Next thing I know, I’m on the bed in just my bra and panties, and he’s crawling on top of me like a real lion.
“I don’t understand …” I murmur as he starts kissing my legs. I look down at him, getting flustered when I realize he’s looking at my partially naked body, which isn’t all that flattering.
“Isn’t it obvious?” he says, dragging his lips up my thighs, making me moan. “I want you.”
He leaves a trail of kisses up my stomach and to my chest, hovering close to my face. I feel myself getting red again.
“Oh god, but why? I don’t understand. I thought you said—”
“Shh.” He places a finger on my lips. “Enough talking for today.”
Leo removes his finger and replaces it with his mouth.
Well, that shut me up all right.
I don’t know why I’m letting him ravage my body and talk to me like this, claiming me as if I can’t say anything back … oh, who am I kidding, I can’t. This is what I’ve wanted all along, ever since he started teasing me, and oh boy, it’s so not what I expected. It’s even hotter than I imagined. I’m not prepared for the exquisite sight of his rippling body as he leans up to unbuckle his belt.
“You’ve been such a fucking distraction all this time … I’m not going to hold back any longer.”
“Hold back?” I whimper, as he loops his belt through the holes.
“And you call me an asshole?” He raises a brow. “I’ve seen the way you react to my flirting. You want this. Badly. So bad, you’re even angry at me for not giving it to you.”
“What?” I exclaim.
And then he grabs my wrist and pins it above the bed. “You heard what I said.”
He wraps the belt around my wrist and pulls it tight. “What are you doing?” I ask, my heartbeat rising.
“Doing what you want,” he says. He bends over until his forehead touches mine, his fingers grasping the bed tight. “Your emotions are all over the place, Sam. I think it’s time I got them under control.”
With a smirk, he pushes himself back up and undoes his tie, strapping it to my other wrist and tying it to the other side of the bed. I’m not sure how I feel about this, if I should tell him to stop and get the fuck off me so I can yell at him some more, or if I should just let it go and let him do with me what he wants. My traitorous body already knows what it wants as I press my legs together to prevent myself from feeling my own pussy. Goddammit.
For a second, he licks his lips, glancing down at me from under his eyelashes as if he’s admiring the view. “You know, I’ve dreamt about the day I could tie you up like this.”
I make a face at him. “I bet you have.”
His lips curl up into a smile. “And I bet I’m not the only one in this room who has.”
He lowers himself on top of me and hovers close to my lips, daring me to see if I’ll bite. Maybe I will. I kind of like where this is going, I admit.
“Stop playing around, Leo,” I say.
He taps my nose. “It’s Mister King to you.”
I squint. “I’m tied up on the bed, half naked, and you’re telling me to call you what I’ve always called you before?”
“I like it,” he says with a cheeky grin. “In fact, there are a lot of things I like that you probably don’t know about me.”
He kisses my cheek and drifts down to my neck, leaving marks everywhere, making it difficult for me to breathe and think right.
“Like what?” I say, gasping. “That you’re a pervert?”
He chuckles, and then takes my earlobe into his mouth to suck and gently nibble on it. “You and your filthy mouth really make me want to be harsh on you.”
“Try me,” I jest.
He whispers into my ear, “I like it when you play hard to get.”
His hand drifts down my body, over the swell of my breasts, causing me to suck in a breath, but he doesn’t stop there. His hand slides all the way down my belly toward my pussy, and when he cups it I gasp and moan.
“Is this what you were thinking about when I kissed you in the bathroom?” he whispers coyly into my ear. “Do you want me?”
“Uh-huh …” I moan, unable to stop myself anymore. When he starts rubbing, I’m done for.
“You’re a very naughty girl, you know that? And the problem with me is that I cannot resist.”
I moan again when he pushes down with one finger, sliding across my clit. My panties are already soaked.
“But the things I like might scare you, Sam,” he whispers, and I open my eyes again, seeing him eye me from the side. “I love the sight of a woman tied up just like you are right now. It makes me want to do so many … nasty things to you.” Those last words come out with a groan, seeping into my pores as my body turns to liquid underneath him.
“Are you scared?” he asks, his fingers floating across my lips. “Do you want me to stop? Say it now, before I can’t control myself anymore.”
“No,” I whimper as he plants another kiss on my jaw.
“You have me in a cinch, Sam. Right now, this is what I need. Especially after today. But you need to know you can always tell me to stop. The safe word is pear.”
“Pear?” I ask. “Why?”
“If you’re afraid, use it. Like I said … there are things I like that you don’t know about me, and this is one of them. I enjoy complete and utter control, Sam. This is what I get off on.”
My heart flutters from his words.
His hands slide down my arms, tickling me, setting my skin on fire. “You look so ravishing …” he growls. “I could almost eat you up.” He bites in the air, making me squirm as he leans in to lick my neck and collarbone. “Is this what you need?” he asks, his hand sliding underneath the fabric of my panties. “Is this what you’ve been thinking about? When you saw me? When I first kissed you? When you came out of the stall on the airplane?”
