Chapter 18: Hidden Heir: Chapter 18

He asks and I oblige with barely a thought.

Giving myself over to Leon is easier than it should be. I don’t know if it has to do with how safe I feel here or how much more relaxed Tiffany seems to be, but staying was an easy choice when Leon offered.

It will keep my family safe, which is ultimately all I care about. In return, I will stay with Leon, and if it’s anything like these past few weeks, it won’t be nearly as bad as I feared all those years ago.

Assuming Leon doesn’t find out the truth. I don’t know the rules and promises that exist within his family, but I don’t believe for a second that Leon would sacrifice that for me and my brother.

So I will do everything I can to keep him happy and away from the truth. Until I have, at the very least, written protection for my daughter.

Down on my knees, I stare up at Leon as he tilts his glass back and forth. His eyes are dark as he slowly drags his tongue over his lower lip. He doesn’t blink, and something about the depth of darkness in his eyes excites me as much as it soothes me.

“Open your mouth.”

I comply immediately, parting my lips and tilting my head back. Leon then slowly tips his glass, and a trickle of Vodka trails down, splashing on my tongue. The sharp taste overwhelms me instantly and I fight a wince as I swallow. The vodka that didn’t make it to my mouth rolls down my chin and drips down onto my clothes, but Leon and I don’t break our gaze. We maintain eye contact until his glass is empty and I’m left kneeling there, my mouth open, alcohol soaking into the collar of my t-shirt.

“Good girl.”

Oh.

Did I like that?

I did.

An unexpected pulse of desire moves through my core, sending my pulse haywire as a warm flush seeps over my cheeks. No one has ever done that to me before and I’m surprised at the lustful way my body reacts.

“Up. Get undressed. I don’t want to fuck you in Vodka-soaked clothes.” Leon’s words are sharp but his voice is low, and it warms me as much as it excites me.

Closing my mouth, I climb to my feet and pull at my t-shirt, but as I tug it over my head, he snaps his fingers, and I pause.

“Slowly.”

Lowering my arms, I wrack my thoughts for a sexy way to pull the t-shirt off but I’m at a loss. I’ve never been one to strip tease, and under Leon’s watchful gaze, I suddenly feel very much on display.

Swallowing around the sharp aftertaste of the Vodka, I move slower as I remove the t-shirt and drop it on the floor. Next are my jeans and as I pull them past my hips, I arch my back and stick out my ass, trying to be as sensual as possible. Leon’s face is unreadable until I start to remove my bra, and his brows pull together slightly.

He looks at me like I’m the most precious thing in the world which makes lying to him feel even worse. My bra joins the clothing on the floor. When I hook my fingers around the waistband of my panties, Leon’s attention lowers to my legs, my skin flushing with the heat from his gaze, as if it’s a physical thing caressing me from a distance.

I slide my panties down, step out of them, and kick them into the pile. Then I stand up straight, completely naked in front of him.

Waiting and vulnerable.

My pulse races so fast that I can feel the pumping of blood at my neck. My mouth runs dry, bringing with it a craving for another drink, and my body flushes hot as Leon’s intense eyes take in every inch of me. Warmth creeps over my skin as if his hands are on me, touching and inspecting me like a precious jewel, and I ache to feel his touch.

I want him to touch me so I don’t feel so on display, but even as that nervousness coils in my gut like writhing snakes, heat beads between my legs. I’m waiting for his approval, something, and it’s turning me on.

What is wrong with me?

I’ve never been in a situation like this before. Previous partners have always been a quick fuck, mostly with the light off. Fucking Leon in the alley was the height of my sexual adventurousness and now here I stand, aching for him.

“Good girl,” he says again, and my core clenches so tight that it’s almost painful. The warmth between my thighs grows damp with arousal and my cheeks burn hot with fire. “Now get back on your knees and show me how thankful you are.”

