“Is this really necessary?” I grumbled as Leo pushed through the bathroom door to our suite with me in his arms. Why he still felt the need to carry me everywhere was beyond me. How he always managed to open doors so gracefully while holding me baffled me.
When we had finally gotten back to the resort, I stood from the car before he had a chance to cut the engine. I had limped halfway to the main lobby by the time he caught up with me just to scoop me into his arms. The only protest I offered was an exasperated sigh as we passed a very pleased-looking Gloria.
Leo said nothing as he sat me down on the toilet before he turned away from me. He walked to the bathtub and flipped the water on the hottest setting. After plugging the tub, he stood to his full height and stalked back toward me. I watched him as he gracefully sank to his knees in front of me.
He gripped the bottom of my shirt before gently taking the ruined garment above my head. His eyes gobbled up the sight of my lace bra before bringing the strap from my shoulder down my arm. He leaned into me before planting a soft kiss against the indent the tight strap had made against the skin there. He repeated his process to the other side before reaching around my back to unstrap it completely. My breasts bounced free as the thin fabric slid down to reveal my tightened nipples.
I was so sore and tired from the events of the day but that didn’t stop my body from reacting to Leo’s ministrations.
His mellowed gaze never left me as he tossed the bra to the side. I half-expected him to pull me to him and put his mouth on other parts of me. I tried not to think too much about it as he moved on to my shorts. His deft fingers quickly unbuttoned them. I lifted my hips for him as he slipped the thin denim along with my panties down my legs.
His nostrils flared as lust registered in his gaze as he looked me up and down. His rough hands grazed down my legs. Starting at my upper thighs, I nearly moaned as his big hands kneaded the tight muscles he found there. He worked his way down my exposed flesh until stopping briefly at my knees. He inspected the scrapes quickly before moving on.
When he reached my swollen ankle, I gasped and then held my breath as he gently prodded the area. As softly as he could, he unlaced my shoes before slipping them off my sore feet. Next, he pulled my shorts completely from my legs before removing my socks.
He moved my sprained ankle in slow circles as I winced down at him. He deemed it not broken before gently placing it back onto the cold tile. His hands traveled back up my legs and his eyes followed. His gaze continued its uphill climb as his hands stilled along my hips. When he squeezed the flesh there I felt hot arousal flood my core.
He then met my gaze and I saw more than lust in those honey eyes. Worry, fear, and deep love are what I found lurking there.
I surrendered myself as he leaned forward to take my lips with his. He didn’t demand entrance like I had become used to. He gently ate at my lips with soft presses and licks. I moaned against him as I immersed myself in the feeling.
When he finally pulled away, I found myself leaning in toward him seeking more. I nearly whimpered as he stood again and stepped away from me. I watched as he picked up the sweet-smelling lavender soap beside the tub before dumping the contents into the steaming water. He opened the jar of Epsom salts and poured a healthy amount into the water as well. After the water was frothy, he turned the faucet off.
He then walked over to the first aid kit and pulled out a disinfectant wipe. After ripping the package open, he gently cleaned the open wound on my cheek. I winced at the sting but didn’t move away from him. It hurt to the touch but not as much as the turmoil that rolled in my gut.
When he was done, I stood from my spot and opened my arms for him as he stepped up to me. It was useless to try and fight him about it. If he wanted to carry me, who was I to stop him? He obviously felt the need to take care of me after the scare I’d given him.
He picked me up with ease before striding back to the bathtub and slipping me into the water. I hissed at the sudden heat against my chilled skin before moaning in pleasure. I closed my eyes as I relaxed back and felt my muscles release all at once as the heat seeped into every one of my pores.
When I opened my eyes again, Leo was gazing down at me with hooded eyes. I grinned up at him as I played with the bubbles around me. “Aren’t you going to join me?” I asked before letting my hands dip below the waterline suggestively. I needed to feel the bliss of being with him now more than ever if only to quiet my racing thoughts.
When Leo made no move to ditch his clothing, my smile left my lips. He shook his head before glancing at the door that led back to the suite. “I need to call Isabelle. She said she was going to stake out the apartment complex to see if Tanner and Peter return,” he said before bending down above me.
My face fell as I looked down at the water. I knew he wasn’t rejecting me but that still didn’t stop the sting I felt.
Leo gripped my chin and forced me to look up at him before he kissed me sweetly again. I was left wanting more as he pulled away slightly to speak. “Wash up and relax for a bit. I’m going to get you some ice for your ankle and order us some food. Call for me when you’re ready to get out of the tub and I’ll help you.” He paused to search my eyes. “I—” he stuttered. “You scared me today, Emy. I just need a minute to collect myself.” He swallowed thickly.
