𝑺𝑶𝑳𝑫 𝑻𝑶 𝑴𝑨𝑭𝑰𝑨

chapter 13

⚠️ This chapter contains smut and degrading. 

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Natalia's POV 

My knees were just mere ten centimeters away from Leonardo's chest. He was seething. And I was on his plate; like his fucking food. I felt so little under his gaze, but I didn't really mind. Since I had an enraged looking Leonardo glaring at me. I am fucked. Fuck me. I mean- not literally of course, though I wouldn't mind. Holy fucking shit Natalia, get your act together. 

"I asked you a question, didn't I?" Leonardo's voice broke my halcyon trance of thoughts. And left me in a more pressed situation than ever. What the fuck do I tell him? That I just wanted to mess with him? Oh God no, he would practically bury me alive. 

"So- you see," I smacked my lips, trying to speed up my process of thinking. 

Leonardo raised one of his brows at me, urging me to continue on with whatever excuse I was planning to give. My head was fucking blank, I couldn't even think of an excuse to get myself out of this.

"I was just exploring the house," I blurted out nonchalantly. Now is the time I should start preparing for my funeral, perhaps make some cute invites? And arrange a grand venue? Shut the hell up, Natalia.

He looks at me, his eyes filled with amusement, but also with annoyance. "In a red dress, and lipstick?," he said. I couldn't help but notice the amusement dripping from his voice; it didn't go unnoticed by me.

I nodded, smacked my lips once again before saying, "Mhm, you know I-" I was cut off with a chuckle from Leonardo. I could feel his chest rumble, because my knee was so close to his chest. I could feel his skin on top of my knees every once in a while; whenever he moved himself. 

His hand lifted up slowly, and started stroking my cheek. It was gentle, anything unlike his gaze that was piercing through me right now. "I don't like lies, Natalia." Leonardo mumbled, distracted with.. my cheek? 

"I'm not lying, I swear I-" 

"That's strike number two." Leonardo uttered. 

Ah. Just when I thought Leonardo was going to let me off the hook, I was proved wrong. Slap me for being so foolish. 

"Huh? When did I even get strike number one? This is so not fair." I rasped, I sounded extra melodramatic right now. 

He laughed; an actual laugh. And kill me if it wasn't the prettiest laugh one could ever hear. I was busy watching him like a creep, until I noticed something on his face, and it made my heart skip a brat. No, not a beat, my heart skipped a fucking song. 

Dimples. 

He had fucking dimples.

And those too, were the cutest thing I'd ever seen. 

He stopped laughing all of a sudden; and in an instant, I was missing the Leonardo from a few seconds prior. He looked so carefree, and fragile. He looked like an actual man with feelings, and not someone who had the burden of being forced to be a robot. 

"Strike one was given to you the second you entered my meeting," he said, his eyes were eyeing me up and down. To say I didn't start feeling self- conscious that moment would be an understatement. 

"Now, I think it's time for you to get a little disciplined, don't you think" he grits, it's clear he's trying to control himself. 

I nod, I feel obliged to do so. 

"I needs your words, Natalia," the way he said my name, sent shivers down my fucking spine. 

"Uh, yeah." I say, I could feel my cheeks heating up. 

He bought up his hands and put them on either of my knees, gently opening my legs. All the self respect I had for myself, drained as my legs opened. 

He then drags his hand on my thighs, making goosebumps erupt on my skin as he drags his fingers towards my core. He cups my sex through my underwear; I gasp. And that earns a rumbling chuckle from him. 

He takes his hands to either sides of my underwear's and pulls them down. Cold hair blasts on top of my skin, but not for long. Leonardo pushes me down on the table and stands up; staring at my pussy like it's some sort of delicacy. The position I'm in, is weirdly uncomfortable. My ass is plopped right on top of Leonardo's plate, while the rest of my body is on the table. 

I remain spread out for him, my legs on either sides of the corner of the table. His hand then comes in contact with my pussy, caressing it like he did with my cheek just five minutes ago. I moan briefly, needing what I shouldn't need. 

Just then, a stinging pain erupts right on top of my cunt and I moan loudly. Fuck me if it wasn't the hottest thing I'd ever felt. He did it again, and again, and again. He kept slapping my pussy, and spread my wetness all across his fingers and my thighs. He spanked me again and again, herder each time. It was painfully exquisite. With each tap, the need was building at me again, in the desperate place right below my belly. I was at the edge, ready for the push, for me to fall. 

"Please," I say, moaning with pleasure. Grinding my hips on top of the plate I was laying on. 

He chuckled, "This is supposed to be a punishment. How come you're enjoying it?" He says as he spanks my pussy harder. Sending a rush of pleasure all across my body. This was fucking hot. 

"You want an orgasm? Earn it. Beg me for it, so I can give you the orgasm a slut like you deserves." He says, degrading me. But fuck me if it wasn't the hottest thing I'd ever been called him. 

"Please, please, please?" I moaned with each please that came out of my mouth. And with one sharp slap to my cunt, I came all over his fingers. 

I watched as Leonardo licked his fingers, while his gaze remained on mine. Oh my God. That was fucking fire. 

I got up, and fixed my dress. Leonardo did the same. My bottom still remained uncovered as Leonardo had thrown my underwear somewhere. When we were both fixed, he called someone promptly, "you can come in now," he said before hanging up.

Instantly, the same group of men which were here for dinner previously, came in and sat in their seats. And that's when realization struck me, they were right outside. 

I was pulled into Leo's lap and forced to act like nothing had happened. Like the table they were eating on wasn't the one I had been laying on. Like plate right in front of me wasn't the one I'd be punished on.