Page 54 of Brutal Captivity

“Okay…” Daron responds, drawing the word out. I nod, but not at Daron. More so for Leo, who can’t even see me because I desperately need him to keep going. I’m close to coming. I can feel it in my toes, and in the familiar pull of pleasure behind my navel. I’m going to come in the next few seconds, and I can’t even warn Leo unless Daron and Nico leave.

Daron looks at the bathroom door, as if expecting for Leo to pop out of it at any second. Something is about to pop, though, and it’s most certainly not Leo. Nico stares at me for a moment. I squirm, unable to handle the sensation of Leo's wicked mouth while Daron and Nico are standing there. After a few more seconds of our unexpected starring contest, Nico and Daron exit the room, and my whole body tenses.

“Lee. I’m gonna. Fuck. I’m gonna come,” I whisper, in case Daron and Nico are still outside the door. My whole body tenses, muscles a second away from cramping. Leo doesn’t pull off at the warning, so I come down his throat a moment later, biting my arm to suppress my screams. After the last shudder is pulled from my body, Leo appears from under the blanket. He swallows and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Wanna give you a facial.” Leo’s voice is wrecked from having me so deep in his throat. His eyes are shiny and blown, black almost completely taking over the gray. His mused hair sticks up in various directions all over his head. His cheeks and lips are so red, I don't know if the color can actually be replicated.

“What?” I ask, my mind automatically going to what I get done at a salon once a week. My brain is mush.

“I wanna come on your face, Princess.” Leo’s words are slow and measured, as if they were dipped in chocolate and smeared across my lips. I lick my lips, wanting to see if the words taste as good as they sound.

My brain shuts down, my heart stuttering in my chest at the suggestion. No one has ever come on my face. I imagine it would be bad for my skin, but I stillfind myself nodding. Leo smiles, kissing me for a second, the taste of my own cum on his lips.

I shimmy down, lying on my back as Leo crawls up my chest. I don't know why I’m nervous, but anxiety flutters below my rapidly beating heart. His impossibly hard cock hovers over my face. I want to lick the bead of precum that is at the tip, but I’m too nervous to even breathe. My spent dick twitches when Leo grabs his, stroking slowly.

“I think you enjoyed having visitors. Liked that they were watching but didn’t know they were watching. It turned you on, didn’t it? My princess has a bit of an exhibition kink?” Leo rambles, and I nod in confirmation, even though I don't know what an exhibition kink is. “Say it, Princess. Tell me you liked it.”

“I liked it.” My confirmation is barely a whisper. Leo groans, his fist moving faster. He swipes the bead of precum from the slit to help with the glide. The sight holds me in a tight grip of pure fascination, my hands twitching with the empty urge to guide him through it.

“I knew it. You’re probably so fucking kinky and don’t even know it because you never allowed yourself to be. Fuck, Callisto. What if they come back in now? The door’s unlocked. They could come back in and watch me paint your beautiful fucking face with my come. Would you like that? Would you like to show them my art?” Leo asks, the words coming out choppy between his pants.

“Yes. I’d love that. Show them what you did to me.” I’m getting caught up in Leo's words, in the fantasy he paints. The idea of Nico finding me in a compromising position should scare me, but I kind of want it. Nico would be so shocked, this version of me not aligning with the person I have projected to the world. I love that idea, though. Having this secret.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since the moment I met you. You talk about art, but nothing could compare to your face painted with my cum. Fuck Callisto, you’re gonna look so pretty. Perfect. My princess getting so dirty for me. Yeah. It’s gonna drip down those fuckable lips of yours, and you’ll lick it off because you just want a little taste. Fuck,” Leo rambles, and I am so turned on I’m surprised I’m not hard again. Holy shit, I didn’t realize he could talk this dirty. It is so hot, I can’t stop myself from moaning.

“Per favore. Paint my face,Leone. Fuck. Need it. Wanna be art.” Everything in me screams for Leo to come. I want to feel it on my face. I want to finally taste him. I am like a man possessed. This whole thing is completely outside of anything I ever knew I wanted, but I don't question it. I am tired of questioning it, I want to be in the moment. I want to feel cum on my face for the first time.

