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Though I hate to say it, I don't own Leo.

Deprivation

The room was lit only with candles, and the sharp, pleasant scent of juniper incense wafted through the air.

“You made plans, I see,” Natalie said, eyeing the half dozen leather restraints fastened strategically around the edges of Leonardo’s bed. So it was going to be one of those nights. Her innermost muscles gave a small, involuntary spasm at the possibilities.

“Well, we have the whole place to ourselves” Leo said, grinning. “ Why waste it?”

“Is Splinter-” she began.

“Gone for the night.” His smile deepened. “There’s absolutely no one to hear you scream.”

Natalie noticed a white cloth covering something, or rather several somethings, on his nightstand. Hmm. Wonder what that’s all about. She guessed that even Raphael, who presumably knew of every possible variation of every possible sexual adventure there was, would be surprised at the inventiveness his brother was capable of.

She turned her eyes to Leo, and cut off what she was about to say at the sight of the black strip of cloth he was holding, running it through his fingers. “Aw, not a blindfold,” she whined. She didn’t mind restraints, but she had a thing about blindfolds. She didn’t like any part of her head messed with.

“Please, Nat.” he said. “For me. I promise I won’t hurt you.” Her reply was another whine of negation, wordless and sulky.

Leo sighed. “Very well.” He turned and left the room, leaving her standing there. After a moment, she heard the TV turn on.

“Hey!” she cried, rushing to the bedroom door. “What are you doing?”

Leo turned around on the couch, meeting her eyes. “You’re obviously not in the mood.”

“But I am in the mood!”

He looked at the blindfold still in his hand, and back at her. “I was really hoping you’d do this for me, Nat,” in a voice that said he was very disappointed in her. She understood that if she wanted to get any sex at all tonight, she was going to have to do it his way, or she’d get nothing.

“Oh, all right!” she huffed, exasperated. Damn Leo and his little power trips. “We’ll do the blindfold.”

He leapt over the back of the couch and kissed her lips lightly before leading back to his room. There, he carefully tied the blindfold over her eyes, and stepped away from her. She waited, anticipating his touch. But nothing happened. She strained her ears, trying to figure out where he was. She heard nothing. “Well?” she finally asked impatiently, barely refraining from stamping her foot.

“Undress.” The command came from across the room, quiet and even, barely above a whisper.

She slowly began to strip, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious. She had taken her clothes off in front of him countless times, of course, but other times he had always assisted her eagerly, or done it entirely himself. Now, alone in the middle of the room and sightless, knowing he was scrutinizing every move...it all made her just a bit nervous. She unhooked her bra - her last bit of clothing – letting it slide down her arms and off, her nipples hardening in the cool air, and simply waited for his next move.

She cried out in surprise as he suddenly scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed, sitting her down in the middle of it. One side of the mattress gave under his weight as he sat down next to her.

“Open your mouth.”

“Why?” She demanded, suspicious. “What are you going to put in it?”

He chuckled quietly. “Open it and find out.”

She hesitated for a long moment, wary of him. The blindfold made her feel very vulnerable and defenseless. She could deal with anything Leo could throw at her as long as she knew what he was about to do. She could ready herself. But not knowing…she hated being unable to see what was coming.

“Natalie, don’t make me ask you again.” His voice, gentle and mild, somehow held more menace than any growled threat would have. Even though he had promised not to hurt her she didn’t want to find out the consequences of continued defiance. She cautiously opened her mouth, anticipating any one of a dozen different things happening.

She tried to catch the scent of whatever it was as he placed it in her mouth, assuming it was something edible, but the incense had overwhelmed her sense of smell. She could detect nothing but the scent of juniper. She carefully worked the object in her mouth a little, and then broke into a relieved grin as she tasted the chocolate that immediately began melting. She bit down on it and a small burst of cherry liquor coated her mouth, mingling deliciously with the rich, dark chocolate.

“Is that so bad, now?” Leo breathed into her ear, his tongue lightly tracing the rim as she chewed and swallowed. She shook her head, smiling a little sheepishly.

