Chapter 53- Fifty Shades Of Punishments
I'M SO SO SORRY EVERYONE... I'VE BEEN HELLA BUSY. IT'S AFFECTING BADLY TBH. I DIDN'T PLAN TO GHOST SUDDENLY, NOT AT ALL. HERE'S YOUR CHAPTER.
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Elara and Xander sat stiffly on opposite couches, the tension in the air thick enough to cut.
The guards’ words still echoed in both their heads like a slap.
Elara blinked rapidly, almost laughing at how surreal everything felt.
“Did you hear that right, or am I losing my mind?” she asked, eyes widening at Xander. “We both heard the same thing, right?”
Xander leaned back, arms crossed, unfazed. “Nah, you’re just crazy.”
She didn’t hesitate, she smacked his arm, hard enough for him to grunt.
“Ow—! What was that for?” he frowned, rubbing the spot.
“This is not the time to joke,” she hissed. “Uncle and Auntie already know Leonard comes here for Aurora. And the guards let him take her out like it’s nothing? What is even going on in this house? It feels like we missed a whole season of drama.”
Xander nodded slowly. “Honestly… same. This is insane. Auri has a boyfriend.”
Elara snorted. “Seems like it. I didn’t even think she’d get romantic with anyone, with everything she’s gone through? But look at us.” She gestured helplessly.
“She found a guy, and I’m here mourning because the one guy I actually like gets stolen by my own cousin.”
“Poor you,” Xander muttered, barely hiding a teasing smirk as he stood. “Anyway, good luck with that emotional crisis. I’m going upstairs.”
“Wow. Heartless,” she called after him, but he was already halfway up.
Elara sat there a moment longer, sinking deeper into the sofa. She folded her arms and pouted like a child denied candy.
“Auri better update me when she returns,” she mumbled under her breath. “Or should I call Oma instead?”
Her thoughts spiraled, curiosity, jealousy, concern, until she finally pushed herself to her feet and followed the stairs up, her slippers whispering against marble until the mansion fell quiet again.
Aurora sucked in a sharp breath, her heart pounding faster than it had all day.
“What do you mean by that? ‘Punishment’? What… what are you planning?” Her voice trembled, half indignation, half fear.
Leonard’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smirk, his piercing blue eyes catching hers in the dim light of the villa.
“Oh, your punishment isn’t now, Noelle,” He said softly, almost teasingly, “I’ll give you that later. But before that… before we get to the serious stuff… don’t you want to chill? Relax for a little while?”
Aurora’s eyes narrowed. Chill? Relax? She didn’t support what he was implying.
“No. I wanna go home. Now.”
He didn’t even let her finish. His hand shot out and gripped hers with an iron hold, warm, strong, and impossible to resist.
Before she could protest further, he dragged her across the villa, until they reached the pool.
Her breath caught in her throat as she saw it, crystal water glimmering under the soft ambient lights.
Memories of last night surged unbidden, the icy shock, the panic, the burning water, the hand that had pulled her from the edge.
Her toes curled, her fingers clenched, clutching her pajama pants like a lifeline.
Leonard’s voice broke the silence, low and deliberate. “Well… if you were able to jump into the pool yesterday without blinking twice, then seeing another pool today shouldn’t trigger you, Noelle.”
He stepped closer, his steps echoing off the marble floors.
Aurora instinctively moved back, but he was faster. Her fear battled with the strange, helpless thrill of being near him.
Then, Leonard stepped back and slowly removed his shirt.
Aurora froze, instinctively turning her back to him.
His bare chest, the defined lines of muscle, the intricate tattoos crawling across his arms, it was almost too much for her to process. Her knees felt weak, and she pressed her toes into the floor, trying to ground herself.
“What… what are you thinking?” She asked, her voice a mixture of frustration and curiosity.
Leonard tilted his head, eyes dark, a smirk tugging at his lips. “We’re going to swim, Noelle. That’s what’s on my mind.”
