Page 21 of The Freeuse Proposal
I roll over to face him, my body aching pleasantly. “Mmm, amazing.”
Something warm flickers in his eyes. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, pet. Your willingness to explore impressed me.”
My chest does that stupid fluttery thing again. “I trust you completely, Sir. I know you won’t push me too far.”
“And I won’t.” His voice carries the weight of his promise. “Now, I have something for you.”
He pulls a black credit card from the nightstand and hands it to me. My eyes widen when I see my name embossed on it in silver letters. “What’s this for?”
Leo chuckles and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “It’s for you, my sweet lass. Go out today and buy whatever catches your eye—clothes, shoes, jewelry, anything that makes you happy. Consider it a reward for being such a good girl.”
I hesitate, running my fingers along the smooth edges of the card. It feels heavier than a credit card should. Like accepting it means something I’m not ready to name. “But...I can’t accept this. It’s too much.”
His expression softens, and he cups my cheek with one large hand. “It’s not too much, lass. I enjoy spoiling you, and I plan on taking immense pleasure in removing whatever you buy from that delectable body of yours.”
My face goes hot, but I’m grinning like an idiot. “Well, when you put it that way...”
He laughs, and the sound rumbles through his chest in a way that makes my stomach dip. “That’s my good girl. Now, no limits. Buy what makes you happy.”
I kiss him before I can think too hard about the feeling ballooning in my chest. “Thank you, Sir. I won’t disappoint you.”
I mean it, too. And not just about the shopping. When did pleasing him become the thing I think about before I fall asleep? When did “good girl” start hitting harder than an orgasm? I shove the thought away before it gets too real.
We climb out of bed, and Leo stops me with a hand on my arm. “Wait, lass.” His tone shifts, becoming commanding, and my heart thumps. He presses his body against mine from behind, and oh god, I can feel how hard he is, his cock thick and insistent against my lower back.
“I need you first.” He pushes me toward the nearest wall. I gasp, bracing my hands against the cool surface, and his foot nudges mine apart, spreading my legs wide.
“So fucking sexy.” His hands slide up to cup my breasts, kneading them possessively, thumbs circling my nipples until they peak. “My sweet, eager lass needs to start her day with a pussy full of cum.”
Holy hell, that’s filthy. I love it. I want to tell him I’m only this eager because I enjoy him taking control, but all I manage is a whimper. He pulls on my nipples again, and the sharp pleasure-pain zings straight to my clit.
With a final pinch that makes me squeak, he presses me flat against the wall. I have to turn my head to rest my cheek against it.
The blunt head of his cock presses against my entrance for one breathless moment, and then he sinks into me with one firm thrust.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” He groans against my neck and sets a relentless pace. Fuuuck, and I moan as each powerful thrust scrapes my nipples against the wall, sending electric shocks of pleasure through me that make me clench around him.
His hands roam my body like he’s claiming every inch. This should feel degrading, right? Instead I feel wanted in a way that makes my chest ache.
He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back. I cry out at the sharp tug.
“You’re mine,” he rasps. “Mine to fuck, mine to use, mine to control. Say it.”
My head spins, thoughts scattering as pleasure builds with each thrust. “Yours...oh god, yours. Yours.”
Holy fuck, that’s hot. I’m just a hole he can use for his pleasure. He’s taking what he needs, and I’m loving every second of it.
His body tenses as his cock swells. He’s close. I clench around him deliberately, wanting to make him come.
He thrusts deep one final time, shuddering, and his groan is primal as jets of warm cum bathe my insides. Oh, fuck. Suddenly, I realize I’m not going to come and I whimper.
He stays there for a long moment, pinning me to the wall, his chest heaving against my back. When he pulls out slowly, I shiver as his cum and my own wetness trickle down my thigh.
He turns me around, his hands steadying me, and kisses me softly. When he pulls back, his eyes search mine. “Are you okay, lass?”
I open my mouth to say yes automatically, but something in his gaze stops me. My hands won’t stop shaking. The ache between my thighs borders on painful, and when I try to swallow, my throat is too tight. I blink, but wetness still pricks at my eyes.
His whole demeanor changes in a heartbeat. “Hey. Look at me.” His voice is gentle. “Do you want to stop? We can end this right now.”