“Gonna,” Leo chokes out. I close my eyes when the first jet of hot cum hits my face. It falls on my cheek, missing my eye by mere centimeters. The second stream lands on my jaw, then the third ends up streaking across my lips. I can’t stop my tongue from licking the substance up, the salty taste making me moan. I should be disgusted with myself. I crack my eyes open to find Leo looking down at me in awe, his expression full of lust even though he just came.

“Art,” Leo says a moment later, leaning down to kiss my cum stained lips. “Stay here. I’m gonna go get a washcloth.” Leo slowly gets up, standing on wobbling legs. He goes into the bathroom, returning a moment later. I stay perfectly still as he gently cleans me up, tossing the cloth back into the bathroom once he’s finished.

“As much as I hate for this morning to end, Daron is probably downstairs, wondering if you’ve killed me,” Leo jokes, breaking the moment. I laugh, nodding. He stands up again, going to his dresser to grab some clothes. He throws some clean clothes at me. I thank him before slowly putting them on, still sore from all of our activities.

We’re quiet as we leave the room, going downstairs to find Daron and Nico in the kitchen, talking. “There you are. I thought Callisto had found a way to kill you,” Daron jokes as soon as he sees us. Leo laughs loudly, looking at me as if saying ‘see I told you’. I bite back my own smile, rolling my eyes. “Peadar wants to see you.”

“Yeah, I know. I heard you the first time. I guess I better get this over with,” Leo says, but I can tell he dreads it. He leans toward me for a moment, as if he’s about to kiss me goodbye but stops himself. I tell myself I’m not upset. I know, logically, that this will not last. I will be back to my own life sooner rather than later. That may even be what Peadar wants to meet with Leo about. Hope should fill my system at that thought, but it doesn't. Dread, however, is very present.

“I’ll hold down the fort,” Daron responds, saluting to Leo in a mocking way. Leo ignores Daron, waving to me and Nico as he shoves his feet into his shoes, leaving a few moments later. I try not to worry about him, but I have a feeling of dread that’s gnawing at my gut.

Once Daron leaves the room to turn on the TV, Nico rounds on me, “Who are you and what have you done with Callisto?” he asks, and I freeze for a split second, trying to decide what I want to say to Nico.

I decide to go with the truth. I tell him about what had occurred since I last saw him. I skim over some of the more personal or intimate details. Nico nods,eyes wide with the overload of information, but he doesn’t say much as he waits for me to finish.

“Are you falling for him?” Nico asks after a few moments. The breath leaves my lungs at the question because I’ve been trying not to think about it. I don't want to, but I know I have to. I have to entertain the thought, even if it makes me feel uncomfortable.

“I don’t know,” I answer truthfully, biting my lip.

twenty-five

“Did his parents agree to pay his ransom?”- Leo

Itakeafewdeep breaths, attempting to calm my racing heart, as I stand outside of Peadar’s office door. I don't know why I’m so nervous, it’s only Peadar. I’ve been in his office thousands of times before, and nothing bad has ever happened. This is different, though. I have the completely illogical fear that Peadar will be able to see remnants of Callisto’s touch on my skin. That he willknowof my disobedience by simply looking at me.

I stare at the door, trying to find some bit of courage inside of myself. An awful mixture of trepidation and anxiety stirs in my gut, forcing its way up and into my throat. I swallow, trying to breathe evenly before my racing heart decides to run away completely. My body shakes, beads of sweat forming on my brow. I raise a fist to knock on the door, my movements jerky and uncoordinated. Three firm knocks then I wait, trying not to jump out of my skin in the process.

“Come in,” a familiar, nasally voice says from behind the door. He sounds normal. He doesn't sound mad or upset at all, and I take another deep breath before gripping the handle and turning it. In the time it takes me to push the door wider, I harden my features. Peadar sits behind his desk, glasses perched on the tip of his nose as he looks at a paper.

“Hi Peadar. I’m sorry I don’t have a formal report like I normally do.” I start. I resist the urge to reach for my pendant, needing to feel grounded in some way.