“No! I’m not doing this,” She snapped, spinning to leave. But the door she reached for didn’t budge. She tried again, her heart thundering, only to find the villa’s exits unresponsive.
Panic surged, but she didn’t let it show, not fully.
When she turned to scold him, Leonard was already there, his presence closing every escape.
He trapped her against the wall, his chest pressing close to her back, warm and strong.
She could feel the tattoos under his skin, the firmness of his arms, the deliberate intention in his hold.
Her eyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed, but also betraying a flicker of anticipation she couldn’t deny.
Leonard’s fingers tightened slightly around her waist. He whispered into her ear, just low enough for her to feel the vibration of his words. “Noelle… you’re mine. And tonight… you’ll understand.”
Understand what? She doesn't wanna understand. She wants to go home.
At this point, she misses her loud cousins.
Cousins!
Shit! They must be going crazy. Her phone is even at home. She forgot it all thanks to Mr Grande.
She tried to pull away, her small hands clutching his arms, but he didn’t let her.
Instead, he guided her forward, her fingers brushing against the smooth wall, her breath catching as he led her upstairs.
Each step was deliberate, the heat of his body close enough to consume her senses.
The fact that he's shirtless is not helping matters.
Her gaze traced the tattoos again, the ink telling silent, dangerous stories, and she realized, with a mixture of exasperation and fascination, that she couldn’t stop looking. Her steps slowed.
He turned to her, still close enough that she could feel his warmth radiating through her pajama top, his hands brushing lightly along her arms as if claiming her territory.
“Walk.” He commanded softly, voice like velvet over steel, a dangerous invitation.
Aurora’s heart skipped.
She swallowed, trying to steady herself. She wasn’t sure whether she wanted to obey or resist.
But in that moment, with Leonard’s piercing gaze locking onto hers, the smirk dancing on his lips, she realized she was already caught.
Leonard pushed the door open, and the massive dark coated room came to view.
He guided her in and let her hand go.
Her eyes wandered, taking in every detail of the room. The walls were dark, so dark that even the bulbs seemed like they were sinning, barely giving enough light to illuminate the sharp edges and elegant chaos.
It's a massive room, king sized bed, black, infact, the room was coated in black and grey colours.
Shadows clung to corners like loyal pets, refusing to move.
Her gaze landed on the massive glass wall.
She didn’t notice when her feet carried her closer, mesmerized by the sprawling view of New York City sprawled below, twinkling like scattered diamonds.
The night air from the city felt almost sinful against the dark room, and for a moment, she forgot everything else.
“Stop staring and come here, Noelle.”
Aurora jumped slightly, realizing Leonard had appeared next to her.
Her thoughts snapped back as she turned toward him. In his hands, he held a black box, tied neatly with a big bow, and he placed it carefully on the bed.
She froze. “No… no… no,” she whispered, her voice a mix of dread and disbelief.
“Open it,” Leonard said, calm and commanding, his smirk widening.
“The last time you sent me a box… a dress… It didn't end well. Who knows what audacious dress is in there, and why would I even need it?” she retorted.
Leonard’s smirk deepened. “Use your mouth later for something important, Noelle. Use your hands now. Open the box.”
Aurora’s fingers trembled with curiosity, and despite herself, she lifted the lid. The moment the cover fell, her eyes widened.
“What… the hell…” she breathed, staring down at the contents.
A swimsuit. Not overly provocative, but definitely enough to highlight her curves.
She looked up at him, a glare so sharp it could cut glass. “What… exactly… am I looking at?”
He chuckled softly, taking a step closer, his voice low and teasing. “It’s a swimsuit, Noelle. We’re going swimming, so… you’re going to need this, right?”
“No. No way,” she said firmly, backing away. “I’m not wearing this!”
Leonard’s fingers shot out, gripping her hand. Before she could protest further, he guided her toward his walk-in closet, giving her a slight push inside.
The door clicked shut behind her.
“Take your time,” he said, voice dripping amusement. “Decide whether you’re going to wear it or not. But just know… you’re not coming out until you do.”
