Leanna-Chapter 269: [LEANNA] Halloween Special & The Orchestrated Dance

Chapter 269: [LEANNA] Halloween Special & The Orchestrated Dance

[LEANNA] Halloween Special

*sigh . . .

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*sigh . . .

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*sigh . . .

Russell laid down the magazine he was reading and stared over at his young master, who was sighing nonstop, looking at the horizon in a daze.

His young master was just standing there. His eyes were focused beyond the skyline. His hands were clasped behind his back, and he felt the depressing air emanating from him.

"Young master, is something troubling you?"

Cain didn’t respond, eyes not leaving the sky, but his mind was elsewhere.

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"I . . . I think . . . I finally felt . . . scared . . . for the first time."

"What?!"

Russell almost fell out from his chair. He shot to his feet and went to his young master’s side. His young master’s face held a complicated look for the first time –– not the cold, indifferent, nor scary type, but the forlorn kind of type.

"Young master . . . you . . . *gulp . . . scared?" Russell repeated his words, afraid he must have misheard.

Cain slowly nodded.

What!

Russell’s eyes wanted to detach itself from its sockets while his jaw wanted to run all over the carpeted floor. Never in his life, he saw his young master being scared of anything!

His young master was trained to adapt to different situations and circumstances. His young master had gone to hellish training until to the brink of death as he did in the past.

His young master was a freaking God!

An immortal incarnate!

But ever since that girl, Leanna Lee, came into his life. He became . . .

Well . . .

Human.

Curses! Is it Leanna Lee again? Did she finally revealed her true colors and blackmailed my young master into doing her every bidding? Maybe she threatened to leave my young master? Why else does young master look like this?

It could only be her fault!

"Young master is it that gi––uhm . . . young miss?"

Russell changed his words when Cain glanced at him with cold eyes, warning him to choose his next words.

Cain sighed before he slowly nodded.

"Young master, maybe you can tell me about it? I heard it lessens the burden and somehow makes you feel better."

I have to ask about this. I want to assist the situation first before I plan how to torture that wicked witch.

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"Leanna . . . she . . . I found out my wife is afraid of . . . spiders . . . The big ones."

Cain narrated as his eyes never left the skyline. His gaze melancholic and terror-stricken, yet he held himself in total composure that Russell had to wonder if he was truly frightened.

So, she’s scared of spiders. Ehehehehehe! Russell secretly made this as an utmost important note.

"Thus . . . I did something a loving boyfriend . . . A kind lover . . . A wonderful husband would do . . ." Cain’s lips twitched upwards into a smirk.

Russell’s fine hairs rose in alarm. His tingling senses were warning him of danger.

"I blackmailed her . . ."

Cain chuckled as he remembered Leanna’s almost crying face. Her submissive and pleading look took him to heaven, but not until she quickly pushed him back to hell.

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. . . right. Russell scratched his nose, looking all dejected on the ground.

"Her next words frightened me . . . She threatened me."

Cain closed his eyes, remembering the next thing that happened.

Curses! She did not threaten young master! No one threatens young master!

Russell’s jaw clenched. His teeth made grinding sounds while his palms were scraped as his nails dug deeper from being balled into fists.

"Young master, she . . . did she say . . . did she threatened to leave you . . . ?"

What else can it be?! That’s the number one line women love to say to get what they wanted.

Cain took a mouthful of air and released it in one go as he held his forehead, eyes closed, still shaken from what Leanna said to him a while ago.

"Leanna . . . she . . . My wife . . ."

Cain had difficulty in uttering the words. His voice brittle and low, trying not to crack. His brows furrowed into one line as if he was in pain that Russell wanted to storm Leanna and torture her to death.

"Leanna . . . threatened me that . . . If I ever use spiders to scare her . . . she . . . she will . . ."

Cain took a sharp intake of air as he opened his eyes and stared down at his hands in horror.

"She will not allow me to touch her breasts ever again."

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Russell leaned against the full-length window and gazed down at the sight below.

I want to jump from this building and kill myself.

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[LEANNA] The Orchestrated Dance

I tried my best to stay awake and attentive to the group of orchestra and to the women who were singing on the stage.

Cain and I were in Paris to celebrate Christmas. Since I always wanted to watch an orchestra, Cain brought me to Paris’s exclusive Orchestra hall reserved for the rich and famous to listen to Madam Estoille, the most renowned opera singer of all time. This was supposed to be a one in a lifetime opportunity since the said Madam was retiring after this one last performance.

So even with the jaw-dropping price, the place was full.

