MasukLeon's eyes narrowed as he stepped closer to me, his gaze raking over my exposed body without any hesitation. He could see the tremor in my limbs, the way my skin flushed under his gaze, with my cock twitching and hardening right there in front of him. The air between us thickened, charged with the raw heat of need. He reached out, his fingers gripping my chin firmly, tilting my face up to force me to hold his stare.“You want me to admit what?” Leon asked, his voice low, rough and laced with a dark amusement that didn't reach his eyes. His thumb brushed over my lower lip, pressing just hard enough to part them. “You think this is about me admitting that I want you? Look at you, standing here and shaking like a leaf, your dick leaking pre-cum because you can't control yourself. You're the one who's bothered, aren't you? Trying to play tough while your body's screaming for me to touch it.” He let his hand drop, trailing down my chest, his palm scraping over one of my tight nipples. He
Ouch. What Leon just said actually hurt.I took in a deep breath and stood up, pacing back and forth across the room, running my hands through my hair like that would somehow calm the storm in my head. It didn’t, even the pacing did nothing.. After a few seconds, I walked back to Leon and leaned close to him, refusing to back down.“You want me, Leon,” I said firmly. “You might not say it out loud, and I might not be able to read it from your face, but I can feel it. I feel what my touch does to you. I feel the way your body reacts to me every single time. So don’t stand there and feed me lies.”Leon’s jaw tightened so hard I could actually hear his teeth grinding together.“I think you were right about one thing,” he said flatly. “Something is wrong with you. And if you don’t mind, I can arrange for someone to help you. Someone who can treat you properly and get rid of these delusional thoughts you’re having. I can get a therapist here tomorrow too”It took everything in me not to lo
I was so lost in my own feelings that I didn't even register when Leon's fingers dug into my hair, gripping it tight at the roots. It hit me like a shock when he wrenched a fistful, yanking my head back roughly until I was forced to stare up at him, my neck straining under the pull.“What the hell do you think you're playing at?” he snarled, his voice low and angry, his dark eyes boring into mine. “Is this some twisted game to make me crack and admit I want you? Because if that's your plan, you're fucking it up. The way you look right now, on your knees, pawing at me, is just so irritating. You really believe I'll pull you close and confess I need your mouth wrapped around my cock like a desperate slut? Keep dreaming, Ronan.” That cold look on Leon’s face made my stomach twist and I fucking hated it, hated how it made me question everything i had just done. A part of me screamed to shove away from him, to scramble to my feet and bolt out the door before I humiliated myself further
I leaned in closer again, my tongue darting out to trace Leon's neck, tasting the sweat on his neck but he stiffened beneath me, his muscles coiling, and before I could do it again, his hands gripped my shoulders and shoved me hard. I hit the floor with a thud, the tiles rough against my back and breath knocked out of me. What an asshole. Did he hate me that much? I was furious, but I swallowed it down, forcing my body to move. I scrambled forward on my hands and knees, reaching him just as he started to stand up, my palms pressing against his thighs to pin him back on the chair. .We locked eyes, the air thick with tension, his left eye twitching, which was a sign that I was pushing too far and his patience was wearing thin. I was scared and his stare was making it worse. It was dark and unrelenting but the fact that I wanted to prove him wrong wouldn't let me retreat. I'd started this game, to push through his walls, and I was damn well going to finish it. Seeing him annoyed,
“Disgusting?” I asked, unable to hide the shock in my voice.A bitter scoff escaped me as I dragged a hand through my hair, my stomach twisting painfully. I was hurt, clearly so and I hated that he could see it.“Yes,” Leon said flatly. “It was disgusting because I’m not gay.”I stared at him, disbelief flashing through me before anger took over.“You expect me to believe that?” I shot back. “When you’ve been sucking my dick several times a week?” My voice rose despite the fact that I didn't want it to. “I know who you are, Leon. You’re not the kind of person who puts himself in a position that doesn’t benefit him. If it truly disgusted you, you wouldn’t keep sucking my dick. So don’t insult my intelligence by lying to my face. I don't need you to feed me with your bullshit.”The words were already out of my mouth before I could stop them. I knew I was crossing a line, I knew it the moment I saw his expression change. He had been drinking, and I shouldn’t have talked to him the way I
I should have stood up and left. I knew that but I didn’t.I stayed where I was and looked up at Leon. It wasn’t like I wanted to keep staring at him, but some pathetic part of me was waiting for him to say something. Anything.To tell me I did well and to tell me that I was getting better.I didn’t understand why his approval mattered so much, but I needed it. I needed to hear it from him, needed to know that I wasn’t completely useless in his eyes.Of course, I didn’t get what I wanted.“Are you going to just sit there and stare at me,” he said coldly, “or are you going to clean yourself up and deal with the mess you made?”I scoffed quietly and stood up, rolling my eyes as I did. My movement was stiff and awkward.“I’m sorry about that, Master,” I muttered as I adjusted my clothes and then froze because Leon was glaring at me.The room went completely silent as we stared at each other, and something about the look on his face made my stomach twist. My chest felt tight, uncomforta