“Oh, yes …” I mutter, lost in delirium as he toys with me. His fingers feel so good, and I’ve been fantasizing about this for so long, I can hardly believe it’s real. I want to slap myself for wanting him, but I do, and I can’t stop myself from enjoying this. It’s impossible. Holy shit, he sure knows what to do.
Suddenly, he pulls away and hovers on top of me, kissing my chest while he fumbles with the clips on the back. “Wait,” I say.
“Shh,” he says. “No talking unless I ask you something.”
“I just feel …”
“What? Uncomfortable?” he asks, frowning. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
“No, it’s not that. It’s just that I’m a little nervous.” I giggle, but then stop myself, because I sound like an idiot. “Ah, forget it.”
“No,” he says resolutely all of the sudden. “Whatever you’re thinking, I want you to stop it, right now. There’s nothing to be nervous about when you show me your body. It’s what I want, and that is the only thing that matters.”
“Okay … but—”
“Stop.” He grabs my chin, making me focus on him. “If we do this, you don’t talk. You don’t think. Just let go and enjoy. I don’t want to hear anything but your moans and gasps, understood?”
I nod, a bit shook up by the fact that Leo is really into this controlling thing. I didn’t expect him to be like this, which makes it all the more difficult for me to say no. I actually want this.
He smiles. “Good, because I’ll have you wet and begging before this night is over.”
I swallow away the lump in my throat. Oh, fuck me, this is just too hot to deny.
Before I know it, my strapless bra is off and flung through the air, and Leo has buried his face in between my breasts. I moan when he cups them and starts playing with my nipples, tugging and teasing me to my limit. He covers one of them with his mouth and sucks, causing me to moan.
“So sensitive …” he murmurs, tugging with his teeth. “I bet you must be quivering by now. Do you like it when I’m rough?”
“Yes,” I say. “I’ve always quite liked it but never had it lik
e this, though.”
“Like how?”
“Tied up,” I say.
“Hmm … I guess we’re both hiding who we truly are then.” He winks. “You’ve been deprived of good sex, Sam. Let me give it to you.”
Chapter 15
He kisses my stomach and goes down, pulling my panties with his teeth. When they’re off, he chucks them off the bed and pushes my thighs with his hands. “Spread your legs, Sam. I want you wide and wet.”
I do as he says without saying a word. It’s oddly satisfying as well.
He plants a kiss on top of my vulva, and then slides down toward my pussy, blowing hot air on me, causing me to buck my hips. His fingers play with me, and then his tongue darts out to play along. I moan out loud as he licks and sucks, playfully teasing me to the edge.
“I must say, I never imagined you’d be so easily persuaded to let me fuck you.”
“I’m not,” I say. “I have no say in this at all.”
“Ah-ah.” He slaps my inner thigh, causing me to squeeze them together. “No talking.”
“You’re mean,” I say.
He slaps my other leg, and I growl.
“I can get a lot meaner if you don’t behave,” he muses. “I told you I like the control. I expect you to do as you’re told if you want me to give you what you need.”
I huff and puff, trying to come up with an honest reply, but I can’t. My brain has turned to goo, and all I can think of is having him fuck me senseless tonight. I’m losing my mind.
“Such a delicious pussy you have,” he says, chuckling against my skin. “If I’d known you tasted so good, I would’ve eaten you long ago.”
I want to say ‘fuck you,’ but then I want to say ‘fuck me,’ as well. Goddammit.
He laps me up sensually and slow, causing sweet bliss. I’m desperately holding onto the tie and belt, building toward a climax. He’s pushing me to my limits, toying with me like he knows exactly what to do and how to do it to make me scream. I’m teetering on the brink, desperate to fall over.
“Oh, god … I’m going to …”
“Come? Do it. Come for me, Sam.”
“Oh, fuck,” I whisper, and then the waves start coming like there’s no tomorrow. My body convulses, my pussy clenches, and I can feel his fingers and tongue everywhere as I come apart from his touch.
When the orgasm subsides, his body rises above mine, and he licks his lips with a contented smile. Then he jumps off the bed and barges through the room to search his bags.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
When he has what he was looking for, he holds it up for me to see. A condom.
He quickly unwraps it and drops his boxers just as quickly, and holy shit, what comes bouncing out widens my eyes and makes my jaw drop. He’s huge! Like, he could fill me to the brim and then some.
I swallow, my mouth watering as he strides toward me with confidence. Not a second does he wait to climb on top of me, leaving kisses everywhere. He only leans up to put the condom on his hard-on, and then immediately comes back down to kiss me again. His mouth is hot and full of lust. I kiss him back with equal desire; I can’t help myself. His hands are all over me, grasping my waist, cupping my face. When the tip of his cock touches my entrance, my pussy begins to thump again.
“Are you ready for me, Sam?” he asks.
“Oh, god, yes,” I moan into his mouth.
He pushes in slowly, and it feels so good that I gasp. He fills me up so tightly, I can feel everything, even the slightest movement. I love how he feels, even if I can’t touch him with my hands. Just the feel of his body on top of mine and his cock sliding into me … god, I could come again.
