Chapter 12 - Leon

Drying my hands as I entered the bedroom, I heard the soft knocking. I wanted to lock the door but had to wash my hands first. I wanted to be alone and had hoped to isolate myself from Cindy.

"Go away, leave me be," I shouted from the bathroom door. I heard the bedroom door creak open. "Cindy, I said go away, please." My words had barely left my mouth when she stepped into the room and closed the door behind her.

I had just gotten out of the shower and was wearing a towel around my waist with nothing else. "Are you hard of hearing?" I huffed at her as I retreated into the bathroom. Staying away from her had become more difficult, but it was for her protection.

"Leon, where have you been? What happened?" she said.

I heard her voice coming closer and slammed the bathroom door. After jumping into a clean pair of jeans, I opened the door again. There she was, standing in front of it.

"Cindy," I breathed out, trying to calm down. "You're innocent and can't associate with us in this way. The less you know about our lives, the better."

She stood solidly with her hands on her hips as she spoke. "No, Leon, I want to know where you were and why you're so upset."

The way she stood before me, wearing the denim shorts I bought her and a silky satin top, almost made me crumble. I wanted her so badly that every inch of my body was aching. I knew that I couldn't, dared not, and I had to make her see.

"I'm not the man you think I am, Cindy. The things I have done…" I breathed in deeply as I took her by the shoulders. "God damn it, I torture people for a living; it's not the kind of life you want!" I heard my voice rising, and so did my anger.

I wasn't angry at her but at the world, at myself for allowing her to affect me this way. She was an angel, and I could never have her. Shaking her lightly, I continued trying to make her leave. "You think what you saw was bad, sweety. You have no idea. I just dismantled a man; where do you think all that blood came from?"

Cindy blinked rapidly but didn't back down. Her eyes were focused on me, penetrating the wall I was fighting to build. All I had said didn't seem to fade her, but I knew this life would change her. I wished that I had left her in that dark hallway. My heart was racing, and my mind filled with images of her tenderness.

Taking her by the arm, I dragged her to the bathroom. "You want me to show you what I do, do you?" I practically screamed. I was being ruffer than needed, but I had to open her eyes.

On the floor lay my blood-soaked clothes. "Look," I huffed as I pushed her forward. "Look at the blood; that is another human being's blood, what's left of him."

Cindy was down on her hands and knees before the heap of clothing. She glanced back at me as she stood up. She wasn't getting it. I didn't know what else to do. Pushing my hands through my hair, I stepped closer, taking hold of her arm again.

Dragging her to the shower, I spoke out of anger. "Cindy, you don't belong in this world." I opened the tap and was about to shove her head under the water when I felt her hands on my chest.

Looking down at her, her eyes filled with care, I closed the tap and let go of her arm. I couldn't do this; she was soft, fragile, and a woman. I tried stepping back but found myself up against the shower door.

Cindy didn't move her hands away. They were tenderly stroking my chest. Heat shot through me as desire mixed with my anger.

"Leon, talk to me, what happened?" Her voice was calm and gentle, crumbling my resistance little by little.

Slowly, I lowered my body down against the door as I spoke. "I failed again. If the guy had any information, I couldn't get it. He died without spilling the beans."

I took a slow, steady breath, lowering my gaze so she couldn't see the pain I felt inside. Cindy bent to her knees and placed her hands on my knees.

"Leon, may I ask why you don't torture women?" She spoke softly, lowering her head to try to meet my gaze.

Swallowing the lump that suddenly pushed up in my throat, I turned my head and stared at the shower wall. "Because of my mother." I breathed out. "You see, my dad, well, he was a drunk and an angry one."

Shaking my head as the memories flooded in, I corrected myself. "No, he was just an angry asshole, drunk or not. He used to beat my mother, and she always protected us. Whenever he turned to my sister or me, she stepped in. She was always there until she wasn't."

Cindy took my hands and replied that I did not need it as I was ready to open up. "I'm so sorry. What happened to her?"

Squeezing her soft hand, I felt the strength she gave me. "I wasn't home when he finally snapped. That is why I survived." I inhaled sharply, trying to steady the rush of emotions. " I had just turned six, my sister was eight, and mother had sent me to the shop to get bread. While I was out, he came home."

Cindy shifted closer, sitting down next to me. "What happened?" she inquired gently.

"Upon my return, I walked into a nightmare. Mother lay on the kitchen floor, her blood mixing with the shattered bowl of icing she was preparing for my cake." I slowly breathed in, lowering my head to my chest.

"I found my sister outside our bedroom door facedown in a pool of blood. The man who was our father. Well, he was sitting next to the bed in their room. On the one side was a half-empty bottle of scotch, and on the other side lay the knife in his lifeless hand."

Glancing at Cindy, I saw the tears rolling down her cheeks. "I'm sorry," I said, wiping at them. "I didn't mean to upset you."

She smiled warmly, "It's okay, what happened then?"

"Well, I had no other family. So, I went into the system. I ended up at an orphanage where I met my new family, the one I have now."

Cindy turned onto her knees, facing me. "I'm so sorry, Leon." She added through her tears.

My heart ached, but not only for my loss. Seeing her so vulnerable broke my resistance. Taking her face into my hands, I pulled her closer. Our lips met with a passion I had not felt before.

As I rose, I pulled her to her feet. My mind was battling old and new daemons. She was innocent, but my desire for her was intense. Pulling her into my arms felt so right, even though I knew it was wrong.

