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Also, at the end is a quick poll. I'm finding this kind of Leo to be quite the turn on and was curious as to what you think I should do next with him. (smirk smirk) I have some ideas, but I'll leave it up to my reviewers.

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Objective: Foreplay

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Taking a deep breath, she gazed up into his face. "Fuck me."

She didn't mean for it to come out as a command, but that's how it rang through the darkness.

Leo offered a gust of hot air in undisguised disgust.

His hand drew back and offered another smack! to her ass, forcing her to catch her balance.

"Is that any way to address me?" he asked flatly. He was not impressed. Narrowing his eyes into icy slits, he growled, "Try again."

She bit back the urge to kiss him. The danger in his eyes turned her on. She couldn't wait to be at his mercy and crying his name in pleasure.

"Sir, I need you to ravish me." Face creased in the most sultriest manner, voice husky and near purring, she added, "I need to scream your name."

"That's it?" Leo asked gruffly.

Getting frustrated by what he was wanting, she clarified, "I want you to throw me down and pound me so hard I can't walk for a week!" As an afterthought she added, "Sir."

Smack!

"Ouch! What was that for?" She snapped angrily.

This wasn't part of the deal. Why wasn't he pinning her to the wall and fucking her into oblivion? That's what she paid for! Right? To experience the animalistic passion of a mutant and finally quell that nagging throb between her legs?

"I called you sir!"

"But you did not mean it." Leo sighed lazily, as if the whole conversation was below his notice.

"Yes, I did!" she said, glaring indignantly, her fists clenched at her sides in anger. He was being a jerk! And was one step away from throwing him out and demanding a refund! Until...

With lightening speed, Leo threaded her hair through his three fingers, jerking her head back slightly to gaze down into her eyes.

"This... fire. This passion, I see before me... this is what is needed to convince me. If you are unable to submit yourself to me, then you are wasting both of our time."

She hissed, nostrils flared in anger and lust. His hold was rough, solid enough to force her to face him.

"Yes, sir!"

"Are you wasting my time?" Leo asked, surveying her fiery glare with aloofness. Her anger was meaningless to him.

"No, sir," she gritted out, rising on tiptoes as he added a twist of his wrist, drawing her up to attention.

"Then prove it," Leo growled. "Convince me."

With the words still hanging in the air, he released his hold and observed her critically.

Thinking fast, heart hammering and thighs getting wetter by the second, she stepped forward, placing her hands at his waist, ignoring the feeling of scales shifting over bunched muscle.

"Sir, I need you to fuck me."

Leo's expression remained sour.

"Is that the best you can do?"

Instead of being disheartened, she never felt so aroused. So alive!

In slow motion she leaned forward, nuzzling his chest, her full lips tracing the edges of his cool plastron as she sank to her knees. Her hands trailed down his sides, over the warm scales, stopping on the thick columns of his legs, her fingers kneading the hard muscle that rivaled granite beneath the leather.

Lips parted, her breath in heavy pants, she gazed upon the laces that bulged seductively before her, the heat so intense she could sense it around her ears. Fingers stilling, she gazed up through half lidded eyes.

"Master, I submit myself to you," she whispered, nudging the laces with her chin. A furnace of lust bloomed in answer, making her feel sunburned. "Take me to bed and do with me as you wish."

Leo released a long drawn breath, his hand reaching down to cup her face.

"That I shall."

Caressing her cheek he bid her to rise. She obeyed, rising up on tiptoe to accept a kiss, but Leo made no such a move. He stopped her before she could make contact and commanded her with stern authority.

"Lead us to your bed."

She lowered to her feet feeling cheated of a kiss, but obeyed. Lacing their fingers together, her long pale digits contrasting his large green ones, she led him down the hall to her bedroom. Each step made her giddy with excitement, her heart hammering wildly in her ribs, threatening to escape.

The bedroom was decorated with candles, small votives in fireproof ceramic holders, adding a rutilant glow to the room and its inhabitants. The bedside table was littered with lubricant and a few toys in case Leo wanted to employ such things. The bed was made, dressed with lots of fluffy pillows and a pink comforter that nearly touched the ground.

And as per instruction, there were a stack of towels waiting on the bed.

Leo halted her from climbing onto the bed, stopping her beside the end where the towels were neatly folded.

She paused and stared at him, the realization of the moment sinking in.

She was standing in her bedroom with a six foot tall mutated turtle, about to have said turtle throw her to the bed and dominate her until she came violently. But as soon as she took in his demeanor, commanding and silent, regarding her with those damnable blue eyes behind a black mask, his gaze penetrating and mysterious, the fact he bore green skin and shell melted away, becoming as props, as one might find during role play. Her misgivings faded into the back of her mind, seeing him more as a man than as an animal about to fuck her brains out.

