Chapter TWO:
Objective: Awakened
AN: THANK YOU ALEXLUKE for your continued support and feedback! You're beyond AWESOME!
AN2: Sorry for delay but I've rewritten this sucker 3-4 times and I'm still NOT entirely happy with it. I don't know why. Maybe I've just went over it so many times it's ingrained in my brain. Anyway, let me know what you think.
AN3: Here's hoping I can get the third installment done by Valentine's day. Won't that be a fun time? ;)
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She licked his thumb, offering a demure flutter of lashes to convey submission and innocence. It worked.
Leo rumbled a growl that sent her heart skipping several beats. Blue eyes dilated into glacial chunks that burned her soul and ignited her most secret of recesses.
"What is your safe word?" he repeated in a voice of a long, drawn bass.
"Red," she whispered, kissing his palm.
His nostrils flared in response.
"Let's continue this in the bedroom."
Overheated and heart pounding in her ears, she fumbled with the controls on her chair. The electric motor gave a hum, the wheels lurched a couple inches, but his hand covered hers, preventing her from directing the chair to the bedroom.
"Oh, no my pet," he breathed, leaning over and taking both her hands in his. He looped them around his neck before lifting her up bridal style. "You are mine now. Your only thought should be obeying me and allowing me to pleasure you into madness."
Shakily, she nodded, staring at this strange and beautiful creature lifting her into his arms with such ease. Who carried her, swiftly and silently, down the hall and into her bedroom, where he placed her on the bed as if she was the most precious thing in the world.
It was heroic. Romantic.
Blinking rapidly, unsure what to expect, she reached up to touch his waist. The scales shifted beneath under her fingertips, the flesh warm and unyielding.
"Is this…okay?" she asked, voice and hands, trembling.
"Yes," he muttered. He covered her hands with his own, directing them along his sides, over the hardened plates of his abs, his eyes never leaving hers. "It feels good when you touch me."
"Really?" she asked, surprised by such a declaration. She traced along the ridges forming the plates, apprehension melting away into curiosity, developing into lust. "You can... feel that?"
"Yes," he confirmed, allowing her to explore his plastron and scales. He gave her subtle direction on where he wanted to be touched.
She marveled at the hardness of his flesh. Sheer muscle of his legs, chest, and arms. Oh, she sensed the strength he possessed when he carried her. But now he was immobile, merely allowing her to explore every chiseled inch…it was enough to make her quivering and lightheaded.
And the heat.
She expected him to be cool and clammy, like a reptile, but he was hot, and sensual, and emboldened by his encouragement to continue exploring, she risked gliding her hands along his hips, down his thighs, which were as granite, encased in leather and immoveable as the mountains. Up his inner thigh, she paused a moment at the laced up bulge radiating heat though it was tightly bound by straining leather.
She gazed up, seeking direction. A tiny nod and she continued, finally cupping him through the supple leather.
Her eyes went wide from detecting the thickness of the appendage hidden beneath.
Was this even possible? He seemed larger than life, let alone for her idle femininity.
He grasped her hands, taking them away from the prominence, to smile serenely down at her.
"I will be inside you soon enough, my pet, but first, I need to properly prepare you."
She gulped, heart thudding in her ears. Out of nowhere, Red Rum crossed her mind. She wanted to laugh but he was speaking.
"It appears you have not prepared as per instruction."
"Instruction?" she asked, mind slipping out of its sexual fog.
"I require towels to properly bed you," Leo said, rising to his full height.
My, he was glorious!
A green marbled figure, carved from smooth stone, alive and so terrifyingly beautiful.
Leo disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a stack of towels, where he placed them on the bed and hovered over her, grinning in a sinfully wicked way.
Her heart rate increased and it had nothing to do with the power of him throwing her into diminutive shadow.
"Your punishment will be brief, I assure you."
"Punishment?" she squeaked, sinking into the bed as if to hide from the towering force of his might.
"Oh yes," Leo purred, chest rumbling as a stalking panther.
She rose to the sound, nipples budding, panties dampening, drawn to the resonance as moth to flame.
Wow! How could he achieve such a perfect, mesmerizing pitch?
