Page 90 of Petite Fleur

Leon sighs again, rubbing his hands along my swollen belly, the lingering reminder of last night. "I can't do that, but I refuse to cage you in this house, so I just have to deal with the pain until you're comfortable enough here not to run." He says.

I huff, frustrated with this entire situation. "If I were going to try to run again, I would have done it while you were at work." I point out.

That's not entirely true; I did spend an entire day trying to cut this collar off.

I don't know what the heck this thing is made out of, but the bolt cutters I found in his junk drawer did nothing to it. I'm not going to tell him that, though. It's not like it makes a difference; I'm not going to run. I'm not even going to try because I know there's no point. There's no hope for me. I'm here until he decides he's done with me. "Why won't you let me leave?" I finally ask.

I want to hear from him what he wants from me.

Leon trails his hand down from my stomach to between my legs. His hand slides into my sweatpants until his fingers graze over my clit.

"I told you. This is your home; you belong here with me." He says, kissing the side of my face. His fingers rub against my clit, making me have to bite down on my lip to suppress any noises.

Why do his fingers feel so good?

Why does his cock feel even better?

I shouldn't be enjoying the feeling of my captor violating me, but I do; I love it. "I can give you the life you deserve. One where you can grow a beautiful garden and one where our babies can grow their own gardens. One where dinner will be waiting for me when I get home from work, but once I walk through that door, you're not to lift a finger." He goes on to say.

His fingers slide past my clit, circling my wet core. He slowly probes into me, a little at a time, before two of his thick fingers are fully seated inside of me. I tilt my hips, giving him an angle that feels better for me.

"When I come home from work, I'll serve dinner, bathe the kids, and put them to bed. Then, when the kids are asleep, I can put another baby in you while you tell me about your day." He says against the shell of my ear.

I hate the shiver that goes through my body at his words and his warm breath in my ear. I hate that as his fingers curl up inside of me, I'm getting wetter and wetter. I'm climbing so high towards an orgasm that I don't want him to have, but I also don't want him to ruin it.

"Do you like that idea, fleur?" He asks me, biting onto my earlobe. His thumb moves onto my clit, rubbing circles over my clit.

I jerk in his hold, and the moan I've been holding in finally comes out as a strangled and desperate plea.

I can practically feel the smug look on Leon's face at the sound I just made; he bites my ear again, making me jolt at the feeling. I feel him slowly push a third finger into me, and the stretch is too much. It burns, but so does his cock, so I guess I'd better get used to it.

"Do you like the idea of me treating you like a goddess during the day, waiting on you hand and foot? Fuck, I'd get down on my hands and knees if you asked me to, but at night, you're my slut. Mine to tie up and fuck. Mine to hurt and control. During the day, I'll do anything you say, but at night, you listen to me." He says against my ear.

I'm embarrassed at how flooded my pussy just got at his words. I love how that sounds. I love the idea of being used and worshiped at the same time. "Leon…” I say with a moan. I feel myself getting so close that I want to scream. I'm so high right now that it feels like finally crashing into bliss will leave my throat raw from screaming.

"Mmm, that’s right, ma fleur. You’ll serve me perfectly, my perfect little toy. Now cum for me." He says into my ear.

When Leon talks like this, it's hard to remember the bad.

I lay my head back onto his shoulder, closing my eyes to enjoy the feeling of his fingers. "You're my slut, Maeve. This cunt is mine; this body is mine to do whatever I want to, whenever I want." He adds in.

That would ruin my orgasm if I weren't already falling into pure bliss.

I feel my pussy clamp down around his fingers and I feel my arousal gush out of me and onto his hand. Stars blur my vision, my legs shake, and my body heats up until I'm practically twitching in his hold.

It's humiliating that he was able to make me cum while telling me that my body is not my own anymore.

"I need to fuck that sweet little cunt." Leon says. I feel him pull his hand out of my sweatpants and grab onto my waistband.

Now would be the time to test if my consent ever did matter to him. "No." I say as sternly as I can muster.

Surprisingly, his hands freeze. He doesn't proceed with pulling my sweatpants off, even though I can feel how hard he is pressed against my butt. "What?" He asks me.

What's surprising is that he doesn't even sound mad; he sounds confused. "I said no, you’re a monster." I answer.

I feel his teeth dig into my earlobe until goosebumps line my neck, and pain overwhelms me.

Was it a mistake saying that?

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