“She already tried everything,” I snap. “She did the treatments, lost her hair, lost her will to--” My voice breaks and I sit down, body trembling. “She lost her will to live,” I say more quietly. “She was only fighting anymore because of me. If it was up to her, she would’ve just given up. She was going through all that torture because she thought I couldn’t handle losing her. And I couldn’t.”
He reaches to put his hand on my shoulder but I slap it away.
“Don’t,” I say warningly. “Don’t touch me. Not right now.”
I almost expect him to yell at me now, to push me down and turn all this frustration into something sexual. No, that’s exactly what I expect. Everything I’ve seen so far from Leo tells me he’s a man of primal urges and desires. Maybe there’s some kindness beneath it all, but in the end he’s just after me for the sex. He wants to take me like some prize so he can own me all by himself. So why would he care how upset I am right now? Why would it mean anything to him except another kinky fucking way to get me on my back and spread my legs?
But he doesn’t yell. He just steps closer again, wrapping me in his arms. I try to push him back again but he’s too strong, and before I can do anything about it, he’s hugging me. He’s hugging me tightly to his powerful body, not saying anything, not making a sound. His broad hands press me into him. I can hear the pace of his heart through his chest as it pumps steadily and powerfully. I feel the slow rise and fall of his breaths, deep and calm. I close my eyes, holding onto him even as I want to push him away, like a rock in a storm I’ve washed up into--It may be hard and jagged. Holding on will almost certainly make my fingers feel so raw I’ll need to let go, but it’s the only thing protecting me from the fury of the storm, so I hold tighter.
My stiff body relaxes piece by piece, until I’ve melted into him, until it suddenly doesn’t feel so hard to hold on but it instead feels like he’s the one holding me up and keeping me safe.
“I don’t want her to think she needs to suffer for me again,” I say “I can’t. But what kind of daughter would I be if I told her not to try?”
“I should’ve asked you,” he says simply. “But we can’t let her die without trying, not until she has tried every last option. Dr. Fairchild is the best in the industry. He can find a way to help her, and he might be able to do it without chemo. We won’t know until we try.”
Tears slide down my nose and patter against his chest. He said “we” can’t let her die without trying. Ever since mom and I lost dad, it has always felt like I was alone in taking care of her. It has been so lonely. So fucking lonely. You don’t win medals for taking care of your family. No one pats you on the back. It’s just what you’re supposed to do, no matter how hard it is. If I wasn’t doing it alone all this time, maybe it wouldn’t have been so hard. But Leo wants to help me shoulder that weight, doesn’t he?
I don’t think he had a right to try to have my mom treated without asking me, but as my initial anger is fading, I can see how sweet it was of him to try.
“You have a sweet side, don’t you?” I ask into his chest.
He laughs like a low rumble of rocks moving against one another. “No. Never.”
I grin. “My sweet stranger,” I say, looking up into his eyes.
“I don’t want you to think of me as a stranger,” he says. The way he threads his hands behind my neck and locks his gaze on mine gives me chills. “I want to be your dom. Your master. But first, before all that I want to just be your Leo. And I can’t do any of that if you think I’m a stranger.”
“Can you blame me, considering we’ve spent, I don’t know, like ten hours together?”
He gives a grudging nod. “Ten hours, ten days, ten years. What difference does it really make if you feel it’s right in here?” He touches a hand to my chest, where I can feel my heart pounding against his palm. “You feel it. I know you do.”
“I don’t know what I feel. It’s not supposed to work like this, though,” I say with a small laugh. “You’re supposed to take me on dates and I’m supposed to have time to talk about every little detail with my girlfriends. Normal dates,” I add, “You know, where we talk over dinner and take turns embarrassing ourselves with awkward small-talk. There are supposed to be ups and downs and all the little moments that come in between. We’re supposed to have fights and inside jokes and all these memories. People don’t just snap together like two magnets like you’re saying.”
