Chapter 22 Stassi #2
Heat pools between my thighs, and I feel myself getting wet at just his words. This is what I've missed. What I've desired. Not just the sex, but this—him taking control, me surrendering it.
The perfect balance we found together. The pure erotic bliss we bring out in one another.
I slide off the bed and drop to the floor, robe parting as I move. He stands, keeping one hand firmly gripping my hair.
I stare at his hard V, that shape that leads straight to the part of him I've missed more than I can admit.
"Remove my towel," he demands.
I undo his towel and let it drop.
My mouth waters.
He's magnificent. His cock is thick and hard, already straining toward me, begging to be sucked. He's bigger than I remember, and the sight of him makes me buzz with a desire to have him in me.
"You remember how to please me, don't you?"
I nod. "Yes, Sir."
"Then show me."
I lean forward, my hands sliding up his thighs, feeling the hard muscle beneath my fingertips. His skin is hot.
I take him in my hand, gently stroking his hardness. I lean in closer, letting my lips brush against the tip, his precum coating them.
I open my mouth and take him in slowly, savoring the taste of him. I've dreamed of this, of having him again like this. I lean forward and take him deeper, hearing his sharp intake of breath above me.
"Fuck," he growls, his fingers tightening in my hair. "Look at me."
I do, tilting my gaze up to meet his while keeping him in my mouth. His eyes are burning, intense. The connection is electric. Intimate in a way that transcends everything.
"I missed this," he says, his voice rough. "Missed seeing you on your knees for me. Sucking my cock."
He pulls back slightly, leaving my mouth. "Say you missed this. Say you missed being mine."
"I missed it," I breathe. "I missed you. I missed everything."
"Open wide," he demands, and I do without hesitation.
Theo leans over me, eyes locked on mine, and spits directly into my mouth.
I swallow it down like a good girl.
"That's right," he growls. "So fucking filthy. You missed this, didn't you? Being used. Owned."
He doesn't let me answer as he slides his cock back inside my mouth.
"Fuck, Stassi. That's my girl."
I moan around him, the vibration making him thrust slightly. I take him deeper, relaxing my throat, remembering exactly what he likes. My hands grip his thighs as I work him with my mouth, my tongue swirling around his sensitive head.
His breathing quickens, and his grip in my hair tightens. "Such a good girl now," he murmurs. "Making up for being so bad."
The praise sends a thrill through me. I've always responded to his words, to the power of them. I push him in further, taking him as deep as I can, letting him hit the back of my throat.
He takes both hands and grips my head and starts thrusting, fucking my face. My eyes water as he uses my mouth like my Sir should.
Then he groans. "Enough," he says, pulling back. "Stand up."
I do, my legs shaky beneath me. My robe hangs open now, exposing my naked body to his gaze.
Theo rips the robe off and tosses it. He leans down and takes my right nipple in his mouth, his warm tongue flicking it. I arch, and he moves across, sucking my other nipple, sending erotic fire through me, leading right to my vagina, which is throbbing for him.
“Your body, Stassi, it’s even more perfect than I remember,” he says licking me.
His words make me melt into him.
"Turn around," he commands. "Hands on the bed."
"Yes, Sir," I comply, turning.
I bend forward, placing my palms flat on the mattress. The position arches my back, pushing my ass out toward him.
He steps behind me, his heat radiating against my skin. One of his hands slides up my back and grips my hair. "Spread your legs wider."
I adjust my stance, widening the space between my feet. I'm so wet now that I can feel it slicking my thighs. The desire I have for him is almost unbearable.
His fingers trace the curve of my ass, then slide lower, finding my wetness. I gasp at the contact, my body jerking.
"So wet for me," he says, his voice dark. "That's my girl."
He slides a finger inside me, then another, stretching me. It's been so long that the intrusion burns slightly, but in the best way. I push back against his hand, wanting more.
"Please," I say, the word escaping before I can stop it.
He releases my hair and brings his hand down on my ass in a sharp slap. The sting burns in the most delicious way possible.
"Did I say you could beg?"
I shake my head. "No, Sir. I'm sorry."
"You will be." His fingers pump into me faster, his thumb finding my clit. Pleasure builds, coiling tight in my core. I bite my lip to keep from crying out.
"I'm going to punish you for every goddamn night I spent alone," he growls.
"Punish me," I moan. "Make me pay for every second."
He withdraws his fingers abruptly, leaving me aching. I hear him step back, and I want to look over my shoulder, to see what he's doing, but I know better. I stay still, waiting for his next command.
The bed dips as he sits beside me. "Look at me," he says.
I turn my head to see him, still gloriously naked, his erection standing proud. He pats his thigh. "Over my knee."
My stomach flips. We've been here before, so many times. It was always a favorite of his—the power, the control, the way he could make me fall apart with just his hand.
I drape myself across his lap, my ass in the air, my face pressed sideways against the bedspread. My hair falls around me like a curtain, and I push it back so I can see him.
His hand rests on the small of my back, warm and heavy. "Count for me," he says. "And thank me after each one."
"Yes, Sir."
His hand lifts, then comes down on my right cheek.
"One," I gasp. "Thank you, Sir."
Another slap, harder this time, on the left.
"Two. Thank you, Sir."
By the fifth, my skin is burning, sensitized. By the tenth, I'm moaning, pushing back into each strike, craving the sting, the heat, the reminder that I'm his again.
"Good girl," he says after the fifteenth, his hand rubbing circles on my reddened skin. "So good for me."
His fingers dip between my legs again, finding me even wetter than before.
"You've always loved this," he says, voice thick with arousal. "Being punished, being shown your place."
