Chapter 17 - Leon

I push open the door to my room and look at Natlie's face as she surveys the matte midnight blue walls and the dusky orange bedding. The interior designer I worked with thought that dusk was the perfect time of day to capture in the room.

Her gaze darts straight to the silky sheets.

"Are you already thinking about how good those will feel on your naked body?" I sink my hand into her hair and pull her head back until she looks at me.

Her eyes smolder like the embers of a furnace. Their intensity sears into me, and with each flutter of her eyelashes, she casts a spell over me. She"s so fucking beautiful, and I don't know how much longer I can stand my ground. But I have an iron self-control, and I will tease her, make her beg for me, no matter how long it takes.

Natalie rolls her eyes; a soft gasp leaves her mouth as I spin her around and pin her against the wall.

I wedge my thigh between her legs and grin as she moves her hips and rubs her pussy against my thigh with the slightest of movements.

Natalie's cheeks flush a deep pink. "I just want to go to sleep."

"I don't think you do. Otherwise, you wouldn't be rubbing against my thigh like a cat in heat."

She throws me a thunderous scowl. "I did not!"

My gaze falls on her breasts, her nipples poking against the thin white T-shirt. "You did, and we both know it. Look how hard your nipples are. Your body is so responsive to me. It's addictive. You have no fucking idea what you are doing to me."

Her expression changes, her eyes sparkle, and the corners of her mouth twitch. I know that there is lust and hunger in her, more than she would ever admit. And she doesn't mind dirty talk, either.

I step away from her, not saying a word as my hands go to the buttons of my shirt. Slowly, I unbutton one after the other. Her gaze follows my hands, and when I reach the last button, she stares at me as if I were a painting that she is not sure how she feels about.

Her hands ball into fists at her side, and she bites her lower lip as I toss the shirt in the direction of the closet before I lose my pants and socks. I stand in front of her in just a pair of black boxer briefs, my cock straining against the soft fabric.

"Well, if you want to go to bed … are you ready?" I tease; her mouth opens before it slams shut again. She quickly reaches for the doorknob.

I stand in her way and prevent her from opening the door.

Instead, I lock the door. "You've already proved once today that I can't trust you. We won"t go there again, which means you'll be spending the night here with me."

She glances at the chaise at the foot of the bed. "Fine."

I smile languidly and shake my head. "No. Bed."

She glances at the bed before looking at me. "I'm not sharing a bed with you. No way. Not happening."

I lunge before she gets the idea of locking herself in the bathroom. She squeals and wraps her arms around me to keep her balance. Before she can say anything else in protest, I slam my mouth down hard on hers. My teeth nibble at her bottom lip until she opens for me, my tongue greedily swirling around hers. While we kiss, I lead us to the bed, then break away, and with a gentle push, she falls back onto the mattress.

A grunt escapes deep from her throat.

"Un-fucking-believable," she huffs.

"So, did you hurt yourself when you jumped out of the window?" I ask sheepishly, sitting beside her on the bed and pulling her legs into my lap.

Although she eyes me suspiciously, she allows me to run my hands up and down her legs, up to the hem of her shorts. She moans softly as I press my fingers into her muscles. Her head rolls back, and her perfect lips part as she closes her eyes.

Fuck, I could take her right now, but we still have a long way to go. She has no idea what's in store for her.

She shifts on the bed, relaxing her back against the pillows, while I start at her ankle and move upward with the massage, lingering near her inner thigh before moving on to the other leg.

"Maybe you should have given up a life of crime to become a masseuse." She groans.

As my fingertips trace light circles on her thigh and move closer and closer to her center, she squeezes her legs together. But I leave my hand there until she releases the tension.

I rub my fingers through the fabric of her shorts against her pussy, pressing harder on her clit. A little gasp escapes through her slightly parted lips, and it's freaking turning me on.

I slide her legs off my lap and let my hands skim up her sides, grabbing the hem of her T-shirt and slowly pushing it up to her shoulders. Her breath hitches, but she doesn't fight me, so I peel it over her head and toss it to the floor.

"What are you doing? I … I thought …"

"Teaching you a lesson," I mumble.

She slips away from me and moves to the middle of the bed, right where I want her.

I stand up, open one of the drawers of my bedside table, pull out handcuffs and ankle straps, and straddle her in one smooth motion.

Her eyes widen with curiosity. "What is this for?"

"Handcuffs … for protection," I quickly lift her arms above her head, clasp both wrists with one hand, and put the handcuffs on, hooking them into the slats of the wooden headboard.

"You don't have to do this," Natalie says, her voice rising an octave. "I promise I won"t run away again."