Leo grasped one of the pillows, placing it along the headboard, and reclined her into the position he wanted. Folding over three towels, he placed them under her pelvis. Stretching out beside her, the bed creaking with his added weight, he coaxed her into a kiss.
She thought it was going to be awkward, but he was a natural, engaging her tongue as a seasoned pro and doing heated battle for dominance. She easily submitted, fingers splayed along his cheek, totally lost to the feeling of him. The fact he had scales and a shell melted away into nothingness.
He was simply a man.
One who was passionate and hungry and unperturbed by her disabled state.
His hand drifted from her hip to between her legs, his strong, wide digit stroking her secret place through the fabric of her satin shorts and white cotton panties.
She gaped in surprise, wide eyes staring into his own lust filled continence as he lazily caressed her awakening arousal. She gripped his arm, bundled muscle moving fluidly beneath the green skin as he continued his delicate torture, spelling his name intimately, circling her clit with the 'o' and taking her breath each time she exhaled in a pleasurable whine.
"Tonight, this," he muttered, lowering his head to suck at the pulse point at her neck, "is mine. Do you understand?"
"Yes, master," she breathed, wiggling as best she could with an uncooperative body.
"You are to obey my every command," he added, spelling his name more forcibly between her legs.
She arched, whimpering, clutching his muscular arm. It was difficult to gather her wits, wanting to fall so wonderfully over the edge, but she managed to moan her answer.
"Yes, master."
He stopped, leaving her flushed and wanting, staring up at him with delirious expectation.
"Good girl," he praised, leaning over to lick her lips, eyes glittering as diamonds. "Now, remain still while I undress you."
She fought back a tear, realizing he was playing to her weakness. But instead of using it against her, he was utilizing it to enhance her pleasure.
He offered a chaste kiss, which she readily accepted, pouring all her emotions into it, hands going to his chest as he took command, of her mouth, her body, and her soul. Without breaking contact, he slipped his hand beneath the satiny pink top, finding her bare, hot skin. She immediately gasped when he palmed her breast, adding a pinch to the pebbled tip.
Breaking the kiss, his expression promising sexual danger if she disobeyed, he rose, lifting the spaghetti strap top to reveal her pert breasts. Directing her to rise, he removed the top, then had her to return to reclining on the pillow, breasts heaving as he examined them with lustful scrutiny.
He weighed each in turn, pinching the nipple and soothing the ache with a rough, calloused massage.
He met her timid gaze, speaking as he lowered his head.
"So beautiful."
His tongue lapped the dark peak before taking mercy and pulling it into the heat of his mouth.
Moaning, she cradled his head as he suckled gentle as a babe. Her breast grew heavy and throbbing, as was her lower regions. She could sense the shift, knowing she was responding to his expert stimulation.
It had been so long since she felt this way. Too long.
He nipped her nipple, eliciting a shudder that sent her hissing and arching. Which he took as invitation to repeat.
Nipples aching, breasts full and heavy, she clutched him, panting each time he nursed, his tongue swirling a peak, teeth pinching the darkened tip, his attention driving her wild.
Without warning, he abandoned her breasts and kissed her soundly, his tongue drawing hers into a dance as old as time. Hand pressed into her belly, he no doubt sensed her tremors. Three fingers splayed along her pale stomach, keeping her immobile while he plundered her mouth.
Sneakily, his hand slipped lower, under the waist of her satin shorts and passed the rim of her panties to find her femininity.
"So wet," he breathed between kisses, finger flicking her sensitive nubbin, causing her to jump.
She could only whimper in response, wanting desperately to open her legs and grind into his hand, but her uncooperative body could only offer a twitch as her bundle of nerves was stimulated.
"Can you feel," Leo asked, dipping his finger lower to slip the tip inside, "this?"
A sharp inhale was his answer.
"Oh, my little pet likes that," Leo rumbled, the sound vibrated from his chest into hers, making her nipples ache and her inner walls clench.
Leo offered a quick kiss before trailing his tongue down her throat, between her breasts, pausing to offer both a long, drawn pull, along her stomach, to where he hooked his fingers around the waist of her pink satin shorts and white cotton panties, and slid them down her legs.