“There’s more.” He said, and this time she didn’t hesitate. She eagerly opened her mouth, and as he placed the chocolate covered cherry inside, his tongue followed it and his mouth covered hers. He stroked her tongue with his as the sweet melted between them, licking up chocolate and cherry juice, and behind it, the faint taste of just her. Natalie moaned softly into his mouth and reached up, seeking to entwine her arms around his neck, but he grasped her hands and held them in her lap, denying her the contact. She pressed her lips harder into his in response, trying to find some way to draw him closer.

He broke off the kiss, giving her lips one last lick. “One more,” he said, and as she opened her mouth again, he gently introduced the ball gag between her teeth.

Natalie’s eyes shot open wide in shock underneath the blindfold. She gave a muffled grunt and pushed at it with her tongue, instinctively trying to dislodge it from her mouth. Leo quickly pulled the straps around the back of her head and held them in place with one hand. His other hand took a hold of hers and held them still when she brought them to her face in an attempt to pull the gag away. She shook her head, her teeth worrying at the hard ball between them, rather like a sensitive young horse being introduced to a bit for the first time. Her body began to break into a sweat as she panted rapidly through her nose. Leo responded like a good trainer would with a young horse, speaking soothingly to her and patiently stroking her until she finally quieted under his hand.

“Ok?” he asked. She took a final long, deep breath to calm herself, and nodded quickly.

“Good girl,” he crooned, buckling the straps of the gag firmly in place. “You’re doing great.” He began placing light kisses on her cheek, running his lips just below the edge of the blindfold, back to her ear. “You’re wonderful.” His breath tickled the recesses of her ear for a moment, and he moved on, following the line of her jaw with his lips. He worked his way back to her mouth and licked at her lips, tracing them in a complete circuit with the tip of his tongue as they stretched around the perimeter of the ball gag. “Now, lie down for me.” His arms wrapped around her and he eased her back onto the bed, lifting and sliding her down a bit to get her in better position.

He fastened a leather cuff around her wrist and pulled her arm taut, tightening the tether to one corner of the bed. Her other arm received the same treatment, pulled tight and tied to the other corner. The scent of her sex suddenly doubled in a heady wave, permeating his senses even beyond the scent of the incense. He watched her rub her thighs together, squirming. He smiled at the sight, his cock further hardening to slightly uncomfortable levels. She always became so intensely aroused when under restraints - the more tightly bound the better. He always marveled at it a little, and at his own reaction. The sight of her tied down, helpless, humiliated, completely in his power, awakened in him a lust so powerful that he couldn’t even begin to reason why he responded that way. It was something too raw, too primitive, too dark. His usually analytical mind wanted no part of it.

He fastened two more cuffs around her thighs, just above the knee, and pulled her knees up and out, stretching her thighs as far apart as they would go and tying the straps off tight. He liked her in this position, her pelvis tilted up and her cunt spread wide open to him. On impulse, he leaned in and blew a stream of breath up the length of her cunt, already slick with arousal. She shivered and whimpered around the gag in response. He brushed a finger through her nether lips, stroking just the outer edges. “You’re so wet already,” he remarked softly, his voice husky with desire. She whimpered again, wiggling her bound hindquarters as best she could to ask for more. He abruptly withdrew his finger.

The last two cuffs went around her ankles, suspended in the air, and the tethers tied to the far corners of the bed. Natalie tried moving her legs experimentally and found them nearly completely immobile. In fact, she was pulled so taut in so many directions she could barely move any part of her body at all. He placed something in her right hand and curled her fingers around it. It was a small bell. “If you need me to stop, shake this. Do not let this go or make any noise with it unless you really want me to stop. Understand?” She nodded her head, just about the only part of her that had any mobility left. “One more thing,” she heard Leo say. Oh, do tell. Rendered mute by the gag, she had to be content with letting the thought run sarcastically through her head. As if he hadn’t done enough already. She then felt something placed in either of her ears and heard music. It was some of Leo’s meditation music, subtle, dreamy, and unobtrusive, yet having it played right in her ear through the earpieces of what must be an I-pod, it prevented her from hearing anything else. With a feeling close to panic rising in her, she suddenly realized that Leo had now effectively removed all but one of her five senses.

