Chapter 31
STASSI
His mouth is on mine before I can catch my breath, and I don't want to. I want to drown in him. The taste of him claiming every inch of me is intoxicating. His body presses against mine in such a way that I've never felt so fully wanted, so fully his.
The kiss is deep, hungry. His fingers tangle in my hair as he presses me into the bed, rose petals crumpling beneath us.
The candles flicker around us, making this moment more special, more intimate.
His hands slide up my thighs and rubs me right where I want him most. I arch, needing more.
"You're wearing too many clothes, Stassi," he says. "Maybe I should make a rule that you must be naked when you're in here with me."
I smile and lift my head to find his lips. "Maybe that's a rule you should follow too."
His eyes narrow, and then his face relaxes. "I'll allow it," he says and rises to his knees, taking his shirt off.
His heavy breathing causes his stomach to contract, and his abs flex with each breath. The shadows from the candle make everything look perfect.
I prop myself up on my elbows and bite my lip. He looks so good. His chiseled, hard chest. Hell, even his collarbone calls to me to kiss it.
"Shirt off. Now," he commands.
I sit up. "Yes, Sir," I say as he helps pull it up and off me.
He leans down and kisses me, wrapping his hand around my back. With one flick of his wrist, my bra instantly feels loose, and I slide it off my shoulders.
He drags his tongue down my neck and I arch into him. My nipples harden as he takes one into his mouth. His warm mouth sends waves directly between my legs, and the warm tingling pools in my lower belly. I feel myself getting wetter and wetter.
My eyes are closed, lost in ecstasy, when he suddenly pushes me back down onto the bed. In one quick motion, he rips off my pants and underwear. He forces my legs apart and goes right in to taste me. No gentle kisses, no working his way down, just directly to my clit.
A moan escapes my lips, and I tangle my fingers in his hair, holding his head as it moves up and down, licking every inch of me.
He's ravenous, devouring me, kissing, licking, sucking like only he can with me.
I feel an orgasm start to build and my legs tense up.
He stops and looks up at me.
"Not yet."
He sits up and kisses me. I taste myself on his lips and it almost turns me deranged with lust.
"Fuck, Stassi," he says, dragging his fingers lightly over my breasts, stomach, and thighs. "You're perfect. And every inch of this perfection is mine."
I moan at his compliments.
He sits up, straddling me, and removes his belt slowly through the loops of his pants, the sound alone making my heart pound.
"Hands up," he commands. "Give me your wrists."
I raise my arms, surrendering them without hesitation.
Because this is where I feel safest—bound beneath him, open and bare.
He wraps my wrists with his belt, tight but not painful, and then ties it to his headboard. "You tell me if anything's too much. Remember our safe word?"
Of course I do. I remember when he first asked me to establish one. I chose the city we met, and because Theo and I are so good together, he knows me so well, I've never had to use it.
"Athens, Sir."
"Good girl."
That praise hits low, right between my thighs, and my whole body arches in response.
"You've been through hell," he says, eyes sweeping over me. "You carried my child, you fought for him, you came back to me. Do you have any idea how proud that makes me?"
My chest tightens. I wasn't expecting tenderness. Not like this.
"I didn't know if I'd be strong enough."
"You were. You are." His hand grips my jaw. "And now I get to worship you. Just like this. My girl, in my bed, wearing what lets the world know you're mine forever."
Then he leans down, brushing his lips over my nipple, then sucking it between his teeth, biting just hard enough to make me arch.
I gasp. "Theo…"
"You'll beg before I let you come."
The promise makes me wet all over again.
He kisses down my stomach, slowly, deliberately, his breath teasing every sensitive inch of me. Then his hands grip my thighs and he lowers his mouth.
When his tongue finds my clit again, I cry out.
He doesn't stop.
He licks and sucks, using his mouth like he's still starving, like he's waited years to taste me again and refuses to waste a second. His hands keep my thighs open, and I can't move, can't fight it.
I moan his name again and again as my hips roll up toward his mouth, the pleasure building with brutal, delicious intensity.
"Please…" I pant. "Sir, please…"
"Not yet," he growls against me. "You come when I say."
He pulls back just long enough to push two fingers inside me, curling them until I nearly scream. He strokes slowly, then brings those fingers to my mouth.
"Open," he says firmly. "Taste yourself."
I open eagerly, sucking his fingers, moaning as I do.
