Chapter 9
Leon
The way Duda was trying to dump me was comical. She didn't know me well enough to know that I, Leon Vitorino, never give up on what I want, and how I want this girl!
When we arrive at the clinic Vanessa mentioned, I put my queen in her chair and take a last look at her, who is staring at me. I wanted to take her in my arms again and kiss her until we ran out of air.
I pay for the appointment, while Vanessa goes to get Duda's bag with her documentation. I am taken with my queen into the doctor's office, and before long Duda is being examined by the doctor.
Two things that caught my attention: Duda didn't want to let the doctor examine her, she even turned pale, as if she had a phobia of a doctor.
The other thing was that the doctor was looking at her in a very unprofessional way, and I didn't like that at all. When he goes to touch her, I can't stand it and say:
- Is there a problem there, doctor? - I see that his hands are going near her breasts.
- Nothing, I'm just examining!
- Then use a stethoscope instead of your hands, please! - I ask, wanting to grab this doctor by the collar.
- Oh, yes, of course! - he apologizes, embarrassed.
The doctor places the pressure device on her arm, and I watch as if I were a hawk protecting what is his. I could tell that this doctor had taken an interest in my queen, and I won't allow it.
- So, Doctor, how am I doing? - my queen asks.
- Very well!
I am relieved.
- Good!
- Didn't I tell you? - she says angrily, and I shrug.
- And I told you I take care of what's mine! - I say, making it clear that my queen is mine. The doctor looks at me and realizes that this is for him.
- Well, you're fine! It was a simple drop in pressure.
- Thank you, doctor! - she thanks him. I stand up and help her to her feet. We leave the asshole's room and, as soon as we reach the entrance door, we spot Vanessa, who looks at us and says:
- Is there a problem?
- Leon thinks he owns me," she comments, still frowning at me.
- And you think I'm not? - I tease her, loving to see the fire in her eyes.
- For God's sake, are you going to fight here?
- I'm not doing anything! - I defend myself.
- Vane, you had to see Leon talking to the doctor, pretty stupid.
- Stupid guy! I was trying to touch his breasts - I defend myself again. It's my wife and nobody touches what's mine.
- My God, you're serious! - she says, angry, and walks out in front of me all furious, and I'm dying to go after her. But Vanessa holds me back:
- No way!
- What? I didn't do anything wrong.
- Leon, try to control your possession!
- I can't!
- You have to!
- Vanessa, what are you hiding from me?
- This is not something I can open up to you about!
- Vanessa, Duda is in good health, isn't she? - I get worried.
- Yes, she's fine!
- You know I'm taking a liking to your sister!
- I know that! And so does she, but she just won't let on.
- What should I do, then? - I ask, when we manage to catch up with my queen in the ice-cream parlor.
- Be patient," she says, as if this were easy.
- I'll try!
- Thank you!
As soon as we got there, my queen was having an ice cream, and her expression of pleasure made my cock go into active mode.
- Damn..." I groan, watching her pass her tongue between her lips, making me very hard.
- Is there a problem, Mr. Vitorino? - Duda asks, provocatively. Oh, I'd like to say yes, you're my problem, woman! You have no idea what you are doing to me.
- No problem at all," I grunt inside, jealous of your tongue.
- How nice! You don't want anything?
- I see," replies Vanessa. Her cell phone rings and she excuses herself to answer it, leaving the two of us alone.
- So, is it good?
- What's good?
- This ice cream!
- Yes, very good, you should order it!
- Oh, then I'll have some!
- Just go to the cashier and make the payment.
- You don't understand, do you?
- It depends on what you're trying to make me understand-I like your quick answers.
- I want to try yours! - I wink, and does she turn red? I love to see her blush.
- No!
- Why not?
- Because no one touches my ice cream, it's all mine! - she repeats my sentence, with some changes.
- Funny you should say that!
- What's funny?
- What's yours is mine! And, as I said before, you are mine! - I see the ice cream running down her mouth and run my finger over it, feeling the soft touch of her lips, and bring it to mine and comment: - Ice cream and Duda, a delicious mixture.
She looks at me as if shocked by what I said, and soon her face turns redder as she understands.
- You're a jerk, you're rude," she holds her tongue.
- You are beautiful! - I answer her "compliment," pluck up courage and ask: "Is your mouth as tasty as the owner of it? - my voice comes out hoarse.
- My God, man! - she exclaims, not amused and still red.
