Chapter 22 #2
Tugging back and up a little, Leo becomes more off balance as he tries to follow, arching into me.
I keep him in this position, aware of how long I do as I move my eyes down his body.
His hands remain in place, palms up, and still.
He keeps his head tilted back, breathing short breaths as I glide my hand from his chin down his chest.
“I could stare at your body for hours,” I admit, lightly kissing his jaw.
Leo’s breath shudders. “Not just because of your tattoos, which I adore, but how you practically drip masculine energy. How intoxicating your power is. Then I wonder how well you’d fuck.
” I smile softly, and his eyes flare. “I’m not a poet like you when it comes to declarations, baby. I’m a bit blunt.”
I bring my hand up, caressing my thumb under his mouth and then tugging at his bottom lip. I let go and then swiftly lift the rosary over his head. My hand skims over his neck, checking where it dug into his skin. Satisfied he’s not hurt; I lounge back into my seat.
“Stand up. Then grab a pillow to kneel on, facing away from me.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
He does as I say, while I inspect the rosary.
The beads are made of dark wood, the string a light color, and the cross is a heavy metal.
I drape it over my fingers as Leo kneels.
Far away in my head, a part of me screams in fear of how easy it is to order him around.
Whilst another part enjoys it. It’s a power I could get drunk on, similar to what I felt in that meeting when I held those men by their throats, overcoming my terror.
I lean into this “character”: a combination of my past and present.
Playing with the beads in my hand, I stare at the back tattoo once more. The blue against the crimson and fires. The skulls at the bottom with the landscape looming. Lastly, those haunting wings—damaged from struggling in battle.
For a moment, it’s not powerful imagery of domination, but enervation.
An odd sensation runs over me. Within this chasm of power I feel having over him, there’s a bigger need to protect him. Safeguard him. To take away decisions; to provide peace.
“Put your hands behind your back.” He does so. “Good boy.”
Leo shudders visibly as my own body clenches at his response.
I grasp his hands, crossing them as I loosely tie them together with the rosary, cross dangling.
He settles into his position as I release him and stand.
I circle him, looking over him in this partially vulnerable state.
On a whim, I shove the coffee table away for space.
He doesn’t move, keeping his eyes downcast, even as I thread my fingers through his hair.
"Where was I? Oh, yes…wondering how well you’d fuck,” I say, beginning to ramble a little.
“Watching how fluidly you move, striding around like this…well, boss who owns everything he touches. Command drips from you, and honestly I love it.” I tug at his head, tilting it as I slowly circle him.
“Then I find myself being territorial, every fucking time someone stares at you too long. Thinks they can touch you. As if they have a chance of fucking you on the marble you walk on.”
I tug his head to the other side, and he follows obediently.
“I wasn’t a territorial woman until you,” I continue.
“Every time I saw those familiar looks, prying eyes, I wanted to pull a gun out and shoot them. Or just shove coffee down their shirts; scalding hot.” His breath hitches, but more like he’s holding back a laugh.
“Again, not territorial until you, which I blame your calm, steady gaze. Those tattoos that would make a lesser man cry, and thighs that could crush me. Muscles that could hurt me. I’ve seen how dangerous you are… the fearsome mafioso.”
I step in front of him, gripping his chin and leaning his head back for his eyes to move up. They burn, glazed over in reverence and yearning.
“I didn’t know it back then,” I rasp suddenly, enraptured by how he looks at me. “Didn’t want to admit what I felt was real, but…but I think if you really had asked me to come up to your suite that night, I’d have said yes. I’d have begged you to fuck me in hopes of experiencing how great sex was.”
Leo’s eyes widen, breath becoming shallow.
Pushing down the shaking that wants to develop in my chest, I lean down to brush a kiss over his lips. “Instead, I truly think I did steal your soul because of the very thought of anyone owning any piece of you, makes me want to burn cities down.”
His breath catches as I place another chaste kiss on his lips. Leo’s body tenses, straightening as his eyelids flutter. I place my hand on his head, keeping him in place as my heart pounds.
“Stay.”
The command comes out harsh, my voice rough. I walk away, silently stepping into the kitchenette and press a hand against my thundering chest. I don’t tear my eyes from him, wondering what the fuck was that. And what the fuck to do next.
Supposed to seduce him, which I’ve done and flipped the script, but now what?
I go through everything I’ve learned, trying to think of scenes I’ve read about. I come up blank, unsure as my hands clench as I try to think.
Taking a deep breath, I calm as I recite a few lines from The Raven in my head. I stare at Leo’s back; the man still on his knees for me, wrists bound with his rosary.
“I only need you.”
Back to the basics, Autumn.
What does he want? To be owned. What does he need? Me. What would Dom Leo do? Play to one’s kinks and needs.
I glance down at my lingerie. A smile grows on my face. I strip out of the lacy lingerie and fold it long ways. Releasing a long breath, I tell myself I can finish this with him.
Silently, I walk up behind Leo and say, “Close your eyes.”
He doesn’t even flinch. “Yes, Mistress.”
Standing behind him, I bring the lingerie up and place it over his eyes. I cover them and partially his nose, wrapping it around his head. I tie it off the best I can. Leo inhales deeply; a combined groan and sigh leave him as he smells the lingerie wrapped around his face.
I trail my hands over his shoulders, and then press my naked front against his back as my fingers trace his tattoos along his chest. He’s warm, and I feel his chest expand with each deep inhale as I slide my hands over him.