There was so much more to him than his physiology. So dark. So brooding. So passionate. So dangerous and wonderful and damn if his scent hadn't increased.

Sandalwood and leather. A true musk of the wild, drowning her senses in something animalistic.

Feral.

Primal.

Caressing her arm, up her shoulder and looping the thin straps of her baby doll teddy, Leo said, "This is pretty, but I did not come here to be seduced."

With a deft flick of his fingers, the straps fell off pale shoulders, dropping slowly to the floor to leave her naked under his gaze.

"Nice," he breathed, eyeing her breasts appreciatively.

She surmised he was a breast man, as his breath hitched upon finding her perky nipples awaiting his attention. Such a drastic contract to the hardened plates that covered his own chest.

Carefully he moved, towering over her, his breath hot on her face. Cupping her cheek, he spoke.

"You are not to move unless I give permission. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," she whispered, legs becoming weak.

"Keep your hands at your sides unless otherwise instructed." Leo commanded gruffly, the sound echoing in her ears and igniting her blood.

"As you wish."

Her lips parted in invitation, but he didn't accept.

Instead of taking her kiss, he caressed her skin, large green finger following the delicate plane of her cheek and jaw, down the column of her throat. Tentatively he bent forward, his lips finding the pulse that beat erratically beneath his touch. She moaned, leaning back slightly to grant him better access, submitting fully to his ministrations.

A tender kiss found the hollow of her throat, earning a gasp. The kiss continued downward, over her sternum. Dropping to a knee, his tongue licked the saltiness of building desire between her breasts.

Fighting the urge to grasp his head and direct him between her legs where a throb was hammering away her sanity, she waited with ragged breath for him to continue.

His lips found her nipple, aching and desperate for attention. Sucking lightly, he slowly worked it into a tighter peak, building constant pressure as a suckling babe. His hand cupped the other breast, kneading it in preparation for his mouth.

Just when she thought she'd go mad from the pleasurable suction to her nipple, he retreated, laving his tongue generously, soothing the aching bud. She groaned in answer, loving the sensation of his large tongue stroking her tingling flesh. She couldn't wait to feel it somewhere else.

The place that was pounding madly, wanting attention.

But she willed herself to relax, at least, as much as she could with him working her into a frenzied state. Truth be told, she was enjoying his focus on her breasts. They had always been sensitive, and most of the men she had slept with had given them little, if any, attention. Most concentrated on her pussy, and their need to fill it.

Thoughts were blown from her mind when Leo opened his mouth, enclosing her entire breast and began to suck passionately, his tongue vigorously teasing her nipple furiously.

Gasping, she instinctively reached out, fingers gliding over the smoothness of his head, cradling him gently as a mother to babe.

Smack!

She cried out, jumping from the impact of his hand on her exposed ass. Hissing with the sting, she shifted from foot to foot to ward off the lingering pain, her hands dropping back to her sides.

"What did I say?" Leo barked. glaring at her. Though he was on one knee, he was practically eye level. "Hands behind back. Keep them there. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir!" she gasped.

Oh, it was taking some time for the sting to evaporate.

He grabbed her wrists, strong and unyielding, displaying his dominance and warning her to obey. Directing them behind her back, his hand paused to rub the red mark left from his rebuke.

It was a reminder that he was in charge. She had given control to him.

She took the rebuke for what it was worth. A sign of controlled strength. He knew how much power to exert and how to reign in that power, as to not cause her true harm.

And it was a fucking massive turn on!

She gazed upon him, kneeling, eyes hooded in darkness, breath warm along the column of her throat and chest. His broad shoulders moved with each breath, rising and falling, the muscle taut. Her eyes betrayed her, lingering on the green skin that sensually covered bundled cords of muscle, a powerhouse of masculinity.

"Master," she purred, lifting her chest to present her breast for his pleasure.

A low growl was her answer. Hungrily, Leo latched on, sucking furiously.

With each wet pull, her breast grew heavier in his mouth, the occasional rake of his teeth earning a shuddering gasp. The other breast received rough pressure and tweaks, the pleasure building in her chest until she felt the telltale sign of her impending release. Just as the quivers in her belly began, Leo stopped, her breast popping free, red and swollen.

Before she could gain her wits, he shifted, alternating sides, placing the other nipple between his lips and starting the process all over again.

Unbidden a long, low moan escaped her throat. She wanted nothing more than to run her fingers along his head, maybe direct him to her lips for a passionate kiss, but she remained stationary, keeping her hands locked behind her back as he had instructed.

