12. Take It All

Leonie

Dom counted down, slamming the door behind him. It rocked the whole house, including my ribcage and beating heart.

I’d thrown the phone dramatically before hanging up as part of my tactic. Then I ran along the landing before going straight back into his room. Which was immaculate.

Under the bed was not an option. He would look there straight away. So I jumped onto the drawers in his wardrobe and hid behind his hanging clothes, in amongst his shoes. I tried to control my breathing, though I trembled in suspense. Everything he’d said was true. I wanted to be prey, if he was the predator. I wanted him to consume me.

And, if I wasn’t going to fall in love with him, this was exactly what I needed. Not the lovey-dovey slow revealing of our bodies, soft tentative pecks, whispers of adoration.

No, I needed savagery.

“Ready or not, little lion, here I come.”

My stomach spasmed in excitement as I held my breath, holding my knees to my chest. If only I hadn’t been such a polite house guest when Mia let me in and I had kept my shoes on. They might have blended in with the shoes I was in amongst. My white trainer socks could give me away. I slotted my feet into his shiny leather loafers as a disguise and I silently shook with laughter at the space left over. If shoe size was anything to go by, I might be in for a very momentarily-painful, great time.

Damn, I needed him to find me.

He had to be climbing the stairs two at a time with how quickly he made it, loudly jumping as he made it to the top step. “Come on out, little lion, and there won’t be a punishment.”

Ugh, a punishment. It was enough being surrounded by his clothes, the smell of bergamot and pine nearly had me in a chokehold. I was dizzy with anticipation.

The soft sound of the carpet being scraped by the bottom of the door was his greeting as he stepped into his room, as quiet as a mouse. I couldn’t bring myself to peek through his clothes to see him, but I heard him hesitating at certain points in the room, heard the creak of the bed frame as he must have leaned against it to check underneath. The clothes around me shook as he ran his hand across the bottom of the garments, so close to me that if he pushed an inch forward, he could grasp my knee and haul me out of here, throwing me straight on the bed in the same motion.

Just reach out, Dom.

But he didn’t. He sauntered out of the room and when I heard another door open, I flew into action, opening a gap between his clothes like a pair of curtains and throwing off his shoes. They landed quietly on his bed as I lowered myself down to the carpet, listening carefully to his taunts as I made my way to the open door on tiptoes.

“Leonie, Leonie, where are you?”

If he was so bad at this game, maybe he didn’t deserve to catch me.

At the exit, I looked left and right down the landing, ready to rush to the stairs. No sign of him.

But two steps out of the room, a throat cleared to my left. And there he was. Standing against a doorway, arms folded, he looked me up and down. I was somewhat crouched as if I were in a spy film.

He pursed his lips. “Enjoying yourself?”

Eyes wide, I looked from him to the staircase and back.

“Run.”

And I did. Arms flailing, I shot for the steps, almost sliding down them. My socks were so smooth against each carpeted step.

He was hot on my heels. I ignored my shoes on the wood floor of the hallway. I’d just thrown the front door open when an arm hooked around my waist and pulled me back into the house. I hadn’t even put one foot on the porch.

The door slammed as he shoved me against the wall, holding my hands above my head. “Don’t want to get those cute little socks all dirty,” he muttered. “They looked so good in my shoes.”

Of course he’d seen me. I thought I was so clever.

“You caught me,” I mumbled as he dragged the tip of his nose up the column of my throat, his grip on me tight from above but somehow avoiding the fresh cuts.

“And what did we agree was my reward?” he asked, his breath causing the hairs on my nape to stand.

“You get to have me.”

Had we agreed on it? I couldn’t remember saying yes, couldn’t remember it being a question, more of an order.

He chuckled, deep and rich and it ran right through my body. “That I do.”

I glanced towards the door and wet my lips with my tongue. “Mia… she could come back.”

“Mm, you would like that, wouldn’t you?” he pondered, pressing his body into me. His hard frame belittled mine, moulding me to him. He wedged his knee between my legs and knocked them apart. Holding my wrists with just one hand, his free one glided down my arm, over my collarbone to my chin, forcing me to look back at him. “You’d like her to know that you are the one I want. The one I’ve wanted. That as much as she wants me, it’s nothing in comparison to the desire between us.”

“I hardly desire you,” I snapped.

“Oh?” He grinned and breathed a dark laugh onto my lips. “Tell me, when I pull off your knickers and slide my fingers across your pussy you won’t be slick with your need for me? You aren’t wet at the thought of my cock?”

I tried to swallow, but my mouth was so dry.

He grinned, knowing he had me there. “You just want to fuck anyone, not me?”

There was a danger in his voice, one I’d heard come from him a total of three times. That day at the bike sheds, to his father, and to me.

“I just need someone. It doesn’t matter that it’s you.”

“It doesn’t matter that it’s me,” he repeated, saying my words as if they fascinated him. “Oh, little lion, you’re so wrong. I am torn between making you come so many times you beg me to stop… or not letting you come at all. Either way, you’ll be crawling back.”

He stepped underneath me, and then I heard the fall of his trainers as he kicked them across the room. He couldn’t hold me like this for long, right? My arms were starting to ache, surely paling from the lack of blood circulating up to them.

“I won’t ever get on my knees for you,” I snapped. God, I would. But I was so ready for a punishment. To see what he was made of.

