Zemira

And just for that, you'll be punished.

Leo's words rebounded in my ears.

Just like he promised, he played. I felt his calloused fingers running over my arched back, trailing down the ridges of my spine.

His eyes were trained on me, taunting me with that smug smile. When he tilted his head and leaned closer, breath cemented in my chest.

Dragging a finger down over my black and red panty, he pulled it, snapping it back as he did with my bra strap.

I closed my eyes, feeling the soft snaps of elasticity spark my skin. My body, warming from the inside, was vibrating in its core to have him under me, over me...anywhere near me. But I had to be patient.

The washroom echoed with a soft slap.

The globe of my ass warmed with Leo's palm marks.

Then it came harder. Slap

He watched me as my head tilted to the side, letting him view the throbbing vein on my neck. It wasn't the only thing that pulsated.

Between my legs, a whirlpool of desire and need was crashing harder than before, ready to drench my panty and run down my legs.

I leaned on the cold white tiled slab, breathing to remain sane.

Slap

Delicious pain ran down my legs and up, braiding into every cell in my body. The right ass cheek he spanked had warmed, probably red too.

I felt his fingers gripping my skin, tightening their hold over my bottom as he aligned himself behind me. His left hand snaked in front, pinching my perky nipples.

My head leaned into his shoulder. His tongue trailed a thick line of wetness, desire and head over the arc of my shoulder.

"Leo..." It wasn't a dream. I had to ensure. "Yes..."

My voice, hitching, breaking and rasping filled the washroom silence. Each wall bounced his words -- soft chats of my name.

With a firm grip, Leo held my breast in one hand, my ass with another, and began kneading harder. My bottom arched, rubbing over his erection.

With a quick whirl, Leo turned me around to face him. He was about to lean before me but at the last minute decided otherwise.

Raising me on the cold slab, his fingers hovered over my panty, sliding it down.

Smack

My wet, throbbing pussy felt the jerk from his hand. As if the pleasures of the words accumulated at my clit, my head leaned back when he smacked it softly, running his finger over my wet folds.

"Fuckkk..." My voice wasn't just a growled demand. It was a prayer, a wish to be satisfied.

Leo pulled me closer to his body, then arched my legs towards my head. In a coiled form, I had exposed my sex for his viewing pleasure.

"Let's put that Pilates and yoga of yours to some good use," he said, blowing air over my wet folds and drenching it with his saliva. He arrested my legs, gripping them at the crook of the knees and pushing it nearer to my head. "Loud...I need to hear you loud."

The rest, I remembered in parts.

I recalled seeing his drool over my pussy and a crooked smile.

Then darkness, a throbbing sensation over my clit deepening.

Wet, cold tongue running over each of my folds.

My eyes opened. His eyes remained trained on me, licking, and blowing air. Whirling storm between my legs, he ran his tongue up and down, round and round.

"Fuck, Leo. Yesss," I moaned, running my hand into his silken locks, grabbing them to pull him up. He nodded over my pussy, eyes instructing me - he wasn't finished.

A finger dipped inside my wet canal as he lapped my wetness, drawing circles over my chit.

My head bumped into the mirror, my lower abdomen vibrated in the aftermath of pleasure. Goosebumps trailed, blood shoot to my nether and every sensation I felt now accumulated over my sex.

Leo plunged another finger and then one more, sliding it in and out while drinking me. His hands slid off my legs, instructing me to arrest them from falling.

The crook of my knees rested over the crook of my elbows. Exposed to the air conditioning that blew over my wetness, then the warmth from his wet kisses, my vision blurred.

My eyelids fluttered. My head banged constantly into the mirror.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

"Yesss... Leo... Yesss there..."

He found my spot.

My body vibrated like a conduit to his pleasure assault. My heels tapped on his shoulder as he buried deep into my pussy, inhaling me and then blowing air. My hips arched as I felt it, the avalanche of pleasure running down my lower torso, exploding into his mouth.

"Hmm..." His satisfactory moan.

Leo moved up and held my legs.

"Not yet." His raspy voice commanded, sending a tempting shiver over my skin.

His slick fingers dipped inside me, widening my canal as they paced up. His left arm grabbed my throat, tightening his grip.

The pace at which his fingers move, in-out-in-out, my body shivered. Air steeped from the gaps of his grip, striking my lungs as I tried inhaling.

Choking, I felt the pleasure of his fingers stroking fire in me, his arms restricting my air supply.

I gripped his wrist, hard. His fingers pressed harder, constricting, tempting, taunting.

Breathe as much air as I permit - his eyes commanded, fingers stroking fire inside me. The faster they paced, the harder he gripped my throat.

He wasn't hurting me. Leo was edging. Me, my body, my desire.

I wanted to scream his name as the pleasure mounted. Out came a raspy affirmation.

Keep going keep going keep going keep going.

My body convulsed in pleasure. My heels landed on the edge of the slab, tilting my body up as his fingers slid faster. I choked for air.

Harder

Faster

I was assuring him I could keep going, nodding to his hand-held chokehold.

Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes.

I floated.

I drenched his hands and fingers, the slick release of my pent-up pleasures.

Leo didn't waste any time. He unbuckled his jeans button, carefully sliding it just above his knees.

All other times, he would fully undress but not today. Today, in front of my sweat-laden, panting and euphoric body, he kept his jeans tightened between his knees.

As soon as his boxers followed the jeans trail, I managed to oxygenate my lungs, sliding my naked body off the slab and onto my knees.

Leo tipped his head low. Without any command, I plunged my mouth over his erection. The second round was going to be harder.

"Fuuckkk..." A soft growl from the back of his throat as he bunched my hair into a messy loop. "Harder..."

And I dipped my mouth, rolling my tongue.

