a red welt behind in the shape of a carved pumpkin.
Pink turns red as it blooms, and I do it again.
Three times, pausing when her fangs break skin and she suckles the blood.
Her cheeks hollow, trying to pull more of the sanguine drops while the scent of her arousal turns sweeter.
But through the assault, she keeps me in her throat. Works me with the muscles there, and I reward her with two more alternating spanks: one to the area where ass meets thigh, the second between her parted thighs, barely catching her labia.
Her body thrashes, shaking and dripping all over our bedding.
“More?” I ask, pulling my cock halfway out before sliding in, then out again.
“Tap my thigh for yes, wiggle your foot for no.” She digs her nails into my thigh in response, body languid—relaxed in her position.
There are small traces of blood on my shaft from where she cut me; nothing large, and I like the mess it creates.
Sanguine drops across her sharp teeth.
Chin dripping with drool and pre-come.
Face flushed and eyes glazed as they gaze up at me with love.
My wife. My heart.
The last strike comes in fast and hard on the back of her thigh, close to the crease, and her body tenses. For a few seconds, she doesn’t move, but then it unfurls. Her pelvic muscles contract, and the orgasm slams into her, causing her eyes to roll back.
Then I fuck her face with complete abandon. The sounds she makes are the perfect soundtrack to our All Hallows’ Eve celebration, from whimpers to a glug and the occasional gag when I thrust in too hard.
Grip tight on her hair, I keep her in place while the rest of her shakes, and I pump in and out at a rapid pace. I use her, take my pleasure with deep strokes that cause her to choke on a scream before pulling out, flipping her around, and slamming into her pulsing cunt to the hilt.
Anaya is so fucking tight in her orgasm that the contractions almost push me out, but I thrust through them. This isn’t soft or sweet. I ride her with sharp punches of my cock against her cervix while my mouth takes her in a desperate kiss.
Its teeth and tongue, breaths mingling as I grip a thigh in each hand and wrap them around my waist. “Fuck, Anaya. You’re my heaven.”
“I love you, too. Always and forever.”
“We are one.” With the rune trapped between us, I roll my hips against hers.
It’s magic vibrates, lashing across my cock while squelching noises fill the room.
The sound is obscene yet beautiful, and I close my eyes for a second to enjoy it.
My dick drives deep, and her back arches, but I pin her in place beneath me and fuck her through the wave of pleasure.
She’s close. So am I.
“Come for me, my heart. Milk my cock.” Slipping a hand between us, I stroke the tip of my thumb across her unhooded clit.
And fuck me, she clenches so hard—the third orgasm of the night ruins her as she squirts all over us.
We’re a mess, and I feel more magic than man, the blood in my veins throbbing as I pulse against her stretched walls.
But what breaks me is the feel of my cock bulging against my hand as I slam in deep a final time.
“Yes, Leo. Oh, Gods, I feel you,” she sobs, hips trying to buck beneath me, and every subtle movement pulls another thick rope of come from me. I fill her to the brim, overflowing in our combined mess, and it’s a beautiful feeling to be loved by this glorious woman.
We stay like that for a while, tangled in the sheets with her half-lying on my chest as I stroke my fingers through her damp hair. The world feels quiet. Right. At peace.
“These are the moments I live for,” I murmur, voice low. “I could never live without you.”
Her lips brush my chest, soft and sure. “Good. Because you never will.”
I hold her close after. No more words needed.
Just mine. Just us.
Always.
Minutes pass, and just when I think she’s asleep, Anaya whispers, “Do you like the cabin? I bought it from an old rogue couple Isa knows…”
That’s as far as she gets.
Next comes the tiniest snore, and I don’t have the heart to wake her.