Chapter 28
Anais
Although it was strange to have Leo in the only bedroom that could be classed as my childhood home, it was also somehow right.
This was the one place on Earth that I felt fully safe.
I was myself here. Had been myself for many years.
But I’d been told it wasn’t my parents’ place once they were dead. So I couldn’t stay here.
There had been no record of it in their possessions and I guess that made it my uncle’s. I had tried to ask about him as well, but I’d been told he didn’t want to see me.
Now that I was here, I was confused. The academy hadn’t known this place existed. When I’d shown up and asked to be taught, they had asked where I’d been living since my parents died, and I’d been honest, but I hadn’t been here, so it had never come up.
Leo looked at me now I was standing in front of him as if he was starving and I was the only food that would satisfy him. In many ways, it was true, but even when I gently tilted my head to the side to let him, he shook his head.
“I don’t need that yet,” he said, although he licked his lips. “I’m going to have my way with you in many other ways first. Take your clothes off.”
I didn’t move at first. He gave me a look that made me fairly sure I should do as he asked or I might regret it in some way at some point. I was also turned on by the surety in his voice as he gave the command. It was as if he knew I wanted this. All of this.
Bit by bit I peeled off every layer of clothing, trying to ignore how self-conscious I felt and just think about the look of desire in his eyes. As I revealed more and more skin his eyes roved, drinking it in.
I’d never felt more vulnerable yet more desired as I did while he gazed upon me. He didn’t move a muscle, not even to help me when my bra caught. I couldn’t feel awkward when I could see every bit of his reaction. His cock had hardened as soon as he’d given the command, and he swallowed.
Although he’d given the command, I knew that my obedience and decision to do as he asked gave me some of the control in a different way. And I could think of nothing I wanted to do more than give myself to him and know that I could trust whatever followed.
I slipped out of my panties last to stand before him without a scrap on.
He looked me over once more and I knew he’d be able to smell my arousal.
Already I was wet, heat pooling between my thighs.
The memory of having his hands on me and how good it felt each time he gave me his cock was enough to make me weak at the knees.
“Good girl,” he said, and my heart skipped a beat. “Now, lie on the bed. On your front. With your legs on the floor and your ass in the air.”
I lifted an eyebrow at the request, but I wasn’t going to start resisting now. I slowly turned and bent myself over the bed. At the same time he stepped forward, closing the distance between us.
As I lay down I could feel his legs close to mine. He waited until the bed was taking my weight and then he pushed my feet further apart, exposing me to him.
Desperate for him to take me, I didn’t try to fight it. He reached for my arms and then brought them down to my sides so he could grip them across my back.
It effectively pinned me in place as long as he kept my hands in his grip and put a little pressure on them. I could have struggled, but he was far stronger than I was.
“I’m going to take my time with you,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I’m going to make you beg for mercy long before I give it to you. And when I decide that you can’t take any more pleasure, I’m going to enjoy fucking your wet, tight pussy.”
I whimpered as he slowly shifted his other hand, running it down my back toward my butt cheeks. He ran his calloused fingers over one and then his contact vanished.
There was just time to frown at the lack of contact when he smacked me. A hot sting spread across my skin as I whimpered. It had let out a loud crack that made me glad we were in a completely different area of the farmhouse to everyone else.
As he did it again, I whimpered, the pain building. Although it hurt, he then stroked my cheek gently, almost soothing the pain he’d caused. A tight, hungry feeling settled in the pit of my stomach, radiating downward and flooding me with desire.
This wasn’t what I’d expected, but it was everything I needed.
After stroking me for some time. He slapped me again, twice more in quick succession. With each sting of his palm the pain grew, but so did the desire for him to soothe and my need for him to screw me senseless as he’d promised he would.
I knew that it wasn’t going to be that easy, however.
He had promised me pleasure and getting me to beg for mercy.
Even after he’d struck the same cheek eight times, I was still more horny than I was hurting and I knew I’d happily ask him for his cock.