A sweet and salty tang coated my mouth as I fastened my pace. My head bobbed to the cusses - fuck and suck harder - that rolled from his mouth.

My fingers found their way into the back of his hard, perfect ass, and dug in.

He held the back of my head, clearing strands of hair gently. Then, in a jerk, he shoved me deep over his erect member.

I gagged. Gasped. My throat itched, adjusting to the length.

Saltiness coated my mouth. Saliva flooded in, lubricating his warm, hard member. With a faster pace, Leo led my mouth to where he wanted.

His tip touched the back of my throat, gaggling me more. Goosebumps trailed my skin, setting flames to my throbbing pussy. My eyes watered. Tears dripped from the corners.

With a wider mouth, I plunged harder on his erection, his hand now holding my head still, hips doing the job.

Yes yes yes yes yes.

I could feel it. Feel him ready.

Saliva dripped from my mouth. I drank him, a messy puddle of sweet, warm and salty that hit the back of my throat.

I gulped. I gagged and breathed.

My eyes blinked shut.

My face heated in blushing content.

We never played hard. Never.

After today, I never want soft. I could never go back to vanilla.

Leo dragged my knelt body up, supporting me with his arms over my sides.

He grabbed a tissue kept on the side of my slab, wiping clean that mess that dripped over my chin and on my chest. He kissed my forehead, bit my earlobe as his hands worked their way from the corners of my mouth, eyes and chin. Cleaning, kissing.

"Leo..." I didn't know what to say.

All I knew was that I needed to call his name, to let him know that he's changed me and my wants.

In my office washroom, I wanted him to do everything I never dreamt he'd do.

Leo turned me towards the mirror.

The tissue landed inside the trashcan at the far end of the door. Warm hands slid down my waist as he trailed kisses over my spine.

Then, out of nowhere, I was placed head low on the sold slab as he penetrated me.

My legs trembled, back arched.

I gasped, arms holding onto Leo's left arm that pressed my body against the cold tile.

"You'll beg... Get it..." A harder thrust, harder than before. My body trembled as he entered, touching the spot that made me feel blacked out. "Start when you are ready."

Slap slap slap slap.

Our bodies played a rhythmic tune, his hips slamming against me. My moans filled up the room. Rooting me up with a tight grip on my messy hair, Leo pulled me up.

My arched body watched as he thrust harder, faster, his member moving in and out at a lightning pace.

His left hand gripped my throat, right ran circled over my clit.

Air. I needed it but I wanted him more.

"Yes..." I choked. Breathed. Cried. Prayed. "Fuck..." I demanded. "Is that your best?" I choked, taunted.

Leo turned me around, picking my frail, trembling body over his arms.

In a trapeze position with my legs over his arms and my sex exposed over his erect, taunting tip, Leo plunged. Impaled me over his hardened member.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

My mind went numb. My pussy decided I needed more. "Harder... Yes. Yes."

"Beg..." He commanded as his body anchored mine, plunging me over his member. Pulling me out, plunging me again.

My wet folds felt it, tipping towards pleasure. My eyes closed. My fingers dug into his shoulders.

"Please, Leo... Fuck me like never before. Fuck me like your fucking bitch..."

My teeth gritted, plunging my lips over his pursed lips.

Something hit my back. Wall. I was chiseled between a wall and Leo's heat and sweat-slick body.

"Please...I beg of you, Leo. Please please please please please..."

I wasn't sure what I pled for. I knew I needed to. I wanted to. Forever.

Leo's teeth grazed my neckline. Harder thrusts inside me.

My nails drew blood from his shoulders, making him grunt as he began thrusting even harder. My back. My head. Everything crashed against the cold wall.

Thump thump thump thump thump thump thump

"Please... I'm there... Let me release... I'm there...yesyesyesyesyesyes."

With one fast, bone-shuddering thrust, Leo released inside me, flooding me, warming me.

His breaths - erratic and wheezing like something choked his throat and chest - calmed when he embraced me. Carefully peeling off my weightless and useless body from the wall, he placed me gently over the sink's slab.

The cold of the tile warmed with the heat of my body.

Panting, I leaned over Leo's shoulders.

He carefully untangled the mess that was my hair, blowing air over my sweaty back. His left hand patted the crown of my head, right held onto the jeans belt, unwilling to let it slide below his knees.

My vision seemed to be compromised as I thought I saw something shiny on his left leg when he stooped lower to pull up his jeans and buckled them.

"I need you to come home with me," he said, looking at my face. The rough pads of his thumb removed wisps of hair over my slick skin before he kissed my forehead. "You shouldn't work after this..."

"I can't, even if I want to." I tried speaking, the rest of which was only air.

I needed Leo so badly; I had bathroom sex with him. Although this wasn't what I pictured when I spent time with him, I never knew there was a side of his I never knew before.

Leo grabbed his shirt, then my bra and handed it to me with a smile.

He slid into his attire at lightning speed while I, the useless body and bones sat naked, panting as if the air in the room wasn't enough to support me.

"Freshen up. I'll wait for you outside."

He kissed my forehead, lingering on, as if he wanted to say something before breaking contact. Leo opened the door.

"Unless." He turned around, his left arm supporting his lean against the door frame. "You want me to help you dress up."

"Unless you want to stay in here forever, no thank you."

Leo lingered for another second. Then winked and closed the door.

I kept staring at the closed plywood door with a sinking feeling in my heart.

This was all I wanted. Leo's love, passionate lovemaking and everything in between. Then why did it not feel complete?

Why didn't Leo feel complete? 

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She doubts something is off.

How long before she gets to know the truth?

Will Zemira accept Leo's justification for hiding his new reality?

Or would that be the reason our power couple become distant again?

Let me know your thoughts in the comments