He groans, eyes wild. "Filthy fucking girl."
He strips down without taking his eyes off me—pants, boxers—and I look down to see his cock ready, hard and thick.
"Look at me," he commands.
I meet his eyes, bound and trembling, every nerve lit up.
"Who owns you?"
"You do, Sir."
He moves over me, kissing me hard. "Say it again."
"You do, Sir."
He straddles me again. "Open."
I do, and he slides his throbbing member into my mouth. Like a good girl, I immediately wrap my lips around his shaft. My tongue slides up and down, and I suck.
He leans forward and I gag on his cock. He pulls back slightly and I breathe.
"You're taking all of me like the good little slut you are," he says and starts thrusting slowly, sliding in and out of my mouth.
I gag a few more times, but I manage to relax. Soon he's stretching my throat with each thrust.
Once he knows I'm relaxed, he slides fully in, my nose touching his lower stomach. He holds there a second, pumps a few times, and pulls back slightly. I moan as he starts moving again, fucking my face like I’m paying a debt.
Tears form at the ends of my eyes and slowly spill over. Spit slides down the side of my mouth, but my master doesn't stop.
"That's it, baby. Deepthroat my cock like a good girl," he says, and his hands grip my hair and force my head down on him.
He pulls out completely to allow me to breathe.
I spit on his cock and he slides it back in and continues. I squeeze my legs together. The feeling of being bound and used makes my vagina pulse with such pleasure that I think the next time he touches me there, I'll explode.
"Eyes on me," he says.
I look up, my vision blurry from the tears slipping from the corners of my eyes. The heat of it all, the stretch, the sheer intensity—it wrecks me in the best way.
"You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth," he says, cupping my cheek, thumb brushing away the wetness. "I could watch you take me for hours, but now, I need to be inside you."
He pulls out slowly, gliding along my tongue, and I gasp as he leaves me empty and aching. My jaw is sore, my lips swollen, but my whole body throbs for him.
Theo leans down and kisses me softly, tasting himself on my lips.
Then he shifts down my body, trailing kisses as he goes. His belt still holds my wrists to the headboard, and I strain against it slightly, wanting to touch him, claw at him, but I can't. The sensation only heightens my erotic lust.
He settles between my legs, spreading my thighs wide.
"You've waited long enough," he says, dragging the tip of his cock up and down my slick entrance. "So fucking wet for me."
My hips buck as I desperately try to get him inside me.
"Please, Sir. Fuck me."
He pushes in slowly, the stretch deep and thick. I moan, the sound primal and raw as he slides inside inch by inch.
"You're so fucking tight," he growls. "You're always tight for me. Like your body knows who it belongs to."
When he's all the way inside me, I feel that fullness that he gives me mixed with that overwhelming feeling of being connected to the one person I'm meant to be with. The latter I've only ever felt with him.
He thrusts a few times, allowing me to adjust to his size.
The feeling of him in me, so full, so deep, has my body trembling. I can't move. Can't speak. I just feel.
Theo braces himself above me, watching every twitch of my expression.
"You're perfect like this," he says softly. "Bound. Spread. Owned."
Then he pulls back and thrusts again.
Hard.
I scream.
His rhythm is slow but punishing, every stroke dragging a gasp from my lungs, a moan from my throat. His hips move in rhythm with mine, and I lose myself in it completely.
"Theo…" I pant, my body already strung so tight. "Sir, please—"
"Not yet," he grits out, thrusting deeper, grinding into me. "I want you to feel every second of this. I want your orgasm to break you."
He shifts his angle, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder, and hits that spot deep inside that makes my vision go white.
My back arches.
I cry out again, helpless.
"You're going to come with me still inside you," he growls. "I want to feel you squeezing my cock. I want to hear you beg."
"Please," I gasp. "Please, Sir, I need to come—please…"
"You've been such a good girl," he says through clenched teeth. "So fucking obedient."
His hand finds my clit and circles it hard, relentless, timed perfectly with each deep thrust.
The pressure in my core coils, and I don't know how much longer my body can take all this pleasure without a release.
"Come for me, Stassi," he demands. "Now."
That's all I need.
I explode.
My orgasm rips through me with a force I've never felt. Bright white stars flash across my eyes and I scream his name. My whole body shakes as my vaginal walls squeeze tightly around his shaft. I feel him groan and curse.