I wasn’t at the point of begging him yet, but I was getting closer.
Eventually he stopped, but not until he’d struck me another couple of times.
“You have one very rosy cheek. I think we need to make the other one match, don’t you?
” he asked me, his voice deeper than normal.
I didn’t reply as he switched the hand that was holding my arms and pinning me down.
The next two stinging smacks came quickly before he soothed me with little, gentle strokes..
His soothing didn’t last long before he struck me again.
I whimpered some more and began to lose all sense of time and, in many ways, even where I was.
There was just the desire I had for him to take me, the pain he was causing and the way I couldn’t stop it.
I was his and every naughty thought he had could be done.
It took him less time to even up the number of strikes of my ass cheeks, and they both burned and stung, but the one he’d struck the most recently was the worst.
“How’s that, sweets?” he whispered, his fingers still roaming, almost circling the areas that he had made so sensitive.
I let out a gasp as he shifted his hand to between my thighs and felt for his answer.
“My, you are such a wet little thing. I think you like this as much as I do. Let’s carry on, shall we?
See if you like a little more pain. And remember.
If you want this to stop, you just have to say the magic word and I can stop.
I want you to be willing to let me toy with you.
It’s important to me that you’re letting me do what I want.
Are you going to trust me to enjoy your body how I want? ”
I nodded, wondering if I would regret the sentiment once he’d carried on some more. This was a much more sadistic side to him than I’d seen previously.
“You need to say it, sweets. Tell me that you want me to have my way with you.”
“I want you to have your way with me.” The words tumbled out of my mouth before I could even think about it or hesitate.
“I want you to know what you’re asking for. To understand what gets me hard. ‘Cause right now I’m really hard. I’m enjoying this, sweets. I’m making you hurt and it’s getting you wet, and I’m loving every second of it. Do you understand what it means to truly be mine?”
“Yes,” I replied. “I want to be yours. Pleasure or pain, I just want to know it’s turning you on and it’s what you want.”
“Oh, I want this. You’re being such a good girl. You’ll be rewarded for getting me so hard. I’m going to have everything I need from you tonight. Bit by bit, I’m going to take you somewhere we can only go together.”
With that he struck me again, not pausing before he did it again and again. Five times his hand sent fire spreading across my ass and each time I let out a small mewl, growing more and more uncomfortable. I told myself I wouldn’t stop him. That I wanted to see how much I could handle as well.
In many ways, it was easy. I could let it happen. Close my eyes and simply react. I was safe with him, even now, my legs spread, his strength more than I could challenge. He could do whatever he wanted and yet he had still asked me to tell him I wanted this too.
He switched cheek to even up the pain once more, and by then I was really whimpering and mewling. It would have been embarrassing if I hadn’t been enjoying it so much.
My pussy grew so wet I could feel it spreading to my thighs and the bed.
Once again he slid his fingers across and down between my legs.
I was eager for him to move on and shifted my hips, widening my stance at the same time.
He let out a chuckle and slowly slid one finger into me.
I moaned, unable to help it. God, I wanted him so badly.
Although he gently stroked me inside, he took his time and shifted so his body brushed up against my hot, sensitive ass.
I let out another groan, not sure what I wanted more.
Now that he’d made my ass burn, he made my desire flare, going slow as he stroked my insides and ran a finger over the top of my clit so lightly that I could only squirm and try to put more pressure on it myself.
He chuckled and put a little more weight on my hands to help keep me still. I whimpered, barely able to move. He had his feet holding mine apart just far enough that I was leaning on the bed far more than my toes. There was nothing I could do.
Bit by bit he stoked the fire in me, getting me hotter and more desperate. His fingers worked me into a frenzy. I was desperate to be tipped over the edge, but he eased up every time I got close.
I wriggled as much as I could, but Leo simply removed his fingers, leaving me wanting.
“You don’t get to decide what’s going on and when. Remember that, sweets.” He brushed my hair back from my face and stroked my cheek. “Don’t worry. You’ll get to cum tonight. When I’m ready for you to.”
