His Sub

Chapter twenty two

Leah POV
Liam heads into the bathroom with two clean towels over his shoulder. I follow after him and study his movements as he readies our shower. I humm to myself subconsciously as I let my hand unravel the locks on my head that were confined by the scrunchie. When the shower is warm enough, he turns around and stares me dead in the eye with his mischievous ones. "Strip" He demands.
I stand there staring. Disobedience seems to be running high in me today. He walks over to me, the mischief gone. "Do it, Leah. Take off your bathing suit". "Make me" I spat at him, confident. He didn't scare me! He grabs my hair with his big, slender hands and pulls my head to the right, exposing my neck for him. "You really want me to 'make you'? Say bye-bye to this pretty little bikini then." He breathes against my neck and smirks as my breath is caught. A chill runs down my spine. 'I hate how he makes me react!' I think to myself. 'Do you really? Oh, who are you trying to fool" My mind mocks me.
"Do it, Mr. Tough Guy," I say to him daringly while staring right into his lust-filled eyes. He suddenly throws me over his shoulder and heads off towards the steamy shower. He looks me up and down and smirks at my defiant expression as he removes the bikini top. He then proceeds to shred my bottoms. I mean shred. As in completely rips. "Liam!"I gasp. "I did warn you that would happen. Now turn around, bend over, and hold the edge of the bathtub." He responds, trying to take back his control again.
I smile. He rolls his eyes and grabs my head as he pushes me down. I had no choice but to comply. He puts one of his beautiful hands on my hips while the other arches my back for him. He strips and grabs my cute loofah. He applies my Hawaiin-smelling body wash. He rubs the Loofah over my shoulders and down my quivering back. He comes back up to scrub my other shoulder before rubbing over my asscheeks. I look down at him, confusion shining in my eyes. He drops the Loofah and drops down to his knees.
His experienced and skilled tongue moves across my clit, startling me. I push back further towards his face while he is on his knees in between my legs. I cry out his cute name as he swipes across with his tongue four times. He wraps his arms around my legs, hooking them so I cannot move and have to endure. "You are gonna hold it, until I give you permission to release it." He warns me. 'Fuck, how am I supposed to hold on at all' I think to myself, worried. "I don't really want to hold it, you don't own me," I told him, anticipating his response. He smirks with an evil look in his eyes and continues with his torture.
Even the slightest of movements sends shivers and tingles across my whole body. Pleasure runs through my veins as I try my hardest, with all my attention, to keep myself from cumming. My body quivers wildly and salty tears form in my eyes. I scream and beg but he is relentless. I pay dearly for my defiance and cheek as he eats me out for almost 45 minutes. I feel faint.
He stands behind me, pushing my back down to arch it even more. He shoves his member into me, hard. "Fuckkkkk" He groans as he pounds into me. I cry out his name frequently. "Damn Leah" He praises as he pulls my body towards him every time he pushes into me. It makes him enter me deeper. "Go for it Leah, let go on Daddy's dick" He moves even faster (something I thought wouldn't be possible) as he rubs my clit making me see stars. I throw my head back and let the pleasure he gave consume me. "LIAMMMM" I bellow as he finishes inside me.
"Good Girl, my very good girl" He praises me. I gave him a tired smile. We clean and dry and stand there holding each other for hours. Or so it seems. We head down to the kitchen in our Pjs. Being the gentleman he is, he makes me pasta with elbow noodles, bacon, butter, nacho cheese sauce and regular cheddar. He also boils up some hot tea. The food is spectacular and I thanked him. He brings his bowl and sits next to me.
"Liam?" I call. "Yes, baby?" I manage to pull together my best pouty face, complete with the sad wide eyes and small frown with my lips jutting out. "How come we can't share just one bowl and spoon? It means that we could be closer" He chuckles half-heartedly. "We don't need to share bowls to do that. '' He grabs my bowl and pours the rest of its contents into his bowl. An abundance of steam escapes from the bowl from the sudden movement. He looks at me, smiling "Happy now?" "Very, thank you" He rolls his eyes.
We pass the bowls back and forth engaging in small talk. I feel full from the pasta and tired from our antiques in the washroom, so I tell him "Imma head to bed now." He nods at me, presses his lips to mine and informs me that he would join me after he watches his recorded game on TV. I head into his bathroom, smiling as I remember what we did two hours ago here. I brush my bacon breath away and change into one of Liam's old shirts. Before I know it, sleep catches up to me.
"Leah, you up?" A voice sounds in the dark. It's Liam of course. "Mhm," I mumble, drowsy. Sorry, I'm late, I wasn't ready for bed." He crawls under the sheets behind me and curls into me. His strong hands wrap around my petite body and he pulls me closer. His warmth makes me smile in bliss as I kiss his hand and we slip off to sleep.
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