Aurora pounded on the door, voice rising with every curse word she could muster. “What’s wrong with you? Open the damn door!”
“Wear it, Noelle,” Leonard’s voice called from outside. “We don’t have all night.”
“Oh… we do,” he added, letting out a low, crazy laugh.
She muttered curses under her breath, banging on the door with renewed fury.
Meanwhile, Leonard casually disappeared across the room to change himself. He slipped into black swimming shorts with grey designs, leaving his upper body bare.
Muscles flexed as he moved, tattoos catching the dim light, a mocking smile and tugging at his lips.
Settling on the edge of the bed, he picked up his phone, glancing at the screen, and said casually, “Put it on, baby. Hurry up.”
Aurora’s fists hit the door again. “No!” she shouted, half-fuming, half-resigned.
Leonard tilted his head, smirking, voice rich with amusement. “Fine. Have fun in there.”
Aurora screamed, banging the door again, muttering every curse she knew.
Kimberly held the headboard, gladly receiving every painful backshot from Wayne.
He held nothing back, she told him not to. Tears fell from her eyes, not because of the hard thrusts, but because of the embarrassment, the pain, the backfired plan. All thanks to Aurora.
Before she came, Leonard was hers. She was his favourite slut.
He never did girls more than once, but he broke that rule with her. That's why Nicole hated her madly.
Now everything is ruined.
Wayne slapped her ?$$ hard and she winced.
But he didn't get on her, he went to the mini cellar in his room to get a bottle of bourbon.
He drank from the bottle directly, walking back to her on the bed with the bottle still in his mouth.
With deviant eyes, he poured it directly on her entrance.
She moaned like a shameless whore.
Wayne kept the bottle, got on the bed, holding her legs apart.
“Bourbon tastes better like this.” He drawled, taking his face to her midsection.
He released hot breaths on her, another moan tore out her lungs.
He teased her for excruciatingly long minutes before finally giving her what she wanted.
Nibbling, biting, eating, all at once, her head couldn't take it.
Her hand grabbed his hair, fisting it. He slapped it away.
Her head fell back in pleasure.
She didn't want him to stop, not until she finally calms down. Else, gawd knows she'll do something crazy.
And it might just get her killed.
Melvin kept driving, fingers tapping thoughtfully against the steering wheel as the wide road stretched ahead, streetlamps blinking like tired eyes.
“I swear Elara was two seconds away from teleporting to us and scold me directly,” Gemma sighed, staring out the window.
“She kept going on and on.. ‘Why didn’t you stop him? Why didn’t anyone tell me Aurora and Leonard are apparently a thing now?’” Gemma mimicked the exasperated tone, shaking her head.
Melvin chuckled. “She’s protective. They all are. They practically raised each other since they were kids.”
“Protective?” Gemma scoffed lightly. “She sounded like she wanted to strangle me through the phone.” But the frustration softened almost instantly, replaced by something gentler.
“Still… I get it. Aurora scared everyone for months. Any change feels like a shock.”
Melvin’s eyes flickered toward her. “A good change though.”
Gemma hummed, thinking back to the girl who once walked like shattered glass. “We’ll focus on the good part and everything else will take care of itself. ” A quiet smile touched her lips.
“And Leonard?” Melvin asked carefully, turning into the road leading to the charity foundation dinner they were attending.
Gemma hesitated. “He’s rough around the edges. Dangerous, stubborn… but Aurora isn’t flinching from him.” She stared ahead, voice lowering. “The fact that he saved her last night from the pool. He came for her again.”
“She doesn't even get triggered by his touch.”
Melvin exhaled slowly. “Maybe he’s pulling her back to the world she left.”
“Or pulling her into another fire,” Gemma whispered.
“Like I said, we'll focus on the good part and the universe will handle the rest.”
Melvin nodded. “Let's hope so.”
Aurora sat on the floor of the walk-in closet, heart pounding, palms sweaty. Her thoughts swirled, anger, frustration, exhaustion, but finally, she made a decision.
