Page 134 of Petite Fleur

Even if I didn’t have to be at her side, I would be. It’s going to scare her when she wakes up and realizes the muscle relaxers I gave her will make it hard for her to move.

Maeve wakes up with a jolt and tries to sit up.

I know she can't; she's weak from the muscle relaxers, and her wrists are strapped down, but she doesn’t know yet and cries when she sees where she is.

"No…" She says so sadly that it breaks my fucking heart.

I immediately squat down in front of her and run my hand through her hair. "You're okay, ma fleur. It's okay." I promise her.

Maeve starts to cry after a minute of trying to move her body, huffing in defeat when she realizes that she can't. "I didn't do anything wrong." She says just as sadly.

I keep stroking her hair gently, staring into those gorgeous brown eyes that I intend to stare into forever. "No, you didn't. You're perfect, it's okay, you're okay. I'm not going to hurt you. I'd never hurt you. You had a heat stroke. This is just the coldest room in the house.” I calmly tell her.

I will punish her for scaring me, but not right now, and never without her knowing about it.

I hate that she thought she was down here to die. I'd never hurt my beautiful girl. But she's either still a little disoriented from the heat stroke or doesn't believe me because her tears don't stop. "Just make it quick. A gun, maybe? I don't want to die slowly. Please don't burn me like you did those guys!" She cries out.

My girl is going to be hysterical soon if I can't calm her down.

I shush Maeve, stroking my hand through her hair while she lays on my table. "Hey, shh. I'd never hurt you. I'd never let anyone else hurt you; you're okay, ma fleur. You're just here to cool down, I promise." I say calmly to her.

This girl is breaking my fucking heart by thinking I'd ever hurt her.

"Pinky promise?" She asks quietly. I slide my hand under her cooling blanket and take her hand into mine before unbuckling that wrist from the table. I pull her hand out from under the blanket, linking my pinky with hers, and bring her hand to my lips so I can kiss her soft knuckles while I hold onto her. "I promise, my love. I'd never hurt you." I swear to her.

I keep her hand in mine, kissing her knuckles several more times while she lays there; I just can't keep my eyes off of her. "You scared me today." I admit.

This beautiful goddess of mine sighs, turning her head as best as she can to stare at me. "I'm sorry. That puppy hurt its paw. Where's the puppy?" She asks me.

I laugh, running my hand through my girl's hair again. "She's fine. It looked like she tore one of her nails. The owner picked her up a little bit ago; they're going to take her to the emergency vet." I explain.

My girl smiles at that a little. "Can we go upstairs? It's scary down here." She says quietly.

I grin and kiss my girl’s knuckle again. “Of course, but now that you’re awake, I need you to know that not scaring me is one of my rules. Do you know what happens when you break my rules?” I ask.

My girl gulps, looking visibly nervous, and nods. “You mark me in some way. Are you going to hurt me?” She asks quietly.

I shake my head no and stand up, securing my girl’s wrist back to the table while I head to my cabinet of tools. “Yes, but you won’t feel it much.” I promise her.

I grab the few things I need and keep them out of sight while I set everything up; I can’t have her knowing what’s about to happen before I do it.

I like surprises.

“Leon, I’m sorry; I said I was sorry.” She whines while I uncover her lower half from under the blanket and pull her legs apart.

I grin down at the sight of her shaved cunt, stained blue from the popsicle, and strap her ankles apart. “I know, ma fleur, and now you’ll think twice before choosing some fucking dog over your health. What if my child was in there? You could have killed you both, then where would I be?” I ask.

Chapter 53

Maeve Henderson

What is happening?

I can’t move, I’m freezing cold, I’m nauseous, and now Leon is standing between my legs with a smug grin on his face.

“Leon, I’m sorry; I said I was sorry.” I beg.

I don’t know what he plans to do and while, logically, I know he’s not going to hurt me, I’m scared.

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