I drop to my knees in an instant as Leon fishes his thick, gorgeous cock out of his slacks. He’s already at full mast and it’s rather exciting to see how hard he is just from watching me get undressed. It’s oddly simple and yet so erotic that I almost feel like I’m in a dream. Nerves flutter like butterflies through my abdomen, rising to meet my racing heart as a hundred uncertain thoughts burst through my mind.

What if I’m not good enough? What if I don’t do it right? What if I don’t please him? How do I make this so amazing that he can think of nothing else?

Leon remains resting back on the desk but he widens his stance, allowing me to slot in between his legs. His thick cock stretches out to greet me. I wrap my left hand around the shaft, his length immediately jumping and twitching against my palm. My core clenches simultaneously, and soon Leon’s crown is glistening with precum from how turned on he is.

I look up at him through my lashes. The moment our eyes lock, I part my lips and gently stroke my tongue over the swollen head of his cock. The slightly salty taste of precum over my tongue is scarcely noticeable after the Vodka, but I’m more focused on how Leon’s eyes half close in pleasure. His hands rest on the desk on either side of his hips, gripping tightly as I continue to lavish attention over the head of his cock. I lap slowly, swirling my tongue in circles, creating a point to apply more pressure over the more sensitive underside of his crown.

Leon groans and a shiver of excitement warms my spine. I open my mouth wider, pressing only the head of his cock past my lips.

Keeping my hand wrapped around the shaft, I continue my intense attention to only his crown. Long, open-mouthed kisses over the velvety soft skin, lazy licks of my tongue, and the occasional suckle when I wrap my lips around the crown. I know I’m teasing him but I can’t look away from his eyes. Watching every flicker of pleasure and desire cross his face is intoxicating.

“You’re a tease, Brooke,” Leon says, his voice low and raspy.

Each time I kiss his cock, his length twitches in my hand and my heart jumps. Teasing is exactly what I’m going for and it’s good to know it’s working. But I won’t push my luck.

Soon, I change tactics and allow another inch of Leon’s cock into my mouth. It’s now less about teasing and more about finding a rhythm that works for both of us.

I start slowly, hollowing my cheeks to suck hard while pressing my tongue flat to the underside, trapping him against the roof of my mouth. Careful of my teeth, I rock back and forth, making maintaining eye contact harder. His cock is thick and a subtle ache forms in my jaw. I have to focus more on my breathing as I slide another inch past my lips on my next rock forward, then another until the crown of his cock bumps the back of my throat.

Tears spark at the corner of my eyes and when I look up, Leon’s eyes are closed. His chest is heaving deeply and his knuckles are white against the desk. I pause and his eyes dart open, looking down at me.

“All the way,” he gasps. “That’s a good girl.”

Fuck, his praise turns me on. I’m so wet that my thighs are becoming slick and I can feel my heartbeat down in my core as my pussy aches for attention.

With a deep breath, I relax my throat as much as I can and slide forward until his cock penetrates my throat, my nose nudging the trimmed, well-kept hair curled across his pelvis. Leon places one hand in my hair, winding it around his fingers.

Suddenly, I’m no longer in control. He pulls tightly at my hair but he has enough in his fist that it’s not painful. An unexpected jolt of pleasure lances down to my core and I moan around his cock.

“You like that, huh?” Leon grunts, taking over the pace and thrusting his cock down my throat. “You like being told what to do? Like getting your hair pulled? Now I’m curious what else you’ve been hiding from me, Brooke.”

I’d tell him this was all news to me too but I can’t speak. Breathing quickly becomes a struggle as Leon’s long thrusts shorten into rapid bucks of his hips as he chases his pleasure down my throat. The more he thrusts deeply, the weaker my restraint against gagging becomes and the first time I choke on his cock, a sharper moan punches out of Leon.

“Fuck,” he gasps. “The way your throat grips me when you do that… fucking hell.”