Slowly, reluctantly, she told herself that the swimsuit wasn’t really any different from that audacious birthday dress he had sent.
She was going to swim. She was going to survive this. And then she could go home.
She kept assuring herself.
With a deep breath, she peeled off her pajamas and slipped into the swimsuit, adjusting it carefully.
She stood in front of the huge mirror.
Jesus Christ.
It fits perfectly, and she was wrong, this is madly provocative.
Her eyes spotted his black robe, she reached for it and immediately put it on.
Angrily she went back to the door and knocked.
Then, frustration boiling over, she banged harder.
“Fucker! I’ve changed! Happy now? Open this door!” She shouted.
Footsteps approached, slow and deliberate, and Leonard’s voice drifted from outside. “If you’re lying, and you didn’t actually change, that’s double the punishment, okay, darling?”
“Open… the door!” Aurora said through gritted teeth, impatience and defiance in every syllable.
Leonard’s lips curled into a smirk as he scoffed. “Very funny.”
He didn’t waste a second. “Let’s go,” he said, taking her small hand.
Aurora’s glare could have burned a hole through steel as she followed him silently, her jaw tight.
Before they even reached the stairs, a low, guttural growl filled the hallway. Onyx.
Leonard’s massive tiger, padded into view, muscles rippling beneath his sleek fur.
Aurora flinched. “What the hell is your tiger doing here? Why didn’t you lock him up if you knew you were gonna bring me here?”
Leonard chuckled, calm and dangerous.
“Relax. He knows you.”
Aurora’s brows furrowed. “Knows me? I’ve only been here once. Last time, he nearly—”
“He wasn’t trying to eat you.” Leonard interrupted, moving past the tiger and gently guiding her by the waist.
“He was just saying hi. You got scared, of course.”
Onyx, unimpressed, settled casually on the edge of Leonard’s bed, tail flicking lazily.
Aurora’s muscles tensed, then relaxed slightly as she followed Leonard downstairs.
Once by the pool, Leonard stopped and turned, his wet hair clinging to his forehead after a swift jump into the water.
His black swimming shorts clung to him, tattoos glinting in the dim pool lights. Pink lips, sculpted muscles, and eyes that seemed to pierce her soul, Aurora’s breath caught, toes curling involuntarily.
“Take the robe off, Noelle,” Leonard said, voice low, commanding.
Aurora closed her eyes and counted silently.
One… two… three…
Even after getting to three, she didn't have the courage to take it off. Until she finally gathered the guts and she did it.
When she opened them, the robe slid to the floor, pooling at her feet.
The swimsuit wasn't just clothing, it was a statement.
Dark, elegant, gothic, crafted like something meant for a goddess carved out of midnight itself.
It belonged to her even before she put it on, the kind of fabric made to kiss curves and turn vulnerability into power.
Like the designer thought of her while drawing this.
Leonard had seen countless women in designer wear, provocative outfits even, models, socialites, spoiled heiresses, but none of them prepared him for Noelle in that swimsuit.
It looked like it was spun from midnight silk.
Black, smooth, and sculpted to her shape, hugging her snatched waist and tracing the gentle softness of her hips as though the fabric worshipped her.
This outfit was vulgar, just like he wanted.
Thin straps crossed over her chest, leaving out her cleavage, showing off her full, round bréàsts, drawn together by a small silver ring that caught the light.
Ribbons laced down her sides, tied into small careless bows, a perfect contrast of vulnerability and bold daring that made something sharp coil in his chest, making it hard for him to think.
Then the chiffon, sheer, weightless, fell from her hips like liquid shadow, as if she was sculpted for an art museum. It drifted with every step she took, brushing over her legs like smoke, like she was moving through a dream he wasn’t allowed to wake up from.
She didn’t wear the piece. She embodied it.
Curvy, elegant, untouchable, like a storm contained in silk, like midnight had chosen a body and hers was the one it wanted.
Leonard’s jaw tightened, breath forgotten somewhere between his ribs and throat as he watched her.