I nodded my acceptance as he released my chin and turned to leave the room. I watched his receding form as emotion swamped me. When he closed the door I released a shaky breath and leaned my head back against the cool porcelain of the tub.
I sat there like that for long drawn-out moments as I listened to Leo in the suite. I heard as he ordered our room service as well as a bucket of ice and clean towels. He hung up the phone only to dial another number I knew to be Isabelle’s.
I stopped listening to him and sat up in the now-cooling water. I grabbed the clean washrag and applied a healthy amount of soap to the damp cloth. Once the soap lathered into a foam I took to cleaning all the blood and grime from my face.
Today couldn’t have gone any worse as I replayed this afternoon in my head over and over again. Why didn’t I stop to think about my actions before I bolted straight into danger? I could have my brother with me right now instead of nursing a cut-up cheek, sprained ankle, and broken pride. I could be on my way back home instead of wondering if I’d ruined everything with Leo.
I knew deep down it would take more than one fuck up from me to chase him off but I still felt as though he was pulling away from me. Normally, there wouldn’t be a chance in hell that Leo would leave me high and dry after getting me naked. I knew he still loved me but I couldn’t help feeling as though he wanted to be apart from me now.
I splashed the dirty washrag into the water and thumped my head against the back of the tub a couple of times. What could I do to show him that I was sorry about how shit went down today? I knew I’d hurt his feelings earlier when I flinched away from him. That, and even if I hadn’t done it intentionally, not reaching out to him when I needed him hurt him the most.
I needed to show him I trusted him completely. Because I did trust him both physically and mentally. But I had done a shit job of showing my confidence in him by completely ignoring his warnings to keep myself safe.
The truth was, I had never known what it was like to trust a man until Leo came into my life. The men in my life hadn’t exactly been good examples.
My father was obviously one of the most untrustworthy people I’d ever known. He would probably still be lying and cheating until the day he took his last breath. If your father is supposed to set the bar at which you expected men to treat you, I’d been doomed from the start.
Then there was Tanner. Don’t get me wrong, I loved him to pieces, but I wasn’t stupid enough to think I could completely confide in him.
Chris was next on this list. Clearly, he proved to be just as honorable as my father had been, if not worse. So, that left only Leo.
At the beginning of our affair, I confided in him with most aspects of my life. I shared my deepest secrets and regrets with him. The only thing I hadn’t shared was what Chris was doing to me. I couldn’t ever bring myself to show him that shame. It wasn’t like I couldn’t have entrusted him with those details. I knew without a doubt he would’ve taken care of me if I’d told him any of it. I trusted him that much.
When I thought he betrayed me, I’d lost that confidence in him immediately. It wasn’t fair to him that he had to build that trust back if he never really did anything to lose it in the first place.
I raised my head and hardened my resolve as I quickly washed the rest of my body. I was going to show Leo just how much I trusted him even if he did want some space right now. He wouldn’t find such a thing with me. I thought I had needed space from him all these years and I had been dead wrong. I never had distance from him as he had always ruled my thoughts.
After I rinsed my body, I rose from the tub carefully. I slowly limped to where my robe was hanging and wrapped the soft cotton around my wet body. I hobbled toward the door and opened it slightly to glance out. What I saw nearly broke my heart.
Leo was sitting in one of the chairs in the little carved-out seating area in the suite. His phone lay on the table next to him as he slouched in the plush seat. His eyes were closed and his head had fallen back to rest on the cushion behind him. His arms slumped almost uselessly beside him. He looked so tired, so worn down.
I silently opened the door the rest of the way and slipped into the suite. I padded carefully in his direction, ignoring the pain in my foot. To know what was going on in his head was something I wished for at that moment. I knew he had to be deep in thought if he didn’t hear me approach.
Once I was within reaching distance, I less than gracefully sank to my knees in front of him. He still didn’t move or open his eyes as I watched him. The only indication he was even alive was the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.
I tentatively reached up and ran my palms up his thighs. His eyes sprang open and he sat forward with a start as he stared down at me. When he realized I’d snuck up on him he sat back in his seat with a huff.
“You were supposed to call me when you were ready to get out,” he murmured before laughing to himself. “Of course, why would you call me?” He shook his head, clearly exasperated by me.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again. “I’m sorry,” I offered.
His eyes softened before he raked his fingers against my sore cheek. “No, I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that,” he said as he smoothed his thumb across my lower lip.
I smiled at him as my hands continued their uphill climb. “Yes, I did. You were right, I didn’t trust you when I should have. The moment I saw Tanner I should’ve called you. I should’ve had more faith in you.”
