Chapter 14

Leon

I couldn't stop kissing her; it was as if her lips were made to be kissed by me. The delicate touches of her kisses showed that she was inexperienced in this matter, and that made me more possessive of her. I would do anything to teach her how to feel pleasure in my arms.

I can't help but feel proud, my queen was trembling in my arms, and deep down I am sure that she was like that because of our kisses.

Of one thing I could be sure: I couldn't scare her with the kisses we were giving. I wanted to take off her clothes and make her mine right then and there. But I couldn't do that, because there was even an audience, and I don't want anyone looking at her body, only I can look at her.

I am completely addicted to my queen. She looks so good in my arms! Her body glued to mine shows how soft it is. We keep kissing each other very lightly. This was new for me, a man who is not used to gentle kissing.

I guess everything is a new experience for an experienced man like me. I have to control the hunger that I am feeling, and it is being hard and very difficult.

I am slowly separating our lips. I have to take her away, and it would be to my home, so I would take care of her forever.

- Wow... - she lets go, shocked, and I smile when I see that I was the one responsible for leaving her like this. Her face is flushed and her eyes sparkle. I would do it all over again just to leave her like that again.

- Did I hurt you? - I ask, worried.

- No, you didn't hurt me!

- Are you really all right? - I ask, wanting to get her out of there as quickly as possible and back to my place.

- Yes, I'm fine, Leon! - hearing her utter my name made my dick ache.

- So, we're leaving? - I ask, looking to see if I can see the nurse. I realize that she must have left to make us comfortable.

- Yes, let's go! - I help her up carefully and take her backpack, put it on my shoulder, hug her, and we leave together very slowly. We meet the nurse, who asks:

- Is everything okay, Duda?

- Yes, I'm fine.

- Don't you want to stay a little longer?

- No, thank you! - my queen thanks us, and we leave hugging. We didn't need to look to see that we were being watched with curiosity.

When we reach the car, I open the door and help her into it. I buckle her in and caress her face. She takes my hand and kisses it, stroking it very slowly. That was torture for me.

- You have no idea how much I want to kiss you again!

- And why don't you kiss me? - she whispers, still holding my hand, and with the other I caress her face.

- Oh, my queen, I don't want to rush things with you!

- Leon, why did you come after me today?

- Because you are my queen and I want you for myself!

- And even though I told you not to look for me you came after me? - just when I think she is going to be angry, I notice that she has cracked a smile.

- Yes, I came after you! And I will always come to meet you even against your will.

- I thank you for showing up! - she says, still smiling.

- I want you always by my side!

- Leon, there's something I haven't told you.

- I know you have your secrets.

- Yes, I do, yes.

- My queen, when you are ready, I want you to tell me.

- Yes, I want to tell you, but not here," I agree, and go back to my seat, buckle up, and start the car.

- Tell me how the course went today," I say, wanting to distract her.

- Always the same thing, I study, do my work and also have to put up with jokes.

- And who keeps making jokes about you, my queen? - I ask, gripping the steering wheel firmly. My fingers were turning white, I was really pissed off wondering who was making fun of her.

- The usual people.

- I want names! - I try to control my voice.

- What's the point?

- Nobody talks bad about my queen!

- You're quite possessive, aren't you? - she laughs, and I love to hear her laugh.

- Yes, I am very possessive of what is mine!

- And what does that mean? - she teases, and I keep one eye on the street and the other on her.

- That no matter how much you deny it yet, my queen, you are mine and always will be!

- I know that," she whispers, and I smile at her answer.

- So you will let me take care of you? - I ask, arriving home. Seeing the gates open, she looks at me curiously and asks:

- Who lives here?

- Me, and soon you! - she looks at me shocked.

- Calm down, Leon, let's take it easy!

- I am calm, and, as I said, I want you in my life forever and ever! - As soon as the security guards see that it's me, they let us in, and we drive to my house. When I park in my driveway, I turn to her and say, "Here we are, my queen.

- Leon, I want to go to my house.

- Not yet, come to my house, and after you've rested I'll drive you.

She looks at me not understanding a thing.

- Leon, I don't want to go to your house! - she starts to get nervous.

- Why not? Don't worry, my maid is in there," I remark, and see relief on her face. I quickly get out of the car and go to her side to open the door, so as not to give her a chance to run out.

- Thank you," she says as I help her out of the car, and we drive in silence into the house. I see Olivia coming towards us.

- Mr. Vitorino, good afternoon! Lunch is almost ready - I look at her curiously.

- And how did you know I would be coming home?

- Miss Vanessa called me to let me know you were coming," she explains, and I realize that Vanessa was really wise.

- Thank you, Olivia, as soon as you are ready, please let us know.

I lead my queen toward my room, or rather, our room, and open the door. Duda looks at me and asks:

- What are we doing in this room?

- Well, I brought you here so you can rest," I answer without looking at her.

- And who says I want to stay here in this room? - she says angrily.

- I'm in charge here, my queen, get some rest, I'll leave you alone," I say, even though I want to stay close to her.

- So you won't stay here with me?

- As much as I want to, I won't force you into anything.

I leave the room quickly, afraid I'll be tempted to go back inside and claim her. I head to the office, and when I get there I make some calls. I talk to Vanessa and tell her that my queen was here in the house, but I don't tell her that Duda had been sick.

We talked a little more, and soon I noticed that Olivia was coming and I said goodbye, telling her that I would take Duda home later.

- Are you ready, Olivia? - I ask, as soon as I end the call.

- Yes. And you, Mr. Vitorino?

- She's resting. Thank you, Olivia! I go to my room to call her.

I go back to the room, and when I get there I hear crying. I go in desperate, and the scene there cuts me to the heart: my queen was lying there crying. I go straight to the bed, take her in my arms and ask:

- What's wrong, my queen, why are you crying?

- Leon, I can't take it anymore! - she hugs me tighter, and we stay like this for some time.

- Tell me, my queen, what's the matter with you?

- Leon, I have something to tell you and I can't take it anymore! - she tries to get out of my arms, and can't, because I'm holding her. When she tries one more time, I let go of her and say, seeing that she has started pacing up and down:

- You need to calm down!

- How do you want me to calm down? - she asks me, still crying nervously, and I try to pull her into my arms, but she pulls away, saying: - Don't come near me.

- My queen, come here, try to be calm.

- How can you expect me to be calm when I get these damn messages? - she explodes, and then I notice that her cell phone is lying on the floor. I pick it up and press any button. Soon the messages appear, which made me scared and also very pissed off wanting to go to him and show him who my queen belongs to.

"Who is that man who was hugging you, slut?"

"You are mine, only mine!"

"You keep ignoring me like this, don't you, you slut?"

"Answer my calls!"

"You haven't changed a bit, have you, bitch?"

"You don't miss that wonderful night, do you?"

As soon as I finish reading the messages, I look at her, who was looking at me with dread and fear, and ask:

- Since when are you receiving these messages? - I try to control my jealousy.

- Since yesterday.

- And it says here that you slept together? Who is he?

She gives a sad smile and says nervously:

- If I knew who that son of a bitch was, I would have put him in jail two years ago.