“I’m not even wearing any underwear.” That comment is to push him over the edge. I love fucking with him and if it makes him crazy in lust… well, more fun for me. I anticipate some kind of growl or smack, but nothing comes. What the hell? Am I off my game?
Theo’s silent, pushing through my bedroom door. He sets me down, locking the door behind him. “I’ve had all I can take from you.”
Okay…that could mean so many things. I tried pushing his buttons several times today. He never budged. Obviously, he’s been holding it in.
He stalks me, unbuttoning his jeans as he circles me. “All that bullshit with Cade. Undressing him in front of me. Lying beside him in bed.” He approaches, humor no longer dancing in his eyes. The funny Theo is gone. I have poked the bear and unleashed the beast.
My throat goes dry as I watch him saunter closer. Holy shit, he’s so sexy.
“It’s train—”
“Don’t speak. You are done speaking for the day. Your mouth now belongs to me, Commander.”
His jeans are shoved to the floor in one motion. He takes a dominant step out of them, kicking them away. He’s hard, his dick glistening against his abs in anticipation of whatever kinky games he has in mind. I want to reach out and take it, feel what I do to him.
“Take off your shorts.”
He’s ordering me now. I don’t really love it but I’ll play his game. It’s Thursday, after all. I slide my shorts down, tossing them to the sofa.
He rushes me, slamming my body against the wall.
“Turn around,” he pants. He’s losing control quickly today. It excites the fuck out of me to break him on his Thursday.
I turn, facing the wall, my arms raised above my head like I’m about to be strip searched. Now there’s idea. Except this time, the punishment is pleasure.
My head is yanked back as Theo takes hold of my hair. It hurts but I don’t make a sound. He buries his face in the crook of my shoulder and neck, and glides his nose up the soft skin of my throat until he reaches my ear, causing chills to run over my entire body.
“I’m going to fuck every hole you have, Commander. And when I’m done, there won’t be anything left of you to share.”
“I love when you talk shit to me, Theo. Makes it so much more fun when you eat those words on my pussy.” The key to unleashing the animal in Theo is that, right there. Threaten to take his control. Threaten to be the one in charge. The competitor in him won’t allow a loss, I know this. I have always known what buttons to push. So, when he shoves two fingers in my mouth, cutting off my next words, I’m not surprised in the least.
“Suck. And if you say another goddamned word, I will fill your mouth with something other than smartass comments.”
His long digits wiggle and push over my tongue, gagging me several times. My eyes water with the intrusion but I stay silent, enjoying the crazy he’s giving me.
“Get on your knees, Commander.” He pulls my hair, forcing my head back as he kisses me sloppy and wet, his tongue replacing where his fingers once were.
Head swimming in desire, I lower to the carpet, on my knees as he commanded.
Theo grunts, pushing me on all fours, my head nearly hitting the wall. His hands rub against my bare ass, silently comforting.
Smack!
Gasping from the shock of the sting, I brace for another. And another, until he’s wound so tight that he shouts, “fuck,” dropping to his knees behind me.
I would like nothing more for him to see the grin on my face, but I keep my head down, allowing him to exert dominance over me. His fingers go back to my mouth and I suck without being told until he removes them, spreading my ass with his moistened fingers. Up and down, he grazes over my tight hole, taunting.
“Sometimes, I think you like for me to go raving mad.” Another graze.
He would be correct. All he has to do is reach between my legs and feel the wetness sliding down my thigh. I fucking love crazy Theo.
“Yeah, I think you do. I think you like to be marked, McCallister. Is that it? Do you like to limp for days so every guy in Madison knows that you’ve been fucked senseless?”
His finger penetrates my ass, making me jump in surprise. Although not our first time playing with anal sex, the sensation still feels foreign to me. “Everything of yours belongs to me…”
He slides in a second finger and I grip the carpet to alleviate the sting of his fingers stretching me open.
“Yes,” I groan, pushing back against his hand. “I want every bitch in this town to know I fucking own you, Von Bremen. That I make you lose every ounce of your precious control until you fuck me wild and abandoned.”
