gulped, feeling stupid for letting myself get in this position again. I sucked my lip, waiting for whatever he might do to me.
He reached inside a drawer and produced a blindfold that he slipped over my eyes. “Now, turn around. And lie over the bed.”
I did as he asked. He dragged me over the side of the bed, yanking my arms behind my back. He clamped handcuffs on my wrists and propped me up so that my behind was in the air. His hand moved slowly over the bare flesh of my ass, rubbing and gripping.
Without warning, he slapped my bottom. I cried out. “Quiet. Slut. You want this.” His hand flicked up my crease and over my swollen lips. My body shuttered. I did want it. My nipples tightened at the word slut, and my body gushed moisture, wetting his fingertips. I sucked in a breath and tried to obey him. I suddenly wanted to obey him, to surrender, to let him have me.
He slapped my ass again then slid his finger over my sex, just barely touching it. “Do you like that?” he demanded.
“Yes,” I moaned.
I wanted him to take me like this: handcuffed, prone, vulnerable. I wanted him to call me slut and make me his slut. I wanted to feel him humiliate me and dominate me, put me in my place. I’d never felt so turned on or so alive in my life, finally admitting it to myself.
As I opened to my own submissiveness, I realized how much I adored Leo for showing it to me. I didn’t just adore him. I worshiped him. I wanted to give him anything he asked for.
He slapped my ass repeatedly, flicking his fingers barely over my sex between slaps. I could barely hold back my moans, but he’d ordered me to be quiet, so I stayed quiet.
“Do you want me to put my fingers in your pussy?” he asked, flicking the entrance to my sex.
“Yes, sir. Please,” I moaned, pushing my ass back toward his fingers.
He grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me down on the bed as he slid his fingers inside my sopping, wet passage. I groaned. I couldn’t help it. The feeling of his fingers inside me almost made me come instantly. He gripped my neck more tightly, telling me to remain quiet and still.
I tried to comply as his fingers pumped in and out of me. I bit down on the blanket, my legs shaking as they held me up. I could feel my orgasm building, but it quickly erupted with such force, I couldn’t keep quiet.
“Oh God. Leo. Leo.”
My sex clenched on his fingers, as he continued to pump me holding me still with his other hand.
“Good girl. Come for me,” he cooed.
I squealed as the orgasm rocked my body. A cell phone rang. It wasn’t mine. Mine had been off since Addison had texted me. Leo’s fingers slid from my body and he left me standing over the bed, alone.
“Yes,” he said gruffly. “I’ll be right there.”
I could feel his hands on my wrists a moment later, unlocking the cuffs. I slid up to sit on the bed, pulling the blindfold from my face. As Leo yanked on his clothes, I tugged the blanket over my body. Were we done? I didn’t want to be done, I wanted more of him. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to take him with the full knowledge that it was what I wanted, what I chose.
“Where are you going?” I asked, feeling like a bored housewife.
“I have to go into the office. There’s an emergency.” He pulled on his suit jacket and all I could do was watch. He walked over to me and laid a gentle kiss on my forehead, cupping my cheek. I gazed up at him in surprise. His tenderness warmed my entire body. He smiled at me. And I saw deep and genuine care in his eyes for the first time.
“I’m sorry to leave you, Kira. Believe me, I would never do this if it weren’t a sincere emergency. I’ll have a car pick you up tomorrow night and bring you to my house. Go settle up with Clive for the last two days. Get that clunker of yours fixed and buy yourself some nice things.” He kissed me softly on the lips and turned to the door. “The car will take you home,” he said, before stepping out, and closing the