He stared at me before he stilled my hands with his. His warm fingers rubbed against mine as he studied me. “It’s fine, Em—”
“No, it’s not,” I said cutting him off. I swallowed thickly before moving my hands further up. He released me and moved his hands to the armrests of his seat, gripping the plush fabric tightly. When I came to the bulge in his jeans I rubbed him firmly through the thick denim. I felt a surge of satisfaction course through me as he pushed up against my hand involuntarily.
“You have done nothing to lose the confidence you gained all those years ago and yet I still doubted you. I need to do a better job of showing you how much I believe in you,” I said as I reached for the button of his jeans, releasing it. “How much I trust you to take care of me.”
I watched his expression shift to something hotter as I pulled his zipper down. One of the best things about being with Leo was the easy access he always offered. He didn’t bother with trivial things such as underwear most days. A fact that proved very useful as his thick cock sprang from the restraining garment.
His jaw clenched tight as I palmed him and he thrust into my hand. I stroked him from root to tip as I watched him. His mouth parted with a gasp as I used my other hand to cradle his heavy balls. He groaned as my fist tightened just as he liked. My mouth watered as I watched pearly liquid gather at his tip.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, I leaned forward and sucked his bulbous head past my lips. I swiped at him with my tongue, gathering that liquid and moaning against him. His hands remained where they were as he tightened his grip on the chair.
I continued to stroke him as I pulled away enough to speak. “I trust you, Leo. Utterly and completely, with my mind, body—” I swallowed thickly. Now was a pivotal moment for us. Either I could keep acting as though this man still had no effect over me, or I could tell him how I felt. What he ultimately meant to me. “With my heart.” His gaze softened as heady emotion glimmered in his eyes. “I’m truly sorry it’s taken me this long to tell you that,” I whispered. “I need to prove how much faith I have in you.”
I watched his eyes flare as he sat forward, forcing me back on my heels. I bit back a whimper at the pressure it put on my ankle. He gripped the back of my neck and kissed me with such intensity it nearly left me dizzy. He shoved his tongue inside my mouth as I stroked him harder now. He devoured my mouth as his hand traveled further into my hair. I hummed a moan against his lips as he tugged just hard enough to light me on fire.
When he pulled away from me he stared down at what I was doing to his cock. With a long groan, he pulled my hands away from him before he stood. I half thought he was pulling away from me because he was still angry. The relief I felt when he shoved down his pants was almost enough to bring a tear to my eye.
He reached down and gripped the sash of my robe quickly. He yanked the knot free before pulling it completely away from the rest of the robe. The fast movement pulled the garment apart, revealing my naked form.
I watched him as he walked around the back of me and quickly grabbed a pillow from the bed. He urged me to move so he could place the pillow under my knees, taking the pressure off my ankle. He just kept proving to me how stupid I had been by continuously being thoughtful of my needs. Once satisfied with my position, he knelt behind me. He pushed the robe and my hair off my neck as he trailed kisses from my shoulder up to my jaw. I leaned into him as he gripped my wrists, bringing them behind me. I smiled to myself as he started to tie the soft sash around them.
“You want to show me how much you trust me?” he asked as his lips grazed my ear. At my nod, he continued. “Are you going to sit like a good girl while I fuck your mouth? Trust me to take you to your limits and no further?” His voice seemed to go deeper with each erotic word spoken.
He tugged on my binding before standing, taking his heat with him. My mouth watered as he came back into my view. I watched as he pulled his shirt over his head. I nodded again, answering his questions.
His smile was feral as he gathered my hair into his hands. He worked the long strands until his fist held them like a ponytail holder. I was completely at his mercy as he held me still and gripped his big cock with his other hand. I watched helplessly as he stroked himself in front of me. Liquid fire built between my legs at the image he was making.
“Open,” was all he said as he stepped forward. I obeyed immediately as I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out as if it were a one-way road for him to follow. He guided his thick cock past my lips and I sucked him down greedily.
His fist tightened on my hair as he tunneled into my mouth only to pull out again. His groans of pleasure sent surges of arousal straight to my pussy.
“Fuck yes, Emy. You’re going to take all of me, aren’t you?” he growled as his cock reached further into my mouth.
I hummed my agreement as he moved my head back and forth in tandem with his thrusts. I had no choice but to let him fuck my mouth the way he wanted and I loved every second of it. With each pass he made, he tunneled deeper and deeper into me. Soon he was knocking the back of my throat. Once there he held himself still as my throat convulsed around him. He then pulled completely out and I gasped for air each time before he would slap his cock against my tongue once more before doing it all over again.
I focused on my breathing as he fucked my throat. I could feel tears streaming down my cheeks as I choked on him but I kept silently begging for more as I watched his face contort with pleasure. Soon he stopped pulling all the way out and thrust into me faster and faster. I sucked and swallowed as if my life depended on it.
