Page 112 of Petite Fleur

Nine exams in one day sounds like a nightmare, and that’s because it is.

The longest break that I was given was ten minutes halfway through my day. It was barely long enough to eat half a bag of pretzels as fast as humanly possible until the salt content dried out my throat so badly that I had a coughing fit for half of my next exam.

But none of my discomfort can compare to Leon’s, not when he’s worn his leg the entire day just so he could jump up and get me anything I may have needed.

It’s a sweet gesture, one that reminds me of his promise on the couch a few weeks ago. Something along the lines of waiting on me hand and foot during the day and treating me like his whore at night.

It sounded good until he casually reminded me that I will never be free again.

I’m at the sink washing my face when Leon comes up behind me and starts to rub the knots and tension out of my neck and shoulders. “You did wonderful today, ma fleur.” He mumbles against the skin of my neck.

My skin lines with goosebumps, and I let out a happy hum of the feeling of his hands on my sore muscles. It makes me ignore my skincare routine and simply enjoy his hands on me for the moment.

Leon lets go of my shoulders and kisses the back of my neck, making me immediately miss the feeling of his hands. "Finish getting ready and meet me on the bed. I'll massage you until you fall asleep." He says.

I quickly spin around and grab onto his wrist. “I’m fine, take a shower and take your leg off for the night.” I promise him.

I feel guilty that he’s worn his leg all day for my benefit; I don’t want to take advantage any more than I already have.

"Join me?" He asks.

I freeze.

I don't know if I should join him in the shower; that feels like a step in the direction he wants me to take, one that I don't think I could step back from if I tried. "What is your plan with me?" I ask.

Leon stops rubbing my shoulders, trailing his hands down my back until his hands settle on my ribs. "Right now or long term?" He asks instead of answering me.

“Both, I guess.” I answer honestly.

Instead of answering, he leans down and starts to trail his lips along my neck until a line of goosebumps covers my skin. “Well, right now I’d like to take you into the shower and wash every inch of you before having my dessert.” He answers.

I huff out a laugh, but he continues before I have the chance to respond. “Next, I’d like to fuck you to sleep.” He adds.

I know I'm blushing; I can feel how hot my face is, but I can't let him see me react to him. I can't let him know that his words and his touch have any effect on me. So, instead, I grip onto the bathroom counter until my knuckles are white. "And long term?" I ask.

Leon steps away from me, making me immediately miss the contact. He turns the water on in the shower and comes back to me, standing so close that I can feel the heat from his body on my skin.

His hand trails under the strap of my tank top, pushing it off my shoulder until I take over. I pull my tank top over my head and sit it on the sink while Leon strips in front of me.

He throws his clothes from the day in the hamper, piece by piece until he is standing in front of me naked.

I don't want to react to the look of him, but I can't look away.

I reach for him, tracing my finger across the scars on his chest. He has a large "Y" shaped scar starting at his collar bones andmeeting in the middle at his sternum, where it goes straight down his chiseled abs and stops before his public bone.

When I trace my finger along the thick, white scar, he makes no reaction to me other than his cock jolting at my touch and it surprises me that he doesn’t say anything.

“I knew she cut you, but I didn’t expect all this.” I admit.

He shrugs and chooses not to respond, but he grabs onto the waistband of my shorts and pulls them down until my shorts poole at my feet and I’m naked in front of my captor.

I follow him into the shower, getting in first while he takes off his prosthetic and puts his leg in the plastic rest waiting for him.

“Long term, I would like for you to fall madly in love with me.” He answers when he steps into the shower.

I have to make myself hold back a laugh while he spins me around and starts to soak my hair under the shower head. “That’s ambitious.” I state.

“It is, but I think we can get there. I want to be a family with you, I want everything with you. I want you to have a life, hobbies, friends, a job if you want one. If not, I’ll support us. I make more than enough money at my practice that you’ll never want for anything. I just want you to be happy.” He says while lathering shampoo into my hair.