Brynne
A nervous giggle erupted from my throat as Theo tugged on the bindings around my wrists.
He’d decided he wanted me on my back so he could see my face while he fucked me , so my wrists were now tied above my head to the headboard.
And no matter how hard I tugged on the fabric, tried to loosen it around my wrists, I couldn’t break free—not that I wanted to.
I had no idea being tied up would make me this turned on, this feral. But I was a dripping wet mess, and my body was moments away from exploding—I was moments away from begging him to just fuck me already.
But he took his time staring at me on the bed, just like he said he would. He stroked himself slowly, almost teasing himself as I twisted one way to the other, my thighs rubbing together to ease some pressure.
“You look so good like this,” he murmured. His cock was angry and red and looked impossibly hard. My mouth watered at the sight—at the fresh memories of what he tasted like, felt like down my throat.
I’d never done that before, but I trusted him, and that made it easier.
It made all of this easier.
“Theo, please ,” I whimpered. “I need you.”
“God, Red. I love when you beg.”
I pressed my feet flat to the bed as I spread my legs apart, and his eyes immediately dropped to my pussy. I knew I was soaked, and I knew he could see every bit.
He ripped the condom open with his teeth and tossed the wrapper to the floor. With his gaze on mine, he slowly rolled it over his cock. My legs shifted, pressing together as he moved onto the bed.
Gently, he gripped my knees and pushed my legs apart, wider than before. His hand dipped between my thighs, two fingers plunging inside me without warning. My eyes widened, my back arched off the bed.
“ Theo ,” I gasped as he curled his fingers. He peppered kisses over my chest and neck, stopping to suck on my throat before moving to my nipples. His tongue lapped at one, then the other, all the while moving his fingers unrelentingly.
Slowly, he pulled out, his fingers shiny in the low light, and slid them into his mouth, his eyes locked on mine. My chest heaved with each labored inhale, each harsh exhale.
“You’re my new favorite treat,” he murmured, pressing his lips to mine. His tongue swept into my mouth, and my own flavor scattered over my tastebuds. Not unpleasant, but foreign. “Are you ready, baby?”
“Yes,” I breathed, nodding. “ Please .”
He braced his hand by my head, and with the other, slowly guided himself to my entrance. I held my breath, anticipation rendering me speechless. But then his gaze lifted, and he paused.
“You have to breathe,” he murmured. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
My breath stuttered as I released it, my muscles relaxing under his gentle order.
I gaze between our bodies, watching his abs ripple and flex as he pressed his hips forward.
The thick tip of his cock rested against my entrance, and for a moment, I thought he was going to stay there. Stop and wait for me to beg again.
But then he eased his way in, and I gasped at the stretch. He’d just been in my mouth, down my throat, but I still wasn’t ready for his size. He paused at the sound, just the tip of his cock in me.
“You okay?” The veins in his neck popped, and his skin shifted into a light red as he strained to stay still.
“I’m okay.” I nodded a few times. “Keep going. Please.”
He dropped onto his forearms, bringing us closer, and pressed his lips against mine. Gently, at first; it was almost enough for me to ignore the way he slid slowly inside me, filling me completely.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, and locked my feet together behind his back. My chest lifted off the bed as he bottomed out, my mouth falling open on a silent moan. He kissed down my jaw, to my neck.
“You’re doing so good for me,” he murmured, his voice vibrating through me. “Such a good girl letting me tie you up and fuck you the way I want.”
I tugged on the bindings, a whimper leaving my mouth. “You feel so good,” I breathed. He was so big, but I was so turned on, so ready for him, it didn’t feel uncomfortable.
He leaned back on his knees, gripping my hips and dragging me onto the top of his thighs, angling himself deeper. Slowly, he dragged his hips back, his gaze on where our bodies connected.
“God, look at you stretching around me,” he murmured, almost to himself. His head fell back, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hips. “Your cunt is so fucking tight.”
He pulled almost all the way back, then slammed inside. A scream ripped from my throat as my hands balled into fists.
“ Fuck ,” he gritted out, his hips crashing against mine. The headboard slammed into the wall with his steady, hard thrusts, my moans growing louder with each one. Suddenly, he pulled out, and my eyes flew wide open.
“What—”
“Roll over,” he rasped, helping me shift onto my knees. My arms stayed stretched above my head, my shoulders pressing into the mattress as I lifted my hips. He brought his hand down on my ass, and I screamed at the impact. “Your skin looks so pretty when it's red.”
I arched my back, whimpering as he spanked me again and again, until my skin felt like fire and my body was wound so tight I was about to snap. He moved behind me, and I felt his cock press against my entrance again.
“Harder this time,” I said, my voice breathy. “Rougher.”
He paused. “You sure?”
