Master!Leon Kennedy x Submissive!Reader
Synopsis: Drinking was always his vice, but when he found you he realised there was more to relaxation than getting to the bottom of a bottle.
Themes: RE9 setting, BDSM, Reader is toy/sub/object, sadisism & masochism, pain in terms of spanking; choking; face/pussy slapping. Leon slightly ooc? But I feel like he’s a total dominant! Use of Master/Sir. Descriptions of squirting, cumming, cum play, nipple torture, pussy torture, used as an object, used as a foot stall/ table for a glass to placed upon. Reprimanded, punished for not doing the right thing! Correct Aftercare as Leon takes care of his baby!
Just near the edge of the city, where the tree-line begins to blur across acres of land, is a suburban house. Aged red brick and pine wood decorate the exterior, with a porch bleeding out into the front garden. It was what Leon needed, somewhere recluse and away from the city which reminds him of his duty.
The money he had stowed away paid for this nice life, and the expensive car he drives around. After all, the least the government could do was pay their top agent good money for all the work he does.
Though, a nice house and an expensive car did not solve his problems. Leon had often found himself at the bar in downtown D.C. where whiskey was his only friend, and each bottle of beer found itself empty in his grasp. After every heavy mission, Leon found himself doing the same routine thing. Drinking, sleeping and working.
It was by mistake, truly. You weren’t meant to be there, at a bar full of old timers and locals. You lived in a shoebox apartment close by, but a bar like this was not a setting you were made for.
A date with a man was your reasoning for being there, and you were starting to regret it.
Whilst you were situated in a booth, Leon was sat at the edge of the bar overlooking the rim of his bottle. Aged eyes staring at the young thing dressed in blue, a halter neck summer dress where the fabric flowed just to your ankles and exposed the wedge heals you adorned. Truly, it was not an outfit to be wearing to a place like this.
Your eyes kept anxiously flitting to your phone, having left a message to your date that you had arrived. Though, a few minutes passed which turned to ten and once you realised it had been over half an hour of waiting you knew you had been stood up.
Though, with your concentration primarily on your phone screen and not on your surroundings, it left an unwanted visitor nearing your table.
Leon watched the situation unfold, noticed the way you uncomfortably fidgeted and smiled out of politeness to the drunken man. And just as the stranger leaned over the table, breath hot in your face and causing your delicate features to wince- it was only then that Leon stepped in.
His empty bottle forgotten about on the bar top, bartender sighing upon watching his usual regular get up to disperse a situation. Leon did not care wha trouble it would bring upon him, but he just could not sit and watch you be harassed.
A gloved hand moved to grip hold of the drunk strangers shoulder, pulling them back. And it was at that moment that you came to understand why you was here, not for your silly date who stood you up but for your knight in shining leather who handled the stranger in an aggressive and assertive manner.
That night, Leon walked you back to your apartment. The talk between you both was anything but small, for you spoke practically of your whole life and spilled secrets that had you gasping and muttering apologises. And whilst Leon promised it was fine, that he wouldn’t tell… his eyes just could not stop capturing you in the dim streetlights so well. They could not stop how they crinkled upwards in amusement, and showed off the aged crow feet from years in the field.
Numbers were shared, and you could not help but kiss the man on his cheek. Thanking him once again, before heading into your apartment block.
Weeks of nonstop messaging, and phone calls between his hours of work. Nights spent giggling to his voice, and listening to the rough tone he always talked in.
You did not truly understand or grasp who he worked for, it was clear it was an important job for him to constantly be traveling across America for. Leon brushed it off, explaining it was some sort of accountancy firm at first.
And when you both finally met up, when Leon had a free period away from work, the connection between you both blossomed into something much more. Before you knew it, your shoebox apartment and dead end job was left behind. Leon promised to look after you, to share his home with you. Emotions were laid out upon the table, shared in the secret of the night. Alongside those emotions… Leon revealed his true intentions. Why he had chosen you, and what your purpose would be…
It had been a few weeks since Leon had left you in the comfort of his home, your shared home. Though you payed no bills, you kept the house tidy and played the roll of ‘House wife’ pretty well.
Although, that was not your official title. Not according to the ‘contract’ you had both signed, where you willingly agreed to becoming his Submissive.
Master: Heading home, be there in a couple hours.
