Leia’s POV
His voice woke me before anything else did.
Not his touch, not his body. Just his voice, low and filthy, smooth as sin. He sat beside the bed, holding the recorder close to his mouth like he was confessing sins meant only for me.
“You’re mine.”
“You sleep better when I’m buried so deep inside you you forget your own name.”
“Your cunt clenches even in your sleep. Like it’s begging.”
My thighs clenched under the covers, my whole body pulsed. I didn’t say a word. I just rolled over and crawled toward him, naked and dripping, not because I was told, but because I didn’t know how to do anything else anymore.
Kneeling was automatic now. Ezra didn’t even look down at first. He clicked the recorder off and dragged his eyes over me like he was starving.
“Tonight, we’re going somewhere new.”
I fucking shook. The day passed in a haze of hunger, I moved like a ghost through our routines, heart thudding between my legs.
He didn’t fuck me, didn’t even tease me. Just watched, measured. I was soaked the whole day, my thighs sticky, breath shallow, waiting for whatever tonight meant.
When it finally came, I was wrecked before he even touched me. He guided me onto the mattress without a word, his hand gripping my nape like I was a thing he owned.
Not gentle, not cruel, just certain.
“No blindfold,” he said. “No gag. No ties.” I blinked.
“I want your eyes open while I split you open,” he whispered. “I want your ears clear when I tell you what a filthy little hole you’ve become.”
I dropped to the floor before he could finish the sentence. Kneeling, wet, open, and desperate. The collar felt heavier tonight.
“Up,” he said.
I crawled onto the bed, chest heaving. My body still wore his marks from last night, bruises along my ribs, teeth marks on my tits and thighs. They throbbed when I breathed.
He stood at the edge of the bed, stroking himself slowly, eyes locked to mine.
“You’re going to take me somewhere no one ever has.”
“You’re going to thank me for the ache in your guts.”
“You’re going to scream my name every time your asshole twitches.”
My mouth went dry, my pussy gushed. He knelt behind me and spread my ass with both hands, smearing lube between my cheeks. I whimpered as his thumb slid over my rim.
“Hold your breath,” he ordered, and I obeyed.
One finger pushed in, tight, burning, and raw. I gasped, bit the sheet. He didn’t stop, and added another finger. Twisted, stretched. Fingered me with them until I was leaking onto the bed.
“Don’t cry yet,” he said. “You’re just getting started.”
He pressed kisses between my shoulder blades, then spit between my cheeks, rubbing it in. “You were made for this.”
When he lined up and shoved the head of his cock inside my ass, I nearly screamed. It hurt, burned, but I didn’t say stop. I shoved back.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Take it. Take every fucking inch.”
He didn’t ease in, he didn’t wait. He fucked me like it was war. Brutal, and relentless, slamming deep into my guts with every thrust.
“You’re mine, were always mine. Say it while I ruin your tight little asshole.”
“I’m yours,” I sobbed. “Fuck- I’m yours- harder- please!” He grabbed my hair, yanked my head back, spit into my open mouth.
“Choke on it, baby.” I swallowed it, moaned for more. My body was shaking, sweat pouring, tears streaming down my face as he pounded into me.
“You’re going to bleed for me,” he snarled. “And beg for more.”
“Don’t stop,” I cried. “Don’t stop fucking talking, don’t stop anything-”
He slapped my ass hard, again, and again. The sound echoed off the walls, my ass clenched around him and he groaned. “You’re just a hole now. My hole. Say it.”
“I’m your hole,” I sobbed. “I’m your fucking hole- please- please-”
I shattered around him. Not just came, I broke. My face was buried in the soaked sheets, drool and tears mixing as I trembled. My ass throbbed, my cunt ached.
I couldn’t breathe without him. When he finally pulled out, I collapsed, shaking. I reached for him anyway, grabbed his shirt, and pulled his face down until our noses touched.
“If you ever go silent again,” I whispered, “I’ll forget how to fucking breathe.” He kissed my temple, sweaty and rough.
“Then I’ll never shut the fuck up again.”