He’d bought the swimsuit because he knew it would look good on her. He knew that body wouldn't disappoint.
He hadn’t expected it to ruin him.
Aurora got uncomfortable, she couldn't take how his eyes kept scanning her and assessing her features.
Her head went down, her fingers instinctively playing with the chiffon. Anything to control herself, to distract her.
She's never been so shy her entire life.
She didn't even notice how Leonard found that madly cute. She's his downfall for sure. It's certain.
He doesn't care. He'll take it.
She took a step back, her head still down.
“No.” He finally got the ability to speak.
“Step in.” He gestured, hand extended toward her. Hesitation flickered through her, but she reached for him, letting his hand guide her into the cool water.
The shock of the pool made her inhale sharply, but his hands slid to her waist immediately, pulling her closer. Heart hammering, she met his gaze.
“You look perfect.” Leonard whispered, voice low and intimate, reverberating against the water and the walls. “You’re art.”
Aurora looked down, unable to meet his eyes fully, aware of every taut muscle, every movement, every ripple of his body.
Yet, the sound of his voice drew her up again. “Eyes on me, Noelle.” He murmured, blue eyes glinting with mischief and dominance.
The pool shimmered around them, water reflecting the tension, the desire, the dangerous thrill of being this close to him.
Aurora’s hands instinctively clutched at his shoulders, letting herself float, caught between defiance and fascination, knowing she couldn’t, and didn’t want to, break away.
This was the first time she saw him so lost, he wasn't even this shocked during his birthday, when she took off that coat.
She could tell he's still recovering.
His hands traced her body in the water. Her small waist, perfectly carved hips. His hands cupped her a$$, holding them like they were so delicate and needed all the care and attention in the world.
Yeah, Leo. You're gone.
He moved, she did too. Till her back touched the pool wall.
With her trapped, he moved closer. Leaving no space between them.
Her breaths caught. Her eyes went down again.
“Look at me, Noelle. I need you to see me when I take your lips. He whispered.
Her eyes met his, her hands moved from his chest to his shoulders.
He brushed his thumb at the corner of her lips. His other hand was busy caressing her round a$$.
“Ren…”
“Shh…” His thumb left her lips and tilted her chin up.
“Ren…” She called again, anxiety creeping it.
But it all vanished when his lips claimed hers.
It was nothing like the ones of before, she easily submitted. She let him seize her ability to process anything but his lips worshipping her.
Their lips moved in sync. Her mouth opened, letting him tongue her.
Her upper lip was his first victim, letting them disappear into his mouth. By the time he moved to her lower lip, it got heated.
He pressed his body on her further, his hand bringing her suffocatingly closer to him by her waist.
“Ren..” She moaned.
Both of his hands moved to her b00bs, playing with them. Massaging, caressing, squeezing.
“F?ck… Ren….” Another moan tore from her lips.
His lips moved to her collarbone, blessing her with a hickey, then her neck.
Her eyes rolled back, her mouth hung open out of pleasure.
“Oh gawd…” She moaned again.
His hands left her bré?sts and moved back to her @$$, tracing and squeezing.
He bit her softly on her neck, and kissed it.
Then, he did something she didn't expect. She felt his hand in between her thighs.
“N-no… Ren…”
His hand went further, literally touching her through the fabric.
“No!” She gasped, pulling away from him.
But then, he lifted her to sit on the pool ledge, the tiles cold against her thighs.
“What are you doing?...” She asked, breathless.
“It's time for your punishment.” He drawled.
“I already wore what you wanted, isn't this enough?” She muttered, he chuckled, tucking her hair beside her ear.
“Lie down, Noelle.” He murmured, fingers tracing her thighs.
A shiver ran through her spine. Her breath caught, her fingers trembled. The world suddenly felt too close. She swallowed hard, like she's trying to steady herself.
She shook her head. “N-no. No…” Her eyes darted away, searching for space.
She shifted, wanting to slip away from the ledge. Wanting to put a distance between herself and the dizzying closeness of him.