“No?” he asks with a grin. “Then why are you having to try so hard to convince yourself you don’t want this?”
I open my mouth to tell him he’s wrong, but the words stop in my throat. He’s right. I hate that he’s right, but he is. “Shut up,” I say with a half-grin.
He pushes me down so that I hit the bench with a soft thud. Leo climbs over me slowly until he’s on top of me on the bench, arms on either side of my head. “You have no idea how much I want to do to you right now, pet. But there’s something more important than what I want to do to you.”
“What is it?” I ask.
“What you need. Right now, you don’t need a paddle to the ass or a collar. You don’t even need fucking ropes around your wrists. You need trust. So we’re going to play another game.”
My breath catches when I see him pull a blindfold from beneath the bench. He carefully fastens it around my eyes, and the way he tucks a stray hair behind my ear to keep it from tickling my face might just be the smallest, but most heart meltingly sweet gesture I’ve ever experienced.
“Here’s how this works,” he says once I’m in total darkness, lying on my back and still fully clothed. “You tell me what you want me to do to you, and I’ll do it. No questions asked. No judgment. You need to learn that you can trust me completely.”
It’s a long time before I speak, and I’m surprised by how patient he is, but my mind is practically racing with doubts and fear. I’m still grappling with the fact that I’m here doing something so dirty and so completely for my own pleasure, something so reckless.
“Take off your pants,” I say. Just uttering the words sets my pulse racing again. And when I hear the jingle of his belt and the rustle of fabric as his pants slip from his legs and fall to the ground, it feels like my heart might burst out of my chest. I reach out toward the source of the sounds and my fingertips meet hard, warm skin. I swallow hard and run my fingers down and over a round muscle with sharp edges until I find an elastic waistband.
“Hey,” I say. “You’re still wearing your boxers.”
He says nothing, and I realize with an annoyed, but amused grin, that he’s probably not going to talk unless I specifically tell him to, either. Fine. If he wants to play stubborn, so can I. I’m not going to let him talk as long as I have the control, and we’ll see how he likes that.
“Boxers, off,” I say.
There’s another rustle of clothes hitting the floor. I know he’s naked now. Completely naked and just inches away where I could touch him if I reached out. I wonder if he’s hard, too.
A deliciously dirty thought comes to my mind and I can’t help grinning as I think of it. “I want you to jack off while you look at me. Oh, and no touching me,” I add. I’m having too much fun with this, but I can’t help it.
He says nothing, but the few seconds of delay before I hear the sound of his palm against his cock tells me I’ve surprised him. A lot.
I bite my lip to think a man like Leo is standing over me right now while he pleasures himself to the sight of me. My hand slides down my side and to my thigh without me realizing. I’ve started to let my hand creep up my own leg, taking my dress with me before I remember he can see me, too. But the sound of his breathing got louder and faster when my hand was moving toward my pussy, and the idea of turning him on by touching myself has already nestled itself firmly in my mind.
I lick my lips as slowly as I move my fingers across my panties, which are already soaked. Even the slight touch of my fingers is like a shockwave. Being in this place with Leo, even wi
th the distraction of what happened with my mom’s phone call, has my body on overdrive. Every nerve screams out for attention and friction, especially if that attention comes from Leo, but I’m enjoying teasing him too much right now to stop.
I start to rub myself in a circular motion, not waiting long before I plunge my fingers inside my panties. I can hear the pace of Leo’s hand on his cock getting faster and harder. I’m sure he’s hoping I won’t make him cum before he gets a chance to fuck me, but I absolutely love that he’s so turned on he can barely stop himself.
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I grip my cock, working my hand up and down my length while I watch her delicate fingers plunge deeper inside her wet panties. With every movement of her fingertips she teases me to the absolute brink of my self-control. Her mouth opens sensually and she bites down on her full bottom lip, letting it linger before it pops back out flushed and begging to be kissed. Her nipples are hardened to points so they press straight through the fabric of her dress.
