•Innocence•

•40• regret •

"Y-yes Leo." I muttered.

Why did I do that! That was a bad idea.

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Leonardo basically shoved me into our bedroom, nearly tripping over my own feet, I found balance and backed myself up onto the wall terrified.

I clenched my sweating palms tight as I was scared beyond I could even express, what was he going to do to me?

At this rate I was hoping it was something sexual, I am desperate to cum.

After having these torturous things inside of me for hours on end but could not release, you would be desperate too.

My eyes flick up to his dark ones as he stalks closer to my shaking figure, I practically plastered myself to that wall.

A smirk gathered on his face as he saw how sacred I was, he must have been feeling accomplished or something, but he shouldn't.

Well I don't think he should.

Once he was close enough to reach out and do anything to me, I shut my eyes tight, ready for anything.

The feeling of his hand on both of mine soon over comes me, his body has gotten even closer to me than before and I'm engulfed in his luxurious addicting sent.

He spun me around, the balls twisting inside of me, making me bend over slightly and let out a small moan.

He has my hands behind my back almost as if he is planning to hand cuff me.!

I open my eyes to be met with the wall in front of me, I gaze into the painted plaster as if something is going to happen to it, as if it will crumble before us.

Both of us know that wouldn't happen though.

He now has leaned down slightly his mouth attaching to my neck as he roughly kissed and nibbles at the side of my neck, ow.

He bites the flesh drawing blood, creating a hickey.

The last thing I wanted right now was a hickey. Touch me somewhere else!

Some how it is pleasurable though, just the feeling of him so close to me makes me feel things I shouldn't.

But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying this little moment, and the fact I couldn't resist him turned me on.

I know that it is messed up but something about him controlling me and his constant dominance makes me have a constant desire for him.

I open my mouth slightly, and lean my head back into his chest. "Mmm." I moaned out into the cold air, it was late at night now and the sun was long gone, leaving no heat to come through the windows what so ever.

"You like this hm kitten?" He teased into my ear, I kid my head agreeing.

I did like this.

"Tell me, what is it you want?" I'm taken aback by this words, my mouth falls open as I go to say something, but I snap it shut when I'm left with nothing to say.

I mean, I can think of things but I don't know how to say them without being embarrassed.

He uses his free hand which had been on one side of my head previously to snake around my waist.

The sudden warmth and possessiveness he brought when ever he did this made me melt under him and now I seriously wished his hand was in my pants.

"I-I want you to, t-touch me." I finally told him, gathering some sort of courage.

And just like the blink of a eye, his hand that was once around my waist was now in my pants, slowly entering my panties, his other hand still holding tightly onto both of my hands, making it so I couldn't touch him.