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I nod into his chest, fighting off a yawn while I do so. I know if he sees me yawn he'll try to convince me to do this tomorrow. But I need this done. “Are you ready to go?” Leon asks. I nod again, letting him break out of our embrace.

On the way to my old apartment, Leon explains to me that I can do the talking, that he will be my backup and not let anything happen to me. He makes me promise him that I will listen to him and that I won’t go off on my own. But I can’t make any solid promises without knowing how Sean and Carlie will react to me. I know that sounds crazy, but I haven’t seen anyone from my old life since they all treated me like trash on my own birthday.

Part of me wants to go full crazy on them, the other part wants to rub it in that I’m doing better than they are. I’m sure Sean and Carlie are still wasting their lives away by drinking and partying, that they still spend their days with hookups that will never care about them.

Looking back at how they live and how I used to live, it’s sad. I prefer the life I have now. The life where Leon comes home and he always looks so happy to see me, the life where Leon and I make meals together in the evenings and he makes good on his promise to have sex with me until I fall asleep. He always says he’s “fucking me to sleep,” he’s not wrong. Some nights I'm so overwhelmed and blissed out that I don't even realize we went from sex to cuddling for several minutes.

I’d rather live my life than theirs.

I’m startled by a hand on my shoulder and a light squeeze. I turn and give Leon a smile. I must have spaced out in my own head while he drove because when I look out the window, we’re sitting in the parking lot of my old life. “You can stay out here, ma fleur.” He says quietly to me. I shake my head no, climbing out of the car. Leon rushes out and is at my side a few moments later. “No, I have to do this. I have to know ifCarliewas a part of this. I have to know if Sean is really this person.” I say. I can’t live not knowing if I was roommates with monsters.

Leon and I head inside, surprising me that he has a key to my former apartment. I’m even more surprised that Carlie and Sean haven’t changed the locks. I figured they would have changed the locks as soon as I was gone since they clearly didn’t trust or like me.

It’s weird to be here again. Everything feels the same, everything looks the same, but I feel different. I’m not the same Maeve that I was two months ago. “What now?” I ask Leon nervously.

He smiles, moving to sit on the couch and kicking his leg up onto the coffee table. “We wait.” He says calmly. He pats his thighs for me to sit, smiling at me when I join him. I lean into his chest while we sit, a comfortable silence lingers over us. It’s not awkward, it’s just nice. I don’t need him asking me how I’m feeling right now. I don’t want him reminding me of my situation, the situation that he put me in. I like that he’s checking in with me to see how I’m feeling, but I don’t like that I don’t have an answer for him, so it’s nice that we’re just sitting here together.

Leon kisses my temple a few times, probably sensing that I'm fighting off sleep. “You okay, ma fleur?” He asks quietly. His hands rub along my spine while I bask in his warmth and the safety of his arms. I nod, tucking my face into his neck. “Just a little tired.” I answer.

I feel his hands trail down my spine until he's gripping onto my butt with both hands. “You can either take a nap until they get home, or I can do something to wake you up?” He asks. I grin at that, already feeling heat andneed coursethrough my body. I sit up, putting my hands on his shoulders. “Hurt me.” I beg. I'm so horny that it's insane and I can't get the thought of him duct taping me and doing whatever he wants out of my head.

Leon rubs his hands along my ribs, staring up at me in his lap for a moment. “Are you sure? You can just rest and I'll hold you.” He insists. I never thought he'd be the one turning me down, but I need this. I need the distraction. “Please. Hurt me.” I beg again.

Leon wraps a hand around my throat, squeezing the sides until stars blur my vision. “Bend over the coffee table.” He demands. I'm almost immediately soaked at the way he talks to me. My legs feel like jelly as I stand up and turn my back to Leon. He smacks my butt, hard. “Faster.” He demands. Part of me wants to challenge him, the other part wants to do everything he says. I want to please him and hear him call me his good girl.

As soon as I'm bent over the coffee table, my butt in the air and my chest pressed into the cold wood, Leon yanks my pants down. He pushes my legs together, stretching my legs straight out until he can put my feet under the couch. “Fuck, I love this ass, ma fleur. I can't wait to fuck it tomorrow.” He says with a hoarse groan while his hands knead and squeeze my butt. He pulls his hands away for a moment, making me turn to see what he was doing. But before I get the chance, his hands crash down on my cheeks so hard that I scream. “Shh, you'll wake the neighbors.” He taunts me in my ear.

I want to rub my sore cheeks, but I have a feeling that would get me in more trouble. Over and over, Leon peppers my cheeks in smacks so hard that my eyes are blurred with tears. But my pussy is desperate for him, clenching around nothing while he abuses my butt.

