35. Chapter 34
Chapter 34
Maeve Henderson
When I wake up, I'm actually feeling a lot better.
I'm still dealing with some cramps, and my joints are still sore, but I'm feeling good enough that I don't want to lay with Leon anymore.
I can't trust him right now; the lingering pain in my joints is a reminder of that.
I sit up to go back to bed, but I stop when I see that he's stripped some of his clothes off. It isn't the clothes that surprise me; this man has tackled me and had sex with me in the yard, I don't think partial nudity is a problem anymore.
No, it's his leg that surprises me.
One of his legs is missing shortly after his knee.
There's a metal rod sticking out of the skin that's heavily bruised and angry-looking. I don't even mean to be staring; I just didn't expect that. I guess that makes sense as to why he was wincing when he got up from the ground.
"I was 14." Leon says.
I slightly jolt, not even realizing that I was so obviously staring that he had to explain himself.
In a way, I like that he isn't perfect. It humanizes him a bit.
When I think of Leon, I think of how strong, powerful, charismatic, charming, smooth, and handsome he is. The fact that he also has money and is clearly smart just makes him even more intimidating; finding a flaw makes me feel like he's an actual person.
"I'm sorry." I say quietly. I can't believe I was rude enough to stare. I know how it feels to be stared at. I get enough dirty looks when I have to be so strict about cross-contamination; don't even make me start on the eye rolls and glares that I get when I tell anyone that I'm also vegan.
People look at it like it's a bad word, like not wanting to eat animal products is somehow a sin.
I don't judge anyone on how they want to eat; I just don't want to contribute to the suffering of defenseless animals.
So, I'm looked at like a freak show attraction. I'd never want someone to think that I looked at them how others look at me. It makes me feel sick even to think that Leon might believe that or that he might have worried I was judging him.
I am for a lot of things, but not this.
"It's fine. It was a long time ago." Leon says to me. I feel his arms band around me, and as upset as I am with him and myself for last night, I find myself not moving out of his embrace. I'm going to tell myself it's because he helped me to feel better and that he's vulnerable right now, but really, it kind of feels right. I hate that it feels right.
I may not have had much of a life before this, but I was free. I wasn't wearing a dog collar and my food wasn't basically poisonous to me.
"Why is it so irritated if it happened so long ago?" I ask curiously, hoping I'm not overstepping by asking.
Leon sighs, and I feel his arms slightly tighten around me as if he thinks that his answer is going to make me mad. "I'm not supposed to wear my leg all the time, but I didn't want to risk you running again and getting hurt when I couldn't chase after you." He tells me.
I feel his warm lips on the side of my face, right on my temple, and I have to resist the urge to lean into him. "I just don't want you to get hurt. If you run past the perimeter, it will shock you; if I don't have my leg on, I can't chase after you and pull you back before you're hurt." He adds in.
"Then take it off..." I plead with him. I don't want to be wearing this collar.
I feel like a caged animal in this thing. It makes me even happier with my decision not to eat animal products because if this is how they feel before their slaughter, I can't support that.
This is terrifying, this is humiliating.
I don't feel like a person with this collar on; I feel less than human.
I want to cry every time I touch this collar; it's a constant reminder that I no longer have bodily autonomy and that I am an object that Leon possesses. I feel like I have the same value as a toaster. Or maybe more like one of those handheld objects guys can stick their cocks into and have sex with.
That one feels more accurate since I am basically here to be used whenever he wants me.
I still don't understand why I'm here, but seeing as how he refuses to use protection, I would assume he's using me to start a family. It's embarrassing, and part of me hopes that he lets me go if he makes me give him a baby.
Leon sighs again, rubbing his hands along my swollen belly, the lingering reminder of last night. "I can't do that, but I refuse to cage you in this house, so I just have to deal with the pain until you're comfortable enough here not to run." He says.
I huff, frustrated with this entire situation. "If I were going to try to run again, I would have done it while you were at work." I point out.
That's not entirely true; I did spend an entire day trying to cut this collar off.
I don't know what the heck this thing is made out of, but the bolt cutters I found in his junk drawer did nothing to it. I'm not going to tell him that, though. It's not like it makes a difference; I'm not going to run. I'm not even going to try because I know there's no point. There's no hope for me. I'm here until he decides he's done with me. "Why won't you let me leave?" I finally ask.
I want to hear from him what he wants from me.
