44. Chapter 43
Chapter 43
Maeve Henderson
While dinner was delicious, the tension in the room was so thick that it was visibly uncomfortable.
Leon keeps looking at me like he wants to eat me alive, and every time I look up, his eyes are already on me.
If it wasn’t so arousing, it would be intimidating.
“Go grab a shower, ma fleur, I will clean up in here.” He promises me as soon as I’m finished eating.
I can’t argue, I want to, I want to insist that I help since he’s been so kind today, and I know his leg is sore, but I’m exhausted.
I’ve been up since sunrise and have been staring at a screen for the entire day.
So my head is throbbing, my back hurts from sitting in the same position, and I think my brain is fried from overuse.
Nine exams in one day sounds like a nightmare, and that’s because it is.
The longest break that I was given was ten minutes halfway through my day. It was barely long enough to eat half a bag of pretzels as fast as humanly possible until the salt content dried out my throat so badly that I had a coughing fit for half of my next exam.
But none of my discomfort can compare to Leon’s, not when he’s worn his leg the entire day just so he could jump up and get me anything I may have needed.
It’s a sweet gesture, one that reminds me of his promise on the couch a few weeks ago. Something along the lines of waiting on me hand and foot during the day and treating me like his whore at night.
It sounded good until he casually reminded me that I will never be free again.
I’m at the sink washing my face when Leon comes up behind me and starts to rub the knots and tension out of my neck and shoulders. “You did wonderful today, ma fleur.” He mumbles against the skin of my neck.
My skin lines with goosebumps, and I let out a happy hum of the feeling of his hands on my sore muscles. It makes me ignore my skincare routine and simply enjoy his hands on me for the moment.
Leon lets go of my shoulders and kisses the back of my neck, making me immediately miss the feeling of his hands. "Finish getting ready and meet me on the bed. I'll massage you until you fall asleep." He says.
I quickly spin around and grab onto his wrist. “I’m fine, take a shower and take your leg off for the night.” I promise him.
I feel guilty that he’s worn his leg all day for my benefit; I don’t want to take advantage any more than I already have.
"Join me?" He asks.
I freeze.
I don't know if I should join him in the shower; that feels like a step in the direction he wants me to take, one that I don't think I could step back from if I tried. "What is your plan with me?" I ask.
Leon stops rubbing my shoulders, trailing his hands down my back until his hands settle on my ribs. "Right now or long term?" He asks instead of answering me.
“Both, I guess.” I answer honestly.
Instead of answering, he leans down and starts to trail his lips along my neck until a line of goosebumps covers my skin. “Well, right now I’d like to take you into the shower and wash every inch of you before having my dessert.” He answers.
I huff out a laugh, but he continues before I have the chance to respond. “Next, I’d like to fuck you to sleep.” He adds.
I know I'm blushing; I can feel how hot my face is, but I can't let him see me react to him. I can't let him know that his words and his touch have any effect on me. So, instead, I grip onto the bathroom counter until my knuckles are white. "And long term?" I ask.
Leon steps away from me, making me immediately miss the contact. He turns the water on in the shower and comes back to me, standing so close that I can feel the heat from his body on my skin.
His hand trails under the strap of my tank top, pushing it off my shoulder until I take over. I pull my tank top over my head and sit it on the sink while Leon strips in front of me.
He throws his clothes from the day in the hamper, piece by piece until he is standing in front of me naked.
I don't want to react to the look of him, but I can't look away.
I reach for him, tracing my finger across the scars on his chest. He has a large "Y" shaped scar starting at his collar bones and meeting in the middle at his sternum, where it goes straight down his chiseled abs and stops before his public bone.
When I trace my finger along the thick, white scar, he makes no reaction to me other than his cock jolting at my touch and it surprises me that he doesn’t say anything.
“I knew she cut you, but I didn’t expect all this.” I admit.
He shrugs and chooses not to respond, but he grabs onto the waistband of my shorts and pulls them down until my shorts poole at my feet and I’m naked in front of my captor.
I follow him into the shower, getting in first while he takes off his prosthetic and puts his leg in the plastic rest waiting for him.
“Long term, I would like for you to fall madly in love with me.” He answers when he steps into the shower.
I have to make myself hold back a laugh while he spins me around and starts to soak my hair under the shower head. “That’s ambitious.” I state.
