Chapter THREE
Objective: No Limits
AN: THANK YOU ALEXLUKE for your continued support and feedback!
AN 2: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY fellow Testudophiles! ;) So ends another session with our glorious Dom, Leo. So grateful I was able to finally get this finished up for the occasion. Hope it satisfies as much as Leo!
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He covered her easily, his pre-cum filling her navel as he lured her into a kiss.
She remained tense, accepting his kiss with pursed lips and bated breath. But as he coaxed her into a sensual duel, his tongue flicking hers, one hand cupping her breast and pinching a nipple to earn a sharp intake, she relaxed, trusting in him.
He circled his arms around her waist, holding her tight, and much to her shock, turned them over, placing her on top, her legs falling useless on either side. His hands rubbed up and down her back as he leaned against the headboard, drawing his knees up.
"I want to watch you ride me," he growled, gripping her hips and offering a hard thrust against her stomach. "When I lift you up, guide me inside you."
Totally at his mercy, she nodded.
"Yes, master."
Easily he lifted her, giving her room to reach between them and grasp his cock. He was so large, her fingers couldn't reach around his girth. Shakily, she placed him at her center, terrified and highly aroused by the sight of his cock about to enter her.
Down her lowered her onto his shaft, causing her eyes to widen and mouth to gape with pleasurable surprise.
"Nice and slow, my pet," he breathed, as if she was the one controlling the descent.
Gravity drew her downward and for the first time in years, she experienced the sensation of being full. Long forgotten places awakened, coming alive with renewed energy as they stretched and struggled to accommodate the thickness pressing inside.
"Little more, my pet," Leo added hastily, giving her a moment to adapt before pushing in the last couple of inches.
She clutched his shoulders, face frozen in a mixture of pleasure, pain, and disbelief.
"Good girl," he muttered, rubbing up and down her sides. He gave her a dazzling smile. "You are amazing."
Shuddering, she finally succumbed, staring into his eyes to find them burning as a tundra. He caressed her back, hips, and thighs, the heat of his hands igniting her senses.
After a few moments, he commanded softly, "Lean back on my knees."
She did, causing him to shift inside her, awakening another place that had slumbered since her accident. Resting against his knees, she followed his gaze to the join of their bodies.
"Look how beautiful you are,' he whispered, thumbs spreading her lips open to reveal his length buried to the hilt. "How perfect. So beautiful."
He took her right hand, directing it to the junction.
"Feel how nicely we fit?" he asked, directing her into exploring their union. "How hard and big I am, hiding inside your soft, feminine heat?"
She followed his example, touching the base of his cock, granite and burning to the touch, as opposed to the softness of her lips, stretched around his girth, offering an intimate kiss.
"Touch yourself," Leo commanded, directing her fingers to the bundle of nerves that sought completion despite the confusing input from her damaged nerves.
She was no stranger to herself, so the act of caressing her clit and massaging herself to completion didn't embarrass her. She reclined against his knees, legs lax on either side of his hips, his cock buried to the hilt, and she toyed with her clit, finding more and more sensation return to her lower regions.
Leo leaned forward, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking lightly.
She hummed, loving the feeling of being so full. Even in her damaged state, she could feel him press all the right places. Despite her earlier misgivings, she was glad she got over her fear and followed through.
This was amazing!
He was amazing!
Leo gripped her hips and began to lift then lower her. It was only a few inches, but enough motion to simulate her riding his cock.
"Easy my little pet," he murmured, lifting her higher and easing her down. "You are still tight and I don't want you to hurt yourself."
She bit her lip, loving the fact he played into the fantasy. Cowgirl was always her favorite, but since the accident, she lacked the ability to give a good ride.
But not with Leo.
She placed her hands on his shoulders, staring into his eyes as he slowly mimicked her riding him.
Up. Down. In. Out. The sensual push and pull of male and female moving as one.
Her breasts bobbed and swayed a little from the motion.
Back in her youth, she would have rode him hard and fast, her breasts bouncing as quick and free as her hips.
He balanced her hips on his forearms, using gravity to draw her fully down his shaft before lifting her up a few inches to repeat the process.
"Now, now, I can't let you have all the fun," Leo said, hilting her and squeezing her rounded buttocks.
She rested on his chest, soft, rounded breasts pressed into his hardened plates, staring into his eyes as he directed their love making.
His hands rubbed and massaged her hips and ass, fingers splaying on the fullness and opening her wider, his hips tilting upward to pump the deepest part of her.
Shivering and gasping, she tried to stay focused, but with the angle, his rigidity buried so deep, her pussy stretched so gloriously full, her clit grinding into his ridged flesh, she couldn't hold back.
Eyes fluttering, she sighed as she came undone, legs jerking and writhing as her orgasm shook her down to the core.
And yet, on and on he moved, shallow pumping, directing her hips into maintaining their union.
She quickly returned to her senses, inner fire not yet quelled. And by the thickness moving within, his fire was still burning.
As was her inner walls.
Loving the awakening sensation, she moved the only way she could, rocking back and forth, timing her motion with his thrust.