But Leonard caught her leg, pulling her back to him.
“You had the courage to put this on and let that robe fall in front of me. You should've known what was coming, Noelle.” His voice dipped. “Now lie down and take your punishment like a good girl.”
He pulled her face closer and reached for her lips.
Deep and intimate.
While doing that, he pulled her closer by her thighs this time. Her legs straddled him.
Leonard grabbed her face then planted his lips on her neck, then collarbone, then cleavage, then her belly, her navel, then lower.
She didn't even realize that she was already lying down by now.
“...Ren…” She gasped.
Leonard's index finger rubbed her cl!t through the thin fabric, Aurora's body hardened in anxiety. Her breaths turned shallow.
He repeated it, with more pressure this time.
Aurora's eyes were tightly shut, dreading what was coming, and anticipating too.
He lifted her legs, placing her feet on the pool ledge so her knees rose, spreading her thighs apart, drawing her closer as he positioned himself between them.
Aurora fisted the chiffon of her swimsuit, chest rising with heavy breaths. Her eyes were still closed.
“Ren…” Her voice dripped with anticipation and nervousness.
He planted wet kisses on her thighs, while rubbing his finger on her entrance through the fabric again.
Aurora moaned out.
For several minutes, he did it, driving her crazy. Invading her senses.
His other hand slid up to her br€asts, fondling with them. He rubbed his finger on her nipple. His lips were still busy planting kisses to her thighs. He took them lower, kissing the innermost thigh.
Moans escaped her lips effortlessly.
Then he kissed her c+nt directly through the fabric. Aurora's toes did the thing.
“..Ren…” She shivered.
Then, his hand grabbed the panty of the swimsuit covering her entrance.
Her breath caught.
He moved it aside, pushing it from her entrance.
At that very moment, his eyes darkened with immense lust.
Her pink, little, entrance looking like it's never been touched by any man.
Aurora's hand grabbed his but he removed it. “Stay still Noelle.” He said, eyes still fixed on her middle.
His face moved forward, facing her entrance. His hot breaths tickled her.
"Aurora Raven… You’re about to learn pleasure in a language only I speak." He drawled, kissing her thigh again before finally placing his face there.
“Ah…” Aurora shook.
His tongue dances around her cllt, licking, sucking, nibbling, biting.
Aurora turned into a moaning mess. Her sinful moans reverberated.
Leonard's body being in the water didn't even make it difficult for him.
He ate her like his favourite meal. His hands weren't idle, one was holding her swimsuit apart and the other was playing her boob.
Aurora's shaking legs straddled his neck immediately. Her hand went to his hair, grabbing in handfuls.
As if wanting him to stop before she collapsed or urging him to do more.
His name rolled off her tongue in another sinful moan, and he appreciated with his tongue.
His other hand left her boob, and came to hold her other shaking thigh apart.
He got impatient and ripped up the panty of the swimsuit, leaving her entrance completely open for him.
She was dripping, no doubt.
A tear even left her eye, rolling to her ear, the pleasure was too much to take.
Her head spun, the world blurred. She felt lightheaded.
He retraced his face, pulling her up to face him. She looked so flushed.
“Beautiful.” He kissed her lips shortly, then brought her inside the pool with him.
She didn't even have the energy to ask what he was planning again, just anticipating. It's the only thing she can do when with him.
Leonard brought her closer by her waist.
“There's more.” He whispered into her ears.
“H…huh…. What more… Ahh”
Leonard pushed two fingers inside her.
“Ouch… Ren… Ah…”
His fingers moved fast, making sure she got used to it quickly.
“Slow… down… gawd…” Her head rolled back.
He trapped her by the pool edge, connecting their lips, fingers still pumping in and out of her.
She moaned into his mouth.
Leonard immediately pushed his tongue inside her mouth.
“You're too…. Fast… you're too fast…” She whispered breathlessly.
Leonard made it three fingers this time, increasing his pace, literally stretching her walls.
“Oh gawd… fuck! Fuck!!”
TBC…