Unable to see, hear, speak or taste, unable even to smell anything except that damned juniper incense, barely able to move, she felt extremely exposed and vulnerable. Deprived of the rest of her senses, her sense of touch was heightened to an impossible degree of sensitivity. Every nerve in her body reached out, trying to discern what Leo was doing and what would happen next. She had no idea where he was in relation to her right now, but she could have sworn she could feel molecules of air swirl around her body, displaced by his passing as he moved about the room.

Her stomach suddenly leapt and quivered as he gently laid his hand on it, even that simple touch shooting sparks along her nerves. He settled onto the bed and began to caress her, running his hands over her. His callused hands felt deliciously rough and yet incredibly gentle as they roamed. They stopped just below her breasts, his fingers skimming the underside, and then they ran back down over her abdomen. He stroked her thighs, first the outside, then her quads up to her knees and down, then her inner thighs, his hands rasping gently over the thin, sensitive skin. He stopped at the juncture where her thighs met her pelvis, avoiding her sex, and his hands traveled over her abdomen again.

Natalie squirmed in pleasure at his touch and frustration that he wasn’t giving her more. She wanted him everywhere, at her breasts, her now aching cunt. Even more, she wanted to reciprocate. She wanted to run her palms and nails across his shoulders, down his sensitive sides, wrap her arms and legs around him, play with and tease his cock. She pulled against the restraints, knowing it was useless but unable to stop herself. If she had the gag off she would have begged him just to let her suck him. On top of everything else, being unable to touch him it just fucking hurt.

She felt something moist flick several times at one of her nipples, wetting it. It had to be his tongue. He played with it, circling the tip of his tongue around the aureole and delicately lapping at the hardened nub. The same sensation came to her other nipple as he abandoned the first, and it suddenly felt chilled, the moisture on the hard little peak drying quickly in the cool air. He teased her other nipple, batting it back and forth, again using just the tip of his tongue. One of his fingers wandered between her lags, stroked gently up her cunt and began flirting with her clit, teasing it as his tongue teased her nipples, with the lightest of touches.

Natalie moaned around the gag in frustrated need, the expert, tickling stimulation exquisite but still not enough. Get on with it already! She couldn’t get her feet down to the mattress for leverage, but she did her best to thrust her pelvis into his finger anyway, needing him to rub harder. She arched her back, trying to push all of her nipple into his mouth, unsuccessfully. His tongue and finger abruptly left her, and then something suddenly pricked the skin of one of her breasts. She stilled herself, wondering if she had just imagined it. No, there it was again, a sharp point touched lightly to her skin. And again, and again, now this breast, now the other. God, he couldn’t possibly have a knife in his hand. She knew the tricks, you touched someone with something relatively harmless, like a toothpick, but the heightened senses of a blindfolded person made it seem much sharper. Then he lay whatever he was holding between her breasts, and she felt a strip of cold steel against her skin, ending in a wooden handle. Good god, he did have a knife.

He picked up the knife and held the flat of the blade lightly against her throat. The message was clear. Don’t move. Her heart began to pound violently in her chest. She frantically told herself that she was in no real danger. She knew Leo could pick the lint off someone’s clothes with a blade and not tear the cloth, so refined was his control. But even so, she didn’t dare move, didn’t even dare swallow.

The finger of his other hand resumed its work on her clit, teasing it with light, quick strokes. She struggled to hold still under his hand, knowing he didn’t want her to move. He worked her clit until she was on the verge of climax, her thighs trembling with the effort to keep still. Then the sensations abruptly stopped before she had a chance to come. Finger and blade went away, and his weight left the bed. A snarl of frustration came from deep in her throat. Her teeth gnashed at the hard ball between them. Just because Leo wasn’t physically hurting her didn’t mean he wasn’t a sadistic bastard.

She raised her head, trying to find some sign of him, not that it did any good. She tried shaking it, hoping to at least dislodge one of the earplugs, to no avail. She dropped her head back to the mattress with no choice but to wait for him, immobile. He took a long time returning. After a while her body began to cool off - a little while more and she actually started to feel a little cold. And without Leo to work her into a fever pitch, she was also becoming uncomfortably aware of how degraded she must look, bound and gagged, her cunt spread wide open and on display. Where the hell was he? Was he still in the room, enjoying her predicament? Was he watching the damn TV?