He made a great show of massaging her thighs, caressing her knees, lifting her feet and kissing her ankles.
She stared, mesmerized and a little frightened, laying there, naked, totally at this mutant turtle's mercy. If he tried to hurt or overpower her, she was unable to fight him off. But he made no violent movement, nor displayed any harmful intent.
If anything, he was reverent.
Carefully opening her legs, he gazed at her center, his pupils dilated, tongue tracing his lips. Her legs fell uselessly to either side, presenting her bare femininity totally helpless to his whims.
Instead of quickly mounting her for a fast fuck, he picked up a couple decorative pillows that had fallen to the floor, and tucked them under each thigh, adjusting them to allow her to remain in full display but not tax her strength.
"Is this comfortable?" he asked, caressing her thighs, his cheek rubbing the inner part of her left knee.
She nodded.
"Yes, master."
He growled, lowering his head to the apex of her thighs, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Good girl," he rumbled, tongue taking a languid swipe through the dewy crease.
She twitched awkwardly, wanting to lift her hips to match his tongue, but remained as he instructed, watching through heavily lidded eyes as he lazily lapped her center.
His pink tongue explored her wet folds, eyes brilliant blue and glittering as diamonds. He was breathtaking! As was his talent.
Her lower regions were awakening, tingling and twitching in response to his expert touch. Places rendered dormant since the accident were coming alive, throbbing with pent up desire.
She cradled his face, caressing his brow along his black mask.
One of his thick green fingers penetrated her, curling upward to simulate her G spot as he focused his attention on the hardened pea beneath his tongue. Each delicate curl of his finger was punctuated by leisurely circles of her clit, causing her breath to hitch and legs to twitch.
Leo growled, the sound transferring from him and vibrating her lower regions. With a shuddering sigh, she surrendered to a shallow climax, inner walls tightening on Leo's digit and coating it with a rich honey.
Breasts heaving, she smiled at the mutant between her legs.
"Good girl," Leo praised, withdrawing his finger to roughly lick her lower lips and drink the musky sweetness. "I think you ready for me."
As a dangerous predator he rose to his haunches, undoing the laces, eyes dark and foreboding.
She stared, suddenly becoming nervous as he undone the last lace and shifted his pants over his hips. His cock erupted, thick, purple, and already glistening with lubrication.
Apprehension froze her into place. Her heart leapt up into her throat, making blood pound in her ears, deafening her to all else.
Would he even fit?
He tugged on his impressive member, earning several drops of pearly white fluid.
"Do I still have your submission?" he asked silkily, running his hand along his considerable length.
It wept for him.
She stared, unable to take her eyes from the dark shaft pointed directly at her most vulnerable place. Naturally there was fear. Something that large and her being so small, but then again, he had shown nothing but passion and consideration.
He'd be a tight fit, and there was no denying the insistent throb that reminded her she was a woman. The pounding in her ears was shifting to her pussy, where her delicate place began to mourn hungrily.
It had been a long time since she experienced something so filling. His talented tongue and finger had given her a precursor orgasm, one she experienced many times with various toys and self stimulation. But whereas she barely took herself over the shallow edge, he was promising a far more filling eruption.
The kind that left quakes long into the night.
Swallowing her doubt, she lifted her arms to embrace him.
"Master."
He accepted her surrender.
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Okay, be honest… have I maintained the tension and desire? I have no clue why this chapter gave me such fits, but it seemed to… sputter… along. I don't know. Could be merely my imagination or the fact I have several projects going at once.
Finally, dear readers and supporters, I'll need your feedback. Since I'm hoping (fingers crossed) to get this finished around Valentine's Day, I'll need to know which one to work on next.
As a reminder, readers have proposed a:
-prudish/older woman
-Dominatrix
-Bored housewife (not too sure about that one as I don't like the idea of Leo breaking up a marriage)
If none of those ideas sound appealing for the next adventure (but they WILL be done, as I wanna indulge ALL these little fantasies)… then I'm also open to new ideas.
The woman with the most votes wins the next conquest. *fans self* Dear Lord, how Hot is that?!
(author jumps in a freezing lake and creates heavy fog that lasts three days.. local forecasters are stumped to this strange phenomenon)