Chapter 36: Hidden Heir: Chapter 36

I can’t sleep.

Two hours of tossing and turning with Leon sleeping soundly next to me is driving me crazy. I’m restless for reasons unknown. I contemplate getting up and doing some work but the thought of leaving the bed is daunting so I don’t. I stay tucked in with my eyes closed, willing myself to sleep but it doesn’t come.

Should I get up and go for a run?

Work out?

Make some food?

A hundred suggestions flood my mind, and while some of them sound appealing, I have no desire to leave bed and actually go do them. My mind is tired but my body thrums with energy. Rolling from side to side, I turn onto my stomach then to my back—again. Leon’s voice drifts through the dark.

“Are you fighting someone over there?” he asks, his voice heavy with sleep. “Should I call Rik?”

“Can’t sleep,” I murmur. “Super restless.”

“I can tell.” The sound of him moving through the sheets ends with him pressing against me, the broad warmth of his chest sending a shiver down my spine. “How can I help?”

“I don’t know,” I mumble, blinking through the dark to try and make out his face. “I feel like I should do something to tire myself out. My mind is tired but my body isn’t.”

“Poor baby,” Leon murmurs. “You want to get up?”

“No.”

“Exercise?”

“No.”

“Massage?”

“Mmm… no. Sorry.” His suggestions are good but none of them sound like they’ll soothe the restless itch in my bones. His hand slides over my abdomen, his thumb caressing one of my scars.

His touch is incredibly soothing so maybe a massage is exactly what I need. But the thought of lying here being caressed doesn’t seem quite right. I need something else. Something more.

In a surge of confidence, I push Leon away so that I can climb on top of him. I catch his wrists and pin his hands above his head. Strength wise, I have no chance and I’m only able to do it because he allows me to, but it still sends a thrill through my body as he lays underneath me.

“Do you need a different way to become tired out?” Leon asks. I can hear his smirk in the dark.

“Maybe,” I reply, rolling my naked hips down onto his soft cock. “But you’re not even interested.”

“Darling, I’m always interested.”

“Fuck me then,” I demand. “Fuck me until my body is as exhausted as my mind.”

“So bossy,” Leon replies, his wrists flexing under my grip.

“Please,” I whine. “I want to feel you all over. I want your hands in my hair and your fingers on my skin. I want you to fuck me so hard that I can’t breathe. I want you to take me apart like you used to. Please.”

Leon doesn’t reply at first.

“Unless you’re too chicken,” I say, releasing his wrists and settling my full weight back on his hips. His cock twitches underneath me and I manage a smile before he surges upward and flips our positions. I hit the mattress with a delighted squeal. I’m on my stomach with Leon over top of me, his knees on either side of my hips. He drags one arm lightly up my back as his other hand slides into my hair, grabbing a fistful and lifting me an inch away from the pillow.

“Do you think I’m too chicken?” he asks in a low voice, sounding much more awake than he did a few minutes ago. “Is that really how you should be talking to me?”

“I don’t know,” I taunt breathlessly as my heart rate picks up and every fiber of my being screams yes. “Maybe you’ve gotten soft but if I have to find something else to give me the good, hard fucking I need—ahh!”

Leon shoves my head back down into the pillow and releases my arm in favor of pushing his hand between my legs. Two fingers enter me immediately and my eyes roll back in my head.

Yes.

“Message received,” Leon murmurs, his lips caressing the shell of my ear. “Loud and clear, darling.”

And he meant it.

Leon turns on the bedside light so we can see each other and orders me to stay put. Naturally, I don’t. Each time he tries to move away from me, I latch onto him, keeping him close until he ends up taking one of his silk ties and binds my wrists together. After securing the end to one post on the headboard, he slides from the bed and vanishes.

When he returns, the games begin. It starts with a vibrating toy between my legs that’s fixated on my clit and only my clit. Each time I try to move my hips to ease the stimulation and feel contact elsewhere, he spanks me across the ass or thigh and repositions the toy. Intense pleasure warms just below my navel as my core flexes repeatedly through the onslaught of continuous stimulation. I get close to orgasm within half a minute but just as I squirm on the bed ready to give myself over to it, Leon retracts the toy and slaps me firmly on the pussy.