"Only by you, Sir," I say, the truth spilling out. "Only ever you."
"That's right," he says, voice low and possessive. "Only me."
In one fluid motion, he lifts me from his lap and tosses me onto the bed like I weigh nothing. I bounce once before he's on me, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand.
"Did you miss your master?" he growls.
I nod and he stops me by gripping my wrists even tighter letting me know I've misstepped.
"Answer me properly, my little slut."
"Yes, Sir," I breathe, throat dry, body trembling.
He smiles. "There she is," he says, rubbing my cheek gently before sliding down and gripping my throat.
"Look at me," he demands.
I meet his gaze, seeing the storm of desire, anger, possession.
"You're mine," he says, leaning in and licking my lips. "Say it."
"I'm yours," I say. "I've always been yours."
He trails his tongue down the side of my neck to my breasts, where he licks, sucks, and kisses. My body feels like fire and ice at the same time.
"You wore nothing under your robe. Were you hoping I'd fuck you tonight?"
I nod, unable to speak.
"Words."
"Yes, Sir," I moan.
Theo's mouth crashes onto mine, but it's not sweet or careful—it's a claiming. His tongue pushes past my lips, and I whimper beneath him, submitting instantly to the demand. His weight presses me into the mattress, chest to chest, heat to heat.
His hand finds my swollen clit and he rubs the tips of his fingers up and down my opening.
"Tell me who owns this pussy, Stassi."
"You do," I say breathy.
Theo squeezes my wrists. "Louder."
"You do, Sir. Only you."
"Say it again."
"You own me."
"Fucking right I do."
He spreads my legs and positions himself. I can feel the tip of his cock right at where I've missed it.
I arch, desperate for him to slide into me.
"Please Sir," I beg, no longer caring about rules or punishment. "Theo, please."
He pulls back, eyes dark with desire. "What do you want, Stassi?"
"I want you inside me," I gasp. "Please fuck me, Sir."
There's a slight pause and then—my body turns to electricity—Theo pushes inside me, filling me completely. I cry out at the sensation, my body stretching to accommodate his large cock after so long. It burns in all the right ways, the kind of pain that promises pleasure beyond imagination.
"You're already soaked," he growls. "You missed this cock that much?"
"Yes," I gasp. "God, yes."
"Good girl," he says, and he starts grinding against me.
"Mine," he moans, moving faster. "This is mine."
"Yours," I agree, trying to free my hands, but he keeps them pinned tightly above my head.
His pace is relentless, each thrust driving me deeper into the mattress. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting all of him.
Theo slams into me over and over like he's making up for lost time. I cry out with pleasure. It's too much. It's not enough. It's everything I forgot I needed.
"Fuck, Stassi," he grits out. "You still take me so well."
I whimper, shaking. "I was made for you."
"That's right. Never forget who you belong to."
He shifts slightly, hitting a spot inside me that makes me see stars. I arch up, a cry escaping my lips.
He fucks me like he never stopped owning me.
"Oh yes, right there. Don't stop."
"That's it," he encourages, his rhythm never faltering. "Let me hear you."
I don't hold back, moaning his name as pleasure courses through me. One of his hands slides between us, finding my clit again. He circles, applying just the right amount of pressure. The combination of that and his cock sliding in and out is too much and my body is starting to shatter.
"Come for me," he commands. "Show me who you belong to."
It starts low, like a numb buzzing feeling, and then it builds and builds. My body coils up and every muscle in my abdomen tightens. I feel my inner walls clench around him—his groans tell me he's feeling the erotic pleasure build too.
I close my eyes, a bright flash of white light hits, and I'm destroyed. Waves of pleasure wash over me as I cry out his name. My body shakes as I come for what feels like the first time since I was under his dominance.
"Fuck, Stassi," he pants. "So perfect. So good for me."
As my body reacts to the overwhelming pleasure, I feel Theo getting too close to his edge. I feel his cock throbbing, filling and stretching me even more.
God, I've missed that fullness.
I'm still in the haze of my release when Theo picks up the pace to a punishing speed. He buries his face in my neck, his breath hot and ragged against my skin as his orgasm takes hold.
I squeeze myself around his member, feeling every inch and making sure he's feeling it all too.
He grunts and I feel him pulsing inside me—it triggers another small wave of pleasure, and I shudder beneath him.
For a moment, we stay connected, breathing heavily, with Theo sliding slowly in and out of me, milking all the pleasure, not wasting an ounce of our erotic entanglement.
Then he rolls to the side, taking me with him so I'm draped across his chest.
The room is quiet except for the sound of our heartbeats gradually returning to normal.
We don't talk for several minutes, both replaying what we've just done in our minds.
"So, that was amazing," I say, breaking the silence.
His arm tightens around me. "Fuck yes, it was. It almost felt like it was meant to be. We're meant to be. I can't explain it."
I laugh out of joy. "I know exactly what you mean," and then I look up at him. "I really did never stop loving you, Theodore Kastaris."
He's quiet for so long I think he might not respond. Then he looks at me.
"I tried to hate you," he admits. "I wanted to. It would have been easier, but I couldn't." His voice is low. "You've always been my weakness, Stassi."
I reach up to touch his face, rubbing him gently.
"And you've always been my strength," I tell him.
He pulls me up for another kiss, this one softer but no less intense. When we break apart, I settle back against his chest.
"What happens now?" I ask after a while.
His hand strokes through my hair. "Now we protect what's ours. Xander. Each other. And if anyone still thinks they can take you or Xander from me, I'll remind them what the name Kastaris means."
I don't say anything, I don't have to. This is where I belong.
With Theo.
With our son.
After years of running, I'm finally home.