I surrender to Leo in confused disorientation. I’m still reeling from him saying it kills him to see me with another man.

How could that be possible?

What he did to me in the past jaded me, changed me.

I never thought the new Leo Asher had one ounce of an actual soul. He’s just a gorgeous, wealthy man with little else on his mind other than sex and power.

He's the biggest playboy in town, yet he just admitted I have the potential to drive him wild with jealousy. I don’t even know what to think anymore.

I can’t let myself get too caught up in what that might imply, though. I trusted Leo once before and I got burned. Badly.

I'm not going down that road again.

His admission probably just means he has some chauvinistic sense of control over me because he's purchased me for thirty days. That’s all I can let myself believe it means if I don’t want to get hurt again.

The thought pulls me out of my lust-filled haze and I try to break the kiss that almost feels like a punishment.

"Leo," I gasp, breathless, pushing against his chest. "I don't want you to get confused. You own me for thirty days and that's it. You can't expect to maintain control over me after that."

I have to keep my head on straight. I can’t let all this sex cloud my judgment.

"Of course. That's obviously what I meant, Sienna. His eyes are cold as stone now, his tone condescending. “So remember that. As long as I own you, I don't want you so much as looking at another guy, got it?"

I make myself believe him because I have no other course of action.

Nothing about him screams commitment or love. Even though I’m realizing I care for him as much as I always did, and even though my heart is screaming at me to dive in,

I know I can't love Leo Asher again. Getting over him was too hard.

I cried for weeks and then his abandonment left me with trust issues that turned me into someone completely different. I don't let anyone in anymore. And I especially can’t let him in.

So even though things are advancing between us and it feels like we’re skirting a very thin line, I'm keeping my walls up nice and high.

Even though part of me desperately wants to hear him say he’s secretly loved me all this time, I can’t handle that. So I push him to tell me what I need to hear: that this means nothing.

"So, you purchased me just to..." I watch his face closely.

"Keep you out the media." His expression is completely blank. “I knew this would be an issue right away.”

"Okay, well good. Now that it's all out on the table, then I guess we're fine."

His eyes turn dark and I know what's coming. He wants to make good on his money. I watch him as he stalks around the penthouse, removing his suit jacket, his shoes, his tie.

Finally, he grabs his glass of scotch again and takes a seat on the leather couch.

Then the bastard has the nerve to snap his fucking fingers at me.

"You think I'm gonna come to you just like that? I'm not your little whore or a prisoner here."

No man snaps their fingers to make me come like I’m their goddamn pet. I turn my back to him and retrieve my wine glass, sitting back at the bar. I hope to hell this move pisses him off.

Before I know it, he's right there behind me and he's pulling me back up off my seat. I knock back the remaining wine and let myself be taken. He drags me over to the couch, and I guess he's about to get his wishes fulfilled after all. 

Something must be wrong with me because I immediately kneel in submission between his legs. I know he wants it. I want it. I love the way he takes control of me, even while I simultaneously want to exert my own.

I know the image of me on my knees at his will is what he craves right now. He wants me to be defeated, bent to his will, giving in to his domination with total surrender.

He's doing a damn good job of breaking me down.

Any fight I have left in me flees the second he releases his thick, throbbing cock from his pants. There it is in all its hard glory. I swear it’s the most perfect cock I've ever seen. I don’t think I'll ever stop wanting it.

I lick my lips in anticipation but quickly try to maintain my composure. I don’t want him to know how much I want him, how desperate I am for him to control me. But he sees it. Of course he fucking does. Nothing gets by Leo Asher. 

I try to maintain a steady gaze as though I'm still in control, but my body betrays me. My heart is pounding and I'm feeling warm with desire.

He seems to know this too.

He fists his fingers in my hair and shoves my head toward his cock. I make a poor attempt at a struggle but it's futile. He wants me to suck him long and hard, take him deep, as if to prove that I like being bought, that I like being his.

When I resist the pressure he uses to force me down, he says, "I own you now, baby. And I know you fucking want it. So do it. Show me how much you love being owned by me. How much you want this cock in your mouth."

"Fine," I say with a strangled gasp. His dirty words make me inexplicably wet. So wet that I could take all of him inside my pussy right now without him ever even touching me.

If this is how he wants to play, then game on.

I’m going to give him the best blowjob he's ever had and he'll be the one to realize that it's me he can't live without. I want to flip the tables on him, make him suffer like I did. I want to make sure I blow him so good he'll remember this night forever.

I pull down my dress to reveal my perfect tits, but instead of gawking he just tilts his chiseled face calmly to the side as if he's trying to memorize what I look like.

His fingers yank on my hair and he pulls my face down to his cock. I open wide, unable to hide the moan of satisfaction when he rams his rock hard cock so far into my mouth that he hits the back of my throat.

