Chapter Eight #2
Leo licks me harder and harder, letting out low, dark sounds in the back of his throat as he does it. “You are innocent.” He licks my nub. “You.” Lick. “Are.” Lick. “Mine.”
In this moment, I believe him. How can I be anyone else’s?
“Scream my name,” he orders. “As you come on my tongue. Scream my name.”
His tongue works my nub like magic. Over and over until I can’t see straight. Until I can’t even breathe.
And that’s when my orgasm hits me.
“Leo,” I cry out, giving him what he wants because… I want it too.
He continues to lick me even once my orgasm passes. I sigh as he kisses up my body, pushing my dress up until he slips it over my head. His lips wrap around one of my nipples while his hand plays with my other breast.
The pleasure of it makes me press my legs together to help the arousal flaring through me.
Leo lets my nipple go. “You liked when I ate your pussy?”
“Is that what you call it?”
“What do you call it?”
“My private area. It’s…” It’s what my mother would refer to it as. None of her romance books could have prepared me for this. Leo placing his mouth on me. Nothing could have prepared me for Leo to begin with.
“It’s your pussy. Say it.”
“My pussy,” I whisper, my face on fire.
“Are you embarrassed, baby? You don’t need to be. It’s a natural thing what I just did.”
“I wasn’t taught that.”
“Then what were you taught?”
“Nothing,” I admit.
“How sheltered were you?”
His question catches me off guard. “My entire life.”
“Are you lying to me about your father?”
I look him right in the eye because I have no reason to lie. “I am not lying. I have only ever told you the truth.”
“And yet, you’re still keeping something from me. I can tell. What is it, baby? Is this how I get through to you? Pleasure your little pussy?” He cups me between my legs. I sigh and open my legs wider.
He rubs his palm over my nub, back and forth, getting me warmed up again. “You like this? When I touch you like this?”
“Yes,” I moan softly.
“I can tell you’re a virgin. You’ve never known the touch of a man. But why? Why when you’re so beautiful?”
“I wasn’t allowed to date.”
“Because your father said so?”
I shake my head. “Because of my mother. But I don’t want to talk about her.”
“Why not?”
“Please,” I cry out. “Please.”
His palm moves over my nub, sending pleasure through me.
“Fine. Don’t tell me. I guess I’ll just have to keep touching you like this until you talk to me.
” His fingers find my nub and flick it. My hips buck up and a loud moan escapes me.
My face flushes from the embarrassment. If my mother saw me like this…
“Come for me again,” he commands.
“Leo,” I whine.
“I know, baby. I know you’re confused. Or maybe you’re playing me. Hell, I don’t know. What I do know is seeing you like this, all spread out naked for me, your face flushed from pleasure, is making my cock hard. It’s making me want you. It’s making me feel less guilty.”
I frown, not understanding everything he’s saying. But before I can ask, he flicks my clit again, distracting me.
I gasp when he inserts his finger back into me. It hurts but not as much this time.
“I didn’t know you were a virgin when I put my finger into you,” he says, moving it back and forth.
“But I’m going to fuck you with my finger now because you’re mine, Emma.
I will have all of you. All of your body.
All of your secrets. Everything. Because you’re driving me fucking insane.
” His lips capture mine in a heated kiss.
I moan into his lips, arching into him. His finger moves in and out of me without mercy. I cry out from the pain while my hips rise up for the pleasure.
He moves his lips to my ear. “Soon, my finger inside of you will be replaced with my cock. Can you imagine what that feels like, baby? Your first cock inside of you.”
His words make my inner walls clamp down on his finger.
I was given anatomy books when I was younger so I know the differences between a man and a woman. My mom made it clear that I was to never go close to man. That his penis would hurt me.
And maybe that’s true. But right now, Leo is showing me too much pleasure for me to believe my mother’s words. She was wrong and right about so much. I don’t know what to think because all I can think of right now is how good it feels having Leo’s hand on me.
He plunges his finger in deeper, making me cry. “Come for me, Emma. Come on my fingers.” His thumb finds my nub and presses down. I’m powerless to stop what happens next.
My orgasm rips through me almost violently and my cry echoes through the cold basement.
Leo plants a kiss to my neck before pulling his finger out of me. He stares down at my body with an unreadable expression.
“You were fighting that man,” he says. “You didn’t want to go with him.”
“I didn’t want to go with him.”
He nods once before slipping my dress back onto me. The silk does nothing to help hide me from the cold.
The darkness in Leo’s eyes remain even as he backs away from me and shuts the cage door.
He hesitates for only a moment before locking me inside.