60. Chapter 59
Chapter 59
Maeve Henderson
I want to be mad about all of this. I want to think that I'd punch Leon in the face and scream at him, but I expected this.
There was no other outcome but this; I'm just in shock and a little numb to it.
I think I'm more upset that my life looks so different now and that I'll never get to live out the shallow, single, and childless dream that I have always had, but I'm not mad.
I don't know if that makes sense; I don't even know if the thoughts in my head are real.
I feel fractured, in a way. I wish I could describe it, but maybe I'm just distracted by all of this with Abby and Sean.
Maybe that's clouding my judgment, and I can have a proper freak out over everything tomorrow.
For now, my focus is on Sean.
Leon comes with me into the bathroom, cleans up my face and chest, and takes out the piercings.
I don't see why they need to come out; it's already done, but he swears that it will be easier on my body if I don't have to go through the healing process with the piercings in.
Whatever.
I’m in a daze while Leon showers with me, treating me like some kind of porcelain doll with his soft touches and gentle demeanor. I guess this is the treatment I should expect for the next nine months.
I still can’t believe this is happening to me.
I honestly thought with my celiac that it would have taken him longer, but it didn’t even take two months of being his prisoner for me to have a baby on the way.
It’s fine; I guess fate just kind of works that way.
That’s what I’m telling myself, at least. I do love him and I told him I wanted a life with him, so I guess this is the next reasonable step.
Well, there are several steps we could’ve taken before this.
We could’ve gotten married.
We already live together, so I don’t know what else we could’ve done first, but this feels like the only logical next step for us.
We’ve already killed together, so a baby is one of the last significant things we have to do as a couple.
Are we even a couple?
Well, I guess that question answered itself now.
It still doesn’t mean that I’m completely happy or ready for any of this.
When I'm out of the shower and combing through my wet hair, Leon comes up behind me and starts rubbing his hand down my spine. “Tell me how you're feeling.” He insists.
I sigh, turning around until my back is to the sink, and I’m facing Leon. “I wanted to finish school; I wanted to know what it felt like to afford to pay for things. I wanted to live like a normal college kid. It just feels like all of it was taken from me. It feels like you took everything from me.” I confide in him.
He nods and pulls me into him, hugging me against his body. “You’re still going to have everything you want. It will just look a little different now, but I'll make sure you're happy.” He promises.
I nod into his chest, fighting off a yawn while I do so. I know if he sees me yawn, he'll try to convince me to do this tomorrow, but I need this done.
“Are you ready to go?” Leon asks. I nod again, letting him break out of our embrace so I can follow him out of the bathroom.
On the way to my old apartment, Leon explains to me that I can do the talking, that he will be my backup and not let anything happen to me.
He makes me promise him that I will listen to him and that I won’t go off on my own, but I can’t make any solid promises without knowing how Sean and Carlie will react to me.
I know that sounds crazy, but I haven’t seen anyone from my old life since they all treated me like trash on my own birthday.
Part of me wants to go crazy on them; there's a nagging part of my brain that is whispering terrible things I could and should do the moment I see them.
The other part wants to rub it in that I’m doing better than they are.
I’m sure Sean and Carlie are still wasting their lives away by drinking and partying, and they still spend their days with hookups that will never care about them or even remember their names the next day.
Looking back at how they live and how I used to live, it’s sad.
I think I prefer the life I have now, the life where Leon comes home and always looks so happy to see me, the life where he and I make meals together in the evenings, and he makes good on his promise to have sex with me until I fall asleep.
He always says he’s “fucking me to sleep,” he’s not wrong.
Some nights, I'm so overwhelmed and blissed out that I don't even realize we went from sex to cuddling for several minutes.
I’d rather live my life than theirs.
I’m startled when Leon puts his hand on my shoulder, but it finally makes me look up and realize that we’re sitting in the small parking lot of my old apartment complex and my old life.
It feels weird being here again.
It may have only been a couple of months ago, but this place doesn’t feel like me anymore. That life doesn’t feel like it’s mine.
“You can stay out here, ma fleur, maybe take a little nap in the back seat?” Leon says calmly.
I shake my head and jump out of the car. I have to make myself while I still have the nerve and the energy to do so.
Maybe I should have waited until tomorrow, but I won’t admit that to him.
My eyes are fighting to stay open, but I know I need to focus.
Leon rushes out of the car and joins me at my side a moment later, putting his hand on my lower back while we walk.
“No, I have to do this. I have to know if Carlie is a part of this or if she's innocent like I was. I have to know if he's ever tried to hurt her.” I state.
I need answers.
When Leon and I reach the door, I'm surprised that he has a key and is able to walk right in.
Has he always had that, or is it my copy?
You know what? I don't want to know.
Walking into this apartment feels weird.
Everything looks and feels the same, everything besides me.
This place feels foreign to me now; it feels wrong.
It feels like it's supposed to be home, but it isn't.
I hate it.
“What now?” I ask nervously.
Leon walks over to the couch and sits down like he owns the place, even kicking his feet up onto the coffee table. “We wait.” He says calmly as he pats the empty spot beside him.
