Chapter 31 - Leo
Ineeded to get out of that place. After witnessing Ethan with Marcus, it somehow put things into a harsher perspective.
The violence at the bar is one thing, but the planning of getting rid of a person, Sarah, is something totally different.
My mind is so confused with it all. It’s not even Sarah that’s the problem, it’s the fact that they spoke about this like they were talking about a trip to the grocery store.
That life doesn’t matter. I’m new in this world and I’m still not sure what this world is.
I actually don’t know if I even want to know everything, like who Dima and those guys at the bar really are and who Marcus is and what he does.
They are so detached. So disconnected from emotions. It’s really hard to adjust.
With no friends and nowhere to escape to in the city, there is only one place I know, and that’s my old apartment.
We have to hand the keys over in two days time, but I have nowhere else to retreat to.
I’m a little shocked Ethan let me leave the apartment, that he let me leave without knowing where I was going.
Did I annoy him in that meeting? Did my concern come across as weakness?
After I get inside my old place I just sit at the small kitchen table and look outside the small window.
My eyes drift to that crack in the wall that provided me with so much company over the past few months.
I swear it’s gotten bigger. But this is what I need, a place to think without Ethan all around me, guiding my thoughts.
Footsteps creak on the floorboards outside the door, and before I have time to react, Ethan storms inside. How the hell did he get inside the building?
“Ethan! What the hell are you doing here? And how did you know where I was?”
“It was obvious where you were going. So, did you warn her?” he accuses.
“Warn who?”
“Don’t play smart, Leo. Sarah.”
“You think I came here to warn her about you? You really have lost your mind.”
Ethan walks over to me and cages me into the chair, his hands resting on the arms either side of me, his face right in mine.
“Watch it, Leo.”
“I came here to think, Ethan. That’s all,” I say. He doesn’t look convinced.
“Think about what, exactly?”
“About what happened back there. I don’t think you get how hard this is for me. To see you like this.”
Ethan stands back to his full height and moves over to the wall and leans against it. At least he has calmed down.
“You said you were okay with what we planned, Leo.”
“It’s not Sarah who’s the issue. It’s you and your friends’ robotic personalities. I’m finding it difficult to understand.”
“You left because of my personality? Or because you are scared?”
“I’m not scared of you, Ethan,” I say, as the lie fills the air with sourness. I’m not scared of him hurting me, I’m just scared of what he will do next.
“Your world, the things you’re involved in and the people you hurt. It’s a lot. I want to be fine with it, but I’m struggling. Like, your friends, they aren’t good people, are they?”
“No.”
“You know these one worded answers are getting tiresome. What if I can’t accept all of this? Who you are?”
“You know why I do it.”
“That doesn’t make it right. I just…I just don’t want to become numb like you,” I say, admitting the biggest concern I have, which is losing myself. Losing humanity.
Ethan remains quiet for a moment, searching no doubt for something to say. He returns to me and cups my face, his thumbs brush over my cheeks like he can wipe away my concerns. Every touch he places on my body is like being re-claimed all over again.
“You won’t, because you’re not like me or the others. We were born like this, raised in this. I will take the weight so you don’t have to. Balance.”
That makes sense but I feel like he is just appeasing me. I’m fully aware of his psychological manipulations now and most of the time, I’m happy to oblige, but this is different. This makes the difference of making my life harder or easier to live. Can I accept it, that’s the issue.
“I know I keep saying this, but I hate this,” I say, annoyed by my own whining. Maybe I just love the attention. Ethan leans over me in the chair, and I tip my head back to keep my eyes on his handsome face.
“You’ve got this all wrong. You don’t hate it. You keep lying to yourself, because you love that it feels so good. The danger, being bad. Being with me. It’s easier to pretend you care than admit you want the dark, Leo. You want to be in bed with the bad man.”
I’m totally under his spell when he talks to me like that, in his quiet, deep, commanding voice that reaches a different part of me. Not only is he sexy as fuck, is he right? He can’t be…do I really love it? Is it something I’m proud of?
“I love that you belong to me,” he whispers into my ear before nibbling on the lobe, distracting me from the trail of this conversation. He knows what he’s doing. I know what he’s doing.