The shock of the impact is enough to distract me from the pleasure and I stare up at Leon in shock.

“I didn’t say you could come yet,” he smirks down at me, gripping my jaw with one hand. “Did I?”

“No,” I gasp, my chest heaving. “Please.”

“You woke me up. You wouldn’t stay still. I’m not finished with you yet.” He kisses me firmly as he slides two fingers inside my hot pussy. I clench down immediately and moan deeply as he starts to finger me. The kiss becomes impossibly messy as pleasure wracks my body.

Again, just as I draw close, Leon pulls his fingers free.

“Nope,” he smirks again, lightly biting my lower lip. “Not yet.”

That’s how he plays it for hours. He spanks my ass raw while using a vibrator to tease the entrance of my pussy, slowly pulling me toward my orgasm only for him to deny it. He kisses my body and lavishes attention on my breasts, licking and sucking my nipples until they’re swollen and aching, throbbing in time to the ache between my legs.

Still, he denies me.

He kisses me until I’m breathless, grinding his hard cock against my pussy while dancing the vibrator across my nipples He then settles it against my clit, holding it there while maintaining eye contact.

Each time he lets me get a little closer to orgasm and each time, he denies me.

Soon, I’m drenched in sweat, my body alight with need. My ass throbs from spanking, my thighs ache from clenching, and the slightest hint of contact with my pussy makes me moan. I’m wound so tight I think I might explode.

“Please,” I gasp as Leon pulls back from a long, deep kiss. “Please, I’m so close, please.”

“What if I just left you like this?” He massages my breasts, pulling at my nipples while grinding his aching cock against my thigh. “I could get off on you right now and then go back to sleep, making you wait for me to fuck you in the morning.”

While the idea is incredibly erotic, I’m sure I would go mindless from need if he did such a thing. “I need you,” I say. “Right now!”

I plead until finally, Leon relents. He flips me over onto my stomach, adjusts the tie around my wrists so that it remains firm but painless, then lifts my hips so that my knees are tucked underneath me. He slides two fingers into my pussy and I shudder, moaning loudly as hot shivers take over my body.

“You are one needy little thing, aren’t you,” Leon says. “Just as well I can’t stand listening to you for much longer.”

I’m about to reply when Leon thrusts his cock inside me. When my lips part, all I can do is moan and gasp against the pillow. With my head turned to the side so I can breathe, my world narrows down to our bodies joined as one. Leon grips my hair and pulls me off the bed slightly, sending a delicious ache down my spine. His other hand grips my hips and he starts to fuck me like a man possessed.

I’m in heaven.

Each slap of his hips against my ass ignites the fire from the raw, spanked skin. His cock reaches impossibly deep from this angle as his balls slap against my pussy, each impact sending a jolt from my clit through my core. I can barely breathe. He fucks me so fast that there’s barely any time to register the onslaught of pleasure before I come.

My orgasm is so powerful that I almost shake apart in his arms, moaning and gasping while each thrust punches air out of me. My hands ball into fists and my toes curl. I arch my back and beg with moans for more. Leon obliges because he keeps fucking me. Each thrust grows harder and harder, as if he’s trying to carve a new path inside me so he can stay there forever.

“Yes,” I chant, squeezing around his cock. “Yes, yes, yes!”

“Fuck,” Leon grunts. “You’re so fucking hot, you know that? Do you still think I’m chicken? Do you really think there’s any chance you’ll be walking tomorrow?”

I can’t answer. His thrusts are a blur and pleasure no longer comes in waves. It’s constant. I feel like I’m drowning and he’s the only thing that can save me.

My second orgasm crashes over me just as fast as the first and it’s so powerful that I go limp. There are no thoughts in my mind, no focus in my heart, only sensations in my body that make my limbs tremble and my pulse race. Leon lets me sink back down onto the bed, slamming his hips forward and burying himself as deep as he can.

When he comes, a deep sense of bliss settles over me and I moan with satisfaction. Leon grinds against me, milking himself until he’s empty. Then he collapses to the side, unbinds my wrists, and pulls me into his arms. We lay together, a sweaty, trembling mess. our skin warm against one another.

“Better?” Leon pants, repeatedly kissing my temple.

I have no words.

I am completely and utterly satisfied.

Sleep is almost instant.