It was difficult to remain coherent with the talent of his mouth driving her to the edge.

Toes curling, she felt her lower belly coil. Her thighs dampened with approval, pussy growing increasingly needy for the male making love to her with his mouth. Panting, she whimpered, hoping to convey to him her end was nearing.

But Leo was not to be rushed.

Carefully he encased her breast, tongue darting playfully with her nipple, driving it wild. She responded with a long, drawn whimper interspersed with shallow gasps, breasts heaving as she climbed closer to the sweet pinnacle.

Never had she been so close by simple breast stimulation.

Orgasms were difficult for her, usually finding her release with clitoral stimulation. She never came from penetration, or the ever elusive G-spot.

The thought was barely through her mind when she felt one of Leo's thick digits part her lower lips, seeking her clit. She made a noise of encouragement, shifting her legs to grant him access.

She expected him to find her entrance and pump her for a quick orgasm, but he surprised her. Slowly he circled the happy little button that bloomed under his ministrations. Each gentle caress brought her closer and closer.

It was so difficult, remaining immobile, hands behind back, unable to touch him while he lazily stroked her clit, his eyes keenly focused on hers, his mouth offering heated pulls and lavish licks to her aching breast.

Pleasure rippled along her skin, sending fiery jolts of electricity coursing along every nerve.

Giving in to the pleasure, her eyes fluttered closed, basking in the attention, rotating her hips to match his perfect, sensual rhythm.

Leo's voice cracked like a whip, her heavy breast popping free to burn in the coolness of the air.

"Eyes open and on me!"

Immediately, she opened her eyes, staring into the turbulent blues encased in black. They were fierce, sharp, pupils dilated with lust, yet staring intently with a ferocity that was sensually terrifying.

She whimpered, fear and pleasure warring in her mind, breath coming in short bursts, eyes locked onto his unwavering stare.

The tumble over the edge was as sensuous as his intensity, his icy blue gaze focused sorely upon her as she shuddered, riding out the waves of pleasure he coaxed from her wet, delicate, feminine places.

Throughout the tumult, she remained as he instructed through the gentle storm that made her shudder, temporarily robbing her of breath, her lips mere centimeters from his own, her eyes locked in sexual combat with his.

His finger stilled, head tilting slightly as he observed her return to reality. His hand and her inner thighs were slick with her honey.

Trembling, she regarded him with a hooded expression, feeling warm and tingly and totally relaxed. It was rare she came so fully.

But Leo wasn't done yet.

"Nicely done," he breathed, removing his finger. He regarded his wet digit for a moment. "Wonder if it tastes as good as it smells?"

He placed his finger in his mouth and hummed in approval. Licking his lips, he returned his finger to her clit, which gave a mourning throb in answer.

"Here," he said huskily, placing his finger to her lips.

She didn't hesitate. Wrapping her lips around his finger, her tongue played with her taste, savoring the sweetness that was unique unto her as she suckled on his green digit.

Leo growled lowly, the tone of a hungry jungle cat, rumbling from a dark and dangerous place.

The sound traveled to her ear and caused a shiver to inch up her spine.

She wanted that sound.

To hear it breathed into her ear as he moved. To feel it vibrate in her chest or at her back, echoing from him to fill her with its resonance.

She kissed the tip of his finger that had offered her taste, and purred, "Master."

Leo rose and turned to the bed, where he placed the towels in the center and ordered her, "On the bed. Hands and knees."

His voice alone had the ability to make her obey his every command. It was deep, sultry, a bass fiddle that seduced her to the very core. Taking a slow, steadying breath, she crawled on the bed, ready to have this mutated humanoid dominate her.

Her breasts swayed heavy and full, tingling as the air chilled the heated flesh still wet with his saliva. Her pussy pounded more violently than a drummer on Red Bull.

She needed him.

Badly!

The total weirdness of the situation didn't enter her mind. Here she was naked, waiting on her bed to be mounted by a turtle, doggy style.

It was too surreal.

His firm hand directed her to straddle the towels in the way he wanted, his touch achingly gentle but leaving behind a scorching trail of need and desperation.

"Perfect, my pet," Leo said, standing behind her, admiring her feminine display.

She waited with bated breath for him to climb up behind her and pound her dry, but he was in no kind of hurry. She had agreed to submit to him, which also meant, she was subjected to his slow and methodical pace. She was at his mercy, and loving every second of her aching torment.

He traced her foot, which made her flinch, giggling softly. Her feet were sensitive and very ticklish.

"Now, now, now, I was examining that," Leo admonished, running a finger along the arch of her right foot.

She twitched, moving away from his hand.

Smack!

He landed an open handed slap to her thigh. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to remind her she was under his control. She must obey or face the consequences.

