“Let me take your clothes off.” Rafe had made me strip him naked, taking care, folding each item as I revealed his body, the weapon he was going to use to hurt me. It was a trick to add complicity, to torture me more. I understood that now. And like Theo had done for me again and again, I wanted to replace that memory. “I want to take my time, savor you.”
Theo huffed a laugh and threw his arms out, presenting himself to me. For a moment, a wash of guilt ran over me, and I held back telling him the truth. “Have at it, beautiful,” he said with a smirk.
So I did. Biting my lip, knowing his eyes were heavy on me, I focused on unbuttoning his shirt and peeling it off his torso, before unbuckling his belt and pulling it free. I unzipped his jeans and settled to my knees to work them down his thighs, ignoring the erection straining an inch from my face. He fought off a laugh when I had to take his shoes off with his jeans around his ankles.
“Eager beaver,” he called me, full of warmth, as I yanked his shoes from his feet and flung them over my shoulder. Then his socks, and his jeans right behind, revealing thick muscles legs dusted with dark hair.
It was working. Contentment settled in me when I curled my fingers into the hem of his boxers and freed his erection at last. His cock bounced in my face, like it was seeking me out. Flush and so hard it had to hurt a little. Theo didn’t grasp it though; he only watched me, waiting for my next move, hands loose at his sides.
I stood, and knowing he was still curious, I took my clothes off next. Piece by careful piece, I revealed myself to him. Willing, open, all his. The look in his eyes told me all I needed to know. He loved me. Revered me. Despite the scars and scabs across my entire body, he only watched me with that love I trusted so deeply.
“Violet—” he whispered my name, so full of aching need.
“Theo.” Tears welled in my eyes, the enormity of what I was able to do with him flooding me with emotion. In this dark, dingy motel room, it was the beginning of something new. Alive. Healthy, even. Or as healthy as something this messed up could be.
“I love you,” he told me. “I’m so in love with you it aches.” He put his hand to his heart, clenched his fist over it.
I gasped, watched the tension in his forearm ripple, and decided to stop fighting the urge to go to him. I fell into his arms so easily, and he wrapped me in his embrace without waiting a beat.
Now, skin to skin, when our mouths met, it was with an urgency, a deeper, more rabid desire to consume each other.
“I need you to hurt me a little,” I told him between kisses. “Hurt me like he did, but love me with it, please.”
Theo muttered his dissent before lowering me onto the bed and kissing down my neck, open-mouthed and wet, sucking my sensitive skin. His hands were everywhere, soft and loving, as he settled between my legs.
“Please, Theo,” I begged, thinking back to that first night with Rafe, when he’d found the pin, when he’d forced his way into my unwilling body for the first time. I needed Theo to swap it with his touch. Hurt me, but love me. I spread my thighs further apart and sought out his cock. “He made me bleed that night,” I told Theo, touching my clit, swirling over it so, so gently. “He sliced into me and let my blood pour until I was woozy, until I fainted. And he laughed at me.”
Theo leaned back, his hands on either side of my head as he watched me with trepidation.
“You saved it from being so much worse,” I whispered. I was wet, dripping for him, so it wouldn’t be exactly the same, but I needed him hard and fast. “I’m desperate for you, please fuck me. Fuck me hard. Make me feel you forever.”
“Violet,” he sighed, leaning down to mouth at my breasts, sucking my nipple between his teeth, swirling his tongue.
“Bite down,” I demanded. “Bite my nipple, make it sting.” The pin, I thought about the pin. The sharpness of it tunneling through such sensitive, unprepared flesh.
“No,” Theo groaned, kissing it instead, lapping at my nipple, loving on it with gentle nibbles and pecks, sucking and tonguing the delicate skin. Not hurting me, never hurting me. It was maddening. Delicious, but maddening.
“Theo, please,” I begged. “Bite me, dig your teeth in, just a little.”
He moaned, frustrated and full of passion, and I felt the sharpness of his teeth, braced over the thin skin. He held the point of my nipple between his front teeth, pressing down enough that I gasped. But when he tried to pull away, I held him there, tangling my hand in his hair to force him to stay. All things considered, that pin through my nipple on the first night was minor, barely a glitch in my memories now, but I wanted it replaced, anyway.
“Please, more,” I cried out.
His hand moved down my body, landing between my legs, stroking my clit as he pressed his teeth down harder. The mix of pleasure with the pain was insanity, beautiful and harsh and everything I needed. He kept going, biting my nipple and swirling over my clit until I was a mess.
“I just want all of you,” he muttered against my flesh as he swapped to my other nipple, biting and gnawing down with no patience, no buildup. “I need to taste you everywhere, drink you down. Fuck…” He sucked my nipple hard, almost too hard, but that draw of sensation made my entire body throb.
“Get inside me,” I begged. “Please, please please please…” I became a mess of begging, sweaty and desperate. Clawing at his back as he drew delicious sighs from me. Maddening, too much, not enough. “Theo, please…”
Five
Theo
Hernipplewaswarmand pliable in my mouth, so soft and full, making my mind drift to what her tits could do, what they could give, and it wasn’t something I ever thought I wanted. But fuck, the idea of drinking from her, drawing milk into my stomach as I fucked her, consuming her in every way she would let me? I wanted it with such intensity my cock thickened to the point of pain; the veins engorged under my skin. Anything she gave me was a blessing; any part of her she would let me consume delicious. She tasted delicious. Like mine.
“Theo, please…” she groaned, lifting her hips, chasing my fingers as I roamed around her pussy, stroking her where I knew the ultimate pleasure was just out of reach, dragging my touch along the lips of her pussy, dipping into the crease where they met the top of her thigh... She’d begged for pain from me, and I’d given as much as I could, biting and sucking deep on her nipples while she squirmed and gasped. I would give her anything, but pain was a struggle. She’d been through so much, and I’d promised myself never to cause her harm, but if she wanted it…
My cock strained and ached for her, leaking onto the bedsheets beneath us as it throbbed each time she moaned, each time her skin brushed against mine. I notched at the entrance to her pussy, scrambling up and freeing her nipple from my mouth with a pop. It was dark in here, but I saw how red they were even in the shadows, puffy and sore from what I’d done. Her hands drifted to them as she watched me, massaging herself as I rubbed my cock over her entrance, teasing, pressing just the tip in and fighting off delirium.