Leon trails his hand down from my stomach to between my legs. His hand slides into my sweatpants until his fingers graze over my clit.
"I told you. This is your home; you belong here with me." He says, kissing the side of my face. His fingers rub against my clit, making me have to bite down on my lip to suppress any noises.
Why do his fingers feel so good?
Why does his cock feel even better?
I shouldn't be enjoying the feeling of my captor violating me, but I do; I love it. "I can give you the life you deserve. One where you can grow a beautiful garden and one where our babies can grow their own gardens. One where dinner will be waiting for me when I get home from work, but once I walk through that door, you're not to lift a finger." He goes on to say.
His fingers slide past my clit, circling my wet core. He slowly probes into me, a little at a time, before two of his thick fingers are fully seated inside of me. I tilt my hips, giving him an angle that feels better for me.
"When I come home from work, I'll serve dinner, bathe the kids, and put them to bed. Then, when the kids are asleep, I can put another baby in you while you tell me about your day." He says against the shell of my ear.
I hate the shiver that goes through my body at his words and his warm breath in my ear. I hate that as his fingers curl up inside of me, I'm getting wetter and wetter. I'm climbing so high towards an orgasm that I don't want him to have, but I also don't want him to ruin it.
"Do you like that idea, fleur?" He asks me, biting onto my earlobe. His thumb moves onto my clit, rubbing circles over my clit.
I jerk in his hold, and the moan I've been holding in finally comes out as a strangled and desperate plea.
I can practically feel the smug look on Leon's face at the sound I just made; he bites my ear again, making me jolt at the feeling. I feel him slowly push a third finger into me, and the stretch is too much. It burns, but so does his cock, so I guess I'd better get used to it.
"Do you like the idea of me treating you like a goddess during the day, waiting on you hand and foot? Fuck, I'd get down on my hands and knees if you asked me to, but at night, you're my slut. Mine to tie up and fuck. Mine to hurt and control. During the day, I'll do anything you say, but at night, you listen to me." He says against my ear.
I'm embarrassed at how flooded my pussy just got at his words. I love how that sounds. I love the idea of being used and worshiped at the same time. "Leon…” I say with a moan. I feel myself getting so close that I want to scream. I'm so high right now that it feels like finally crashing into bliss will leave my throat raw from screaming.
"Mmm, that’s right, ma fleur. You’ll serve me perfectly, my perfect little toy. Now cum for me." He says into my ear.
When Leon talks like this, it's hard to remember the bad.
I lay my head back onto his shoulder, closing my eyes to enjoy the feeling of his fingers. "You're my slut, Maeve. This cunt is mine; this body is mine to do whatever I want to, whenever I want." He adds in.
That would ruin my orgasm if I weren't already falling into pure bliss.
I feel my pussy clamp down around his fingers and I feel my arousal gush out of me and onto his hand. Stars blur my vision, my legs shake, and my body heats up until I'm practically twitching in his hold.
It's humiliating that he was able to make me cum while telling me that my body is not my own anymore.
"I need to fuck that sweet little cunt." Leon says. I feel him pull his hand out of my sweatpants and grab onto my waistband.
Now would be the time to test if my consent ever did matter to him. "No." I say as sternly as I can muster.
Surprisingly, his hands freeze. He doesn't proceed with pulling my sweatpants off, even though I can feel how hard he is pressed against my butt. "What?" He asks me.
What's surprising is that he doesn't even sound mad; he sounds confused. "I said no, you’re a monster." I answer.
I feel his teeth dig into my earlobe until goosebumps line my neck, and pain overwhelms me.
Was it a mistake saying that?
Is this where I regret talking openly to my kidnapper?
“A monster, hmm?” He asks without showing any emotion.
I huff, turning in his grasp to stare at him. “Yes, a monster. You stole me out of my bed in the middle of the night!” I point out.
Leon’s hands trail back into my sweatpants, but he doesn’t go between my legs. “I’ll make you a deal, ma fleur. I’ll turn the collar off, and you can run, but if I catch you, I’m doing whatever I choose to you as punishment for running from me. Do you think you can outrun me?” He asks.
“Yes.” I answer immediately.
I have to be able to outrun him, right? He has a prosthetic, and he’s been limping in pain ever since he brought me here; there is no way he can catch me.
Leon’s hands leave my sweatpants, and his arms unravel entirely from my body. “Okay.” He answers.