I fucking love it.

I crave this. I want him to choke me with his cock so I'm gasping for breath, but I'll never admit it to him.

Instead, I try to pull my head back and give him my best "lollipop" move. He lets me tend to the tip of his cock. I swirl my tongue around the wide, smooth tip, but when I peek up I see nothing but amusement on his face. Is this a fucking game to him?

I narrow my eyes and start to pull away, but he tangles his fingers even tighter through my hair and forces my head back down on him.

His cock hits the back of my throat again, and I'm getting exactly what I want. I don't know why it feels so good to be choking on Leo's cock but then it dawns on me that he's worn me down into submission. I don't want to fight this anymore. 

And that's probably what he's wanted all along. My total nonresistance to his every desire. And the fucked up thing is that I want that, too.

I gag around his hard cock, and when I look up through my eyelashes I see the smirk of satisfaction on his face. He has me basically begging to be on my knees choking on his giant cock. 

"Come on baby, take it all. Just like you like it, nice and deep." The growl in his voice has my pussy clenching and gushing.

His fingers hold my head in place and I’m forced to breathe through my nose. I swallow hard, and the feeling of my throat closing around him must be too damn good because the next thing I feel is hot cum shooting down my throat.

Jet after hot salty jet pours from his cock, and I gulp to swallow it all.

I don’t want to waste a drop.

I suck down every last bit of his cum.

Then when he pulls out of my mouth, I get up and straighten my dress, trying to maintain some air of dignity, and walk around in front of him.

I pour myself more wine and wash the savory last drops of his cum down.

"I'm going to take a shower," I say nonchalantly.

His eyes flare with heat. Isn't he done yet? What’s he trying to prove?

"No, Sienna, I'm not done with you yet."

"But you just came."

He looks at me like I’ve said something amusing. "It doesn't matter. If I’m not done with you then you’ll do what I say. How about I join you for that shower?"

I want him to, and inside I'm hoping there's more to this evening. That him not being done with me means that he intends to make me come all night. But what can I do? I'm never in control with him. He’ll do what he wants to do, and nothing more.

"Yes, come join me."

"I want you in there, ready and waiting for me."

I do what he says. It's the easiest way. And if I’m honest, I don’t want to argue.

The thought of having hot streams of water pouring over my body sounds perfect right about now. But to have Leo's overpowering frame in there with me?

Holy hell.

It’s like living out my teenage fantasy. Only this time I won't have to do naughty things with the shower head. He'll do it for me. He'll get me off. He'll make me come and beg and submit. By the end of the night, I'll be so fucking spent that it'll feel like sleeping on a cloud.

I turn the water on and get in. It washes away the long day and my muscles melt under the force of the water hitting my skin. Steam rises up, and I inhale it all in. I'm tired, but I'm also confused.

Leo says it drives him crazy to see me with other men. Doesn't that normally mean someone cares for you as more than just a sexual plaything? Maybe not.

Maybe he’s just possessive with his toys.

I don't mind being his little slave for now, but it's only temporary. With every day that passes, I get pulled deeper into his charisma and power, and I already know it’s going to be hard to detach at the end of our agreement.

How did I get here? I made a solemn promise to myself to never again fall under the hypnotic influence of Leo. He's good at this. It's his mission to seduce women. And as he's gradually wiped out all the fight left in me, I find myself longing for something more, for something deeper. 

I'm in dangerous territory. There’s no doubt about it. But my thoughts evaporate as he walks in, totally fucking naked and hot as hell.

I pull back into a corner of the large shower, my body already wet and needy. He comes in, passes through the stream of water so his tanned skin is wet, and then he’s there in front of me.

He pushes his hips against mine, forcing me against the damp stone shower wall. He brings my hands up above my head and cinches them there, his favorite position, I’m learning. I fucking love it too.

I feel his throbbing cock between my legs. All I want is for him to take me, to fuck me, to claim me as his.

He's got other plans. He kisses me fiercely, and I kiss him back just as hard.

"You're starting to resist a little less," he says between breaths.

"Maybe you're wearing me down," I tease.

He smiles, a look of pure contentment passing briefly across his face before the mask is back in place, and then he bends his head and sucks at my breasts.

My nipples harden under his tongue, his teeth, his soft, full lips. It feels so good and it makes pure lust shoot straight down to my clit. I'm aching for him now. I'm throbbing and vibrating.

Everything in my body is on fire as he teases me closer and closer to the brink of insanity.

He knows it. He knows that one push of his cock into my trembling pussy will release all that desperate ache and need, and I’ll be free. He knows this, so he resists and he draws out my pleasure until I’m ready to beg.