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Chapter 5

 

 

Leo pulls me into my own bedroom and closes the door, locking it behind him. I swallow, seeing him tower above me.

“Lie down,” he says, pointing at my bed.

I do as he says, sliding onto the bed while he takes off his shirt. My eyes are glued to his delicious body, his ripped muscles tightening with every pull. I love watching him get naked, especially with that dirty grin on his face.

With a confident stride, he walks to my closet and opens a drawer. “So, tell me where you hide that lovely pink dildo.”

I part my lips, but nothing comes out. My cheeks heat up like a lightbulb, and I’m sure he finds it amusing to watch me flush. I point at the bottom one. “That one.”

He slides it open, rummages through my underwear until he finds it and holds it up to inspect it.

“Peculiar thing. So this is the one you used when you sent me those pics?” he asks.

“Yes, but it’s not the only one I have.”

“What else?”

“The bullet …” I clear my throat because somehow I feel kind of exposed with him going through my underwear and pulling out my dildos. It’s weird, to say the least.

“Oh …
that
thing.” He glances at me over his shoulder. “You know, there are better ones out there.”

“Oh, and how would you know?” I retort.

“Tsk, Princess. Language, please.” He flicks his finger. “Just because we’re talking, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t call me what you always call me.”

“Sorry … Sir.”

He smiles. “And about your question, yes, I do know because I test them regularly.”

“Test? On who?” I ask. “And why?”

He cocks his head. “For the magazine, of course.” He bends my dildo with his thumb and index finger as if he’s testing the material. “Being a CEO of a woman’s magazine means knowing what your readers want. What they need. I can only learn by trying things out myself.” His lips curl up into a smile. “But don’t worry, Princess. I won’t be using them on anyone but you from now on. We’ll have plenty of testing time … and playtime.”

I laugh. “I don’t know whether to be scared or excited.”

“Both.” He grins. “Are these the only two you have?”

“Yes,” I say. “Is that bad?”

“No, it just means I’ll have plenty of toys to buy for you.” He smirks. “Don’t want my Princess to run out of things to pleasure herself with, especially not when I’m watching.”

I bite my lip, suppressing a giggle. I can’t help but think about the conversations on the app. It’s still a bit surreal.

He walks toward me and says, “Spread your legs, Princess.”

He places the dildo between my tied hands and turns on the buzzer. Then he grabs a pillow from my bed and tucks it underneath my head. He walks back to a chair near my door and sits down, his legs wide open, his half-erect cock dangling between. While his left hand lies on the armrest, his right hand starts to stroke himself.

“Pleasure yourself, Princess. Think about how I licked your pussy, how I filled you up with my cum. Show me how much you liked it. I want you wet and moaning out loud, Princess,” he says.

I move my hands to my pussy and slide the dildo up and down. It’s hard to do with bound hands, but it adds to the intensity of this game. The pillow allows me to watch him as he pets his hard-on, biting his lip. The look in his eyes is ravenous, almost animalistic. It makes my pussy flutter with need, seeing him want me that much.

“I see your red cheeks, Princess,” he suddenly says. “You’re blushing. Why?”

“Well, it’s pretty obvious.”

“Then it should also be pretty obvious to you that you shouldn’t have to.”

I swallow away my nerves.

“Enjoy what you’re doing,” he says. “Have fun, that’s all that matters.”

“But I feel exposed. And you’re …” I look at his cock, which looks so yummy, but it feels so wrong to have him watch me like this, knowing that he’s my boss. Oh, Lord.

“Stop thinking. Turn your brain off. I want you to focus on the here and now. You and me.
My
pussy and my cock.”

“Yours?” I repeat.

“Yes because that pussy is mine now,” he says with a smirk. “And I will do everything in my power to please it every day from now on.” He sinks back into the chair and starts jerking himself with no inhibition. I love it. I love how carefree he is. How much he’s into me. I love how he says ‘every day’ as if this will be the norm. As if he doesn’t intend to ever want someone else again.

I’d like that. It makes me want to please him more and forget about our misunderstandings. Forget about everything we said and did, and focus on the fact that he’s sitting right in front of me, watching me play with myself and enjoying every second of it.