The message notification vibrated your phone, which was placed atop the wooden countertops in the kitchen. You walked the short distance to reach it, excitement pooling in your stomach and rushing the blood across your body. He was finally coming home, after weeks of being apart and hardly any phone calls, he was finally coming home.
Whilst the house was immaculate, you needed to make sure you were perfect. It was agreed upon you both that as his submissive, and he your master, you were to present yourself accordingly when he arrived.
Steam billowed from the shower room en-suite to the shared bedroom. The mirror was fogged up with condensation, you stepped free from the ceramic surface and onto the tiled flooring.
Your legs and beneath your arms were smooth, where hands lathered scented lotion across almost every surface of your body.
The mound of hair, crimped and slightly cut back, was still nestled between your thighs. Leon was a man who loved hair on woman, believing it more primal and alluring to his needs.
The cotton towel wrapped around your body was now discarded in the hamper to the corner of your room. Sheer curtains drawn across the windows, lamp burning a warm glow across the room.
You picked up your collar, decorated with authentic leather straps and a brass buckle at the back. In the centre was a ring, sturdy and hung to a brass plate nailed to the material.
You make sure to prepare yourself in a light ‘no makeup’ look, where your natural blush blemishes across your cheeks and nose. Mascara lines your lashes, accentuating your eyes and the feigned doe eyed look you’d soon be giving him. Finally, a tinted gloss shines across your lips. Hair falls in perfect tendrils, framing your face and tickling the sides of your neck.
A familiar rumble comes to life just outside your home, the once quiet countryside alive with the tune of Leon’s Porsche. You know you should already be in position, but the excitement within cannot be concealed when you take a slight peek through the curtains. The dark vehicles lights are bright, growing bigger the closer he comes.
You let the curtains fall back into place, bare feet padding along the wooden flooring that etches its way to the stairwell. A hand falls along the bannister, curving downwards to the ground floor just before the front door. Though you don’t stop there, instead you make quick work of pouring a malt whiskey into a tumblr and letting a square cube rest just inside. The glass is cold against your hot palm, though you keep a good grip upon it as you fall into the expected position.
Just in front of the door, nearing the east wing of the house where the living room resides is where you are knelt. Back arched like a cat, ankles crossed over neatly so. One of your hands hides behind you, whilst the other is upright with the tumble balancing carefully on your palm. You wait, patiently with the thud of your heart growing louder as each second passes.
Finally, the wooden door opens. Cold air whisks in and pebbles your nipples. The shadow from outside enters first, dumping their duffle bag down near the table. Atop lays a sheathed axe and holstered pistol. Leon was finally home.
“Welcome home, Master.” You greet as usual, tone light and voice just at the right pitch. Your eyelashes bat just a few times his way, watching each of his movements.
Leon closes the door behind himself, boots loud against the flooring. He drops his car keys into the ceramic bowl that rests on a table. The leather jacket he had on is now shrugged off, hung up on the coat hooks. And finally, he turns to his girl. His lifeline in this chaos. His submissive.
“Such a good girl, keeping the house tidy… making sure to welcome me home.” His gruff voice comes out, directed your way. Dark blue eyes meet yours, trailing just down your complexion and over the perfected position of your body.
It had taken a lot of training for you to become this way. Leon had opened your world into the art of fetishes and kinks, and whilst you already had an interest in some, it appeared much more fun with someone to guide you.
His head turns back to the coat hooks, fingers grazing over the leather leash before sliding it from its place. Boots step forward, till they halt just before your bare knees. Leon admires you, his eyes looking down upon your form. A hook at the end of the leash latches onto the ring of your collar, with Leon’s hand keeping a tight hold on the material.
“Ahh..” He sighs, taking hold of the tumbler and bringing it to his lips. Leon tilts his head backwards, enjoying the familiar burn of liquid run down his throat. You watch in silent amazement, stuble highlighted from the low glow of a light nearby. The shadow of his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down with a swift sip of his drink.
Saliva pools just below your tongue, salivating at the mere sight of him. Michelangelo clearly carved his body from stone.
The command has you bent over, palms pressed to the floor as you begin crawling towards his armchair. Leon leads the way in front, carelessly holding the reins before sitting down with a grunt and click of his knees.
You stop, and resort back to your knelt position just beside his leg.
Leon briefly closes his eyes, resting his head back against the headrest before directing his aged stare to you.
“Come here.” His foot lifts upwards, heavy boot angling and beckoning your body closer.