She was about to consider ringing the bell when she suddenly something very warm, almost but not quite to the point of burning, dripped on her belly, making her flinch. At first she thought it was hot candle wax. But as more drizzled over her breasts she changed her mind. It was more syrupy than that. Hot fudge sauce, maybe, or warmed honey. Whatever it was, her nipples were being coated with it. Then the thin, hot stream was drizzled between her breasts and down her abdomen. She braced herself, guessing what was coming next, and guessing right as the syrupy substance dripped onto her sex. She sucked in air deeply through her nose as the delicate flesh between her legs absorbed the intense heat and adjusted to it.

The side of the bed sank down and an instant later she felt Leo’s tongue on her, starting just above her pubic curls and dragging all the way up her body in a long, slow lick. He settled his mouth over her left nipple, this time drawing it all the way in and sucking firmly.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned in pleasure. Finally. Yes, yes. That's how I want it. Suck me. He drew his head back, drawing her breast up with it as he thoroughly sucked the nipple clean. He turned his attention to her other breast, giving it the same treatment, and then his tongue and mouth worked their way down her body. When he arrived at her cunt, he began to lick through her folds and over her clit as if he truly meant to send her over the edge. Natalie squirmed in rapture and rocked her pelvis as much as her restraints let her, feeling her orgasm beginning to build and swell again. And then, moments before she would have climaxed, his tongue left her and his weight got off the bed.

Her hoarse growl of fury forced its way through the gag, as he once more left her body aching and unsatisfied and with no way to gratify herself. She fought against the bonds, shrieking in displeasure, her body arching, her teeth gnashing against the gag. In her struggles, the hand holding the bell opened, and it slipped from her grasp.

Oh god, no. In a near panic, she twisted her hand about as much as the cuff would allow, desperately feeling for the bell. Maybe Leo hadn’t noticed. Maybe, by some chance, it had made no noise when it dropped. No such luck. One of the plugs was pulled from her ear, and for the first time in what seemed like a great while she heard Leo’s voice, cold and detached. After all the long minutes of nothing but the hypnotic music, the sound reverberated through her like the beating of a drum.

“Did you want me to stop?” She could only pant nervously in reply. “Nat?” he prompted when she didn’t answer. “Did you mean to do that?” She managed to give a quick shake of her head. She would rather endure whatever punishment he came up with than have him stop now. Her need to climax had become too overwhelming.

“What did I say about dropping this?” he demanded. She began to weep in vexation. How could she respond with a damn gag in her mouth? He sighed, bitterly disappointed, “I am not happy.” A helpless, apologetic keening began in the back of her throat. “Are you sure you want to go on, Natalie?” She nodded, her eyes squeezed tight behind the blindfold. He placed the bell back in her hand and she clutched it with a death grip. The earpiece was replaced and the music once more filled her hearing.

In the stillness, she readied herself for punishment, trying to anticipate what it might be, her deprived senses giving her no clue. Tight clips on her tender nipples and breasts maybe, or a stinging spanking to her bare buttocks, or a hard pinch to her clit. She was not prepared for Leo to grasp one of her ankles in his hand and begin torturously tickling her foot. She reflexively tried to snatch her foot away, but even without his hand firmly gripping her ankle, the restraints would not let her budge.

Natalie screamed so forcefully that even with the ball gag muffling her the sound bounced off the walls. She began fighting her bonds in earnest, muscles straining, her body thrashing on the bed. Her tears soaked the blindfold. Reason told her that struggling was useless, but she was beyond reason and her body reacted uncontrollably to the objectionable stimulus. He continued without let up, on and on, it seemed like he would never stop. She struggled wildly. There was no pleasure in this; it felt horrible. She honestly would rather have been whipped. As he switched to her other foot, she tried to speak around the gag, protesting, begging. Stop! Stop it! Stop it! Please! Oh god, pleeease! Only muffled, inarticulate vowel sounds came out.

Leo watched her body twisting and writhing on his bed as he tortured her. Considering how tightly bound she was, she was managing to move her body quite a bit. The bed creaked and rocked with her efforts. Her breasts bounced up and down as her torso bucked up and slammed back onto the mattress. The sight proved to be too much of a temptation, and for a moment his control slipped. Pinning her under his weight, he lay down between her spread legs and took a breast in each hand. He pushed them up and together, putting them on display for himself, and lowered his mouth over one of her nipples, sucking and nibbling hungrily.

