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It was intriguing how you could decipher so much from a simple set of words. It was a skill that had been honed through years, through companionship, and through intimacy. You and Leon had been together for a while, creating your own world and rules, building a trust and connection you couldn’t find anywhere else.
When you sat there on your couch, phone buzzing in your hand, you didn’t even question the message he had sent. It didn’t contain flowery decorations of love, long-winded sentences about every grievance, or in any way beat around the bush. It told you exactly what he wanted.
‘On way home. You busy?’
To anyone else who read it, they might assume he didn’t care, but not to you. You could read between the lines. He’d had a bad day at work and wanted you to make him feel better. You didn’t mind looking after your partner. He looked after you just as much.
As you sat there typing your quick reply, you felt your thighs clench in anticipation.
‘No. I’ll be waiting.’
And you would be.
The air was almost thick with tension when you heard Leon’s keys jingle in the door, the lock clicking open as he pushed it open and walked into your shared apartment.
You could tell by the tension in his shoulders, the way his feet dragged ever so slightly, the way the button up shirt under the suit he was forced to wear was undone slightly, that he was done with whatever bullshit the day threw at him.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Leon greeted warmly as he threw his keys and phone down on the side table by the door, kicking out of his shoes as he made his way over.
You got up from the couch, dropping your phone down on the plush seat you just vacated as you made your way over to him. “Welcome home. How was your day?” you asked gently as you slid your hands up his chest, feeling the heat of his body through the thin fabric of his white shirt.
“Let’s just say it’s about to get better,” he murmured as he leaned in close to you, his lips ghosting yours before capturing them in a delicate kiss. He was always so gentle with the first kiss, as if he was savoring the feel of your skin on his.
As you pulled back from him, your hand slid down his arm, capturing his own hand as you tugged on it lightly. “Let me help with that,” you told him as you pulled him back with you, leading him to your shared bedroom and the bed where you fell asleep in his arms almost every night.
“I’ve been waiting for this,” Leon sighed out as you dropped his hand and cupped his cheek to bring him in for another kiss, one that started with tender caresses but turned heated as his hands grasped your hips roughly. His tongue pressed its way past your lips, diving into your mouth to coax your own to dance.
You were left dizzy, humming in desire and eager for more as he pulled back with a final kiss and took a step back. You almost followed, until the movement of his hands caught your attention and you watched him undo his belt. As he pulled it though his belt hooks to grip it in a fist, you watched with your lip between your teeth, following every movement while his eyes didn’t leave your face once. With his belt freed, his fingers got to work tugging at his loosened tie, slipping it from around his neck as he held it tight in his other hand.
You looked between both of his hands, holding in an expectant breath and watching as he raised them to show them off to you. The dull dark leather of his belt was cracked and worn, hard and rough, while the dark navy silk of his tie shone in the light, the material soft and clean.
“Tell me, sweetheart,” Leon started, before asking the same question he had asked you many times before. “Leather or silk?”
Another message only you would ever get, one he extended as he preferred to follow your wishes. It was an indulgent choice, each one offering nothing but pleasure, but the methods differed slightly.
The soft silk of his tie wrapped around your skin while he touched and caressed. His kisses trailing gently across your body adoringly while you gasped. His deep voice muttering “I love you” while you passionately made love. Leather was different. It bound you roughly while he grabbed and tugged at your flesh. His mouth bit at your neck and thighs while you screamed in pleasure. His strained words growling orders while he fucked you harshly into the bed.
It was a slice of delicate vanilla cake versus rich chocolate cake. Both delicious in their own way.
Tonight, you craved chocolate.
“Leather.”
As soon as the word was breathed out, Leon got to work, throwing the tie across the room and into the laundry hamper without a single look.
His jacket slid off his shoulders with a single shrug, dropping heavily onto the floor, before his fingers started working the buttons of his shirt undone. “Take your clothes off. You’ll be calling me ”sir” tonight,” he ordered, his voice firm and leaving you shivering at the deep tone.
“Yes sir,” you instantly agreed as you slid the straps of your dress off your shoulders, letting the garment slip down your body and drop at your feet. Your panties followed only a moment later.
“Good,” Leon said as he looked down your bare body, savoring the look of the skin you had on offer for him. His shirt had been left open as he instead stared at every inch of you he could see. With his eyes fixed on your cunt, he ordered, “Touch yourself.”
Agreement just about slipped out of your lips before your hands descended on your body, caressing down your skin in long strokes his eyes watched. No matter how you were being intimate, one thing remained constant, and that was how much he loved your body.
While you started gentle touches along your body, he pulled his wallet from his pants pocket, slipping it open as he fingered the circle inside. Most men would be hiding a condom in their wallets, waiting for the opportunity to get laid. Not your boyfriend. He knew he could have you whenever he wanted. Instead he slipped the circle out, the cold metal of the cock ring glinting silver as he spun it around his fingers. The wallet was dropped to the side unceremoniously as his hands worked his zipper, pushing down his pants and boxers. His cock was half hard, not the most ideal for putting on his ring, but he slid it on all the same, pushing right up to the base.
