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The feeling is different when I’m on top. I thought I’d feel powerful staring down at this all-consuming man, but I don’t. I’m painfully aware, even from up here, that I’m not in control of any of this.

"Ride me, fleur." He insists.

I sit up and the intensity of just how far he is inside of me hits me like a ton of bricks, making me stop and take a second to adjust to the feeling before I can plant my hands on his chest and start to move.

“That's it, take what you need from me." He groans.

He keeps his hands on my body while I ride him, rubbing and squeezing me periodically, but not forcing my pace. "Oh my god." I moan, throwing my head back at the feeling.

I feel so close up here, I feel like I could explode any second.

Leon slides his hand up my body until his hands are squeezing my breasts and I moan loudly at the feeling of his fingers toying with my nipples.

I've always hated how small they are, how I could skip a bra, and nobody would even care or notice, but Leon seems to love them.

He tugs on my nipple, pinching it hard until I cry out, and my orgasm hits me so hard that I almost fall forward onto his chest. The pain from his torment only spurs me on, flooding my pussy to a level that should embarrass me.

It feels like I've just soaked us both, and I'm not even done. He pinches until he feels me jerk on top of him. All the sensations become too much all at once. The pain from my pussy still being sore mixed with the pleasure of him being inside of me again, the pain from my already bruised nipples being abused somehow hurts but feels amazing at the same time. It all hits me at once, and I dig my nails into his chest to compensate for my overstimulation.

Leon grips onto my collar, pulling me forward until we're chest to chest again. He wraps his arms around me and starts to thrust up into me. I don't know whether to scream, moan, or cry out, so instead, I bite down onto his neck until I feel his hand grip my lower back and hold me steadily. I know that means he's about to cum, that my protests not to be filled are going to go unheard. So I'm not going to bother telling him, begging him, not to cum in me.

This slightly new angle drags his cock along a spot inside of me that makes me want to scream, my teeth clamp harder downonto his neck until he hisses through his teeth and thrusts even harder into me. "That's it. Be my good girl and cum all over my cock." He demands.

I don't want to listen, but I can't stop. He's lighting up every nerve in my body in the best way possible.

I release his neck from my teeth, screaming out while I'm thrown into yet another orgasm. I feel Leon twitching inside of me, holding me steadily so he's as far into me as possible. That painful pleasure of being too full hits me again and I feel the flood of warmth from him cumming in me. I feel my pussy sucking him in, fluttering around him and taking what he's giving me.

I relax into Leon's touch, the aftershocks of my orgasm still hitting me, but I feel spineless as I breathe heavily against his chest. His hands keep rubbing along my sweaty back, and his lips keep kissing along the side of my neck and my shoulder as he can reach.

"Ma fleur, I have to do something very important after work tonight. Would you like to join me?" He asks.

I pick my head up, staring at him a little surprised.

Like, leave this house? I must be mishearing him.

"Yes, fleur. We would have to leave home, but you'd be with me the entire time. I need to show you the rest of my world. I needyou to know all of me, so I know you'll accept me." He says before I get the chance to answer.

I know there's conditions to this, and he's not going to just trust me, but I'm curious what more there is to him. "Yes." I answer.

Chapter 46

Leon Aldon

All day at work, I’ve been overthinking this entire thing.

Is it a bad idea to drag Maeve into my world?

Can it even be avoided?

How is Maeve supposed to learn to love all of me if she doesn't know all of me?

Tonight I have to pick up four college men, men that would have gone to school with Maeve. I wouldn’t be surprised if she knew them, but they assaulted one of my patients.

Who knows, they may be the ones who have been going around campus raping people, but none of my other patients can remember any of their attackers aside from my newest patient, Abby.

She’s currently on suicide watch because of these men.

I did what I could to help her, I wrote her the prescription for a medical abortion, and as far as I know, she took it.