She hissed, lithe muscle flexing from the sting but instead of flinching from the rebuke, she found herself grow wetter.

This! This is what she had been craving all this time, seeking cheap lays and fast thrills.

She closed her eyes and simply basked in his attention, giving into the moment and following his lead.

Using both thumbs he massaged the arches, alternating between the soft arch and the rougher texture of the pads of her feet. Up her thin ankle, along the finely shaped calf, her soft thighs. Over her hips he caressed, tracing the tiny bumps that formed in the wake of his touch until he found the source of her arousal.

No doubt he had sensed it since his arrival, but now that she was bare and on display, he could witness first hand how turned on she was.

The petals of her sex were damp, and when he gentle parted them with his thumbs, they revealed the plumpness of her sex in full blossom. She moaned, savoring his touch, desperate to quell the longing that had been aching since she first laid eyes on the sexy male mutant.

"Nice,' he muttered, a rumbling bass of sound that earned a tremor. "I wonder how it tastes?"

Using his tongue, he followed first one lip, then the other, offering a slow, chaste kiss. To her surprise, his tongue was rough, tastebuds prominent and offering a delicious friction. She panted, rocking back and forth to encourage him to go a little faster, to press a little harder.

But Leo was not one to be rushed.

Smack!

She yelped as his hand came down on her rounded bottom.

"Hold still. I won't tell you again." Leo warned darkly, his breath a hot tickle between her legs.

"Yessir," she answered breathlessly, relaxing her legs open a little further.

Leo ducked his head, his tongue dancing along the outer lip before dropping down, finding the little button that throbbed under his exploration. He knew exactly how to coax it into showing him all the magic it possessed, displaying the full glorious and miraculous pleasure a woman experienced with a slow and well learned touch.

A burst of clover graced his tongue. Hungrily, he lapped at his reward, humming at the musky sweetness. Searching for the source, he curled his tongue, probing the inner most recesses until finding her opening, where he easily slipped his tongue, suckling the flavor.

Her thighs quivered, arms shaking with the strain of holding herself aloft while he made her body betray her. Whimpering, her hips tilted of their own accord, offering herself to him. He took the invitation, swirling his tongue along her clit before sliding it sensually up her slit, along her sex, and across her other opening.

She gasped, lurching slightly from the shock.

"You like that?" Leo rumbled, kissing the dip between her buttocks.

"Yessss," she breathed, twitching from the tension building in her bones.

Smack!

Ouch!

Oh, she felt that one. The sting was a reminder of her place. She was to give proper respect to the one dominating her. To the one driving her mad. To the one who offered her sweet, beautiful, glorious relief.

She glanced over her shoulder. He leaned on bed behind her, the soft amber glow of the candlelight highlighting his broad shoulders and throwing his face in shadow. But the darkness couldn't hide the blue that glittered behind a black mask. Piercing. Commanding.

"Yes, master," she breathed, having difficulty speaking.

The sight of him took her breath, and her sanity, away.

He was beyond mesmerizing.

Poised so majestically, bathed in candlelight, the rock hard muscle, towering over her helpless femininity, ready to claim her in every possible way. Glacial eyes stern behind the mask of black.

She had never seen anything so dangerously hot in all her life. Closing her eyes, she lowered her head, biting her lip and tilting her hips upward in open submission.

"Much better," Leo murmured, his lips once again finding her center.

He offered a chaste kiss before sucking the tender lips into his mouth, his tongue probing between them, seeking the nectar.

She bucked involuntarily.

Releasing the fleshy petals, he trailed kisses and licks along her left cheek, rising to her hip, across her backside. Languidly, he raked his teeth over her buttocks, then along her spine, slowing kissing each vertebra.

He followed the plane of each rib with short, light nips, retracing his path with a long swipe of his tongue to flick her spine and repeat the process alternatively up her back.

Resisting the urge to fidget, she took a deep breath, calming her curiosity, allowing him total and utmost control. She was so turned on she nearly came when she felt his hot breath on her neck as he shifted from side to side, no doubt preparing himself to mount her and end her misery.

Her earlier orgasm had only been a precursor to what was coming. Of what he was going to do to her. The thought made her ache even more.

She was ready.

For anything and everything. She was ready to give him whatever he asked for. She was at his complete and utter mercy.

And the thought nearly made her cum.

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Okay my fellow Leo Lusters (oh, that DOES have a nice ring to it, doesn't it?)... I was trying to think of Leo's next conquest and was contemplating either a quiet/reserved librarian at the New York Library (redolent of original Ghostbusters)... or maybe a shy college girl who is really dorky/nerdy/never been kissed type.

Thoughts?

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