Languidly, Leon stroked himself, watching as you thumbed your nipples, his cock getting harder and eyes more serious as you slid a hand down your stomach and through your folds. A gasp left your lips as you found your clit, circling it and bringing yourself a burst of pleasure. In barely any time at all, he was rock hard, tip beaded with precome as your own fingers became slick.
“Enough of that,” he said as he released his cock and crooked a finger at you, beckoning you forward. “On your knees.”
“Yes sir,” you said in a breathless gasp as you took the few steps towards him, sinking down onto your knees on the plush carpet in front of him just as he told you to. His hardness stood just inches away from your mouth, but you knew that wasn’t what he wanted, not at that moment anyway.
“Wrists,” Leon ordered as he snatched up his belt, his eyes fixed on yours as you complied.
Again you agreed to his command, your arms shaking slightly in anticipation as you held them up to him. Though his intentions were less than gentle, his touch was a series of sensual brushes, his fingers caressing and moving against yours with nothing but desire and love as he took his belt and bound your wrists with it.
With a final tug, the makeshift bonds held, keeping your wrists sealed and under his control. With a pull on the belt, he hauled you up on your haunches, holding you in a tight grip with one hand while the other cupped your jaw, leveling your head right at his cock as your breath ghosted over the tip.
All you could do was follow his command as he said, “Open up.”
As soon as you opened your mouth, Leon’s hips pushed forwards, his cock sheathing itself past your lips as he let out a groan. The taste of his shaft and precome flooded your mouth and coated your tongue, buzzing along your taste buds as you let out a hum. He pulled out just to slide back in again, pushing his engorged cock deeper into your mouth as he went further, ghosting the back of your throat as your lips grazed the cool metal of his cock ring.
You could take him, the flavor of him something you craved as you shifted with lust, letting him use your mouth any way he wanted. You reveled in the feel of his hand on the back of your head, pulling you down onto his hard cock while he thrust into your mouth, a series of heated groans and occasional praises pouring out of his mouth while he filled yours. Your arms ached from how he held them up, but you didn’t pull away, the burn starting on your wrist just turning you on more.
With a final couple of desperate thrusts, Leon pulled out, his cock slick with your spit as a string of saliva connected his tip to your lips. It took a moment, but his breathing returned to normal as he let your wrists drop, freeing you from his hold. “Good girl. Let me reward you,” he said in a pant as he shrugged off his shirt, letting his hidden side out so only you could see.
The crisscross of scars littered his skin in thin silver strips, but their appearance was dulled by the dark whorls that danced across the back of his shoulders, the tattoo going from pec-to-pec as you traced it with your eyes. It was a sight to behold, the black baroque pattern clashing with his pale skin. That wasn’t the only unique feature, the silver nipple piercing glinting in the light and matching the metal ring wrapped around his cock.
His pants and boxers joined the rest of his clothes discarded on the floor as he stepped out of them, leaving him naked with his toned muscles on display. You wanted to feel him, brush your hands and fingers along every dip of muscle, follow the swirls of his tattoo, but with your hands bound, you were stuck with your desire to touch but unable to reach for him.
“On the bed.” With a gentle arm around your waist, he lifted you up, hoisting you into the air before dropping you stomach first onto the cool sheets, your body bouncing on the mattress. “Allow me,” Leon muttered as he grasped your hands, pulling your arms across the bed as he lifted your bound wrists and placed them around the bedpost to hold you in place.
You were stretched tight, unable to pull your arms back, and left completely at his mercy.
Tips of his fingers ghosted along the skin of your body, down your shoulders, following the dips to the curve of the small of your back, and over your behind before he gave your cheek a soft spank. You jerked and yelped at the sudden tap, the sensation of it going straight to your clit, back arching as you pulled your knees up to your chest to offer yourself out to him more. His hand stroked along the spot he just smacked, soothing it, before descending further between, brushing over your folds.
“So wet for me already, sweetheart,” he said as he dragged his fingers along your cunt, through your arousal until you shuddered as you felt him slip a finger straight into your entrance. “And I’ve barely even touched your cunt.”
Slowly Leon started pumping his finger in and out, the motion stimulating your pussy in a way that had you clenching, but not even close to enough for what you needed. He was teasing you, enjoying watching you squirm. You were seconds away from begging when he pulled it out fully, feeling the bed dip behind you as his hands went to your waist to maneuver you exactly where he wanted you. You could only breathe out his name, adding a sir as he failed to move unless you fulfilled his order correctly, only to suck in a breath as you felt his thumbs part your folds to give him a better look. A low whistle greeted your ears, one that left you flushing at his appreciation, only to let out a sharp gasp the moment his tongue darted out to lick a stripe up along your pussy.
Leon was meticulous with how thorough his tongue was, tasting every part of your cunt he could, lapping up your wetness, only for it to be replaced by more as he brushed your clit. While his mouth was preoccupied drawing circles on your bundle of nerves, his hand joined the mix, his thumb brushing and dipping into your entrance as he soaked it in your wetness. The moment his thumb backed off, it was instead replaced by fingers, stretching you out around them as he plunged them deep into your pussy.
