Chapter 17 Victor #2
Theo must sense my panic because his approach shifts. His voice softens as he traces patterns on my chest. “Why don’t you let me lick Daddy’s ass first? Show you how good it can feel?”
My throat constricts. Every instinct screams to pull away, to reassert control, but there’s something in his expression—something gentle yet challenging—that keeps me rooted in place.
“Get on the bed,” Theo says, his voice different now—commanding in a way I’ve never heard from him before. “On your hands and knees. Let me make you feel good.”
My first instinct is to laugh. To grab him by the throat again and remind him who’s in charge here. But something in his eyes stops me. There’s a wildness there, barely contained—like he’s been holding this part of himself back all along.
“I don’t—” I start to protest, but even to my own ears it sounds hollow.
“You don’t what?” Theo challenges, sliding from beneath me and standing beside the bed. “You don’t want to feel good? You don’t want to experience something new?” His fingers trace along my shoulder. “Or you don’t want to admit how badly you want to try?”
My heart hammers against my ribs. This feels like standing at the edge of a cliff, knowing the fall could kill me, but unable to step away from the ledge.
“I’ve never...” The words die in my throat.
“I know.” Theo’s smile is both gentle and predatory. “Trust me.”
Trust. Such a simple word for something so fucking complicated.
I move slowly, feeling like I’m outside my own body as I position myself on my hands and knees in the middle of his bed. Me—Victor Kaine—on display like this. My muscles tense with the urge to flip over, to take control back.
“Easy,” Theo murmurs, his hand running down my spine. “Just breathe.”
What the fuck am I doing? This isn’t me.
This has never been me. Yet here I am, positioned like prey, waiting for whatever Theo has planned.
The bed dips as he kneels behind me, and I close my eyes, wondering what strange gravity keeps pulling me back to him, what force stronger than my own will keeps me here when everything I’ve built my identity on tells me to run.
“You have a gorgeous fucking ass, Victor,” Theo whispers, his breath hot against my skin.
Before I can process his words, I feel his tongue—warm, wet, insistent—licking a stripe across my entrance. My entire body goes rigid.
“What the fuck—” The protest dies in my throat as he does it again, slower this time, more deliberate.
“I’ve got you,” Theo murmurs against me, his hands spreading me wider. “Let me make you feel good.”
Every muscle in my body is tensed, fighting against the foreign sensation. This isn’t me. This isn’t what I do. I’m not the one who—
His tongue circles my rim before pushing slightly inside, and something short-circuits in my brain. A groan rips from my throat, primal and uncontrolled.
“That’s it,” Theo encourages, his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass. “Let go for me.”
He returns to his task with renewed intensity, licking and sucking and pushing his tongue inside me in ways I never thought possible. My cock hangs heavy between my legs, leaking steadily onto his expensive sheets. Each swipe of his tongue sends another drop splashing down.
“Fuck,” I growl, my head hanging between my shoulders. My arms tremble with the effort to hold myself up as pleasure radiates through my body.
Without conscious thought, my hips begin to move, pushing back against his face. Seeking more. Wanting deeper.
Theo pulls back just enough to speak, his voice rough with desire.
“Look at you, working yourself on my tongue like you were made for this.” His fingers replace his mouth momentarily, circling my wet entrance.
“I bet you’d fucking love a dick in your ass, Daddy. Your boy’s dick stretching you open.”
The words should disgust me. Should make me pull away, reassert control. Instead, they send a jolt of pure need through my entire body.
“Theo—” His name comes out broken, desperate. I don’t recognize my own voice.
“You want that?” He presses a finger just slightly inside, testing. “Want to feel me inside you?”
I’m overwhelmed, drowning in sensations I never knew existed. My entire body trembles with need as I realize, with shocking clarity, I want this. I want him.
“We’ll have to work you up to that,” Theo says, his voice gentle but teasing. “But I think we can manage a finger or two tonight.”
Before I can protest, he’s reaching for the lube on the nightstand. My heart throws itself against my chest as I hear the cap click open. This is fucking insane. I should stop this. I should turn around and take back control. I should—
“Just breathe,” Theo whispers, his slick finger circling my entrance. “Trust me, Daddy. I’m going to make you feel so good.”
His finger breaches me—just the tip at first—and my entire body tenses at the unfamiliar invasion.
“Breathe,” he instructs, his other hand stroking my lower back. “Push out a little. It makes it easier.”
I follow his instructions, feeling ridiculous and vulnerable, and so fucking turned on I can barely think straight. His finger slides deeper, the strange fullness gradually transforming into something else.
“That’s it,” Theo encourages. “You’re doing so well.”
He works his finger deeper, twisting and exploring until—
“Holy fuck!” The words tear from my throat as he touches something inside me that sends lightning through my entire body.
“Found it,” Theo says, sounding smug as he presses that spot again.
The pressure builds so fast I can’t control it. My cock pulses violently, shooting thick ropes onto the sheets beneath me without a single touch to my dick. The orgasm rips through me with an intensity I’ve never felt before, leaving me shaking and cursing.
“Christ, look at you,” Theo marvels, his finger still inside me. “Coming untouched from just my finger.”
Something snaps in me—the loss of control, the vulnerability, the fucking shock of what just happened.
Before I can think, I’m moving, flipping around, and grabbing Theo.
I throw him onto his back, pinning him to the mattress with my still-trembling body.
My dick, impossibly, remains half-hard despite the earth-shattering orgasm.
“You think you’re so fucking clever,” I growl, my hands encircling his wrists, pressing them into the mattress above his head.
Theo’s eyes widen, but the smile playing on his lips tells me he’s not afraid—he’s thrilled.
Theo’s cock presses against mine as I pin him to the mattress, the unexpected contact sending another jolt through my system. How the fuck am I still responding after what just happened? His eyes gleam with triumph as he deliberately rolls his hips, creating a delicious friction between us.
“Fuck,” I growl, feeling myself hardening again despite having just experienced the most overwhelming orgasm of my life.
He does it again, more deliberately this time, his silk-smooth skin sliding against mine. Each roll of his hips sends blood rushing back to my cock until I’m fully hard again, pressing insistently against him.
“You see?” Theo whispers, his voice thick with need. “You’re still in control, Daddy. You’ll always be in control.”
His words strike something primal in me—the need to prove him right, to reclaim what I just surrendered. I tighten my grip on his wrists, pressing them harder into the mattress.
“Please,” he begs, arching his back to press more firmly against me. “Fuck my ass. Breed me, Daddy. Fill me up.”
Those filthy words from his pretty mouth snap the last thread of my restraint. I release one of his wrists just long enough to grab the lube, coating myself with a shaking hand before positioning at his entrance.
“This is what you want?” I growl, pressing the head of my cock against him. “My cock splitting you open?”
“God, yes,” Theo moans, his free hand clutching at my shoulder. “Need it so bad.”
I drive into him with a single brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt. His back arches off the bed, a strangled cry tearing from his throat.
“This is mine,” I snarl. “Say it.”
“Yours,” Theo gasps between thrusts. “All yours, Daddy.”
I pound into him mercilessly, reclaiming every inch of control I momentarily surrendered. His smaller body takes everything I give, his moans growing louder with each thrust.
“Nobody else gets this,” I growl, gripping his hip hard enough to bruise. “Nobody else sees you like this.”