•Innocence•

•40• regret •

Arabella's POV

After a little bit more shopping we were finally done, Leo had ended up buying a few new suits, and I must say, he looked so good in them too.

He had about 8 bags in one hand as he held my hand with the other. I don't know how he does it..

His thumb caressed my hand in a soothing way as we walked. It was relaxing me a little bit as I was always constantly nervous around him. Even after this long of knowing him.

I couldn't help gaze down at our intertwined hands and blush uncontrollably I can't help it, he just makes me feel some kind of way.

He's in a good mood for once, so that just makes everything even better.

I was scared to get home though, my mind kept drifting off to what had happened earlier in the bathroom.

My eyes drifted off to the side looking at he scenery, basically anything but Leonardo.

The tension between us is unexplainable, I wouldn't even be able to put it into words but it is thick, even the sharpest knife could cut this kind of lust and temptation.

Andy pussy was probably soaked by now, and the spheres were definitely not helping.

Every now and then I had to walk a bit to the side in attempt to cross my legs over one another to help stop the pleasure from erupting down me, and I really hoped no one noticed that I was acting so weird.

This is just so humiliating and embarrassing.

After a few minutes of walking we made it to the car, both of us didn't say a word, he opened the door for me signalling for me to get into the car.

I listened getting into the car slowly, as I was getting in, he smacked my ass.

I gasped, "Leo!" His deep chuckle was all that could be heard, more arousal came from me soaking my panties more as I blushed harder than before.

There was something about the way he laughed, just everything he does, even just simply standing there and he would look so fine.

He slammed the door behind me as I was fully seated with my seat belt on.

I watched him closely as he walked around to the other side of the car.

I was getting to the point where I was so horny, I cant help myself anymore.

And when a man this sexy wants you, it doesn't really help you much.

He slides into the car the engine comes to life, the smell of his cologne fills the air separating us.

He always smells so goddamn good.

He starts to slowly drive out of the parking lot. He drives one handed, and so calmly. Honestly I didn't think he could get more attractive.

I move my attention onto myself, my centre is so fucking wet and basically begging me to touch it at this point.

I inch my pink painted nails to the hem of my pants, moving the tip of my fingers under my panties.

I find my cilt, and start to rub it, not even a second later, a large hand covers mine, grabbing my hand in a painful grip and yanking it out of my pants.

I almost moan out in disappointment when the pleasure was taken from me, I almost put my free hand down my pants. But I knew there was nothing I could do unless I wanted to be punished, he was about to snap and I was already in big fucking trouble.

I try to move my attention from him to the window, but his eyes catch mine from the corner of my eye.

"Don't ever think about touching yourself without permission from me ever again, you understand kitten?" He roared through the car, I inched into my seat as far as it would let me, the spheres moving around inside me as I moved, and trust me, it just made it worse, my heat was basically pulsing.