Her hands wrapped around my neck as she pulled me into another kiss. Picking her up into my embrace, I felt her legs closing around my hips. There was so much heat between us. Our hearts seemed to beat as one.

Walking to the vanity, I carefully placed her on the bathroom counter. I caught her lower lip between my teeth and nibbled lightly. Cindy breathed out hard, her sweetness filling my veins with pureness. My dick was throbbing in the constraints of my pants, but I wasn't ready to have sex with her. The beast would have to wait.

Placing my hands on her hips, I kissed her cheeks. Cindy placed her hands behind her and lay against the mirror, opening up to me. I fumbled at the buttons of her silk top. Her quick breaths competed with my heart, the one trying to outrun the other. Sliding the top over her shoulders, I watched as it fell to the vanity.

Her lace bra was barely covering her luscious breasts. The bright pink nipples standing up tried to push through the fabric as I leaned closer, laying tender kisses down her neck. My hands were slippery from the excessive liquid forming in my palms. She was the most precious thing in this world, driving me to the verge of madness. Her skin was warm, welcoming like rivers of moonshine. I breathed in deeply as I kissed the top of each breast. Her sweetness was a curse, and I had to taste her.

Fumbling at the button and zipper of her shorts, I caught her glance. There was an eternal fire burning in her eyes as she popped her feet onto the vanity and lifted her ass. I grabbed the pants with her panties and pulled them up to her knees. Placing her naked backside back on the vanity, Cindy brought her legs together, lifting her feet into the air.

I felt my breath catch as I pulled the clothing up and over her feet, dropping them to the floor. There were no words to describe how I felt at that moment. Her untouched pussy is like a flower ripe for picking. She rested her feet against my chest as my hands slid up and down the length of her legs.

Cindy had tilted her head back, her breathing sounded uneven. I kissed her feet and then her calves before placing each leg down. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were partially open. Her breaths were quick and hard. Moving my hands up her thighs on the inside, I felt her shiver as I pushed her legs further apart.

Leaning in, I kissed the top of her pussy, glancing up as she gasped. Standing, I moved in between her legs and kissed her neck again, sliding the bra straps off her shoulders. With every move, I felt the frustration leaving me bit by bit. My dick was throbbing, but sex wasn't on the table yet.

She was so innocent, so pure. Exposing her utterly perfect breasts, I couldn't resist and had to take a bite of each. As I nipped at them, Cindy arched back, breathing harder. Reaching around her, I found the clasp and released it. The bra loosened, and she sat up, allowing it to drop to where her top lay on the vanity.

Cindy smiled at me as she leaned back and closed her eyes again. Moving my hands over her shoulders, I left soft trails over her breasts. With each touch, she wiggled a little. Kissing her breasts again, I pursued a path down her center with my tongue. My hands led the way, moving down to the inside of her thighs.

Delicately I moved first one thumb, then the other over her pussy lips. She squirmed a bit more as I kissed the top of her pussy again before kissing left and right. As I left soft lovebites on her inner thighs, I moved my fingers in between her pussy lips. Pushing the tip of one finger a tad into her, I felt her tightness.

With each move, my hunger for her increased; I wanted her more than anything. I wished I could just fuck her brains out. But I knew she was special and that, in time, it might happen. Moving my head between her legs, I licked her, needing to taste all she had to offer. Cindy inhaled quickly and trembled as my tongue played within the folds of her pussy.

Going down on my knees, I placed her legs over my shoulders, holding her butt tightly. I felt her fingers sliding into my hair as she gasped for air. Licking up and down in quick sessions, she arched more driving her pussy into my mouth.

Sticking my tongue into her, she grabbed hold of the vanity, moaning and shaking her head. Moving slowly at first, I felt her trembles increasing with each flick of my tongue. I'd push into her and pull out, licking hard at her clitoris, then stick my tongue back inside her.

Cindy grabbed hold of my hair as I moved quicker and quicker. Stopping, I reached up and squeezed her nipples; she moaned louder this time. Carefully twisting her nipples, she bit down on her lip, trying to keep from screaming as she moaned.

Moving back down, I pulled her pussy lips apart with my fingers. Her clitoris was now completely exposed. Moving in I sucked it into my mouth and held it between my teeth as my tongue played up and down over it. Cindy moaned, gasped, and shifted around as I continued. Her fingers tightened in my hair with each flick of my tongue.

Feeling her arms trembling, I knew she was close. Her grip on my hair was tight, and I felt her starting to pull me back. Sticking my tongue deep into her, I sucked at her pussy. Cindy's body was shaking rapidly. She was trying to speak, but her breathing was labored, and her moans were much more audible.

Withdrawing vaguely, I spoke faintly. "Relax, sweetness."

Her grip on my hair eased, and I went in for the final touch. Keeping her pussy lips open with my fingers, I also inserted two into her. I tugged them outward delicately, opening her pussy.

I moved my tongue up and down, nibbled on her clitoris, and then pushed up into her. Cindy arched, vibrated, and moaned as I continued this pattern. I continued until I could taste her. She flowed like a waterfall as she heaved and pleaded for air.

Lowering her legs, I moved back up her body. Cindy wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in. She kissed me with more passion than I expected. After a while, I pulled back feeling completely relaxed, I could focus again.

Smiling at her, I stepped away as I spoke tenderly. "Supper?"

Cindy nodded, and I left, heading downstairs. She came down a bit later after showering. After dinner, we went to bed, her perfection and what we had just done filling my thoughts.