He rocks my world slowly, teasing me until I start to bite my lip from excitement. His thrusts are calculated, sensual, and increase in speed at just the right time. He never takes his eyes off me, his lips hovering dangerously close to mine but never touching. I lean closer to steal a kiss, but he won’t let me. The cocky smile on his face accompanied by him biting his lip has me bucking my hips in rhythm. I’m lost in his eyes, his beautiful body, and the way we’re both coming closer to the edge. I can feel it from the way he moves and hear it from his sexy groans that he’s about to come.
“Fuck, I want you to come, Sam,” he murmurs, his tongue darting out to lick my lips.
“Yes, oh, yes, I’m so close,” I say.
“Do it. Come for me, Sam.”
I don’t need to think twice, my body does all the work. His thrusts push me over the edge and into another delirious orgasm. My body falls apart underneath him, my muscles tightening around his thickness. He pulsates inside me, a loud moan escaping his mouth, and then he fills me with his warmth. Three more thrusts and he’s thrust all his energy and cum into me.
He plants a deep kiss on my mouth, cupping my face with his hand, one that has my head spinning and leaves me wanting more when he stops. He briefly gazes at me with sultry half-mast eyes, and then leans back to take off the condom and chuck it in the trash. Then he drops down next to me and undoes the belt and tie around my wrists. When I’m free, I rub my wrists, but he takes me into his arms and presses me into his chest. His body is warm and comforting as I lay my head on his chest. He smells exotic and so good. God, I could sniff him up for hours. I love the way he feels, and even when we’re both naked, I don’t feel any shame for my body. I’m actually grinning.
Dammit. I’m really into him.
When I raise my head to ask him something, I notice his eyes are already closed. When he starts to snore, I realize it’s too late to talk about what just happened. I chuckle to myself. What an easy sleeper.
It doesn’t take long before I too fall into a deep sleep, huddled in his arms, listening to his steady heartbeat.
Chapter 16
I awake to the sound of zippers going up and down. I pat the bed with my hands, but there’s nothing next to me, and the bed is growing cold. My eyes are glued together, but when I open them, I notice Leo is no longer lying next to me. I should be surprised, but I’m actually more concerned with the fact that the sun is already out and I’m still in Leo’s bed. I slept with Leo fucking King last night.
Holy shit.
What have I done?
I sit up straight and see myself in the mirror standing in the corner. Immediately, I rake my fingers through my hair, trying to make myself look less of a mess. However, it’s no use because my make-up is all over the place. I hope he likes witches because I look like one right now.
As I gaze around the room, I notice Leo’s already dressed in his suit, up and running, packing his clothes. Confused, I frown.
When he looks up and sees me, he says, “Morning. I got the help to pack your bags for you.”
“What?” I mumble, yawning.
“Don’t worry, they’re trustworthy. I paid double for the room.”
A maid scurries in and out of the second bedroom, the one I’m supposed to be sleeping in.
Well, this is not how I pictured the morning after having sex with Leo fucking King.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
“We’re going.”
“What? Why?” I make a face. “I thought you still had business with your family.”
“No, we have to leave. Get dressed.” His monotone voice makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
“Excuse me?” I say.
“We’re leaving,” he says, eyeing me. “Why aren’t you out of bed yet?”
“Well, this is nice,” I scoff, sighing out loud. Frowning, I slam the blanket, watching him continue packing like nothing’s going on. And here I was, hoping that this liaison somehow meant that he’d still be here when I woke up, that he’d eat breakfast with me, that he … I don’t know … that he’d want more from me than just sex. God, I’m so stupid. I slap myself on the head.
“How could I not see this coming …” I mumble to myself.
“What?” he asks.
“Nothing,” I mutter.
I sh
ouldn’t be disappointed because I could’ve seen this coming if I had only kept my brain in the game. But, of course, I had to let myself get carried away. Why on earth did I let him fuck me? I should’ve realized it was never more than just a fuck to him.
Throwing the blanket off me, I quickly grasp my clothes and put them on before he turns around and sees me naked. Like hell I’d let him enjoy that again.
When I’m done, the packing is finished, even without my help. Leo hurries out the door and says, “Are you coming?”
I don’t get what all the fuss is about, but he sure is in a hurry. “Why do you want to get out of here so quickly? Bad memories?” I jest.
He makes a face. “Huh?”
“Never mind …” I say. He clearly doesn’t get it. Well, we’ll talk about this on our way home all right.
Along with all the luggage, a thundering cloud of silence hovers over us when we get into the elevator. Awkward doesn’t even begin to describe this, and I’m so glad when the doors open. When we walk into the lobby, a woman standing near the entrance smiles at Leo.
“Oh, Leo! Did I make it in time?”
She’s long and thin, with curly blond hair, wearing a tight red dress and matching high heels with black soles. I recognize that brand, and it’s nothing cheap.
“Oh, no …” Leo drops the suitcases, the look on his face going from resolute to pure misery in a snap of a finger.
The woman walks toward us, having only eyes for Leo as she gets up close and gives him a kiss on the cheeks. “Leo, hun, how are you?”
“I was fine without your interference.”
“Tsk, such attitude.” She winks at him, which makes me wince in disgust. “So, where’s the party?”
“You’re too late, Marilyn,” Leo says.
Party? So, she knows about the fake marriage, too? Or am I missing something?
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