Leon slides two of his thick fingers inside of me, making me moan and rest my forehead on the table. “Oh, my God.” I moan loudly while he pumps his fingers into me. I feel a little sensitive from just having sex with him earlier today, but it's not painful. Or at least if it was, I wouldn't notice it with how red and sore my butt is. “Someone seems to like having their hot little ass smacked. You're practically dripping on the floor.” Leon taunts. I whine at that, wiggling my hips in hopes that he'll do more than just finger me. I need the distraction from how warm my butt feels.

Leon pulls his fingers out, gripping my hips with both hands to keep me still. “You can beg if you'd like, but I want welts on this tight little ass. It will give me a little extra something to focus on tomorrow when my cock is buried in it.” He whispers in my ear. I whimper at that, feeling pathetic that I want that too.

I hearLeontaking off his belt, need and excitement coursing through me that he's finally about to give me what I need. I need him, I need his cock. I need to cum. But he pulls my feet from under the couch and helps me situate on my knees instead. “You're going to be a good girl and take what I give you. Every hit, every welt, every bruise, and you'll thank me for it when I'm done. Do you know why?” He asks.

I jump when I feel the cool leather of his belt on my warm skin. “No.” I answer quietly. I don't know if I'm taunting him, or if I just want to hear him answer. Either way, it doesn't matter. It earns me a hard smack across the butt with the belt. The sting courses through me instantly, making me lean into the coffee table as much as I can. “Because you're my slut, my little pet to fuck and hurt whenever I want. And you love it. Isn't that right?” He teases.

I wiggle my hips again, not sure if I'm begging for his cock or another smack. But I need something. “Yes, I'm your slut. Please, I need you.” I beg. Leon chuckles at that, but he obliges. He strikes my butt with his belt, over and over until it hurts so badly that I don't even register it, I'm just panting and moaning with every hit against my tender flesh. “You're going to cum while I hit you, ma fleur. Then I'll fuck your brains out across this coffee table, okay?” He asks me calmly. Again, I whine and wiggle my hips at him.

Leon smacks my butt with this belt, too many times to count. He even smacks the belt between my legs, whipping my pussy until I hear my own arousal coat the leather. Two thick fingers probe into me again while he smacks my butt and the backs of my thighs with his free hand, making me see stars.

“Leon, please don't stop.” I cry out, feeling my pussy flutter around his fingers and chills to line my body. I feel so close that I'd cry if he stopped, I need this. I need the pain and the pleasure. I need him to hurt me like only he can do. “I wouldn't dare. You look too beautiful to stop, cum for me.” He says into my ear.

Just one more strategic hit was all it took. I screamed out, feeling Leon's fingers curl up inside of me while they thrusted into me until all I could focus on was not screaming at the top of my lungs while my orgasm hit me like an inevitable wave in a storm. I felt my skin heat up all over while chills lined my spine and I effectively soaked Leon's hand. “My God, you look like a fucking goddess when you cum.” Hepraised. I blushed at that, lying my forehead on the cold table to cool my heated face.

Finally, I heard Leon unbutton his pants. I feel him get on his knees behind me, holding my hips in his hands. “My pretty little mess, look at all this cum.” He says while his fingers swipe between me and collect my arousalon hishand. He dips his fingers into me, bringing his hand up to my face. “Be my good pet and lick your cum from my fingers.” He insists.

I whine at that, but I open my mouth and let him put his glistening fingers in my mouth. I suck and lick them clean while he rubs the head of his cock against my slick opening. “My God, you are so good. Do you want me to take it nice and slow, fuck you until you couldn't possibly cum again. Or would you prefer me to fuck you like the toy you are?” He asks.

I'm practically melting into this table at his words and the feeling of his cock just barely nudging me. I need him inside of me. He pulls his fingers out of my mouth, wiping the spit from them onto my butt. “Hard. Please. Don't hold back.” I plead.

I'm not even sure if I know what I'm saying, he always has to go easy on me. He always has to take it slow so he can fit inside me. So why am I asking him to hurt me? Why am I almost dripping at the thought?

Leon pushes the head of his cock into me, making me have to bite down on my arm to quiet my noises. I need this. “Are you sure you can handle it? Hmm? Can you be my good little slut and let me fuck you like I hate you?” He asks.

“Yes.” I pant. I feel him smooth his hand down my spine, his fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps through my shirt. “Are you sure? We were a little rough just now, it's okay if you've had all you can handle.” He says much more calmly.

I nod my head, wiggling my hips in hope of getting more than just the head of his cock in me. “I'm okay.” I promise. That must be all he needed to hear because he thrusts into me all at once. One rough thrust and he's as far in me as he can reach.