"Good girl," he rumbled, clutching her ass and grinding hard and fast, causing her breath to hitch. He suddenly stopped, glaring at her with those damnable icy slivers. "Now, what did I say about going slow?"
She panted, trembling, impaled helplessly on his shaft. Focus was difficult but she played along, indulging in the fantasy she was the overly eager one.
"Sorry, Master. You feel so good, I couldn't help myself."
Leo growled, vibrating her inside and out, a tangible noise that made the hairs on her neck stand up and her inner walls tighten appreciatively.
"That is no excuse," Leo said, offering a hard smack to her pale, rounded ass.
She cried out, surprised and quite turned on by the action. She detected warmth and tingles from the place of impact. Strange and exhilarating! Wanting him to know she approved of the punishment, and loving the building desire, she bit her lip, gazing demurely through her lashes.
"I deserve to be punished," she whispered, lying submissively along his plastron, her head bowed. She licked the seam of his chest, between the plates, tasting the saltiness of his sweat. "I've been such a bad girl."
"Yes, you have," Leo breathed, muscles as hard as the thing buried inside her. "I believe a little punishment is in order, lest you forget your place."
She licked the seam again, hands searching for the edge of his shell and bracing herself for the pleasurable chastisement to come.
Leo drew back his right hand, landing it on her left buttock. It wasn't hard enough to leave a mark, but it definitely left behind a sting.
It also caused her to rise up his length a few inches and slide back down, swallowing him wholly.
His left hand repeated the gesture, though he added more of an upward swing, causing her to rise halfway up his shaft.
She moaned, burying her face in his chest, the heat blooming from his hand and translating into something quite pleasurable. She was never one for 'punishment play' but the way Leo expertly tapped her bottom, causing her to rise and fall on his shaft, this was so much better than missionary!
She had forgotten what it felt like to truly engage, physically. To be dominate as well as submissive.
"Look at me, my little pet," Leo commanded, sweeping both hands upward to lift her almost completely off his hardness.
Dreamily, she looked up, locking gazes with him, lips parted.
"Such a good girl," he breathed, allowing gravity to take hold and rejoin their bodies.
She moaned softly as he grew inside her, both ass cheeks burning, her pussy clenching, ready to put an end to this erotic punishment.
"Ride me." Leo commanded, gripping her hips and bouncing her on his cock. "Show me what you can do, my little pet."
Still clutching the edges of his shell, she rocked in time with his thrust, feeling the aching beauty of his wide crown roughly caressing the entrance to her womb. Heat bloomed in her belly. Her skin tingled, even the tips of her toes. Her legs jerked spastically.
It was the most fantastic sensation she had ever felt, even before the accident.
Breath hitching, she threw back her head and exhaled several gasping sighs, shaking as she experienced a thoroughly fulfilling orgasm. But it was short lived.
She had barely regained her senses when Leo flipped them over, still buried to the hilt, and pinned her into place.
Her eyes flew open, staring at the large, looming figure impaling her.
He slid his hand down her thigh, cupping her hip before delivering a strong spank, causing her jerk in answer.
"Bad girl!" he growled, offering a hard thrust that made her breasts bounce. "No more silence! When you cum, I want to hear it!"
Trembling, pinned under his weight, terrified of the darkness reflected in his eyes, she offered a muted nod, not trusting her voice.
Leo growled, shaking her thoroughly with the resounding power of his anger. Roughly he clasped her wrists, placing them above her head and keeping them trapped by his much larger hand.
Powerless, helpless, she lay, frightened and aroused as he kissed her, hard. His tongue demanding surrender and total control, and despite the circumstances and fear, she submitted.
He thrust, robbing her breath, which he replaced with his own.
"Every scream," Leo growled, snapping his hips violently, earning a passionate answer from her throat. "Every cry I fuck out of you," he hovered, glaring heatedly into her eyes as he thrust three times, "I want to hear it! Understand?"
She nodded, near tears, the heat filling her to the point of madness. Apprehension melted away, replaced by the full force of his power. His magnetism. The sheer sexual masculinity driving her toward an unknown, higher precipice.
"Yes… yes, master," she panted, finding something primal in the way he held her down.
He snapped his hips, earning her voice. A growl of approval was her answer.
"Much better," he breathed, hand sliding down to pull her leg around his waist and cup her ass.
He rocked, drawing ever increasing moans and cries.
"Good girl," he praised as her vocalizations grew in intensity.
He withdrew almost completely before slamming back in, causing her breasts to bounce painfully and a passionate gasp to escape her full, red lips. Though she was as sexually active as any young woman, she had always been reserved while in the throes of passion, namely due to the fact many times her parents had been nearby and she didn't want them to know what their daughter was engaged in. But whereas she had learned to be silent during sex, Leo was demanding the complete opposite, drawing forth the passionate, feminine sounds of a woman being satisfied.
And boy was she being satisfied!
Her belly wobbled and following his instruction, she let out a long moan, shuddering around him. Temporarily robbed of her senses, she inhaled sharply, her lungs reminding her of such a need as she returned to reality.
Leo remained motionless, poised high above, hard and thick, buried to the hilt and observing her with those damnable eyes.
