Chapter Six #2
I give him another firm thud. My hands hit his chest, and brush off like wind against a brick wall.
“You’re being a brat. Stop this,” Leo demands, pointing a finger at my face.
“And you’re being a little pussy,” I puff out my chest, trying to mirror Leo’s intimidating form.
“What did you call me?” A labored whisper escapes Leo’s lips. He grabs my wrists, forcing them above my head. This show of raw aggression pulls them higher than I can reach. I have to stand on my tiptoes, to match his height. “Don’t mistake my softness for weakness.”
“There’s nothing soft about you,” I say. I feel the naughty grin on my face, inspecting Leo’s rock-hard cock brushing up against my belly.
Bewilderment floods Leo’s face again. He’s dumbfounded, shell-shocked, astounded. And I’m right there with him. I want him to take me. Not sweet, gentle lovemaking. It’s got to be filthy, locked in place, and fucking as only an animal like him can fuck.
“We’ll talk about this when I get back. Your attempt at seduction isn’t going to work.” Leo releases his grip on my arms, and I sink back down in front of him. His towering form barely moves enough for me to get through. I’m not going to, either.
“This is what you want, isn’t it?” I brush my body against Leo, wrapping my hand around his throbbing cock, through his pants. “You want me to be your little plaything?”
Leo moans. Now I’ve got his attention, and quite literally, in the palm of my hand. He doesn’t fight it, but steps back, while I tug him back and forth. Watching him squirm fills me with a great sense of power. I feel uncontrollably strong.
“Eve—“
I thrust my hand up and down, silencing Leo. He’s grumbling and groaning, letting me lead him back to the bed. He lets me touch him, and watch him from over my shoulder. The giant monster, reduced to a plaything.
Leo’s mind is in a constant battle of anger and lust. He wants revenge and he wants my body. If there’s anything I can do about it, he won’t be leaving this room tonight.
When we reach Leo’s bed, I stop, but keep a firm grip on Leo’s shaft. I turn back to him, press my body up against his, and lock him in a passionate embrace. He releases wave after wave of pleasure-filled noise into my mouth. He squirms beneath my touch, eager for more.
“Eve, stop,” Leo whispers, obviously against his own better judgment.
I ignore his request, continuing my back and forth. As I pull back, I peer into the depths of his soul and see that Leo’s internal battle has come to an end. Fury has fallen to pleasure.
“For Christ’s sake, I said stop,” Leo roars, grabbing my wrist and pulling away. “Stop parading yourself as a fucking whore.”
In a fit of pure emotion, I launch a flat palm against his cheek. It’s not anger. At least, it doesn’t feel like it. The way Leo’s rough voice called me a whore, only makes me wetter, leaving me completely out of control.
Leo releases my wrist. He pulls back, clutching his cheek.
“I’m… I’m sorry.” Genuine remorse is in his words. “I didn’t mean…”
“Don’t be sorry,” I fling myself into him again. Up until now, I had control of my actions. I controlled my body and what I was doing to Leo. When I bury my face against his neck, gnawing and nibbling on his neck, I’ve lost it all. Primal instinct dictates my actions, now.
“Say it again.”
“Eve…” Leo wants to protest, but he tilts his head for me to get a better angle on his neck.
“Say it again,” I demand into his ear, grazing his earlobe with my teeth.
“You’re… being a bad girl,” Leo says. He says it through gritted teeth, awkward and confused. But, he’s not backing down.
“Not good enough.” I move my hand across his body. The tips of my fingers dance between the grooves of his firm, muscular body. I whisper into his ear. “Take control. Get wild. Bend me over and teach me some manners.”
Leo doesn’t move. His head’s pointed at the ceiling as I move over his body. I hook my thumb in the waist of his trousers, tugging against the belt.
“I’ve been a naughty girl. Are you going to let me walk all over you?” I tempt him. Still, he takes his time. He lets me work his neck, his ear, and his chest. Anything my mouth can touch.
Suddenly, Leo pulls away. This time, I know that if he walks away, he’s not coming back. I make to follow him, but Leo presses a hand against my shoulder stopping me dead. He lifts a single finger in front of my face, telling me to wait.
I half expect him to walk out. To disappear into the house and into the night, but he doesn’t. Instead, he removes his cocktail jacket and tosses it back over the backrest of the chair.
“You’ve been a very naughty girl, indeed,” Leo says. “Showing off your body. Trying to get a job where men will eye-fuck you all day. They’ll pretend to buy lingerie for their wives just so they could gawk at you up close.”
Leo’s hands start working his belt, slowly lifting the pin holding it in place, and removing one loop at a time.