As soon as I join him on the couch, my eyes feel heavy, but my mind is a clouded mess, and my heart is pounding.
I hate this feeling, but I bask in Leon's warmth as he pulls me to lean against him and bands his arms around me.
A comfortable silence lingers over us; it's not awkward, it’s just nice.
I don’t need him asking me how I’m feeling right now. I don’t want him reminding me of my situation, the situation that he put me in.
I like that he’s checking in to see how I’m feeling, but I don’t like that I don’t have an answer for him, so it’s nice that we’re just sitting here together.
He kisses my temple a few times, probably sensing that I'm fighting off sleep, and startles me awake. “You okay, ma fleur?” He asks quietly. His hands rub along my spine while I bask in his warmth and the safety of his arms.
I nod, tucking my face into his neck. “Just a little tired.” I answer.
I feel his hands trail down my spine until he's gripping my butt with both hands. “You can either take a nap until they get home, or I can do something to wake you up?” He asks.
I grin, already feeling heat and need course through my body, and sit up, putting my hands on his shoulders. “Hurt me.” I beg.
I'm so horny that it's insane, and I can't get the thought of him duct taping me and doing whatever he wants out of my head.
I know we have to avoid a lot of things now that I'm pregnant, but I'm sure he can do something to me.
He rubs his hands along my ribs, staring up at me in his lap for a moment. “Are you sure? You can just rest, and I'll hold you.” He insists.
I never thought he'd be the one turning me down, but I need this.
I need the distraction.
“Please. Hurt me.” I beg again.
With a wicked grin, he wraps a hand around my throat, squeezing the sides until stars blur my vision, and all I can focus on is the darkness in his eyes. “Bend over the coffee table.” He demands.
I'm almost immediately soaked by the way he talks to me.
My legs feel like jelly as I stand up and turn my back to Leon, and he harshly smacks my butt. “Faster.” He demands.
Part of me wants to challenge him; the other part wants to do everything he says.
I want to please him and hear him call me his good girl.
As soon as I'm bent over the coffee table, my butt in the air and my chest pressed into the cold wood, Leon yanks my pants down. He pushes my legs together, stretching my legs straight out until he can put my feet under the couch, and I feel the weight of the couch holding me in place.
“Fuck, I love this ass, ma fleur. I can't wait to fuck it tomorrow.” He says with a hoarse groan while his hands knead and squeeze my butt.
He pulls his hands away for a moment, making me turn to see what he is doing, but before I get the chance, his hands crash down on my cheeks so hard that I scream. “Shh, you'll wake the neighbors.” He taunts me in my ear.
I want to rub my sore cheeks, but I fear that would get me in more trouble.
Over and over, he peppers my cheeks in smacks so hard that my eyes are blurred with tears, but my pussy is desperate for him, clenching around nothing while he abuses my butt and the back of my thighs.
He slides two of his thick fingers inside of me, making me moan and rest my forehead on the table. “Oh, my God.” I moan loudly while he pumps his fingers into me.
I feel a little sensitive from just having sex with him earlier today, but it's not painful.
Or at least if it were, I wouldn't notice it with how red and sore my butt is. “Someone seems to like having their hot little ass smacked. You're practically dripping on the floor.” Leon taunts.
I whine and wiggle my hips in hopes that he'll do more than just finger me. I need the distraction from how warm my butt feels.
He quickly pulls his fingers out of me and grips my hips so tightly that I whine. “You can beg if you'd like, but I want welts on this tight little ass. It will give me a little extra something to focus on tomorrow when my cock is buried in it.” He whispers in my ear.
I whimper at his words, feeling pathetic that I want that to.
I hear Leon taking off his belt, need and excitement coursing through me that he's finally about to give me what I need.
I need him, I need his cock. I need to cum, but he pulls my feet from under the couch and helps me situate on my knees instead.
“You're going to be a good girl and take what I give you. Every hit, every welt, every bruise, and you'll thank me for it when I'm done. Do you know why?” He asks.
I jump when I feel the cool leather of his belt on my warm skin. “No.” I answer quietly.
I don't know if I'm taunting him or just want to hear him answer; either way, it doesn't matter.
It earns me a hard smack across the butt with the belt. The sting courses through me instantly, making me lean into the coffee table as much as possible. “Because you're my slut, my little pet to fuck and hurt whenever I want. And you love it. Isn't that right?” He teases.
I wiggle my hips again; not sure if I'm begging for his cock or another smack, but I need something. “Yes, I'm your slut. Please, I need you.” I beg.
Leon chuckles, but he obliges.
He strikes my butt with his belt, over and over until it hurts so badly that I don't even register it; I'm just panting and moaning with every hit against my tender flesh.
“You're going to cum while I hit you, ma fleur. Then I'll fuck your brains out across this coffee table, okay?” He asks me calmly.
Again, I whine and wiggle my hips at him.
I can't form words to express that I need him, but judging by the way his belt cracks down on my heated skin, I'd say he gets it.
He even smacks the belt between my legs, whipping my pussy until I hear my arousal coat the leather, and my cheeks turn such a deep red that I never want to be seen again.