You shuffle, knowing what was required of you and carefully saddle the smooth side of his shoe.
Both of your hands remain behind your back, palms flat to your forearms. Just the way he liked.
You lower your body down upon his boot, folds parted in the position till your clit and entrance were pressed flat to the surface. Leather feels electrifying, and you know what performance you’re meant to put on for him.
Except… as you roll your hips forwards, rubbing your delicate mound upon his dirty boot, the sensitive sensations of being untouched for so long flood your system. Heart pounding, blood rushing and desperate whines ceasing just at your lips. You draw your lower one between your teeth, biting harshly down to maintain control.
Each grind of your hips downwards has Leon satisfied, watching the way you humiliate yourself and try your best to control your own carnal needs. He lifts his boot occasionally upwards, applying more pressure and almost testing you to see what you’ll do.
Yet there’s nothing you can do, but carry on.
You feel it first, the coil in your abdomen growing and tightening. Toes curling just behind you, nails creating crescents to your flesh.
A drawn out whine, the tiniest ‘huh-ahhhngh’ vibrating your throat. Your head lulls forward, pressed to his knee as your hips jutted and force an uncontrollable orgasm from your body. Teeth continue pressed to your lip, harder this time. The orgasm brings an intense surge of warm… and something else. It pours from your urethra, tainting the shoe and floor below in indecent liquid.
The bitter taste of blood draws you from your pleasure, realising you had bitten your lip so hard it brought the metallic liquid out from the tiny cut.
You gasp, head tilted upwards in shock that you had came so easily. You want to apologise, but can only watch as Leon leans forward and scoffs at what he sees.
“Tsk… what have I said about these messes you make?” He grips the base of your scalp, fingers woven between your hair. Leon directs your gaze from his face to the liquid on his boot.
Your own secretion, a cause to the immense pleasure grinding upon him had given to you. It glimmers in a sheer colour, spilled from the tiny hole just below your clit and above your canal.
A tiny whimper pouts at your lips. “S-sir I’m sorry!” You stutter, breathless still from the phantom sensation of your stimulated clit.
Leon, who was rested back against the armchair, now sits upwards. Elbows pressed to his knees as he looks between the mess and you.
“Clean it.” He uttered, cold and without room for discussion.
Your jaw falls slightly wider, lips pressing open and closed like a fish without air. For a moment, you’re confused on how to clean it. Hands pressing to the floor as if you’re about to stand.
But Leon’s hand within your hair grasps tight, tugging the strands back so that the column of your neck is exposed.
“Don’t tell me your brains gotten stupid without me here? I said clean it. That means your dumb puppy tongue licks my boot clean, is that so hard to understand?” Deep, guttural grunts emphasise each lasting word. Leon’s dark blue eyes flicker from the furrow of your brow, to the subtle way you licked your lips.
Slowly, he lets go of you. Till he rests fully back against the armchair, bringing his glass back to his lips and taking another swift sip of the amber liquid.
You’re left staring at your mess, hair askew and tears making way to your eyes. You find your body moving on its own accord, stomach pressed to your thighs as you lean over your knees.
The parting of your lips allow your tongue to escape, falling flat to the top of his boot. A bitter sweetness meets your tastebuds, mixed alongside the leather material of his boot and slight grime of the mud outside. You force yourself not to heave at the grit sticking to your muscle, and allow enough saliva to coat your tongue till you’re ready to swallow the mess down.
A wince crossed your expression, committing the act again till the only sheen across his boot is from your mouth.
Leon watches you sit back up, and leans forward. Grey strands intertwined with dark blonde frame his face, a few falling across his eyes. Those crows feet decorating the edges seem more pronounced, till he relaxes his expression in satisfaction. “Good girl. See? You’re learning already.” His free hand comes up, gently patting the side of your face. Though his thumb slides just beneath your mouth, seeing the dark stain.
The space between you both is cut short, Leon moves his own lips against yours and tastes the metallic blood against his tongue. He hums, pulling back just so the muscle licks over the tiny cut once more. “Silly puppy…” he mutters.
You chase for another kiss, eyes closed and eyebrows twitching. A whimper escapes you, causing Leon to groan in desperation. His forehead presses to your own, hand reaching to the back of your head and keeping you in place.
“You make it so difficult pup… just want to fuck you here…” Though Leon believed in restraint when it came to this, he believed as your master that you were to serve him and his needs after a long time away. Yet… like any man, he was desperate to plug you up with his cum.