“It is, but I think we can get there. I want to be a family with you, I want everything with you. I want you to have a life, hobbies, friends, a job if you want one. If not, I’ll support us. I make more than enough money at my practice that you’ll never want for anything. I just want you to be happy.” He says while lathering shampoo into my hair.
“How are you so sure we could ever get there?” I ask.
I feel like I already know the answer; he’s going to keep me here and hostage until I give him everything he wants.
I already feel like this will be one of those moments that gets ruined by the reminder of the situation I’ve been put in by him.
Leon leans in and kisses the back of my neck and his calloused hands trail down my body while he seemingly debates an answer that won’t ruin this moment. “You’re the same kind of fucked up that I am. I know deep down that something in you is dark, something begging to come out. I can help you. We can make all our broken pieces fit together. We can be perfect if you’d just give us the chance.” He explains.
He quickly pulls me back until my chest presses against his back and the hot water washes away all of the soap on my body. “I don’t want you to be a prisoner, I want you to be happy.” He adds.
I wish I could believe that, but the collar around my neck makes it hard to believe. Without even meaning to, I reach up and touch the collar around my neck. "It doesn't feel that way." I say sadly.
Leon spins me around until we’re chest to chest and rests his forehead against mine. “I know it doesn’t right now, but I promise this is temporary.” He says quietly.
All I can do is nod; I don't know what to say. I don't know how to feel or how to act.
It's easy to know how I'm feeling when he says things that are cruel, but when he treats me well, I feel lost. It's confusing when he treats me like we're just a regular couple having a regular day.
"Can I go back to my original plan now?" He asks.
I pick my head up, raising an eyebrow at him. I didn’t know what he planned to go back to, but then he closed the distance between us and kissed me.
The same chills run down my spine when his warm lips press into mine. It's a feeling that sends goosebumps across my skin and butterflies in my belly. His teeth dig into my lower lip, tugging on it until it reaches a painful level, and his tongue slides across the sting he created. He tugs at my wet hair hanging down my back, keeping my head tilted back so he can access my lips.
I audibly groan as the pain tugs at my scalp, but it sends a flood of arousal to my core.
It's embarrassing that a bit of pain has that effect on me, but it's where we are.
His tongue slides into my mouth the first chance he gets and it makes me realize that if I had known kissing him would have felt like this, maybe I would have done it sooner.
His spare hand grips onto my butt, squeezing roughly. I even feel his nails dig into the flesh of my cheek until he breaks the kiss when I feel like my need to suck in a breath of air becomes too much.
Leon moves to get down on his knees, but I don't want him to fall with his makeshift leg on, so I stop him. I wrap my arms around his torso to keep him standing.
"I'm not going to fall; I've lived with this leg for 20 years. Trust me." He says with another brief kiss. I think he's feeling the same way I am, that kissing each other feels like electricity and we were fools to hold off for so long.
I keep a hold of him while he drops to his knees in front of me and his eyes stay locked on me while he lifts my thigh and props it up onto his shoulder. He doesn't even break eye contact when he drags his tongue along me.
I lean my head back onto the shower wall and close my eyes while I enjoy this larger-than-life man on his knees for me.
I jerk in surprise when his lips wrap around my clit, and a jolt of both pain and pleasure courses through me.
This piercing is still so sensitive yet arousing. His tongue flicks over it and I’m torn between screaming in pain and ecstacy. Either way, I think I’d cry if he stopped.
When he sucks roughly on me, I feel like my legs are going to buckle, and I grip tightly onto his shoulder to keep my balance, but he wraps his arm around my leg and steadies me while he feasts on me.
I watch as his tongue plays with every inch of me like I am the dessert he’s been praying for all night, and I realize that this feels different than it did with Shelby.
Everything feels different than it did with her.
I feel alive, like if my hair wasn’t wet it would be sticking up from all the electricity coursing through me.
When he grips onto my butt once more, I feel his nails dig harshly into my skin and it’s a welcomed feeling alongside his tongue flicking and sucking on me in somehow perfect rhythm. “Please don’t stop.” I whine.
I hear this jerk chuckle and the vibrations go straight through me, but he doesn’t stop. He continues to lick, suck, and tease me with his tongue until I feel myself crash like an inevitable wave crashing in a storm.
I scream out and dig my nails into his hair so harshly that I’m not sure why he’s not complaining, but he doesn’t stop or even slow down while I violently cum on his face.