Persephone: Leonidas' Domina

20- Leonidas

He folded the last scroll of the plans as he wiped sweat away from his sweaty forehead, a small sound of triumph leaving his lips.

She would be happy with me now.

The thought made him feel sort of feverish, making him want to be under his gaze like cold water cooling his hot skin.

He squeezed his thighs in anticipation, the fact that he had not even seen her in months heightening his needs but kept himself at the edge.

The last time she had touched him, it had been ecstatic, and though he had tried recreating the feeling, something he had relayed in his letters with her decreeing that he was not to touch himself until her say so, it did not feel half as enjoyable as when she was in front of him.

Was it the way she stared at him with expectancy or like he was something that she was just blessing with her presence that excited him?

Leonidas wanted to dig his nails into his arms again but stopped himself just in time. She did not like that and he did not want to anger her.

Besides, everything Persephone said or did was right and he knew if he did anything contrary to her direction would only bring him harm and failure so there was no need for him to be disobedient.

All of the plans for the Gathering that had been used was solely her ideas.

At first, in the letters, he would confess that he had been a tad bit skeptical, something that he hated himself for now that he thought about it, but his Domina gave him time to see that it would only be in his benefits if he followed her lead.

And fervently, he followed.

"Should you still be here?"

He heard the sounds of his Mother's soft pattering of her feet draw closer in the darkness of the common room as she got closer and placed the oil lamp on the table he was working on, peering at his laps. "Is that -"

He chuckled, his hands instinctively moving to Loukas' hair and brushing strands that were sticking on his forehead away from it "Yes, it is he."

Calista stared, her thoughts running. "Why does he not retire to his room?"

"I do not know," Leonidas replied with a sigh as he returned his quill to the ink pot. "And what are you doing here Mother? Walking up and about by this time?"

"A Mother worries when her son looks troubled."

Leonidas gave a nervous chuckle to that statement. "I am your only son so I presume I am the one you speak of. Who says I am troubled?"

"No one," She replied simply. "We Mother's, we know this thing."

Leonidas only have a nod of realization but said nothing else as his Mother sighed and spoke, "You are going to deeply into this..." she let her voice trail off as she tried to find the right word, "Work."

He stared confused at her, "Is that a bad thing?"

"No, no." She shook her head slightly, even though her lips were still pursed and her eyes staring at the scrolls instead of him. "It is good, it is just- Odd."

"Odd?"

Calista sighed again, hoping that she was saying the right things. Leonidas was very sensitive on topics that looked like he was being reprimanded and though she was aware he was grown and a man now, she did not want to upset him. "Leonidas. You are not an office type and you know this."

"Oh."

Thankfully, due to the darkness of the place, Calista did not see her son blush deeply as he looked back at the table, his voice low as he tried to hide the excitement bubbling in his stomach. "I know, Mother."