With the dildo, I spread my slickness everywhere and moan when I touch my own clit. The cum that’s still inside my pussy acts like a great lubricant, and I love how this feels with him watching me the way he is. The buzzer is amazing, although I do wonder now what else he knows about these things. Who knows, I might be missing out on something amazing. Somehow, my mind can’t stop wondering what it would be like to do this with a different one each day, and him watching me each and every time. It’s different from the app. No pictures but a live performance instead. It’s exhilarating, to say the least, and I’m getting horny so quickly that I can’t help but utter his name.

“Oh, Leo … this feels so good,” I mumble.

“I know, Princess. Give that pussy the attention it deserves. I want to watch you come,” he says with a gruff voice.

Chills run through my body as he caresses his cock while watching me pleasure myself. It’s thrilling, the way our eyes and bodies seem to connect on an almost ethereal level. I feel lost in him, his eyes, his presence. It’s all that I need right now, all that I can think of. Nothing else matters but us.

His cock is growing harder again, and the sight of it makes my mouth water. I part my lips as another moan slips out, caused by the buzzing against my clit. With his eyes boring into me, I’m skyrocketing to the next orgasm.

“Oh, dear God … I think I’m going to come again,” I whisper.

He jerks off his now fully erect cock even quicker when I say that. “Ask me nicely and I’ll allow it.”

“Please, Sir, can I come?” I moan, flicking the dildo like crazy.

Blood pumps through his veins, making his cock bounce up and down in his hand, and it makes me want to receive what he has to give. Anywhere, anything. My mouth, my pussy, even my ass. Nothing is off-limits to him. He’s turned me into a submissive goddess, which isn’t something a lot of men can do. I’m drunk on his control, and I need more of it. I want it all.

“Yes. Come for me. Do it now and look at me, Princess. Look me in the eyes while you fall apart.”

My eyes zoom in on his like a hawk, and then I come apart at the seam. My breathing stops, a loud moan escapes from my mouth, and my thighs squeeze together from the delicious orgasm.

“Keep those legs wide open, Princess. I want to see it all,” he growls.

The way he strokes his cock makes my orgasm more intense as I watch him, pure lust coursing through my body. He groans with me as I twist the dildo against my clit, desperate to feel more. The pressure of the belt strains my wrists, but I won’t stop. It feels too good to ever stop.

“Good girl,” he says.

Panting, I drop the dildo to the floor, unable to hold onto it any longer. Leo stands up and walks toward me, his cock bouncing up and down as he stands in front of the bed.

“On your knees,” he says with a smooth but authoritative voice.

I suck in a breath as I sink off the bed and to my knees.

Chapter 6

 

 

He grabs his cock and pushes it down while his other hand tips my head forward. He brings my face to his hard-on, and I open my mouth automatically. He doesn’t have to ask. I know what he wants, and I want to give it to him so badly.

As his length slides onto my tongue, I close my eyes and enjoy his fingers clenching around my chin. He hisses and licks his lips. “So willing.”

“I can do this all day,” I say.

“I bet you could,” he muses. “My Princess should love my cock as much as she loves to come.”

“I do,” I say, but then he plunges into my mouth and silences me.

“Shh … don’t talk. Let your tongue do all the work.” His hand moves to caress my cheek while I swivel my tongue back and forth across his length. “Good girl. Spoil me. Make it nice and wet.”

I suck and lick as hard as I can, wanting to taste his delicious cum. I can’t hide the fact that I adore this; that I love to be wanted. It’s a sort of power rush that I crave.

“I remember you saying you loved my cum,” he groans. “Show me how much you want it.”

I take him deeper with every stroke, my hands dangling between my legs while I give him head. He seems to revel in the fact that I love tasting him because he cups my face with both his hands and thrusts in and out, each time quicker than before. His cock pulses in my mouths, my saliva coating his length, making it easier for him to slide down my throat.

“Do you know how horny that made me? Watching you tease yourself on the bed?” he growls. “Horny enough to make me want to come all over you.”

The salty taste gets me going, my pussy thumping again. I love how he feels against the back of my throat, releasing all his need in my mouth as if he wants to claim it as his own. No-holds-barred, he’s fucking my face, and I love it. Even if I wanted to, there’s no way to stop him. My hands are tied and his body is so close I can smell the lust dripping from his skin.

He groans. “Hmm … those lips, Princess. I just want to cover them with my cum. Would you like that, Princess?”

I nod while he gives me some air to breathe before plunging back in again.

“Fuck, you’re making me wanna come down your throat,” he growls.

