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“CALL ME MASTER" Leona’s POV Dinner was quiet. Not like, weird quiet—but that kinda silence that’s full of stuff no one’s saying. I would look up from my plate sometimes and would catch gaze at Marco already looking at me. Not in a creepy way, just... calm. But unreadable. Like you couldn’t tell if he was mad or thinking about something five miles away. He barely touched his food. Just moved it around like it was there for decoration or somethin’. I tried to focus on mine; chicken but the way his fingers kept rollin' slow around the rim of his glass? The way his eyes just... stayed on me a little longer than they should’ve when I talked? Yeah. That stuff got in my head. Made me feel weirdly warm, like the collar of my shirt was suddenly too tight. Marco never rushed anything. That was his thing. Like—he could sit in silence for hours if he wanted to, and somehow it’d feel like you were the awkward one. He just let the quiet sit there bet

WAITING FOR HIMLeona POV“Arghhh… no,” I whimpered, rubbing my thighs together in an attempt to create friction.“It’s time for school, kitten,” he chuckled.I stare at him, torn. This man sure know when to prioritize some things. I could still feel my pulse race and my mouth felt dry from calling his name. more especially my pussy still throbbing from his touch.I wanted to beg him to stay. But the authority in his voice was seriousI nodded.“Just get ready for school okay,” he told me. “And prepare for me tonight.”“Yes, Master.” My voice sounded smaller in the suddenly silent room.He moved away smiling as he ruffled my hair a bit before pulling the blankets over me, and walked out. The door closes softly behind him, leaving me hollow and needy.I lay there a moment longer, headlights of memory flashing across my mind—his strong hands, the warmth of his breath, the sharp smack turning into a promise that I belonged to him. I could fe

Leona’s POVMy voice was small. “I like this black ones… and the red ones too.”“Okay miss, take your time then, if you need help ill be outside,” the saleswoman warmed a smile as she went outside leaving me alone in the big dressing room.Inside the room, I unzipped my school blouse and let it slide off my shoulders. My fingers trembled as I reached for the black lace bra. It fit perfectly—thin straps, delicate cups, just enough to tease. I stepped out of my skirt, slipping into the matching panties. The mirror in front of me reflected someone else—a girl who wasn’t afraid to be looked at. A girl who knew she was wanted.A slow warmth crawled up my neck as I adjusted the straps and gently ran my hands down my body—over the swell of my hips, the soft curve of my waist. I bit my lip, caught in the way the lace hugged me. I didn’t even hear him come in.“Interesting view.”I jumped, spinning around. “Marco!” My heart leapt into my throat. “Wha—you—how long were you standing there?”He l

PUNISHMENT(2)Marco’s POVThe air was thick with tension the moment Leona followed me upstairs. My pulse was still pounding—the way I’d snarled downstairs at my security team was loud in my head: “Indecent? Outside again?” I hadn’t meant to lose it, but the way one of the men had looked at her—like she was a prize—made something inside me snap. She was mine.And her? She stood out there with her lips slightly parted, face flushed from the breeze, eyes sparkling like she hadn’t just walked into danger. Like she didn’t know what she was doing to men. She looked too perfect. Too soft. And it made me want to ruin her again, so no one else could touch what was mine.She followed behind me quietly, her slippers barely making a sound against the polished tiles.“Marco, wait…” she said gently. Her voice trembled, but not with fear. Concern.I didn’t answer. I opened the bedroom door and stepped inside, leaving it open for her.“I honestly didn’t mean to mak

NAUGHTY OLD DAYSLeona POVI touched her laps as I stared at her.“Yeah, you were pretty naïve but naughty then,” she let out a laugh.“I missed that night, it kinda felt different with you asides what I still feel for Marco,” I whispered as my gaze met hers.Cassie didn’t move. Her eyes flicked to my lips, then back to my eyes.“I think about it sometimes,” she said. “Usually when I’m not supposed to.”She reached up and brushed a curl from my face, her fingers grazing my cheek. My breath hitched. Something small and warm lit in my chest—like a candle finding its wick.There was a pause—soft and charged—and then she leaned in, slow and uncertain, until her lips just brushed mine.It was... curious. Gentle. Like a question.And I kissed her back, answering with the same quiet wonder.When we pulled apart, she gave a shy laugh. “That was... really nice.”I nodded, my pulse humming. “Yeah.”We didn’t say much after that. We just