"I wish I could believe that." As I hold her body beneath mine, my hardened cock nestles against her full breasts.

I would love to rip the shirt off her beautiful body and slide my cock between her tits, but that would be too fast. Not satisfying enough.

I take the ankle straps and move to her ankles.

"And what's that?" She yelps.

"Oh, these are for your pleasure."

Natalie swings her foot out and tries to catch me on the chin.

"You'll have to lose a piece of clothing for that," I growl, grab the hem of her shorts, and yank them down her legs.

They would have just been in my way anyway.

"Hm, is this for me?" Smirking, I run a finger over her wet panties; the stained spot makes me want to abandon my plan. But this is her punishment. If we get to the fun part too soon, she'll think that defying me results in sex.

I can't let her think that. Not until she begs me for my cock.

Natalie squirms as I strap her ankles to the footboard, leaving her bound to my bed with her legs spread wide, her hands over her head, and her perky nipple poking through the lacy bra. Fuck. She is a sight, beautiful and sexy.

"You"re going to untie me right now," she says in a wavering voice while the insides of her thighs glisten with sweat.

"I don't think I will." I stand at the foot of the bed, take off my briefs, and palm my cock.

Her tongue darts out to lick her bottom lip before her gaze traces over the tattoos on my ribs. She tries to press her thighs closer together, but the straps keep her in place.

I wrap my hand around the base of my cock. "Fuck, you're gorgeous."

She glances at the black binds, the pretty pink blush crawling down her neck. "What are you going to do now?"

"Right now? I want to slide my cock between your tits while you lick me with every thrust. I want to hear you begging for me to lick your sweet little pussy." I stroke my cock from base to tip, gripping tighter as I run my hand over the tip before sliding back down.

Natalie's chest rises and falls rapidly, her eyes glued to my pumping hand. "And then what?"

"Then I want to feel your mouth on my cock. I want to hear you moan as you take me into your tight little throat, desperate for my cum like the dirty little girl you are."

"I'm not," she says, but her tone has no weight as she rolls her hips and presses her ass into the sheets to ease the ache in her pussy that I know she has.

Whether she likes it or not, she craves me just as much as I want to devour her.

"You are." I get onto the bed, leaning over her to prop a pillow beneath her head so she can see everything I plan to do to her. "It's time that you embrace it, Natalie, as long as you're only a dirty girl for me."

She rolls her lower lip between her teeth; her body unconsciously lifts against me as I kneel between her legs.

I rub my thumb over the head of my cock, catching the bead of moisture.

"Can I taste?" she asks shyly, her eyes dancing with desire.

"That didn't sound like begging to me." I cup a hand over her pussy, pressing hard enough to tease her but not enough to give her anything resembling relief.

"Please?"

"Not good enough."

My hand leaves her core as I reach into the nightstand once more and pull out a knife.

She squeals as she sees the knife gleaming in the dim light above. "What are you going to do with that?"

"I thought of marking you with my initials." I run the tip of the knife along her thigh, but the pressure is not enough to leave even a mark on her body.

She moans, and her body shudders.

"You like the idea of being branded, don"t you, Natalie?" I mock her by sliding the blade under her panties and letting her feel the cool metal against her skin before I cut away the fabric.

Her pussy is slick with her arousal, shining and begging me to taste her.

I ignore it for a moment and tease her again with the tip of the knife, gently dragging it up her middle and stopping between her breasts. "I didn't think you were the kind of woman who liked knife play. I thought you were too pure. Too innocent. Look how wrong I was."

"Leon! Careful." She shrieks.

"Good girl. Practice now because later, you'll be too full of cock to remember anything but my name."

With a quick tug, I cut through the thin straps, reach behind her back, and unclasp her bra. Her luscious breasts bounced free, and I let my hand glide gently over them.

She breathes deeply, arches her chest, and tilts her head to the side. My cock twitches, and I groan as she plays coy. A new, unexpected feeling begins to creep into me. I could slit her throat, for all she knows me, and yet she trusts me completely that I won't hurt her.

She gasps as I blow a warm breath over her nipples, watching them pucker for me, and goose bumps cover her skin.

The way her body responds to mine overwhelms me. I can't remember the last time I went this long without sex, but it will be worth it when she screams my name as I fill her.

"All you have to do to make this stop is beg for me, Natalie. I'll give you endless orgasms until you're a quivering mess for me."

When she looks at me before making a point of pressing her lips together, it's clear she wants to play. She put up all that fuss before, and now she's desperate for more.

I put the knife away, nestling myself between her legs.

My fingers brush over her pussy, swirling her arousal around the sensitive bud between her legs. Those deep brown eyes stare down at me, lust-filled and hungry.