“That’s it, Princess. I’m going to come. You swallow every fucking drop. Don’t you lose any of it.” He groaned as he held me still and his thrusts became erratic.
I moaned against him as he shoved in. I swallowed around him one last time and he exploded down my throat.
“Fuck!” he shouted above me as he emptied himself inside of me. I gagged as his release spilled thickly into my mouth but I swallowed it down greedily all the same.
When he had no more to give, he popped out of my mouth and I gasped for breath before he knelt in front of me. He hastily reached behind me and ripped the sash from my wrists. When I was free, I rushed to grip his face and kissed him like a starved woman.
He pulled me up and wrapped my legs around his lean hips before he forced me to my back as he laid on top of me. My robe fell completely open as his hands roamed my body. I arched into him as he palmed my breasts, tweaking my nipples as he went.
“You sucked me like a good little slut, Princess. Now it’s my turn to make you come,” he murmured against me before he slid easily inside my pussy. How he could come the way he did and still be ready for more was beyond me.
He pulled away from me as he sat up, taking my hips with him. I squealed as his thumb pressed down on my clit and I clenched around him. He fucked into me hard as he rubbed me in tight circles.
“Now, be a good Princess and fucking come for me,” he commanded as he slapped the outside of my thigh with his free hand. “Now!” he roared and I went flying.
I crumbled in his arms with his name on my lips. He fucked into me with harsh thrusts as I convulsed around him. I gripped his back and dug my nails in as he rode me. When I came floating back down from my orgasm, he slowed his thrusts before stopping altogether.
“Do you trust me, Emy?” His voice was hoarse as he pulled his glistening cock out of me.
“You know I do,” I panted.
He reached over into his nearby bag and grabbed what looked like a bottle of oil. I quickly realized it was lube as he used it to lather up his already slick cock. Right when I thought he would thrust back into me, he quickly crawled down my body and latched his lips around my engorged clit.
I shouted as I gripped his hair and pulled him to me. He groaned against me before I felt his slick finger find my asshole. I sucked in a startled breath as he easily slid his lubed digit inside of me.
He was the only one I had ever done any sort of backdoor play with, so the feeling was still a little foreign to me. Not to say it was bad, in fact, it was quite the opposite as he slowly pumped into me as he tongued my clit. He built me higher and higher as I felt him stretch my little hole with his big fingers, first one, then two. He worked me over thoroughly as my orgasm began to raise. I started to move with his fingers as my body took control. I churned my hips as he finger-fucked my ass and sucked at my clitoris. He groaned long and deep against me and that was all it took to make me come crashing back down to earth. I screamed his name as he fingered me hard.
I don’t know when it happened but one minute my vision was going dark around the edges and the next Leo was posed above me gently breeching my ass with his hard cock. I moved with him as he slowly gained inch after inch. His breathing was just as harsh as mine as we moved together. He was stretching me impossibly tight with each passing moment.
“Leo,” I whined as I thought he would never make it all the way in.
“Shh, I have you, Emy. You can take me. You were made for me,” he grunted before he reached down to rub my pussy again.
I shuddered as he slowly rubbed me from my entrance to my clit and back again. I pushed against him as another orgasm built inside of me.
His thrusts became smooth and languid right before he fully seated himself. He sat still, letting me adjust to him. His fingers never stopped moving along my pussy as he stared down at where we were connected. I could feel myself clenching around him as he continued to play with me.
When I couldn’t take it any longer, I churned my hips against him. Imploring him to move inside of me. He groaned before meeting my gaze and he started to fuck me.
Nerves I never knew about flared and flashed as he pulled out of me just to tunnel back in. I was ready to come by the time he really started in on me.
“This isn’t going to last long, Princess. You’re so fucking perfect and this tiny little asshole is strangling my cock,” he choked. “Come for me, baby.”
I shook my head as I held my orgasm at bay. “I need you to go with me,” I cried.
My words must have broken his tightly held restraint as he slammed into me hard. His balls slapped against my ass as he pulled me down to his every thrust.
“Oh yes. Fucking come with me, Emily,” he groaned heavily as his cock spasmed. I felt him spill his hot cum inside of me, sending me over the edge with him. He pinched my still throbbing clit, demanding I come again as his hips churned against me. I came with a scream as he leaned back down to take my lips.
We both held each other as we panted loudly. He stayed inside of me as he explored my lips with his own. “You have my heart too, Emy. You’ve always been its keeper,” he whispered against me. “Even if I had to work every single day of my life to make you trust me, I would for you.”
To some, it may look like I had just given him trust with my body and nothing more. But to an abuse survivor, giving my body to someone without any holds meant so much more than that. He didn’t need my words when I had just given him undeniable proof that I trusted him unequivocally in every way that mattered.