Her cries of anguish gave way to cries of pleasure. He moved his mouth back and forth for some time, sucking one nipple then the other. He then squeezed her breasts tightly together, laving both pebbly hard peaks at the same time while his hands kneaded her breasts. He ground against her as he fed on her breasts, the lower lip of his carapace rubbing hard on her slit. He could feel her climax coming – she was very close now….

With an effort he tore himself away from her, denying her release. He stood at the foot of the bed and surveyed his handwork. Natalie was in agony. Her sweat covered body writhed, at the limit of its endurance from being so tormented. The blindfold was wet from her tears. Her vulva winked in an out at him, desperately seeking relief. Her juices ran from her cunt, pooling into a circle of moisture on the mattress. She seemed to be trying to say something, the same garbled sounds repeating themselves. It might have been please Leo, please Leo, over and over. With a groan, he finally allowed his erection to drop, stroking it in his hand a few times. It was almost painful to the touch. He had been depriving himself of gratification as much as he had been depriving her, and he, too, had his limits.

He lowered his body over hers and removed one of the earpieces. “God, I love you so much,” he breathed into her ear. A sob tore from her throat, both at his words and the feel of his cock entering her as he filled her to the hilt in a single smooth stroke. He forced himself to hold still, gritting his teeth. He had almost lost it right there. She wasn’t making it any easier, with her inner walls spasming wildly around him, milking his cock. When he regained a grip on himself, he started thrusting into her, slowly at first, every now and then emphasizing his thrusts with growled words. “Yes…love you…gonna fuck you…fuck you…ah, yeah,...that’s it…that’s it Nat…fuck you so hard.” His self-control started to fray and his thrusts began building to a hard fast rhythm. He took her hair in his fists, pulling her head back. “Come for me, Natalie…yesss, that’s it, baby,…come for me!”

Her body arched, tightened, straining against her bonds from all angles one last time with almost inhuman energy. Her cunt squeezed his cock so hard his mind went numb. She hovered there a long moment, and then crashed, a powerful orgasm tearing through her, flooding every nerve.

His control shredded, and with one hand balled up in her hair, the other coming down to grip her hip, he drove into her with all his strength, his pelvis hammering against hers with each stroke, her cries egging him on. Intense pressure and searing pleasure coiled tightly in his groin and spread like wildfire through his body. He lost his capacity for words. There was nothing but sensation and feeling, his body against her and in her, the delicious, rising friction. Overheating and hungering, he was in haste to find completion, and he never wanted it to end. Oh god this was so good! He could ride the crest of this wave all night

He looked down at her, her breasts jiggling enticingly in time with his thrusts, her arms and legs splayed wide and helpless. The hand at her hip moved up to her breasts, squeezing and fondling. The pressure and pleasure built until even he could take no more. He came in a mighty gush, his roar of climax mingling with her cries as he finally hurtled over the edge. His shouts of ecstasy gradually eased into harsh grunts as he thrust a few more times, giving her every last drop, and then into deep, labored breaths as his body and mind recovered.

Concern for Natalie eventually brought him completely back to earth. Working quickly, he unfastened all the cuffs and gathered her in his arms. She was evidently still flying, transported as her body and mind tried to sort out a multitude of sensations and emotions. He removed the blindfold and I-pod as she wrapped her arms around his neck and nestled her head against his shoulder, pressing close.

“Let’s just get this off you,” he murmured, undoing the buckle of the ball gag. He held her in his arms a long time once he freed her of it, letting her calm down, simply reveling in the feel of her.

“God, Leo,” she whispered at last. A moment later she lifted her head and smiled softly. “You are amazing.”

“I aim to please,” he said, trying for modesty while his ego soared.

She wiggled her jaw to work some of the soreness out of it. Her smile turned into a teasing grin. “Oh, is that what you were doing?”

“Ultimately, yes.”

“Hmm. Maybe next time I’ll tie you down and please you until you scream for mercy.”

Leo considered it. Tying him down was one thing, keeping him tied down was another thing altogether. He was a ninja, after all. And once he got loose, she’d be in trouble. He chuckled quietly and exchanged a few gentle kisses with her.

“I look forward to it.”
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