I want so badly to plunge my cock into her or bury my face between her legs, but I meant what I said about trust. She needs to know that she can trust me. If I have to sacrifice a little suffering for her to learn that, I can handle it. I want her to be the perfect pet for me, and there’s no way that is going to happen unless she trusts me a hundred percent.
The only problem is if she doesn’t tell me to stop jacking off soon, I’m going to cum all over her, and I need to get my hands on her and my cock inside her before that happens. Goddamn, I need it so bad.
I want to say something, to tease her or tell her how sexy she looks right now writhing blindly for me, working her pussy so good I can hear the sexy squelching sound of her fingers moving where I want mine to be. But she hasn’t told me to speak, so I stay silent, struggling against all hope to avoid cumming even though the sight of her is enough to drive me over the edge by itself.
I slow my pace just enough that I might be able to hold my orgasm back, and it’s all I can do not to close my eyes, but I refuse to be undone so easily. I use the oldest trick in the book and think about old-school, black and white baseball, complete with the most stereotypical old-school announcers I can imagine. Even the old classic that got me out of more unwanted hard-ons than I can count back in my middle and high school days isn’t working, though. I can’t take my mind from her curves and the way she’s completely absorbed in what she’s doing, so fucking lost in the moment I don’t even know if she remembers I’m here.
The base of my cock twitches and I nearly cum right there. I have to say something. I have to fucking tell her to let me stop or--
“Suck my toes,” she says with a mischievous curve of her lips.
I raise my eyebrows. There are so many things I wish I could say right now, chief of which is where the hell did that come from? Last I checked, the woman I blindfolded was a shy, reserved momma’s girl who would be scandalized by even the slightest hint of kink. And now she’s asking me to suck her toes?
Granted, none of the million things I could say would be a complaint. While I’ve never had any particular fascination with feet, the idea that she wants me to suck her toes turns me on like I wouldn’t believe. I move beside her, dragging a deliberate finger down from her shoulder, across her breast where I pass just beside her hardened nipple, down the soft flesh of her breast and across the smooth curves of her belly. I pass over the ridge of bone by her pelvis and even push the limits of my instructions by letting my finger trace over the sensitive skin of her mound before changing course to travel down her leg. Once I reach her ankle, I bring my other hand to grip the base of her foot and kneel until her toes are level with my mouth. I slip off her shoe and set to work, swirling my tongue around her toes and kissing them until it feels like I’m worshipping them--hell, maybe I am.
She sucks in a sharp breath and her hands roam her body, giving special attention to her breasts and nipples. She’s enjoying it, probably more than she expected. My dirty little pet...
“I didn’t think you’d actually do it,” she gasps.
I frown in mild annoyance. Is that what this is? She’s testing me to see how much I’ll degrade myself? I should be pissed, and I do feel a sort of heat rising up in my chest that threatens to wrestle control from me, but I push it down. I said this was about trust. If she needs to see how far I’ll go to prove she can trust me, then I’ll go to the ends of the fucking Earth. Or her toes.
There’s a long pause before she speaks again. From the way she’s chewing her lip, I can tell she’s debating what to do, whether she wants to make me do something even more ridiculous or whether she wants to finally admit she wants this as badly as I do.
“I want you to take control,” she says. “I told you I would try being your submissive the other night. Now I want to try being your pet. Just for a night.”
Her words ignite me. My heart is pounding and my cock feels so hard I can barely stand it. “You remember the safe words?” I ask, yanking the blindfold free from her eyes.
“Yes,” she breathes.
Something deep inside me stirs at her words. Energy roars through my body until I feel like I have to clench my teeth and tense my muscles to keep from bursting. I reach out for the neckline of her dress and pull, dragging a strip of fabric as wide as my fist all the way down to the hem of her dress where it snaps free. She watches me with wide eyes as I strip the remnants of the dress from her as quickly as I can. I rip the straps of her bra free and toss it to the side before yanking her panties off in a single tug. The whole process takes less than ten seconds, but I’m sucking in heavy breaths when I’m done.
