Chapter Eleven #2
“Flick your nipples,” he orders before running his tongue along my slit. I moan when I do as he instructs. Even through the silk of my nightgown, I can feel every sensation of my hands on my breasts. “Flick them again.”
Right as I flick my nipples, Leo flicks my nub with his tongue. I cry out, clamping my legs around his head. A low chuckle escapes his mouth.
Leo spreads my thighs wide and licks me harder like he might die if he doesn’t get to taste me enough. “Isn’t it better this way? No hair in the way.” He licks right over my folds until he reaches my entrance.
His eyes lock with mine as he inserts his tongue into me. The loudest moan I’ve ever made leaves my mouth.
Leo keeps his eyes locked with mine as he brings his tongue in and out of me. I can’t quite see what his mouth is doing from this angle but I can feel it. All of it. It’s so vulgar and sexy at the same time.
“Leo,” I gasp, my hips bucking into his face.
“Let me see your breasts, baby. Let me see them.”
I pull my straps down, freeing my breasts. Never have I been lost in pleasure like this. The pain in my side from my mother’s kick doesn’t even register right now. All I can think about is Leo’s mouth on my pussy.
Leo finds my nub again and licks it over and over and over. I grab my breasts so tightly until it hurts.
“I think you’re so fucking sexy,” he says into my pussy. “Come for me, baby.” He suckles my swollen nub with his lips.
Pleasure consumes me. “Leo,” I gasp out. “Oh. Oh!”
“Come for me,” he demands, grabbing my backside and squeezing hard. The mix of pain and pleasure is enough to send me right over the edge.
My orgasm almost hurts from how powerful it is.
I slump onto the bed, catching my breath. Leo kisses up my body until he reaches my breasts, capturing one nipple in his mouth. I moan softly. He lets my nipple go and kisses up to my neck before his lips find mine in a hot, passionate kiss.
After a long moment, Leo pulls back, capturing my chin in his hand. “You are mine, Emma. Never forget it.”
“Does that make me your prisoner… or your wife?”
“You’re both. But I would much prefer to shower you with pleasure as my prisoner than lock you back in that cage. But you belong to me. Never forget it. Don’t try to leave again. I don’t want you getting hurt.”
He flips me onto my back and slaps his hand against my backside. I gasp.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
He spanks me a few more times – quick hard slaps – before pulling back. “That’s a reminder that I’m in charge. You need to stay here. Don’t try to leave again. Promise.”
“I promise,” I whisper into the mattress. It’s moments like this that I know I should fear Leo and yet I don’t hate him like I should.
“Good. Now, get some rest. It was a long day for you yesterday. I have work to get to.” He pulls away from me, making me instantly colder. I fix my nightdress.
“What kind of work?”
“The kind where I try and stop your father. I will kill him if I get the chance. Me or Gabriel will do it.” He watches me carefully. “How does that make you feel?”
“I don’t know the man. I don’t know how that should make me feel.”
He nods once. “As for your mother… if she tries to come for you again, don’t go with her. I only shot her shoulder. She’s not dead. But if she tries to take you from me again, then I will have to kill her as well. Is that understood?”
I swallow hard. My mother… dead. I’m not sure how to even process that. “I don’t want to go back to the farm.” That I know to be true. “But I don’t know if I want her dead. Why does she need to die?”
“Because I heard the way she spoke. She is obsessed with keeping you safe from mafia men. She will come back again. She deserves to die for being there the night your uncle killed Gabriel’s parents. She is not a good person. If I manage to capture her, I can use her against your father as well.”
“What will you do with her? Other than… kill her.” The words taste like metal on my mouth.
“I will torture her for information. It’s clear she has what I need. You don’t. You don’t know anything. I was wrong to have judged you, Emma. But your mother is, in fact, not innocent. I will do what needs to be done.”
I shiver. “I don’t know how to feel about that. I don’t trust you, Leo.”
“I don’t expect you to.” He turns away from me but I grab his hand, surprising him.
“But I want to. I want nothing more than to trust you. Keep your promise. Never lock me in that cage again.”
“I promise. Now, I really do have to get to work.” He stares down at my hand before planting a small kiss to the backside, right above the bandage over my knuckles. “Stay safe.” He walks away and I let him leave.
The moment Leo is out of the house, I go exploring. Now that I’m no longer a prisoner, I have free reign of the house. I saw most of it when I worked as a maid for him and yet, I never knew about his basement with the cage in it.
I stop outside the door leading to the basement. Something compels me to go down there. Maybe closure. I’m not sure but my hand is turning the doorknob before I can stop myself and my feet are walking down the cold, stone steps.
My eyes land on the large cage in the middle of the room. It can’t hurt me anymore.
I stare at it for a long moment, ready to go, when something behind the cage catches my eye. Walking around the cage, I go to the back wall to find a door. I hadn’t noticed it before.
The door opens up easily. On the other side is a small room with one table right in the middle. It’s more of a gurney. Straps are attached to it.
A small table is beside the gurney and on it is a mixture of knifes. Torture devices, I realize. Leo was going to use these on me if he had to.
And now he’s going to use them on my mother if he manages to capture her.
That thought makes me woozy and I stumble back but before I can leave the basement, I fall to the floor as darkness overtakes me.