I wasnotflirting with Leo’s brother, and I refuse to admit I was just to appease him. But it is shockingly arousing to see Leo get so jealous. Even though he didn’t come right out and admit it, I could see it in his eyes. While he usually doesn’t seem to care about me in the slightest, ignoring me during the day if he’s not borderline hostile about my being a Tanaka, realizing that he’s actually possessive of me feels darkly satisfying. So, even though I’ll never tell him, I was wet before my punishment even started.
And still, I’m shocked at how hot it was to be spanked. Even though it stung, I could tell Leo was holding back, and that, too, turned me on. It’s like a game of chicken—the back-and-forth unleashes a surge of adrenaline in my body, one I’m starting tocrave every time Leo walks into a room. And when he delivers, it awakens a desire in me I never knew I had before.
“I said,” Leo growls softly, pulling me to my feet and up against his chest, “get on your knees,Cattiva.”
A shiver ripples down my spine, and I slowly sink to the floor, secretly grateful for Leo’s steadying grip on my arm because my knees are still weak from two powerful orgasms in such quick succession. I’ve never done this before, though Leo’s shown me a lot of firsts in our week of marital bliss. So I keep my eyes locked on his as my stomach flutters nervously.
“Good girl,” he praises as my hips find my heels and I grip his thighs for balance. “Now, open those pretty pink lips,” he encourages, grasping the base of his erection and tapping my chin with the tip.
I swallow hard, glancing down to see what I’m supposed to be tasting, and my heart skips a beat. I’ve never put something that large in my mouth before, and I’m a little nervous that it won’t fit. But I refuse to let it intimidate me, so as the weeping head presses against my lips, I open wide.
Tangy juices coat my tongue as he presses inside my mouth several inches, and his deep groan makes my core clench, fresh arousal making my thighs sticky.
“You taste that,Cattiva?” he murmurs, his strong fingers combing into my hair and cupping the back of my head. “That’s the cock that owns your pleasure.”
Holy hell.
If I could melt into a puddle, I think I just might. It doesn’t matter what I think of Leo outside the bedroom. It doesn’tmatter whether he wants me as his wife. Right now, in this moment, I know he’s right. My body is programmed to respond to him, and when he says dirty things like that, it makes me throb with the need to take him inside me. I ache with the need to feel him stretching me to my breaking point, filling me so completely that it’s all I can think about. I crave that hot surge of cum flooding my channel.
I do belong to Leo.
My mind might disagree, but he owns me, body and soul.
His hips rock forward, his cock pressing against the back of my throat, and I gag even though I haven’t taken more than half of him yet.
“Breathe,Cattiva,” he commands with that rumbling voice that vibrates through me like a shockwave. “It’s okay to cry. You’ll learn how to swallow me in time. Just don’t use your teeth.”
Sucking a shaky breath in through my nose, I do my best to keep my aching jaw open, and when the pad of his thumb brushes softly across my cheek, I realize that the moisture he wipes away must be my tears. I didn’t even know I was crying. My gag reflex must have triggered them, because even as my throat spasms from the unexpected intrusion, I feel far more excited than upset. In fact, I kind of like the way he’s using my mouth to satisfy himself.
The inferno blazing behind his dark eyes is lighting my skin on fire, and even if I’m crying, he’s looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on.
Sick as it might sound, I would stay on my knees all day for him if only he would keep looking at me that way. Like he would tear the world down around us to be here with me.
“God, you feel sogood,” he rasps, his fingers tightening in my hair as he rocks a little deeper. “Such a good girl,” he praises, making me swallow as the temperature of the room climbs. I choke as he presses all the way inside me for one fleeting moment, my swallow pulling him deeper than he’s ever gone before, and he hisses as his swollen tip throbs before he withdraws.
Tears stream freely down my cheeks now, and as he withdraws from me completely, the strangest sense of disappointment mingles with my relief.
“You’re so perfect, Sora,” Leo breathes, collecting me gently in his arms as he pulls me to my feet. “Sodamnirresistible. You know how sexy it is to watch you swallow my cock like that?”
Heat surges through me as he presses a searing kiss to my lips, and my heart breaks into a sprint as I melt against him. I don’t even want to resist as my walls come crumbling down, so when he murmurs against my mouth, “Who does your pleasure belong to?” I don’t hesitate.
“You,” I pant, clinging to his shoulders so I can stay on my feet.
A low, rumbling growl vibrates from his chest, and with one fluid motion, he scoops me up, dropping my shoes and panties to the floor as he wraps my legs around his hips, then spills me back onto the bed.
Electricity races across my skin, my nipples hardening to points that strain against the confines of my bra as his weight presses me into the mattress. Giddy excitement pulses at my entrance as I feel his silky tip parting my folds, and as he thrusts inside me without hesitation, the world around me explodes.
I cry out as he fills me so completely, I’m sure I’m going to split in two. But unlike our first night together, there’s no pain or fear. Only a consuming thirst for more. What started as an argument is only white-hot desire now, a desperate need for release.
“Oh, God,” I whimper as he rocks inside me, his belt digging into my thigh because, in our haste, we never took our clothes off.
“God’s not the one who’s going to let you come,Cattiva,” Leo rasps. “If you want it, you’re going to have to screammyname.”
My ears are ringing with the sound of my blood rushing through my veins, all headed toward my swollen, dripping folds and leaving me lightheaded as I quickly climb toward my release. But I know Leo well enough now to realize he says what he means. He won’t let me come unless I say what he wants—and he knows exactly how to make me come on command.
“Please, Leo,” I whimper, too far gone to cling to any shred of dignity I might have left.
“Please what?” he murmurs against my throat, his teeth lightly scraping across my skin.