“Holy shit,” she gasps.
I know exactly how I want to fuck her. I gave her a taste of control to prove she could trust me, but now it’s time I remind her who her fucking Master is.
“Up,” I say sternly.
She stands, giving me a full view of her naked body, and what a goddamn beautiful view it is. Her belly is still flat, but I know my child is growing inside it. I’m still in awe of that, that my perfect little pet is going to give me a baby, that I’ve so thoroughly claimed her as mine, even if she doesn’t understand the breadth of it yet. I take a moment to enjoy it before ordering her to the corner of the room, where a series of silk ropes are fastened to the floor and ceiling. She’s trying not to look scared, but I see her eyes wandering up and down, piecing together what’s about to happen.
I begin the process of binding her. One rope to each leg, tight enough to keep her in place, but not so tight as to cut off the blood flow or leave a mark. I tie a rope around her hips, but leave her ass free. I tie her arms to the ceiling and sling an extra set of ropes around her shoulders once her arms are raised overhead to keep them even more immobile.
When I’m done, the only thing she can move freely is her head. Her body is forced into an “X” shape by the ropes, which gives me complete and total access to her in any way I could possibly want.
“You’re mine, pet,” I say.
She seems to know better than to speak, now. Her eyes follow me as I prowl around her, letting my mind wander over the ways I can take her and punish her, letting her feed her own lust by watching my naked body.
“The only way you get out of those ropes is if I untie them. The only way you can move is if I let you. You’re powerless. I’m going to fuck you as hard as I want, and the only thing you can do is let me. Do you understand?”
I move forward when she doesn’t answer right away, gripping her chin carefully so I don’t hurt her, but hard enough to make her feel the complete loss of control she wanted. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she says quickly. Fear registers in her eyes, and while fear has its place, it’s not a tool I want to use, not this early.
“Yes, sir,” I prompt.
“Yes, sir,” she says.
“Good.” I stroke her cheek now and kiss her tenderly while I spear my hands through her hair. “You’ve pleased me very much, my pet. You didn’
t fight me while I prepared you the way I wanted you. And you’re learning quickly. You’ve earned a reward.”
I see a hint of confusion pass over her face, but her greed for my touch overcomes any questions she may have, so she nods obediently.
I tug on the end of the rope tied to her waist, pulling the slack out of where it attaches to the ceiling. Her hips and ass are pulled toward me while her arms are stretched above and her head and forward, like she’s bowing down for me. I move behind her so I can fully appreciate the way her ass is presented for me. I can see her arousal glistening on the lips of her pussy and the perfectly tight ring of her asshole.
“There are so many things I want to do to you, pet,” I say as I step behind her and grip her waist. My hard cock brushes the slick lips of her pussy as I move closer, and even the quick sensation weakens my knees. This fucking woman is going to be the end of me. I grin. It’s going to be a fantastic ending, though. “But right now, I just want to fuck you and fill that tight pussy with my cum.”
Her body shivers as I guide myself inside her. It was barely two days ago when I last felt the bliss of her tight warmth around my cock, but it already feels like I’ve been missing this my whole life. “Fuck,” I groan.
She lets out a sound somewhere between a moan and a breath, and it might just be the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. Every time I ease my cock in a little deeper, it’s like I’m pushing the breath out of her, but a hint of the enjoyment she’s trying to keep quiet escapes with it.
“You want to cum, pet?”
“Not yet,” she breathes.
I arch an eyebrow. “It was a rhetorical question.” I reach my hand around so that I can rub her clit as I rapidly increase my pace and work my hips with every thrust so the head of my cock hits her walls just right. I lean forward enough to take part of her shoulder in my mouth and bite down, just hard enough to let her feel the confusing sting of pain mingle with the mounting pleasure between her legs.
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