"Very good, my pet," he praised, "But I do believe you can do much better."
He moved with determination, keeping her hip balanced as he moved harder and faster, gliding long and smooth between her pale legs. He rose and fell, the power of his thrust lifting her hips off the mattress.
The resonating throb of his cock beat a taboo upon her feminine places.
She clutched the headboard, riding up it as he showed no mercy, driving into her with such a force, she was sure she would split in two. Onward and faster he moved, determined to put an end to her misery. The wet, rhythmic pulse of their frantic fucking filled the room.
"I want you to come with me," he said, drawing her out of her mindlessness.
"Get ready."
She barely nodded before she felt the most wonderful sensation tighten her lower regions.
"Now!"
Leo growled, an unearthly, violent, terrifyingly erotic sound that vibrated down his chest, into his shaft, and exploded in her belly. Liquid heat coated her inner walls as she fisted tightly around him, shuddering inside and out, a broken, guttural noise ripping from her throat as she lost all sense of reality.
On and on she came, stars flashing before her eyes as she rose and fell in the stratosphere. Her toes curled, muscles clenched, lower body tensed as she shuddered and cried his name.
"LEEEEOOOOOO!" she half sobbed, half screamed, being filled with his fire as he burned inside her, his voice a feral noise of a bass, rumbling from the depths of darkness.
She continued to shudder around him for over a minute, reality wavering between dream and fantasy, keeping her aloft upon the highest precipice.
He prolonged the sensation by rocking forcibly, his impressive girth reveling and coaxing her into an intimate massage. Breathlessly he dropped atop her, mindful not to crush her.
Slow to regain her senses, she hummed in appreciation, loving the feel of his weight pressing her to the bed, his breath hot and fast on her neck, that fantastic appendage quivering in a most delightful way, sending shivers of sensation up and down her spine.
It took a couple minutes to regain her breath. She muttered in his ear, "That was.. amazing."
Leo rose to his elbows, keeping her submissive below his weight. His eyes glittered as a million points of icy light.
"You are the amazing one," he whispered, holding her in place while he withdrew, causing her to buck from his absence.
"Thank you," she sighed, reaching up and drawing him into a kiss loaded with meaning.
He returned her attention, naturally asserting control and domination, though he broke the kiss before it deepened into a second round.
"I will clean up," he said, gazing into her eyes and caressing her cheek tenderly. "Do not move, my pet."
He offered a chaste kiss to her brow before rising; grabbing the towels he brought from the bathroom and began to wipe down his copious release from between her open legs. The towels below had caught his flood, but her femininity and inner thighs glistened with pearly frost.
She sighed in contentment as he intimately removed the last traces of his seed before lifting her hips and extracting the towels from under her. She was glad he had the foresight to utilize such a precaution. She didn't fancy sleeping in a sticky mess.
Leo hastily dried himself, his tail thick and impressive, even in rest.
She marveled at his physique, the rippling muscle bulging beneath green skin, the wide sexy shell accenting broad shoulders, the chiseled ridges of his hard stomach. Suddenly needing the urge to justify and rectify her actions, she spoke.
"That was the best fuck I've ever had, even before the accident."
"Satisfaction is guaranteed." Leo parroted the company motto as he wiped away the last marks of their union. His deft fingers relaced his pants, hiding his pride. Collecting the towels, he took them to the bathroom, dropping them into the hamper and returned to the bedroom, appearing as hard lined, masculine, and sensuous as he did upon first arrival.
He took her breath away.
"Will you hold me?" she asked, hand out in invitation. "For a little while?"
Leo offered a silent dip of his head. Pulling her blankets free, he tucked her in as he laid beside her, enclosing her in his strong arms, her head resting on his chest.
"I'm so glad I overcame my fear and went through with this," she said, inhaling the rich, Earthy scent of deep woods with a light tinge of well worn leather. She hadn't noticed the unique, and utterly sensual smell he exuded. Nature's pheromones always trumped man made chemicals of faux fragrances. To her, men were supposed to smell like men. Not an overly primped peacock fresh out of a whorehouse.
"Fears often keep us from experiencing the world around us," he said sagely.
"I wish I could stay like this forever." She muttered, tracing the warm plastron with delicate fingers.
Leo caressed her damp hair, holding her close, his lips ghosting her forehead. He whispered against her skin, "That is not the arrangement."
Lulled by Leo's calming presence and steady heartbeat, her eyes drifted closed.
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When she awoke the next morning, she found her wheelchair positioned by the bed, same as it always had been since the accident. Vaguely she wondered if it was all a dream, until she noticed the single red rose lying on the seat.
He was real, as was the lingering pulse between her legs.
It would have been nice if he stayed. Maybe woken her with another round, but that could never be. His mistress was the night. The shadows were where he lived. He only left the safety and protection of the dark to fulfill intimate desires.
To show the misunderstood, the loveless, the broken, a night of passion. To remind them of their femininity. Their womanhood. The power they possessed. To give them strength and courage.
To prove they are not lost.
They are not broken.
That was the arrangement.
Objective: COMPLETE
(the end)
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