Very gently, he began touching me again, sliding two fingers inside.
This time he was a little faster and used more pressure, quickly bringing me close to the edge again.
I mewled when he stopped once more. For the next few minutes he worked me into a frenzy, making me think he might finally tip me over and then stopping right before.
After a few more back-and-forths, every time I came close to orgasming and relieving the growing frustration, Leo smacked one of my sore cheeks again.
The pain kept me from tipping over when just stopping wouldn’t have done, and it only made me even more desperate.
I’d never been teased and denied, only to be built back up again like this before.
A few minutes later my whole world became a blur and I couldn’t take it any longer.
“Please, let me finish,” I managed to squeak out. “Please, Leo.”
I wasn’t sure that he was going to listen to me at all, but he must have decided to have mercy on me finally.
He stroked me again, building me up and up until I finally tipped over.
I couldn’t contain the moan that tore through me at being satisfied.
The pleasure high was more than I’d ever experienced before, all the sweeter for having had to wait for it.
“Good girl,” he said as he eased the pressure a little but carried on stroking me. It was almost too much to handle, my body so sensitive, but he didn’t stop, his movements steady, consistent and making me writhe for a whole different reason to before.
As I tried to shift and stop the overwhelming pleasure, he pinned me down and carried on. Within a few minutes I was hitting a second peak. I lost all sense of time, Leo not stopping even then. All I could think about was his fingers and everything they were doing to me.
Time became meaningless, there was just everything he was doing to me, how he didn’t give up until he had me moaning his name again and again.
“One more, sweets,” he whispered as a third wave of heaven tore through me. I wanted to protest, but I couldn’t get a word out as he didn’t stop, his fingers still inside me and making every second stretch into forever.
“Please,” I tried to say, not sure it came out well enough to be understood.
Leo leaned over me gently and placed a kiss on my cheek. “You can handle one more. Trust me. And then I’m going to finally stick my cock in you.”
I couldn’t reply, my body shaking as the fourth orgasm seemed to sneak up on me far faster than I was expecting. My body seemed ready for it and Leo had worked out exactly how to stoke my fire until I was putty in his hands.
The fourth time I orgasmed, it tore through me so deeply and completely that I shuddered long after Leo had stopped and withdrawn his fingers. I stayed in a state of bliss, not wanting to come down, until I felt Leo’s hard cock at my entrance.
“My turn now,” he whispered, still leaning over me a little.
Slowly he slid into me, my body eager for him and more than ready.
I tried to shift back toward him, wanting to get him deeper, but he was controlled, letting me know that even after doing so much to frustrate me and no doubt himself, he could handle waiting as long as it took.
He drove deep into me and held himself there for only a fraction of a second before he slid back out almost all the way. Moving back and forth, he took me and made me his. I didn’t know where I ended and he began. My body was his and I had never wanted anything more than him and me together.
Each thrust filled me again and again, perfect after everything else. I leaned into him, bracing and taking him, wanting to feel his pleasure.
It didn’t take as long as I expected for him to start moaning, his body even more wound and frustrated from all we’d already done together. He pounded me hard, pulling on my wrists to get even deeper.
I couldn’t contain my groans and soon he was making noise along with me. Bit by bit we both went to heaven together. He thrust into me one last time, letting out a deep guttural groan as he filled me with his cum.
As he let go of my arms and pulled out of me, I barely moved, spent and sated. Leo gently helped me up onto the bed and tucked me in before getting in beside me. He wrapped his arms around my body and held me close.
“I’m going to keep taking care of you, Anais,” he whispered as I began to drift off. “No matter what anyone thinks of us, or what they think we’ve done. I know that you’re the most amazing woman on the planet.”
Knowing he meant every word, and feeling safer than I had in years, I closed my eyes and let go of the craziness of the last few days.
We would fix this together. Side by side. Until the world made sense once more.