Every lick of his tongue, every thrust of his fingers had you clenching in pleasure, the bonds tying your hand straining as you writhed under his attention. The gasps you let out only got headier and turned into moans as your body tightened, the startling sparks of climax drawing closer, while a twist of his hand had his thumb come into play. The slick pad of his thumb brushed against the muscle of your other hole as it twitched at the sudden attention. Your toes curled at the extra stimulation as he pressed against your ass slightly, caressing it as his fingers continued to drag in and out of your pussy while he began to suck at your clit. It was almost too overwhelming, nothing but raw pleasure assaulting you in every which way, and you loved every second. A scream lodged in your throat the moment you found yourself balancing on the peak of release, your body taught and back arched as finally he sent you over. All you could do was clench around him while you writhed and fought your bonds, crying out his name desperately as you lost yourself in the euphoria.
A sharp smack brought you back to the present as he spanked your ass again, slightly harder than before but no less pleasurable as he followed up with a second, then a third.
“That good for you, sweet?” Leon asked with a deep voice, his words coming out a growl as you shivered.
You couldn’t even answer, too lost in the pleasured pain he offered, only to gasp in longing the moment his hand left your ass cheek with just a caress in its wake. Instead he grasped your hips, fingers pinching your skin as he pulled you back and stretched your body out as taught as he could, fingers gripping into flesh as you felt the blunted head of his hot shaft as it pressed against your opening. His thick cock began stretching your tight walls as it slid slowly into you as his hips met yours, filling you exactly as you craved. You couldn’t help the moan that came from your mouth when he fully sheathed himself deep in you, hilted up to the cool metal of his cock ring. His fingers flexed on your thighs as he held you in place as he tensed, his entire length buried deep in your pussy as he groaned at the feeling.
His hips drew back as his cock slowly dragged out of your cunt, only for him to pull you backwards just in time for him to thrust forwards, hitting you deep and hard and leaving you crying out. He didn’t let up with his hard pounding, his hard cock consistently pumping into you to an almost bruising level that had you body clenching around him while screaming for more.
Your hands tried desperately to grasp for anything, but the restraints held, instead only achieving your nails scratching at his thick leather belt. Your pleasure was completely under his control, but he took pity on you. His hand slid around your body, his fingers easily finding your swollen clit again as he started running circles over it as he continued to harshly fuck you. Your body was screaming at the pleasure overload, your mouth constantly letting out groans and cries while the man behind you growled and hissed at how tight you clenched around him.
Almost too quickly, you felt your orgasm build back up, your body tensing and cunt gripping around him as your core kept tightening with the pleasure that your manhandled body received. “Oh fuck. I’m gonna come, Leon. Sir,” you began babbling, his order barely registering in your mind as you hungered for more, desperate to reach that precipice once more.
“That’s it, sweet,” he grunted as he fucked you harder, grinding his cock against that sensitive spot deep inside you that made you go wild. “Milk my cock. Come hard for me.”
All too soon your body snapped taught as you hit your peak, your climax blinding you while you screamed at the pure rapture seizing your body, white hot waves leaving you blind to anything but the pleasure seizing you and the cock still pounding away. Even though the clenching of your tight pussy your companion didn’t let up, instead thrusting into you harder and dragging out your orgasm as he chased his own.
As your climax started to subside, your body felt weak, and it was only from Leon’s hands on your thighs and your arms tied to the bed that kept you upright as your body shuddered from the aftershocks.
It was his deep baritone voice that helped settle you back into the world, his question floating around your head. “Mind if I use you?” he asked as his fingers drifted around his cock still stuffed in your cunt, slipping through the arousal that coated the both of you.
You shuddered at the thoughts his question conjured, toes curling at knowing just how feral Leon could get, and how you were about to experience it. “Yes please, sir,” you gasped out, feeling his hands grip you tighter at your answer.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he muttered sharply before he slammed your body back onto his cock, fucking you on it with each roll of his hips. He constantly fucked into your loose body, drilling home extra pleasure that had you shaking. Quickly, his thrusts turned more erratic as he growled low, and it only took a few more pumps before he pounded into you hard one last time as his own climax hit and he spilled deep into you.
Just like that, the loose reins were reeled in again, the rough handling turning gentle as his softening cock slipped out and his hands danced along your skin, stroking your bare flesh in loving tenderness. After just a moment, he slid off the bed, making his way to your wrists to pull them off the bedpost. His fingers delicately pulled and tugged at his belt, undoing the tough leather. As soon as you were freed, he tossed the belt onto the floor, taking your wrists in hand as he kissed the reddening stripes, showering love onto your angered skin.
“Thank you,” Leon murmured against your wrist, his lips and stubble brushing against your nerves and leaving you breathless.
You knew what he meant, you always knew what he meant. Thank you for the sex, thank you for being there, and thank you for being his.