He stops pulling out altogether instead performing short, sharp thrusts that keep him buried in my throat, forcing me to choke each time and driving his pleasure higher and higher. I can barely breathe around his thickness and pressure swells in my chest, mixing with the exhilarating thrill each time he pulls hard on my hair and jerks me forward. My head grows light and my core pulses. His moans drift down around me like fog and a warm sense of satisfaction settles in my gut.

Suddenly, Leon jerks me forward until he’s fully buried in my throat and his cock gives a powerful twitch. Then he’s coming with a deep cry, pouring his cum down my throat with ease. I swallow reflexively, closing my eyes while a few stray tears roll down my cheeks. Then Leon pulls his cock free, keeping just the head in my mouth for the last few spurts of cum.

“Swallow it all, my good girl,” Leon murmurs.

His taste floods my mouth and despite my reflex to cough, I swallow down his seed and open my eyes. Leon’s staring at me with a rosy flush on his cheeks, a small smile curling across his lips. I gasp as his cock slips free from my mouth. Leon uses the grip in my hair to tilt my head back as he leans over me and cups my face with his other hand. His thumb traces over my cheek, lightly stroking away the tears. Then he kisses me full on the mouth.

“I’m impressed,” he says breathlessly, as if he was the one who couldn’t breathe for thirty seconds. “You continue to surprise me.”

“Do you feel thanked?” I ask, licking my lips and savoring his taste.

His smile widens. “Ask me again at the end.”

He suddenly pulls me to my feet, his hand still in my hair, and again, a surprising rush of desire moves through me like the thrill of a rollercoaster ride. Leon switches out positions, pushing me against his desk so firmly that a pen holder falls off and scatters across the wood. Before I can brace myself, his hand suddenly collides with my bare ass, and I squeal as heat flares up across my buttocks.

“Ow!”

“Was it really painful?” Leon asks, his lips suddenly against my ear. “Or are you just saying that?”

“I–I don’t know,” I gasp out, trying to decipher the overwhelming sensation. Did it hurt? Or was it just a surprise?

“Then let’s try that again. The words I’m looking for are ‘thank you.’”

His open palm strikes my ass in the exact same spot once more, and I’m met with another strange mix of pain and pleasure. The strike stings more than it hurts.

“Thank you.”

“There we go.” Leon presses my body down onto the desk, using his fistful of hair as a guide. “I bet your ass will look beautiful cherry-red.”

Another sharp spank and I yelp, jolting against the desk as he spanks my other cheek. Each blow is followed by a thank you from me that steadily grows more shaky as heat blooms across my backside.

Leon doesn’t stop. He spanks me repeatedly, switching cheeks at his leisure, and even striking me across the tops of my thighs. The pain doesn’t come until he grabs a handful of my flesh and squeezes. The pleasant heat suddenly flares and stings, causing me to lurch into the desk with a cry.

“Oh god,” I gasp as tears return to my eyes.

“Oh god, what?” Leon asks, delivering another spank.

“Oh god, thank you,” I spit out, but I can’t bring myself to explain my tears because it’s too shameful. Every strike, as unexpected as they are, has only stoked the fire of arousal in my gut, and I can’t find the words to tell him.

“Why oh god?” Leon asks, draping his hot body over me. When his other hand caresses my flaming hot ass, I’m unable to hide the moan that rises in my throat. He laughs softly before saying, “Let’s put your hands to good use.”

Heat rushes to my face and I turn my head to the side, trying to look back at him. The desk is momentarily cool against my cheek, but soon the warmth from my face heats up the wood below. “What do you mean?”

“Spread your cheeks for me, Brooke. I want to see just how wet and glistening you are.”

A hot pulse of embarrassment explodes through my chest, overwhelming me like the first burst of smothering hot air when you step off a plane somewhere humid and tropical.

“I’m waiting,” Leon says. “Or are you too good to show yourself off to me?”

With trembling hands, I reach behind and pull my cheeks apart. There’s something so embarrassing about the act, even though Leon has already seen every inch of me. Maybe it’s my yearning for another word of praise, or my desire to finally get fucked, I can’t tell, but I’m growing impatient.