Your eyes flicker open, pupils blown.
“So do it… sir.” Your tone was that of innocence, drawing him in like a siren. Whilst you played Leon’s games, you also knew how to play your own.
Leon chuckled, the tent that had been growing over time now restrained his heavy cock. Painful, throbbing. Desperate to feel your warmth.
He stood up, boots heavy to the ground and kept his large palm to your head. Leon angled your face close to his covered crotch, tongue pressing to the inside of his cheek. “You think you deserve my cock? Then show me.”
No second was wasted as your hands came up to his belt, undoing the buckle and sliding the leather out of place. The button popped with ease, and zipper glided down. You tugged his tight jeans downwards, just to his mid thighs. The cotton fabric of his boxers expressed how large he was.
Tip pressed to his abdomen once revealed, girth throbbing with the veins that wrap around it. He was big, complimented by the way his balls hang heavy and full of cum below.
Once again your mouth salivates, tongue pressed flat to the underside of his cock. You work your way upwards, swirling around his tip before taking him inside. Lips wrap perfect around his girth, though you struggle to fit him in.
As you make your way downwards, you feel your throat contort and restrict around him. Eyebrows furrow, eyes squeezing shut whilst your stomach tenses. You heave out a gag, and pull yourself back off. Strings of spit connect your lips to him, dangling erotically whilst you cough.
Leon only watches, with the hand behind your head gently stroking your hair back. He withholds himself from groaning in pleasure, not wanting you to revel in the satisfaction of this old man making noises because of you.
He admires how hard you try to make him feel good, your tongue soft to his cock and nose pressed up against his navel. It’s almost cute how you keep trying to fit him in your mouth, even when you gag and cough around his tip.
Eventually though, Leon grows tired of your efforts and pulls you back. His young toy still had much to learn.
“What a pathetic display…” he appears disappointed, looking down at you like a father would to his own daughter.
“Bend over on all fours.”
You comply, whining when his hand lets go of you. Though the shuffle of laces being undone and clothes coming off causes your head to tilt to the sight. You catch Leon undressing his lower half, only to quickly look forward and squeak upon his hand coming into contact with your behind.
“Did I tell you that you could look?” Leon scoffs, rolling the sleeves of his muscle tee up his forearms and sitting back down on the armchair. He admires your position, the curve of your spine and slight sway of your hips.
He takes his drink from the small table beside the chair, and rests the cold surface against the flat of your back. This time, using you as his own stool.
As he leans back, his foot comes up just below your chest and hits the pebbling of your breasts. Almost testing you to see if you flinch, yet you try your best to maintain your position.
A few minutes goes by, cigar smoke fills the air. Leon watches each flinch, and tremble of your body. You were doing so well, knelt on all fours to the floor. Keeping his drink very still. And this time, holding up the weight of his ankles as he used you as a foot rest. Your embarrassment was his pleasure.
Leon sighs, resting the cigar on a tray beside him. He takes off his feet from your body, noting how you sigh in relief. The older male picks up his tumbler, the ice now melted into the remnants of alcohol, and chugs the contents back. Its empty container is left by the ash tray, and Leon resorts to pushing your chest to the floor with the heel of his foot.
His hand smooths round to your ass, fingers finding your folds and pulling them apart. Only then does he lightly slap your cunt, applying pressure with each one as he nears your sensitive clit.
“You’ve done well to serve me, little one…” he knows you’re shaky, that the glassy look in your eyes is from your over sensitive tears.
“Come here.” His foot moves from your shoulder blades, arms encasing your form as he lifts you upwards and onto his lap. The tremble of your body is caused by the incessant sniffles, tears starting to fall.
“Hey, hey…” Leon’s attitude changes, frowning when he sees you upset. “You know the safe word, why didn’t you say it?”
Though you’re not truly upset, mildly overstimulated of course but not upset. You look up to Leon, smiling wearily at him and nestling yourself to the crevice of his neck. “I-I’m… not sad, j-just want to do good for you!”
Leon hums, leaning down against the crown of your head. “You always do good for me baby, now… let’s get you cleared up.”
Thank you guys for reading!
I lowkey rushed this, and also hate how I ended it!! But if you want to see anymore heavy dead dove sort of content with Leon then request away! I need help for my writers block hehe!