“You’re trying to make me jealous, aren’t you?” he asks.
“No,” I shake my head. He’s thought about it a lot. About what he’s going to say. I can tell by the words he’s using. This is all part of our little game.
”I am making you jealous. I just want you to look at me, to touch me, to use me. I’m desperate for your attention, Daddy.”
“Daddy? I’m not your daddy,” Leo spits. “You’ll call me Sir.”
I nod my head. “Yes, Sir.”
“Now strip,” he orders, sliding the belt clear of the last two loops.
“Yes, Sir,” I bob my head back and forth again.
I loosen my nightgown’s belt, and drop it off my shoulders.
It pools at my feet, exposing the tight, short, pink boy shorts and comfy top beneath.
Leo steps forward, running a hand from my hip, up to my chest. His gentle touch sends my mind spiraling out of control.
His firm hand cups one breast, squeezing it delicately.
A moan escapes my mouth. I keep my hands pinned at my side, while Leo continues his inspection. His eyes dart back and forth, up and down, taking in every bit of exposed skin I have to offer.
His fingers glide into my cleavage, go straight down the center of my belly, and stop at the waistline of my boy shorts.
“What do you have on underneath?” Leo asks, holding his belt firmly in his free hand.
“Nothing, Sir,” I reply. My voice is shaky. So are my legs, but I’m not nervous. Every instance of this interaction is sexier than any wild dreams I’ve had of Leo. He’s done exactly what I asked, he’s taken control. I’m ready to scream out in agonized bliss.
“Good girl,” Leo says, the tips of two fingers ever nearing my core.
They meet with my thigh line, sinking lower.
A wicked grin tugs at Leo’s lips, when he finds his destination.
A cupped hand gently strokes back against my aching pussy.
Muffled noise escapes my mouth. I bite the inside of my cheek to suppress any further sounds, not wanting to scream out and alert the house to what’s happening in here.
“You’re fucking soaked,” Leo purrs. His upper palm works against the thin fabric of the pink shorts.
“It’s your fault,” I whisper. “You did this to me.”
“Fault?” Leo replies, pulling away again. “No, it’s my pleasure.”
He takes another step back, wrapping one half of his belt over the other. He grabs an end in each hand, creating a pocket between them before snapping it back. I jump at the crack of noise, and Leo lets out a raspy chuckle.
“Carry on,” he says. “Continue undressing for me.”
“What are you going to do with your bel—?”
“I said carry on,” Leo cuts my words off. “I didn’t say you could stop.”
I don’t disobey. I lift my shirt over my head and drop it into the mess of my nightgown. He doesn’t break his gaze from mine. Not even with my shirt off and my upper half bare. I hook my thumbs into the waistline of the shorts and drop them into the pile of clothes as well.
“Absolutely perfect,” Leo steps in again. “You’re just divine.”
He repeats the same teasing touches as before.
Trailing a finger up my body, stopping at my chest. This time it tickles.
His rough, calloused fingers graze against my delicate skin.
From my breast to my belly, a giggle escapes me, but it’s not enough to break Leo’s inspection.
This time, his hand falls between my legs, but it’s not only his palm getting to work.
He slides a finger through my soaking folds, biting his bottom lip.
As he cups my flower again, this time he drives a finger inside of me.
My legs give up on me, and buckle, nearly sending me to the floor.
Leo catches me with a gentle hand on the back of my neck.
His other hand works at my delicate bits with precision, a finger sliding in and out of me while the thumb works at my clit.
This whole scenario’s driving me wild. I’ve kept control my entire life, ensuring my path flows a certain way. No mishaps or mistakes. Relinquishing that power, handing it to Leo is freeing. I can finally let go. It takes the weight off my shoulders and leaves me desperate to be his.
Leo’s studying my face, scanning it from top to bottom, and back again. When my eyes start to roll back in my head – Leo’s intense thrusting bringing me right to the verge of climax – he stops. He draws his finger out of me. He inspects his glistening digit, before bringing it to my face.
Orgasm denial? You bastard. I was so close to getting my release. So close to pleasure beyond my wildest fantasies. And he took it away from me.
I only want Leo more now.
“Clean your mess,” Leo commands.
“Yes, Sir,” I reply, grabbing his wrist. I wrap my mouth around his middle finger, sucking it clean, swirling my tongue all around it to lap it all up. Leo swallows audibly. His legs start to shake.
He’s enjoying this, and just like me, a little too much. After Leo pulls his hand from my mouth, I don’t release his wrist. Not even as it circles under my jaw again, holding my neck firmly in place. He steps forward, leans into my ear, and whispers. “I want you to understand something, Eve.”