Her sweet moans as my thumb skims over her clit makes me almost lose my concentration. She writhes against the bed, hips rising and falling, wrists and ankles pulling at her restraints.

"More." A whispered breath.

I pull away. "That's not begging, is it, Natalie? Beg for me."

Her loud moans fill the room as I slip one finger into her soaked channel, letting her inner walls clamp around me. When I keep my finger still, pressing against the quivering side of her pussy, she rolls her hips, trying to feel more.

I add a second finger, crooking them against her g-spot.

"Yes. Oh, yes. Yes." She chants again and again.

Right as she's about to crash over the edge of an orgasm, I pull my fingers out.

Natalie lifts her head as high as she can, looking down at me. "Please?"

It's not begging but the first breathless stage of submission she's reached.

"No."

It takes every ounce of my willpower not to surrender and give her what she wants. I groan and drag my tongue through her folds, licking and sucking on the puffy flesh and lapping up her juices. What a fucking sweet taste.

I tease her, nipping my way up and down her thighs, keeping her delirious with pleasure even though I haven't given her an orgasm yet.

She wiggles and whimpers as I take her swollen clit into my mouth and graze it with my teeth. As I push my tongue into her, her legs begin to tremble.

I pull away from her again, kissing my way up her body. Her little growl of frustration has me biting down on her nipple, dragging it between my teeth until she's arching off the bed.

Flattening my tongue against the stiff little peak, I soothe away the sting, licking her until her breath is coming in quick pants.

"I don't think you deserve to come yet, do you?" I repeat the process to her other nipple, looking up at her to see a tear slip down her cheek.

"You must be desperate for me by now, Natalie."

"Yes."

I push two fingers inside her again, my cock twitching at the thought of replacing them. She rolls her hips, grinding down into my hand as her back arches deeper, straining against the restraints.

"Please. Please. I need you. Please let me come."

"So, you do know how to beg." I kiss her neck, her pulse fluttering beneath my lips as I bite down on the sensitive skin before sucking the sting away, leaving a dark mark.

I have marked her so everyone can see it; she belongs to me. She is mine.

"Please." Natalie looks at me, but her gaze is hazy with lust, a sheen of sweat on her forehead and curling the short little hairs around her face.

"Since you asked so nicely." I rock my fingers harder into her, my thumb pressing against her clit with each thrust.

Natalie's moans grow to shouts, her pussy clenching harder around me as she comes, her arousal soaking my hand. She keeps coming as I massage her inner walls, drawing out her pleasure until her body goes limp.

When her legs stop shaking, I hover over her, my cock gliding through her slick folds, grazing her clit with each rock of my hips as she thrashes against the binds.

I undo her ankle straps first and take the time to kiss the red spots and massage her until she moans and wriggles in her handcuffs. Her hands fly to my shoulders as soon as I open them, and her nails dig in.

"Please, Leon. I need more. I need so much more."

"What do you need more of?"

"You."

"Say it. What do you need."

"I need your cock … inside me, now."

Smirking, I flip us around and hold her in position as she hovers above me. My fingers dig into the creases of her hips as I thrust upwards from below, the tip of my cock sliding into her tight pussy.

The way her wetness drips down my cock is another kind of foreplay all together, making me feel like I'm going to come before I have the chance to be inside her.

Thankfully, my control hasn't been that pathetic in twenty-two years.

Natalie splays her hands on my chest and holds on tight as she lowers herself onto my cock. Once I'm fully buried inside her, I grab her wrists, pull them behind her, and let her hold on to my legs.

Her body arches, her breasts push forward, her hard nipples poking up into the air.

With a swirl of her hips, her clitoris rubs against my body, and her pussy clutches my cock. Her pace changes; she rides me harder and faster, and with each up and down slide on my cock, my pleasure climbs. But I refuse to let go until she does.

I switch the angle and hold her by the shoulders, my cock is buried in her to the hilt, and I pump harder into her from below.

Her breasts bounce, and her walls squeeze me impossibly hard with the sweetest moans. It only takes a few thrusts for her to shatter with a loud cry.

I don't stop moving; her pussy clenches me like a custom-made vise just to drive me wild. She flings her hands back on my shoulders, her nails scraping down my chest. I don't care if she marks me, too; I'll take a thousand more scratches.

My vision turns dark, every nerve in my body goes haywire, and I come hard. It's been a hell of a long time since I've had her.

The moaning and groaning of our orgasms fills the room and sounds like a guttural, wild scream.

As her body slumps against mine, completely exhausted, I gently roll her off me and pull her to my side. A satisfied smile flits across my face. This woman is simply incredible. And she"s mine.

I think she's learned her lesson.