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Leon groans and rests his forehead against mine while shoving his cock as far into me as he can manage. I scream out around the tape and my thighs yet again fight in these ropes, but it’s useless.

At least the positive is that Leon has stopped thrusting into me, so I’m pretty sure this is finally over.

I hope he’ll give me an ice pack to put over this new piercing that is already throbbing so badly that I want to cry.

Leon leans against me for a few minutes while he catches his breath, but I can’t focus on anything but how full I feel and thethrobbing of this piercing. So when he finally sits up and pulls out of me, I sigh in relief and my body relaxes in these ropes.

I pick my head up as best as I can, watching him roll the condom off of his cock. I watch as he shoves the end of the condom into my pussy and dumps its contents inside of me. I jerk my body, hoping that his cum will seep out of me, but he shoves his fingers into me and massages his cum as far into me as he can reach.

“Cum for me, ma fleur, we gotta make sure every drop gets as far as it can.” He says calmly.

I fight in the ropes, but by now I realize that it’s pointless and that all I’m doing is hurting myself, I just can’t stop. It’s second nature to want out of these bindings and to not want this cum in me.

His fingers massage inside of me, curling up into me with his cum as lube until I feel myself tensing around his fingers, but it’s his thumb rubbing against my sore and sensitive clit that finally drives me over the edge, and I cum with a scream.

“Good girl. You took that so well, maybe next time we can think before breaking my rules, I’m sure your next punishment will somehow hurt worse and you don’t want to find out what I can come up with.” He states.

I sag into the grass, sweating and exhausted, my body somehow can’t move as he unties me from the trees and leaves me to curl into myself.

I know that logically this is the perfect time to run, but I can’t. I can’t make myself do anything but to hug my legs to my chest until I’m lifted into Leon’s arms and carried off.

The sick part is that a small part of me is already ready for the next time he offers to let me run.

Chapter 37

Leon Aldon

Maeve’s head falls limp on my chest shortly after I pick her up to bring her back inside.

Realistically, I know her body was too exhausted to beat me, but she was up for the challenge and I was up for the chase.

And boy, do I not regret a single thing that happened.

My angelic girl looked beautiful as she ran through the field and the forest, looking terrified, exhausted, and aroused.

Even in crappy sweatpants and a loose-fitted t-shirt, I was hard as a fucking rock watching her run and seeing her bun continueto loosen a little with each step until her gorgeous brown hair was simply a mess of waves all over the place.

Even better than getting to fuck her ass is the permanent reminder of tonight, the adorable silver hoop through her clit.

I’m so glad that it worked out how it did. I had been practicing that for a while with a little silicone practice mold, but I couldn’t be sure that she had the proper anatomy until I got up close and personal with her.

I get Maeve inside and lay her in our bed, but I’m not ready to sleep yet. I still have a handful of things to get done before I’m able to join her.

I clean up the little bit of a mess we’ve made from our day on the couch and put away all of the delivered groceries that had been left in insulated bags on my porch about ten minutes ago.

I could not have timed that more perfectly if I had tried.

I also spend an embarrassingly long time scrubbing the entire kitchen and throwing away anything and everything that could possibly be contaminated.

I refuse to let my girl get sick again due to my carelessness, but at least I know that if it happens again, I know exactly how to help her.

Not that I ever plan to have a repeat of today.

Once the house is in order, my notes are finished, and my computer is put away, I decide it’s finally time to get a little sleep.

I have to head into work tomorrow, and it’ll likely be a long day with how many appointments I had to miss today on such short notice.

It would have been easier if my patients were willing to see another psychiatrist in the office, but they only trust me. It’s an unfortunate flaw of being the best, I suppose.

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