“You no longer need space from me, Leo. Got it? I’m everywhere you are.”
Holy shit, I’m so turned on. This crazy man has me running in circles of emotion. One minute I’m fine, the next I’m in a panic. But he always does this, brings me back around and it’s becoming easier to just give in.
“Kiss me,” I beg him, needing the carnal confirmation that we are meant to be.
That we’re the one soul that he keeps telling me we are.
I need the connection more than ever. Without a word he kisses me fast and dirty.
Wet and feral. The battle of tongues and teeth develops fast, unable to get enough of a taste that makes us fulfilled.
It will never be enough. I will always want more of him.
“Pants down and bend over the table,” Ethan orders as he pulls away from me slowly, allowing me room to move. I swallow hard, shy and turned on. This table is not the sturdiest in the world, but I’m prepared to give whatever he wants a go.
I stand and undo my pants, before pulling them along with my underwear down to just below my ass and bend over the table.
My jacket bunches up around me, creating a comfortable surface on this old table.
The cool air creates a chill over my exposed ass as I wait in anticipation, unsure of what he will do.
I don’t turn around, I just wait. I hear his belt buckle followed by the sound of his zip. He throws a travel sized packet of lube onto the table next to my face, and my breath hitches and my ass clenches automatically at the visual of the packet.
Before I can ask why he has packets of travel lube, I shout out in pain as a heavy hand connects to my right ass cheek, causing me to hold on tight to the rickety table and push onto my tiptoes. The pain stings and burns at the same time.
“This is for thinking you can leave,” he warns, his voice deathly and full of dominance.
He is asserting his ownership. Then in quick succession he slaps one cheek after the other, hard and fast. The pain takes a second to catch up to my brain and I groan at the heat that feels like flames on my delicate skin.
I want to move away from it and push into it at the same time.
I bite my lip hard, trying hard not to scream out.
Again, he alternates two fast strikes and I can’t stop the yelp and groan that fills the room. This is such a foreign feeling to me. I hate it and love it. A punishment that becomes a reward.
“You ever leave again, and this will feel like a massage compared to what I will do to you instead. Understand?” he says before picking up the lube packet from the table.
“Yes…I understand,” I pant, sinking further into the table like it’s part of me. Ethan doesn’t take his time, he’s not gentle or considerate. He wants me now and I want him to go for it. To use me. Remind me that I’m still alive.
He thrusts a lubed finger into my ass and I push back instinctively, wanting him to reach for that part that sends my body into a blissful state.
On the second thrust he rubs over that nub and I squeal in delight, bouncing back on his finger like a perfectly trained slut. He’s taking too long, I need his cock.
“That’s enough, please fuck me now, I can’t wait,” I moan and whine as he continues to finger fuck me with now two of his fingers. I can’t control my hips from moving, like they have a mind of their own. Chasing down that orgasm like it’s the only thing that will keep me alive.
His fingers briefly disappear before the fat head of his cock is pushing inside me with such force I have to grab the table hard, so that he doesn’t push me off.
He doesn’t wait for me to relax, for him to settle inside me, he just ruts into me like an alpha fucking his omega in heat.
The pain from the spanking along with the sting of the fucking create an overwhelming sensation of completeness.
A fullness that radiates through my body, lighting it up like the Empire State building, as stars start to flash in front of my eyes.
I don’t need to touch my cock as the friction from the material of my clothes against the hard surface is enough to get me there fast.
“That’s it, cum for me, dirty little whores come for their owners,” he moans and quickens the pace. I can feel he’s about to blow and I’m already ahead of him.
“Fuck!” I shout as I cum all over my clothes and the table, shaking to the core as my release melts my brain into nothing.
“Oh shit, take it, take it,” Ethan bellows as the warmth of his cum fills me to the max. I’ve come to love being full of him, to leak his cum, knowing I carry a part of him inside of me. It’s comforting and so sensual it brings me peace.
“That was amazing,” I say, already feeling dopey from the orgasm of my dreams.
“Don’t fall asleep. I’m not staying any longer in this place. It’s depressing.”
I laugh at his disgust, but it’s warranted. This place is depressing, but with Ethan around, I think I could live anywhere and be very happy.