Honestly, I enjoyed the peaceful yet powerful melody. But having to listen to a sorrowful, melancholic song after a hearty meal proved to be a wrong choice since I already feel my systems were shutting down after it had its fill.

I sighed and fluttered my eyelids, wiping my eyeballs, hoping to blink away the drowsiness as I straightened my back. I roamed my eyes, expecting to see something that would interest me and keep me entertained to no avail.

Men in their expensive tailored suit and women with their designer’s red carpet dresses were focused on the show like robots. Not blinking nor moving.

Cain and I were seated at the reserved private balcony for VVIPs, where no one could see us while Russell and Four were standing behind us.

I sighed again.

My eyes then rested on the man beside me.

Cain was wearing a simple tailored grey shirt underneath a dark grey vest with few buttons undone, exposing his collarbone and well-chiseled chest while his sleeves were folded all the way to his elbow. He was sitting with one leg raised to the other. His elbow rested on the armrest. His hand was holding his tilted head while his other hand rested on his knee, forefinger tapping, looking all bored.

He was like an Emperor looking down on his subjects.

My eyes shone.

He never fails to excite me without even doing anything!

I leaned to him and flung my hand to his sleeping arousal.

". . ."

". . ."

Cain glanced at me with amused eyes while Russell and Four pretended that they didn’t see anything.

I continued to look at him in innocence, pretending I didn’t do anything wrong.

"The suit is lovely darling . . . ," I started, "but there should be no barriers between us tonight . . . I much prefer the feel of your flesh throbbing beneath my fingers."

I licked my lips and bit my lower lip while I held his eyes in captive.

Cain’s frosty eyes narrowed as his pupils constricted. "Leave us."

Russell and Four left the room in silence and contented to stood guard outside the door.

I smiled as I stood to my feet. I went in front of him as our eyes remained lock in a lustful conversation while I slowly went on my knees between his legs.

I continued to look at him while rubbing his now bulging length beneath his pants as he stared down at me, hands gripping the armrest.

"Hmm . . . It seems I’m negligent with my naughty pet’s cravings. But no matter, take your time . . . Explore me as you will. There is only pleasure here."

I giggled at what he said.

"You make me smile and horny," I confessed and unbuckled his belt while he raised his hips so I could pull his pants down enough to expose his full erection underneath his boxers.

Cain gasped as his head snapped back, closing his eyes tight while his fingers gripped the armrest when I licked his length down from his shaft up to his tip. My hand was rubbing his balls together while my other hand stroked his swollen tip as my mouth sucked and worshiped his cock beneath his boxers.

I teased him, not giving him what he wanted. Even when he didn’t ask for it, I knew he wanted it based on his impatient groans.

"You plead for control over me, my pet . . . ngrhhh . . . and when I gave in, this is what you do to me? Hmm . . . You will pay dearly when our roles are reversed . . . Until then, do it harder, my love."

I giggled, and an exciting thrill ran through my spine. I grabbed his boxers and pulled it down enough to expose his throbbing length with his pre-cum spurting from his swollen tip.

"Nghh . . ."

I moaned in delight and licked his cum while my hands rubbed him up and down. His sperm helped my fingers glide in a smooth rhythm creating erotic sounds mixed with our pleasured moans.

"Mrgh!"

Cain groaned in pain and pleasure when I brought his pulsating cock inside my mouth, and his hands went to my loosely braided hair.

I timed my movements with the climax of the orchestra. Enticingly licking and vigorously sucking him, taking in as much as I could while pulling my mouth out with a popping sound as I rubbed and squeezed him with my hands.

Cain was panting now.

But no one cared as our lustful voices vanished with the powerful beating of the music.

"Leanna!"

Cain cried out in ecstasy when he found his release. He raised his hips and pulled my hair, shoving his entire penis into my mouth. Feeling the tip hitting my throat, I greedily gulped what he gave me.

After sucking him dry, I released and licked him clean as he leaned back, eyes closed while his heaving chest moved up and down. Watching him so weak and defenseless before me, I couldn’t help but feel so aroused, and I straddled him.

"Looks like my pet became even naughtier."

Cain huffed a laugh as he held my waist to steady me when I moved and rubbed his now growing erection with my wetness.

"It’s your fault. You made me like this. You’ve become my addiction," I murmured, tracing his lips with my tongue before biting it.

"Oh, my little pet, I believe it’s my turn now."

I giggled when he shot me a dangerous erotic look before he slid my flimsy thong aside and slid inside me in one full thrust.

Our passion raged throughout the night together with the echoing sweet, powerful music as each thrust brought our intertwined bodies to never before heights of pleasure.