“This is mine,” I whisper against his ear. “I stole it, so I get to do with it how I please, correct?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Such a good boy.”
A groan vibrates low in his throat.
“For being so good, and me being a merciful boss,” I start, stepping away and grab a couple of pillows to put on the ground. “I want you to fuck me like you would’ve that night. If you’d asked me to come up to your suite, how good you would’ve made me feel.”
Leo swallows hard before answering, “Yes, Mistress.”
My brows scrunch at the hesitation as I stand before him. I place my fingers under his chin, tilting his head back. “What is it, baby?”
He swallows harshly again, tensing, and I’m half-tempted to rip the lingerie off when he doesn’t answer right away. Leo’s mouth opens, but nothing comes out as I peer past the lacy lingerie and barely see his eyes screwed shut.
“Check in,” I ask.
“Green.”
Oh, fuck no he’s not.
I grip his chin harder. I ask bluntly, “Do you need to stop?”
“No.”
“Why did you hesitate?”
“I lied.”
A shiver runs down my spine in warning. My mind wants to spiral, but I keep it in check as I focus on him.
“What did you lie about, baby?” I loosen my grip, stroking my fingers along his jaw and down his neck. His breath shudders, but I do notice the tension along his shoulders eases.
“I didn’t arrive that night to take you to the hotel,” he finally admits in a soft voice. “I didn’t want to fuck you until our first date.”
It’s like a vice is wrapped around my heart, tightening. As gently as I can, I ask, “Why did you come back the next night?”
A tear slides out from under the lingerie.
“To see you smile one more time.” The words punch through me as tears gather in my eyes. A confession hidden behind his words. “I couldn’t remember the last time someone had genuinely smiled at me as you had.”
I let go of him, stepping around as I undo the rosary around his wrists. His head follows where I go, beginning to breathe quickly.
“Take your pants off. Then on your knees again.” Without a word, Leo follows my orders and quickly disposes of his pants. He kneels upon the pillow once more.
I kneel before him as I place the rosary back around his neck. The beads wrap around my hand, tugging him towards me. He tries to keep his hands on his thighs, but as I lean away to make him off balance, he places his hands on mine.
Face close to his, hot breath drifting over my skin, I whisper, “Then fuck me as if you could’ve on the ballroom floor. Show me it was all worth returning, selling your soul to me in the process, and I’ll reward you with that smile.”
His mouth slams against mine.
My hand almost loses the rosary around his neck like a leash as I lead him down towards the floor.
Leo ravages my mouth, tongue battling mine as he reaches down to grab my hip.
I control his head, pulling the rosary for him to kiss my neck.
The lingerie remains tied upon his head, scratching against my skin as he licks and kisses me.
He nudges my legs open as he blindly feels for between my thighs.
His fingers slip over my sex, and I gasp as he touches my sensitive clit.
I hadn’t realized how turned on I was. I’d been so focused on him.
I grip the beads, head tilting back.
“Mistress,” he begs as his cock brushes against my hip.
“Fuck me, baby,” I rasp.
His cock is soon at my entrance, pushing forward.
My breath hitches, feeling slightly tighter than usual, although that’s probably from the lack of lube.
Leo goes slow, nudging into me little by little.
He grunts as he pushes more, practically shaking above me.
I lift my hips, meeting him halfway and we both groan when he enters me completely.
My eyes roll back as his breath becomes erratic, moving his hips as he starts to thrust. While keeping hold of the rosary in one hand, I grip his hair with the other and yank hard. He moans loudly, pumping harder.
Leo fucks me against the pillows on the floor, making some slide in different directions at the force he’s going.
He clutches my leg, pulling it up to reach deeper inside me.
I tighten my hold on the beads as they pinch against my skin and his.
He gasps, bringing his head closer as our breaths mingle together.
Sweat shines over his skin, some gathering above the lingerie that keeps him from seeing me.
Ecstasy builds, tingling up my spine and down to my core, time almost slowing. I stare up at the man above me. Eyes unseeing, fucking me as I hold the string that tightens around his neck. Sweat slides down his body as the last rays of sun come into the room.
His confession of the lie. The way he kneeled and obeyed. Devouring passion as his skin meets mine.
Was this blind faith? Trusting someone who holds a delicate piece of you in their hands, yet could end you if they truly wanted? With every deep breath, I begin to understand the reverence. The trust. The willingness to obey for something as simple as a smile.
I was his religion; he was mine.
Blasphemous or not, we’d never care long as we forgave and loved the other.
Quickly, I unwrap the rosary from my hand, pulling it off him and toss it. The beads and cross clatter against the floor as I wrap my arms around his neck. I yank Leo close, lifting my hips to him. He clutches me harshly.
“Come for me, baby,” I rasp, tightening my legs around his waist.
Leo grips me as his body goes tense. He comes with a long groan against my neck.
My muscles clench around him, my body bowing towards him.
I’m not entirely sure if I actually orgasm, but I don’t care as satisfaction washes over me as his body unclenches.
I fumble behind his head, pulling off the lingerie to toss aside.
I’m met with glistening hazel eyes filled with adoration.
I smile.
His hands clutch the side of my face. Relief upon his.
I can’t quite tell if he’s completely coherent or not. I start going through my head on what to check, when suddenly he whispers, “Good girl.”
My smile widens. In return, I’m given the glorious sight of his own. Arms flinging around him, I pull him down as he falls to hug me. We hold each other, unwilling to let go as we lay together on the floor among scattered pillows as evening falls.