Page 23 of Burning Bridges

He takes my hands and pulls me back up to standing, and I just stare back at him. I couldn’t be a smart mouth right now if I wanted to. I’m a little in shock at the way I’m reacting, but I like the way he takes control. It makes me feel even more treasured by him. “Take off your dress.” His voice is smooth and has lost the cruel edge it normally carries. He’s different in here. This is the real Leo, the one I fell for when I was young.

I unfasten my dress at the neck, letting the top of the soft fabric fall, exposing my bare breasts. He steps out of his pants and is unbuttoning his shirt. As he exposes his chiseled abdomen, I suck in a breath. The regular sessions he does with his brothers in the MMA gym have certainly paid off. His chest looks as though it’s carved of stone, and I want to run my tongue over it.

His eyes are filled with a burning heat, telling me one orgasm will never be enough for him. They warm my skin as they run over my bare flesh. He likes what he sees, and I don’t know why I care so much, but I do. The other night when I was standing in the window putting on a show for him, I couldn’t see his reaction, but I like the way it feels to have his eyes on me like this. Showing me how obsessed he is with my body.

I push the fabric over my hips, letting it pool at my feet. Then step over it, glad to be free of the barrier between us. The approval in his features fills me with more confidence than I have ever felt. I don’t normally care what men think about me, but I want Leo consumed by every little detail. I want him to leave here tonight so desperate to have me again that he takes back his earlier comment about it being a one-time thing.

“Thong as well,” he breathes, looking like he is about to lose control all over again just at the sight of me. And even though he just filled my mouth, his cock hangs heavy between his legs, like he is ready to go again.

I make a show of hooking my thumbs in the side of my thong and slide it down my legs. Just like the other night, he motions for me to turn around. I do as I’m told, giving him a full view of all my assets. I say assets because I know they are. My tits might be fake, but they are the best money can buy and are a perfect teardrop shape. And even though I have given birth to a child, my stomach is flat and devoid of any stretch marks, my hips are full, and my ass is round. I work out every day to make sure I stay in shape. I was taught from a young age how important it is for a woman to take care of her appearance. And that lesson has stayed with me.

It’s a cruel voice in my head every time I see my reflection. I need to be nothing less than perfection. I know how sad that sounds, but it’s the only thing that has never let me down. This world I live in is run by men who thrive on the power of having a beautiful woman on their arm, and even more irresistible than an attractive woman they can have, is one they can only fantasize about being with.

Leo, on the other hand, is a little different. I know he needs more. And I’m willing to give him everything if it gets me what I want, including full control in his playroom. He will never get it from me in the real world, but tonight, I can let him have it. Our eyes pass a silent message, almost like we're challenging each other to make the next move. He said he will be in control, but now that he has me here in front of him, he looks like he doesn’t know what to do with me next.

Take me to hell with you, baby, I want everything you do.

And as if he hears my thoughts, he stalks toward me, forcing me back toward the couch. “On your back for me, legs spread. I want to taste you.”

I drop back on the soft leather cushion, running my hands down my legs and forcing them wide apart for him.

He drops to his knees, running his hands under my ass and lifting me off the surface of the couch, pulling me toward his face. He inhales, growling into my pussy right before he licks my scorching skin. My body relaxes knowing he’s going to give me what I need. What I have needed for so long. Part of me thought he might tease me like he did the other night and not actually go through with it, but the way he laps me up, he’s like a man possessed.

I reach for his hair, running my fingers through it as I watch him. He’s so hot, absolute male perfection. His eyes rise to meet mine as he pushes two fingers inside of me, watching for my reaction. “Fuck,” I murmur. Everything he's doing with his hands and his tongue is just so good.

He drops his eyes away from mine, almost like he can’t stand to look at me, but he continues to pleasure me in a way I’ve never felt before. The pulse of his fingers takes me to a place where I’m hovering just above my release. I could let go right now, but I don’t want this to be over, not yet. I don’t even know what he's doing that’s so good, but he has my body lifting off the couch to meet his hand, wanting more, needing more.

Like he knows, he moves with more determination, hitting my clit in a way that sets me on fire. “Come for me, Piper,” he growls into my pussy, his command tipping me over, even though I didn’t want it to.

“Yes, Leo.” I let his name slip from my lips, even though I know I shouldn’t. My body quivers as the earth-shattering orgasm ripples through me. He moves his fingers slowly, still pulsing. I let my eyes close and enjoy the moment. I wish I could stop time and just stay here with him in this place that feels so right.

He removes his fingers, taking them to his lips and sucking my juices like he has waited his entire life to taste my release. I stare back at him like he is the most beautiful human on the planet. Because in this moment, he is. It’s not what others would see looking at this beast of a man, all muscle and scars and ink, but to me he is, and after the way he just brought me undone, I can’t see him any other way. My heart flutters in a way it shouldn’t, making me feel giddy.

I shake my head, knowing I need to get my shit together. With this heavy lust fog taking over my brain, I shouldn’t even be saying all of this in my head, it’s crazy talk. This isn’t about how I feel about him, this is supposed to be my way into his life so I can get the information my brother needs. Leo looks back at me the same way, and for the first time since I thought of this plan, I feel like this is a terrible idea. Leo is trouble for me. The strange flutter turns into a race as panic sets in.

He stands and crosses the room to a set of drawers which he opens, taking out a few items and laying them on the bed. “Come over here,” he tells me. His voice has lost the warmth it was starting to have. Something just shifted between us, and he’s back to cold Leo. Good. It’s comforting in a way; this Leo I can handle. I know how to navigate him. The one who was looking at me like I’m his entire world, not so much.

On wobbly legs, I make my way over to him.

“Turn around.”

I do as he says, and he takes my hair in his hands, pulling it behind my head. Then he places a silky blindfold over my eyes.

“Can you see how many fingers I’m holding up?” he asks.

“No,” I answer honestly. With the lighting in this room already so low and now the blindfold, I can’t see a thing. My breath catches in my throat with anticipation of what he is about to do to me, but the blindfold has also just added a layer of something else, making all my other senses hyperaware.

He helps me onto the bed, positioning me so I’m lying on my back and my arms are above my head. He is eerily quiet. The silence between us is suddenly deafening. I feel some sort of a tie slide over my wrists; he must be binding them. Leo is into bondage. The thought doesn’t surprise me, and if I wasn’t completely in the dark, I would encourage it, but with the blackness, I’m starting to feel out of my depth. This week has already thrown me enough. I thought tonight would be a nice distraction from the thoughts that have started taking over again, but this has me right back there.

He kisses my neck roughly, and I feel his stubble scratch along my skin. It sends a shiver through my body, and I get a flashback. I was trying to stop them, push the thoughts that haunt me away, but I can’t with the dark and the silence between us. My heart hammers so loud I can hear it in my ears. I know I’m not back there. Deep down I know I’m safe with Leo, but with this blindfold on, it’s so dark. I can’t find words to tell him. I tug at the restraints on my arms, needing to break free of them. My skin breaks out into a cold sweat.

“Piper, are you okay?” Leo finally breaks the silence.

“No,” I squeak out, feeling like I’m losing control of my body.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice full of concern.

I struggle with the ties on my wrists. My breathing is labored, and I feel like I’m going to pass out at any second. “Leo, I need to see you,” I cry, not understanding my own words. I know what I signed up for here, and I thought I was okay with it because of who it was with. But I’m not. As soon as I couldn’t see him anymore, the fear took over, and I was trapped back in the past in a nightmare.

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