He moved back an inch to examine my expression, to see me baiting him and his grin grew back tenfold. “You won’t get on your knees, ay?”

With one hand, he whipped off his belt and pulled down his shorts and boxers on one side, then the other. I watched his every movement, eager to see more of him.

His erection sprung out and I swallowed. He was thick, so girthy I had to lick my lips. That would hurt. The old wives’ tale about the shoes had to be true.

“You’re licking your lips like you’ve seen something you want to taste,” he cooed and brushed my hair back. “So taste it.”

He forced me down, my knees making a loud hollow noise as they hit the wood floor.

I wasn’t a selfish lover, but I’d only enjoyed the sloppiness of sucking dick when I was drunk. Maybe in the last two years with Jared, I’d become a bit lazy. I knew what made him tick, what would make him throw me on the bed and finally screw me.

But with Dom…

My hands forced down the rest of his shorts and boxers until they pooled at his ankles. He didn’t bother to step out of them. I didn’t give him the option because I was lightly running the tips of my fingers up his length. At my touch, his cock twitched and a smile graced my face.

Somewhere deep, deep down, I was nervous. But I ignored it, maybe buying myself some time by teasing him as my touch glided down one of the protruding veins to his balls, where I cupped them gently.

“I said taste, not tease.”

If there was anything I was good at, though, it was teasing. Slowly, I wrapped my hand around him and shook my head when my little finger and thumb didn’t quite meet.

“You don’t look impressed,” he noted with a hint of anger as I moved my hand up and down.

“Quite the contrary,” I said and dipped my head to lick the head of his cock. “I’m petrified.”

“Mmm,” he moaned. “Take it all.”

Take it all?

Mad man. He’d clearly never sucked a dick in his life. Never deepthroated an ice lolly.

I bowed my head, taking him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the ridge as my fist continued to pump up and down. And then I did something I’d never had the guts to do before. But I wanted to. For him.

I looked up.

His mouth was parted slightly, his chest rising and falling with more power than usual but his eyes were full of a deep hunger.

I wanted him to swallow me whole.

Instead, I took more of him in my mouth, reaching around to hold those perky ass cheeks to keep my grip as I slid him down my throat. He was too fucking big, my jaw might actually unhinge. But I kept going, as far as I could and then on the next dip, I went further still, until I found a pace I was happy with and lost myself to the motion.

Lost myself to his grunts.

“Fuck, yes, baby.”

Baby.

I’d never heard him use a pet name on anyone other than when he sneered ‘Leonie Lion’. Let alone baby. I tried to think through all the times I’d seen him with Mia, but no, he’d only ever called her by her name.

Clearly, I let my pace slip with my thoughts and he wrapped my hair around his fist before thrusting into my mouth, faster than before.

My grip on him slipped to his thighs, mostly to keep myself upright.

He fucked my mouth with a vigour so hard that every thought evaporated. There was just the feel of him down my throat, the sound of my chokes and the tears spilling from my eyes.

Until he said, “I have every mind to come down your throat and give you nothing for the attitude you gave me.”

But his threat turned me on more. I needed to prove my worth, he had to want to fuck me.

My knees shuffled apart because my knickers were so damp they were cold against where I throbbed.

My eyes snapped up to him as his rhythm faltered and I worried he might make good on his threat. I needed something to take the edge off, so I lifted my top and bra — that he’d unclasped so long ago — and pulled and twisted my nipples. When our eyes met, his metre faltered again and his grip on my hair tightened.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” he challenged but there was no real threat in his raspy voice, too caught up in the sensation of my touch. “Fuck Leo, if your mouth is this good, I can’t wait to break in your pussy.”

The moan that hummed in my throat vibrated against his cock and he threw his head back as he grunted. With two more thrusts, he let go and pushed me off until I fell back on my palms.

“Stand.”

I followed his instruction the second he gave it. It was automatic.

“Take off everything,” he demanded as he whipped off his black top.

Dom had been shirtless in front of me a hundred times over, seeing as I’d known him since I was born. There were pictures of us as toddlers grinning in the bathtub.

As teenagers, we’d drive out to the cove and go swimming in the dark, smoking cigarettes we shouldn’t. At family barbecues, we’d bomb into the pool. At school, I’d seen him wiping sweat off his head with his football shirt as he ran across the field at the end of the game. He’d grin at me and Issy as we cheered him on. Somehow, in the ten years since, his physique had only improved. A feat I wouldn’t have thought possible at the time.

He was all muscle. Everywhere was lean muscle, the ripples of abs across his stomach so delicious, I wanted to lick them, run my fingers over the dips and grooves of his body. I wanted to trace the deep-V down to his cock, so defined like a damn Ken doll, and put his dick right back in my mouth.

The man should have been more specific. I needed more time to treasure this one moment of my life. Where I was going to get what I had wanted for years. What I had ached for.

So I pulled off one earring and then the other, leaving them on the radiator cover.

He groaned and pulled me to him by my waist. “You think you’re so clever.”

I gave a small little nod. False shyness. “Just making sure you know you’re not in charge.”

“I’m not?” he asked as he pulled my top over my head. He slipped the straps of my bra down and bent to suck on one of my nipples while his thumb ran circles in the other.

“Nope,” I breathed.

He released me with a loud popping sound, his hands making quick work of the button and zip of my jeans. “So what’s next?”

“You’re going to fuck me as you promised.”