“Hmhm,” I mumble. When he takes his cock out, I say, “Do it.”

He tilts his head, his hard-on bouncing against my lips. “Remember the rules, Princess.”

“Do it, Sir?” I repeat, biting my lip.

He smirks. “Cheeky girl. Biting your lip won’t make me go easy on you. It only makes me want to fuck you rougher.” He bends over to look me in the eyes. “I like it when you play hard.”

“I know, Sir.”

“Hmm …” He smiles. “Keep that tongue wrapped around my dick. I’ll give you my cum if you can ask nicely. Now open up.”

I part my lips and in he goes again. My pussy is soaking wet, and I can feel it running down my thighs as he fucks my mouth. God, I’ve never been this horny in my entire life, and I’ve never loved sex as much as I do now. This man knows how to push my buttons, the good way.

When his dick leaves my mouth for a second, so I can breathe, I say, “Please, give me your cum, Sir.”

“Oh, you want it that badly, huh?” he says. “Even sacrificing a bit of air for it.”

He plunges back in again, thrusting with everything he has. My back is strained against the bed, and he holds onto my head like he wants to go even deeper. I can feel him push himself to the limit, his cock pulsing inside my mouth.

“Please, give it to me,” I say, heaving as he comes out again. “I want to taste you, Sir.”

“Fuck, I’m going to come inside your mouth, Princess,” he growls, and then he pushes in so far, I feel him explode on the back of my tongue. Cum squirts into the back of my throat, streaming down, and I swallow it all, the taste amazing. He comes and comes, and it seems like there’s no end to it. It fills my mouth to the point of it overflowing my lips and dripping onto my chin. After a few seconds, he takes his flaccid cock out, panting heavily.

“Fuck, that felt good,” he murmurs, wiping the tip. He brings his finger toward my mouth and circles around my lips, pushing all of his juices into my mouth. “Don’t let a drop spill on the floor.”

“I won’t, Sir,” I say. “I love it.” And I do. I love every taste of him I can get, even though I sometimes despise his personality. It’s a sort of love-hate relationship—difficult to define, easy to accept.

“Hmm …” He grabs my cheeks and caresses them softly. “I know you do, which is one of the many reasons I adore you.”

His words have me smiling a bit, feeling good about myself and what we just did. He doesn’t feel ashamed of loving my dirty side, so neither should I.

He grabs my hand and helps me up from the floor. Then he slowly unties the belt around my wrists. “These must feel sore,” he says, rubbing my hands. “Do you have any hand cream stored somewhere?”

“Yeah, in the cabinet,” I say, pointing to the other drawer.

He goes and gets it and smears some of the white stuff on his hands before gently rubbing it into mine. The way he holds my hands, so carefully and full of love, takes my breath away. It feels so good to have his hands warm up mine, for him to massage the cream into my hand with delicateness. He’s putting the utmost care into doing it as perfect as possible. I’m a bit flabbergasted. He really cares; something I did
not
expect from Leo fucking King.

We’re standing naked in my room, he’s rubbing my hands, and all I can think of is that I don’t want him to stop. Ever.

When he’s finished, he places the pot on the cabinet and focuses his attention on me. He grabs my hands and rests his forehead against mine. “Come lie down with me.”

We step backward until we both tumble onto the bed, and I let out a big sigh. “Wow …”

“Hmm … indeed,” he says.

I laugh. “So … what now,
Sir
?”

He turns his head to look at me. “Playtime is over,” he quips. “For now.” The foreshadowing in his voice makes me giggle as I turn to him.

“So no more Sir.”

“Well, you can say it if you like. I like the way it sounds, especially coming from your mouth.”

“As opposed to coming out of some other girl’s mouth,” I jest.

“No, as opposed to the app,” he retorts, rolling his eyes. “Stop thinking there are other girls in my life. There aren’t. I have enough on my plate with you.”

“Hey!” I punch his arm.

“I meant it as in ‘you are too good for me,’” he adds, grabbing my arms.

“Of course you did,” I say, narrowing my eyes. “Liar.”

“I told you, I like how difficult you are.” He winks. “That makes it more fun.”

“I don’t know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult.”

“Pick the first, that puts me in a better light,” he says, smiling with that cute smile I can’t resist. Goddammit.

I poke him, he pokes me back, and then it’s a game of poking and laughing. I don’t know when it ends, except I feel happy. That’s all that matters.