“Well, would you look at that,” Leon murmurs. “You’re drenched.”

“Yes,” I gasp. “Please, Leon, I’m so turned on. I don’t know how much longer I can last.”

Leon finally releases his grip in my hair. “You’ll last as long as I tell you to,” he replies, and his tone is clear. He’s in control here. “If you are good then maybe I will allow you to come. But only if you are good. Now, thank me again.”

His hand collides with my ass once more as the trembling words escape me.

But there’s something different this time. His hand comes down directly onto my asshole and a jolt of pleasure pulses through me as warmth blooms in my most intimate areas. From there, he delivers spanks to everywhere he can reach—my cheeks, my asshole, my inner thighs, the crease between ass and thigh—avoiding the one place I crave to feel him most.

My pussy.

Each spank comes so close that my core clenches with need but he refuses to touch me there. My entire rear flames hot from his strikes. Leon rubs his hands over my inflamed skin and there’s nothing but pain. Still, I thank him because I want to be good. I need to feel him inside me, scratching the needy itch that only he can scratch. I want to be fucked senseless, and I know I’ll only get that if I’m a good girl.

The last spank is harder than the others but then Leon’s massaging my hot skin with both his hands. “I’m surprised,” he says softly. “You are a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasp, panting against his desk. This is a side of myself I never knew existed. I’m practically mindless with need and nothing else matters.

“Beg for me,” Leon orders, draping over my back and pressing me down onto the desk, still refraining from touching my pussy. “Beg for me and I’ll do something about that drenched kitty between your legs.”

“Oh yes, please!” I beg immediately. “Please, I need it so badly I can’t think straight. I can’t breathe. Every part of me aches for you. I want to come so badly on your cock. Please fuck me, Leon. I need you more than I need air. I just need to feel you, please!”

I can’t even moan when his cock finally slams into my pussy, filling me exactly how I crave. My orgasm hits almost instantly, and I’m unable to hold anything back. I scream noiselessly as every muscle in my body contracts, suspending me in a wave of ongoing pleasure. Leon nudges my hands away, and I drop them to the desk, digging my nails into the surface. He grasps my hips and fucks me with wild abandon.

My orgasm melts into another, each slam of Leon’s hips igniting a fire across my bruised flesh. His cock hits my G-spot on every thrust at this angle, and I’m falling with only him to catch me. I’ve never experienced so much pleasure and need from foreplay before, or been able to have an orgasm from penetration alone, but Leon wound me so tightly that I exploded instantly. Moans fall unhindered from my lips, sweat clings to my over-sensitive skin, and Leon’s cock pounds into me with purpose.

I’m addicted.

Suddenly, Leon drapes over me like a blanket and winds his arms around my shoulders, holding me in place as his hips become a powerful machine. My entire lower body becomes a haven of pleasure and pain, mingling together in an erotic cocktail that throws me right over the edge of a cliff.

I experience the most powerful climax I’ve ever known. My eyes roll back, my fingernails embed into the desk, and I scream myself hoarse as my orgasm takes over with the force of a hurricane. Leon comes with me, his moans of pleasure equally loud, and together, we soar through waves of ecstasy.

Afterward, we move to the couch. I find myself dizzy once the orgasm completely fades and Leon brings me a bottle of water. He then applies a soothing balm to my raw skin and wraps me in a fluffy robe, encouraging me to rest on the couch. It’s the best aftercare a girl could ask for in such a situation. He even offers to run me a bath but I decline; I’m too tired to move.

Once we’ve settled back into reality, Leon walks naked to the wet bar and pours us both a drink. Straight Vodka for him but he adds a splash of cranberry juice to mine. Our eyes meet as he hands me the drink, and I smile warmly at him.

“Brooke,” he says calmly, sitting across from me. “Why do you owe the Irish Mafia seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars?”