Page 128 of Petite Fleur

Leon said in the shower the other day that I have something dark in me, maybe he's right? Maybe I am twisted like he is.

Maybe the twisted and dark parts of ourselves can fit together.

“Take your panties off, ma fleur.” He says out of nowhere and I think my eyes bulge out of my head.

“What?” I ask, just to make sure that I didn’t hallucinate what he’d just asked of me.

He takes several large steps until he’s in front of me and grabs onto my hips, lifting me onto a cold metal table. “I said take your fucking panties off. No worries, ma fleur, I can do it for you if you won’t listen.” He says against my lips.

Despite the smells in this room, all I can focus on is how close to me he is and how he’s standing between my legs. When his fingers slide underneath my shorts and into my underwear, I think my brain shuts down. “Hmm, so wet at a time like this? Naughty naughty girl.” He teases.

I think my face is every shade of red that exists, but again, I can’t focus on anything else. Even as these men scream, cry, and beg for mercy, I can only focus on Leon’s fingers sliding inside of me.

He curls his fingers into me, pumping slowly while his teeth dig harshly into my bottom lip until a very faint coppery taste takes over his kiss, and I whine into his mouth. “That’s my little masochist, cum.” He says firmly.

I rock my hips in the motion of his hand, feeling how far he is inside of me and feeling myself getting closer and closer to what I know will be an embarrassing orgasm that several people will witness, but it’s inevitable.

When his thumb flicks the piercing through my sensitive clit, I scream into his mouth and let him swallow the sounds of my orgasm.

The screaming that echoes in the room around us only spur on the pleasure of his fingers pumping into me and my pussy pulsing around them. “Please.” I whine, not even sure what I’m begging for.

“Shh, keep going, ma fleur.” He mumbles against my lips before finally giving me a kiss that doesn’t involve teeth.

I feel myself twitch in his arms, but he holds me steadily against him until my orgasm subsides and I sag in his embrace, only then does he pull his fingers from me.

I feel hazy while he lifts my hips and pulls both my underwear and my shorts off, but I grab onto his wrist to stop him, not wanting them to see me exposed. “You’ll get your shorts back.” He reassures me.

I watch while Leon rounds the table to Mark and grins down at him. “You wanted to spit on my love, so now you get a very fortunate treat. You’ll never scream again, but the last thing you’ll ever taste is my wife’s pussy. I hope it was worth it.” He explains.

There it goes again, my face is so hot that I think I’m sweating.

I can’t tell if this possessive display is arousing, embarrassing, or terrifying.

Maybe all of the above.

“Fuck you!” Mark shouts, but Leon grips onto his chin so tightly that he howls in pain seconds before my underwear is jammed into his mouth.

“Again, I hope it was worth it.” Leon explains as he opens what I have to assume is a tube of superglue and permanently silences Mark, just as he promised.

"This will take a while, possibly days. How about we head upstairs?" Leon asks me.

I nod, feeling uneasy about their suffering but somehow also feeling lighter that they paid for what they did to Abby, or maybe it’s just the incredible orgasm that was just forced out of me; who knows?

Who cares?

"I will handle their bodies. You never have to see them again." He promises me.

I stand up and wrap my arms around his waist, hugging onto him while the men scream out in agony behind us, but theirsuffering is on deaf ears when Leon smiles at me like I'm the center of his universe. "I love you." I finally say to him.

I feel like maybe I've felt this for a while.

Maybe I've known all along and just refused to admit it until now.

In a way, this feels like a fresh start.

Chapter 50

Leon Aldon

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