When the laughing subsides, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me close to him.

“I love this,” he says.

“What?”

“You. Me. This. Us. Whatever it is.”

“Yeah …”

“You think so, too?” He narrows his eyes, which are sparkling with curiosity.

“Uhm .. I don’t know?”

“You don’t know if you like me?” He laughs. “Well, that’s kind of late to find out now after we had sex.”

I shake my head, chuckling. “No, you know I don’t mean it like that.”

“Well, you’d better decide fast.”

“Why?” I frown.

“Because I’m not letting you off the hook if you’re not clear enough. I don’t do vaguely.”

“Dude, you’re always vague.”

“I know, that’s my thing, don’t steal it,” he jests. “One of us is enough.”

I roll my eyes at him. “You’re such an asshat.”

“I know, and that’s why I also know you
do
like me. You’re just afraid to say it. That’s okay, I’ll wait.”

I sigh, not knowing how to respond. He nuzzles my neck, leaving kisses everywhere, making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

I like him. I just don’t like how he treated me. How he lied to me. But maybe that could all change. At least, he said it would. Can I trust him with my heart? I don’t even know if I trust myself with my own heart. Last time I gave it away, it was crushed, and I was left to pick up the pieces by myself. I don’t want to go through that again.

Oh Lord, what am I going to do with myself?

“Hmmm … I spoiled that pussy of mine well,” he murmurs against my skin. “You can thank me again later.”

“I’m not the only one who got pleasured, if I recall correctly,” I retort.

“Such feistiness … I love that about you,” he says. “I love everything about you. Although that doesn’t mean we can’t be grateful for pleasing each other.”

“Oh, stop it,” I say, blushing.

He grabs my chin and makes me look at him. “I mean it. I like how you struggle. How you keep resisting me.”

“I don’t,” I say. “Look at us.” I laugh.

“Backtalk. See? You like to be naughty. You like to be fierce, and I like that about you. You aren’t easily persuaded to do something, especially not for me.”

“True.”

He leans in. “That’s exactly what I need. A girl who pushes back. You didn’t fall for me. You ran from me instead, but I managed to catch you anyway. It took a lot of effort, but that only makes it worthwhile.”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“I thought I enjoyed it when girls used to lay down at my feet, but it turns out I appreciate it much more when I meet someone who actually fights my advances, so that I have to work for it. I have to earn your love.”

“Love? Hold on, I never said anything—”

“You don’t have to say it. You and I both know you’re feeling it,” he says, lowering his eyes. “Stop denying it. You keep coming back to me, you keep letting me back into your life, even after lying to you, even after everything I did. You still want me. Don’t think I didn’t notice … you can’t resist me.” The smug look on his face makes me want to slap him.

“If you’d only admit it, this would be even more fun. We could do this on a daily basis or even hourly …” He muffles a laugh. “I know you want to. I can see it in your eyes. You’ve always hated me because you couldn’t stand how much you fantasized about this. You loathe being dependent, being vulnerable.” He grabs my hands. “But I won’t hurt you. I promise. At least, not your heart and mind. I can’t promise anything about your ass.”

That comment makes me giggle.

“Being submissive means giving everything to your partner, and I want you to give everything to me so I can give you everything in return. Think you can do that for me? Can you trust me with your heart?” he asks.

I swallow away the nerves. “It’s going to take some work. Some adjusting,” I mumble.

He smiles at me. “I’ll do it all. Nothing will stop me from having you, Sam. Even if it means working my ass off. Or yours,” he says, chuckling. “In the end, working hard to gain your love only makes it that much more valuable. Something to cherish.”

Oh, my God. What am I supposed to say to that? Nothing I say will even remotely come close to how sweet that was, so I opt for not saying anything at all. Instead, I wrap my arms around his body and hug him tight. He doesn’t know how much it means to me to hear those words. To have someone fight for you instead of just walk away. He wants me, nobody else, and he’ll fight to have my love. There’s nothing more romantic than that; nothing that can make me feel as good as he just did.

Not even rum-filled chocolate. There, I said it.

And make no mistake, chocolate means the world to me. I mean, if it ceased to exist, I would jump off a cliff so I could go to heaven where there is plenty of that shit.

However, I couldn’t even do without Leo.

Not in this world, or the next.

Leo is my chocolate now. My chocolate-eyed, chocolate-hearted, Doritos-loving, bossy asshole.

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