34
Ezra
Later that week, I came back to Leo’s place after my first baking lesson with Cameron. He’d shown me how to make his famous cannoli. Mine were nowhere near as perfectly formed as his, but I’d tried, and they tasted great.
I expected Leo to be sitting on the couch watching TV or playing a video game the way he’d been the last few days when I’d come home. Being on his own all day while recuperating was driving him insane, so I also expected him to have a million things to tell me. But when I opened the door, he was nowhere in sight.
“Leo?” I called as I kicked off my shoes.
“I’m back here,” he said from the bedroom.
I set my box of cannoli on the counter, placed my messenger bag on the floor, and hung up my coat. When I got to the bedroom door, I froze. Leo was shirtless, wearing only skin-tight leather pants. Purple rope was laid out on the bed.
“Leo?”
“Dr. Morelli stopped by today. She said I was healing well and cleared me for activity again.”
“Are you sure she meant this kind of activity?” I glanced from the bed back to Leo, then to the bed again.
“I don’t give a fuck if that’s what she meant. I have waited days to do this to you. It happens tonight.”
A shiver of anticipation ran over me. “Last night, after you fell asleep, I started thinking about what you’d promised to do to me, then I jerked off imagining it.
Leo smiled. “I know. I was watching you.”
I felt a blush creep up my neck. “Of course. You’re really good at faking sleep.”
“It was all I could do not to grab you and shove my cock in your ass when you finished.”
“You could’ve asked me to get you off.”
“I know, but I decided to make myself wait so tonight would be even better.”
“So you didn’t… You haven’t…”
“Say exactly what you mean, Ezra.”
My face felt like it would burst into flames. “You haven’t come since you watched me?”
Leo smiled. “You don’t trust my self-control?”
“It’s not that. I’m just thinking about how wild you’ll be with me tonight.”
The heat in his gaze was enough to have my cock fully hard.
I slid my hand into my pocket and pulled out the piece of rope I’d kept with me since the day he’d woken me up by teasing me with it.
“You’ve been carrying that around?”
“I have. I kept it ever since the day you killed Swain, hoping that eventually…”
“Take off your clothes and come stand in front of me. I’m going to tie you up and show you what it’s like to be owned by me.”
I shivered. “I want that, Leo.”
“Then strip.”
I took a shaky breath and walked closer to him as I pulled my sweater up slowly, watching his reaction as I bared my body. I tossed it on the ground and ran my hands over my chest, pausing to tweak my nipples. Leo’s sudden indrawn breath made me smile.
When I reached for the fastenings of my jeans, he growled. “No more teasing. I want you naked.”
I kicked my shoes off and met his gaze. “Maybe you should undress me yourself if you’re that impatient.”
He smiled, but there was a dangerous edge to it. “You’re trying to rile me up, aren’t you? Do you need to be punished? Do you need to be reminded who’s in charge?”
“No, sir.” I said the right words but used a mocking tone.
Leo grabbed the waistband of my pants and yanked me forward, making me stumble. He opened my pants faster than I thought possible and shoved them over my ass and down my thighs. “Step out of them.”
I did, pulling off my socks in the process. I stood in front of him in nothing but the dark purple briefs I’d bought recently, knowing he’d love them. I was so glad I’d put them on that morning.
“These are gorgeous.” He ran his finger up and down the length of my cock, which had already pushed past the waistband.
“I want to fucking rip them off, but I also want to see you in them again.”
I grinned. “We could order more.”
“Fuck right we could.”
He gripped the sides of the briefs and pulled, tearing them from my body as if they were made of paper.
I stared at him, wide-eyed. “You’re so fucking strong.”
“Don’t you ever forget it. I can protect you. I can do anything you need me to.”
“I know I don’t have your training or anything”—I looked up at him from under my lashes—“but I want to protect you too.”
“You’ve already proven that.” He brushed his thumbs over my cheekbones. “You’re a treasure, Ezra.”
“I…” He pressed a finger to my lips.
“Yes, you are.”
He stepped back, and my cock jumped like it was trying to get his attention. I gasped when he ran a finger over the head and captured a drop of precum. “Open your mouth.”