My cheek rubbed against the sheets as I nodded. I felt the moment he agreed, the moment he let his restraint snap.
Without warning, he slammed inside me, and my head flew back. I screamed, my fingers bunching the pillows over my head in a tight fist. He pounded into me, each thrust harder than the last.
He made a sound low in his throat, somewhere between a growl and a moan.
I pressed my face into the pillow, the fabric sliding between my teeth.
His palm slid along my spine, and he tangled his fingers into my hair.
Wrenching my head back, my back bent deeply, and he hit a new angle that had us both moaning.
“I didn’t realize you’d like being used like a pretty little fucktoy so much,” he murmured.
“Otherwise I would’ve fucked you like this years ago.
” My eyes rolled back as he slipped his other hand between my legs, finding my swollen clit.
“Look at you, Red. You’re about to come all over my cock, aren’t you? ”
My thighs trembled, my body coiling tighter. “ Theo! ” I screamed his name, unable to keep it in anymore. “Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck .”
“Would you have let me do this to you?” he asked through his teeth.
“Would you have let me take you into the bathroom while everyone sat in the living room, let me bend you over the sink, and fuck you like this? They’d be totally oblivious to what I was doing to you.
” He bent over me, dragging his teeth along my shoulder.
“Do you think you could’ve been quiet for me, Red?
Think you could’ve kept a straight face with my cum dripping down your thighs afterward? ”
“ Yes ,” I hissed, my cheek sliding against the blankets as I nodded. “Harder. Harder .”
His fingers moved faster over my clit, his thrusts unrelenting as he fucked into me. My body tightened around him, and he let out a low groan.
“You feel so fucking good, baby.” His hips slapped against my ass harder with every movement.
“After this, I can’t go another day without fucking you.
I need to taste your perfect pussy to start my days.
I need to feel you wrapped around me to end my nights.
I need you in my bed for the rest of my fucking life. ”
My heart squeezed at the words, and my eyelids fluttered shut. “I want that,” I moaned. “I want you .”
“I lo—I want you.” He moved his fingers faster. Faster . My toes curled, my pussy squeezing his cock so tight it was almost painful. “God damn, baby. Come for me. I can’t hold back much longer. I need to fill you up?—”
“Theo! I screamed, every muscle in my body tensing. I didn’t know what I said, what was happening. My vision turned black, and a ringing filled my ears. All I could feel were his fingers moving over my clit and his cock thickening inside me.
Moans fell from his lips before a long, low growl rumbled through him. He pushed deeper, and his body stilled. I felt him come into the condom, a part of me wishing it wasn’t there—that nothing separated us.
For a moment, we stayed like that, both trying to catch our breath, our bodies coated in a thin layer of sweat, hearts pounding in time with each other.
Slowly, he pulled out of me, and pressed kisses along my back as he moved to my wrists.
He gently untied my wrists, and massaged where the rope had been.
I rolled onto my back, watching as he took the condom off and cleaned himself up with the towel by the bed. His eyes were gentle as he stared at me, his cheeks flushed pink. Lifting my hand, he kissed the light red marks on my wrists before kissing my cheek.
“I’ll be right back,” he said softly. As he rose from the bed, I grabbed his hand, my shoulder aching at the sudden movement. I felt oddly exposed and raw, like layers I didn’t know existed had been peeled away. “Relax, baby. I’m just going to get you some water.”
“Don’t leave yet,” I whispered, hating how small my voice sounded. He smoothed his hand over my hair as he nodded.
He laid beside me, extending his arm, and I nestled into his side, listening to the steady thump, thump, thump of his heart. My eyes drooped as he rubbed his thumb along my shoulder in soothing strokes.
“Was it too much?” he asked quietly.
“It was perfect.”
“Not too rough? Did I say—too much?”
I shifted, resting my chin on his chest. He tucked my hair behind my ear, his thumb smoothing down my cheek in that way he loved doing. Gently, I pressed my lips against his warm skin.
“It was perfect,” I said again, softer. “You were perfect.”
“I’ve never—” He shook his head. “I don’t want to scare or hurt you.”
“There’s nothing you could do to make me feel like that.” I kissed his chest again. “Everything you did was—” A breathy laugh spilled out. “ Perfect .”
“Is your brain mush?” he teased, and I nodded, sighing as I rested my cheek against him. “Just rest, baby. You did so good for me.”
“You did all the work,” I mumbled, my eyes closing again.
“It was all you, baby girl.” He ran his fingers through my hair, gently tugging the tangles out. “Thank you for trusting me.”
I smiled as I nestled deeper into his side, letting his safe, familiar scent wrap around me. Slowly, sleep pulled me under, but before I was fully gone, I heard him murmur, “ I love you, ” but I wasn’t sure if it was a dream or if it was real.