Two thick fingers probe into me again while he smacks my butt and the backs of my thighs with his free hand, making me see stars.
“Leon, please don't stop.” I cry out, feeling my pussy flutter around his fingers and chills line my body.
I feel so close that I'd cry if he stopped; I need this. I need the pain and the pleasure. I need him to hurt me like only he can do. “I wouldn't dare. You look too beautiful to stop, cum for me.” He says into my ear.
Just one more strategic hit is all it takes.
I scream out, feeling Leon's fingers curl up inside of me while thrusting into me until all I can focus on is not screaming at the top of my lungs while my orgasm hits me like an inevitable wave in a storm.
I feel my skin heat up all over while chills line my spine, and I effectively soak his hand.
“My God, you look like a fucking goddess when you cum.” He praises.
I blush at his words and lay my forehead on the cold table to cool my heated face.
Of all the praise I've had in my life and all the compliments, I thrive on his.
Finally, I hear Leon unbutton his pants. I feel him get on his knees behind me and hold my hips in his hands. “My pretty little mess, look at all this cum.” He says while his fingers swipe between me and collect my arousal on his hand.
He dips his fingers into me, bringing his hand up to my face. “Be my good pet and lick your cum from my fingers.” He insists.
I whine, but I open my mouth and let him put his glistening fingers into my mouth and suck them clean while he rubs the head of his cock against my pussy.
“My God, you are so good. Do you want me to take it nice and slow, fuck you until you can't possibly cum again? Or would you prefer me to fuck you like the toy you are?” He asks.
I'm practically melting into this table at his words and the feeling of his cock just barely nudging me.
I need him inside of me.
He pulls his fingers out of my mouth, wiping the spit from them onto my butt while he waits for me to decide, but I already know my answer. “Hard. Please. Don't hold back.” I plead.
I'm not even sure if I know what I'm saying; he always has to go easy on me. He always has to take it slow so he can fit inside me. So why am I asking him to hurt me?
Why am I almost dripping at the thought?
He pushes the head of his cock into me, making me have to bite down on my arm to quiet my noises.
“Are you sure you can handle it? Hmm? Can you be my good little slut and let me fuck you like I hate you?” He asks.
“Yes.” I pant.
I feel him smooth his hand down my spine, his fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps through my shirt.
“Are you sure? We were a little rough just now, and it's okay if you've had all you can handle.” He says much more calmly.
I nod and wiggle my hips in the hope of getting more than just the head of his cock in me. “I'm okay.” I promise.
That must be all he needed to hear because he thrusts into me all at once. One rough thrust, and he's as far in me as he can reach.
I cry out, tensing at how full I feel, but I can't go anywhere; I can't do anything but take what he gives me.
“Deep breaths, ma fleur.” He says calmly.
While I take a few steadying breaths, he traces his fingers along my spine and praises my every breath as if I've done something spectacular.
“Good job, ma fleur.”
“That's it, a few more.”
“You're doing so well.”
And many more.
When I feel the chills on my body fade and my pussy relaxes around his cock, he wraps my hair around his fist like a rope and pulls.
I feel like a bull being pulled by their reins, and my head snaps back until I'm forced to look at the ceiling, and my back arches uncomfortably.
“You don't get to run from me.” He mumbles into my ear before harshly biting my earlobe.
His thrusts are hard, fast, and punishing. He pounds into me like he's worried this is the last time he will ever see me.
Every thrust makes me gasp and fight in his hold; every thrust makes me wetter and more needy.
I need him to slow down, yet I don't think I'd survive if he did.
I want his torment.
“More.” I beg, moaning loudly while his cock drags along my sensitive spot.
I feel chills lining my skin and the coil twisting in my lower belly. I feel so close to the edge, and I need him to tip me over and into bliss.
I feel him tightly grip his free hand around my throat, squeezing until all I can do is let out a choked moan and a panicked sensation floods my body. “You were fucking made for me, ma fleur. This pussy was built to fit my cock. This body was put on this earth to tempt me. If you don't cum all over my cock in the next minute, I'm fucking your ass right here, right now.” He says into my ear.
As much as I'd like to see if he'd live up to that threat, I couldn't stop this orgasm if I tried.
I do my best to scream out, but his hand around my throat stops me. My eyes roll back, and I finally give in to the uncomfortable angle I'm bent at, lying my head on his shoulder while my body uncontrollably shakes through my orgasm.
I feel spineless, like a pile of goo, while I feel him cum in me.
Everything feels hazy, but I feel him slowly pull out and help me onto the couch. I feel something wet and warm between my legs before I feel my pants being slowly pulled back up and a blanket being draped over me. “You did such a good job; I'm so proud of you.” He says quietly while kissing the top of my head.
I feel silly that all I can do is hum appreciatively and smile at his praise.
When he joins me a moment later, he rests my head on his thigh and starts running his hand through my hair as if he hadn't just finished rearranging my guts and almost scalping me.
“Rest, my love. I promise to wake you soon.” He whispers as he leans down and kisses my temple.
I think I'm asleep before I register if he's saying anything else.