"Fuck—" he growls, slowing slightly to let me ride it out. "Goddamn, Stassi."
I'm still gasping, trembling, bound and ruined beneath him when he finally stills.
He brushes hair from my forehead, kissing my cheek and asks in a low tone, "You okay?"
I nod, panting, trying to bring my vision back into focus. "Perfect. That was… fucking perfect."
"I'm not done," he says, and the way his voice drops makes my stomach flip.
He unties my wrists, rubbing them gently, kissing each one.
"Hands and knees. Now."
My body obeys before my brain does. I roll over slowly, my legs shaky, my arms braced against the sheets as I raise my ass for him.
I hear him reach into the drawer and the sound of the cap snapping open.
Lube.
I moan softly, knowing exactly what he's after. I spread my knees a little wider.
"You know what I'm going to do, don't you?"
"Yes, Sir."
"And?"
"I want it. Please."
He groans. "God, I love you like this."
A cold slickness touches my backside, and I gasp. His fingers work the lube in gently, taking his time. He circles my rim with one finger, then presses in slowly.
I exhale.
"Breathe through it," he says, kissing my lower back. "You take it so well, baby."
I force myself to relax and don't pull away.
"That's it," he soothes. "You're doing so good for me."
He works one finger in and out.
"Who do you do this with?" he asks.
"Only you, Sir," I moan.
"Fuck, that's right. I'm the only one who gets this. This tight little ass. This perfect body."
Two fingers now. The stretch is tight but good, and soon my hips are moving with him, my body aching to be filled again.
"Such a perfect slut for me," he says, voice dark and full of lust. "You'd let me have you any way I want."
He pulls his fingers out, and I feel the head of his cock replace them.
He goes slow.
Careful.
His hands grip my hips as he pushes in, inch by inch, until he's fully inside.
The stretch burns, but it's exquisite. I groan, gripping the sheets, my eyes fluttering closed.
"Fuck," he says. "You feel like heaven."
He starts to move, deep, slow thrusts that force me to breathe deeply to control myself. My body adjusts fast, the pain fading to something dizzying and electric.
His hands roam up my back and then reach forward to twist my hair into a makeshift handle. He pulls back just enough to angle me up as he fucks me harder.
"Oh my God," I gasp. "Theo—"
"You feel that?" he says, his voice breaking with restraint. "You're taking all of me." He thrusts into me. "I want you to feel this tomorrow."
He picks up speed, driving into me with wild, unrelenting need. I see our shadows on the ceiling, the candles showing me how he's giving it to me. I moan again, loud, raw, unfiltered.
His fingers slide under me to rub my clit.
The pressure starts to build again, wild and impossible, and I realize I'm going to come from this. From being so completely, fully taken.
"Yes," he growls. "Come again. Come on my cock while I take your ass."
I scream as the second orgasm hits me, blinding and violent.
It rips through me like a lightning strike, raw and overwhelming. I cry out, my whole body shaking violently again as Theo fucks me through it—relentless, possessive, merciless.
Through my intense pleasure, I hear his breath get ragged. He's coming to his own release now, unable to hold back any longer.
He gives my hair another tug and picks up his pace, fucking me harder than he has.
Theo groans loudly, slamming in deep one last time with such force I fall forward, and he stays in me.
I feel the twitch, the heat, his hips jerking with release as he moans my name like it's the only word he's ever known.
I feel the warm sensation as his come fills me. After a few slow thrusts, milking out everything he has, he lowers himself gently over my back, kissing my spine.
"Fuck," he breathes, then shifts and lays next to me. I'm still on my stomach—my body won't let me move.
We're both panting, covered in sweat and rose petals.
Then he carefully pulls me into his arms.
"Damn, do I love you," he says with a smile, kissing my temple.
I curl into his chest. "I fucking love you too."
After about ten minutes in silence, we clean up and get dressed. I put the monitor of Xander sleeping on the nightstand as Theo blows out all the candles.
As I watch him, my body aches, my lips are swollen, and I've never felt more claimed, or more safe. I can't help but think that didn't just break me apart tonight, he pieced me back together in the same breath.
Theo crawls into bed, holds me close, and kisses the top of my head.
"I have something to show you and Xander in the morning," he says.
I pop my head up. "What is it?"
"You'll see, Stassi. Just get some rest."
I land back on his chest, and before I know it, I'm asleep.