XIX
Theo Rocco
I watch as his eyes darken in determination. His grip on my waist tightens, sending pulses of arousal straight to my core. The intensity in his gaze varies as he surveys my face, searching for evidence of my recovery.
My eye swelling reduced after the first two days of being here, and my bruises are slowly changing colour. My ribs still hurt like a bitch, though, and the stitches on my head still haven’t dissolved yet.
Overall, I’ve recovered pretty well in the week I’ve been here as their captive.
“I’m going to be gentler than I usually would with you, because you’re hurt,” he whispers in my ear, making me shiver. He smirks at the effect his voice has on me. I nod and swallow, not sure anything I could say would make sense from the lust haze I’m in.
“Turn around.” I let him spin me until my back is pressed against his tight torso. His hands trail over my body until he grabs both my wrists, planting them either side of me on the wall.
“Don’t fucking move,” he spits out, my core pulsating at the power radiating in his voice. His calloused fingers trace over my nipple, which are peeking through Atlas’s shirt. He tweaks one of them and I flinch at the sharp pain, before he rubs it away for pleasure to prevail.
“You make me fucking crazy, Little One,” he continues as his fingers tease at the waistband of my joggers. He slowly works his hand under until he’s tracing the lacy panties I’m wearing underneath.
I have to bite my lip to not make a sound as my panties become uncomfortably wet under his touch.
“Do you want me to stroke your pretty pussy, Babygirl?” He asks and I lower my head in starvation for his touch.
“If you behave,” he dips his fingers under my panties, finding my clit and circling it with his thumb, “I would make you come every single moment you wanted me to.” He pinches my clit, and I cry out.
“If you don’t,” he lowers his fingers until he can push one fully inside my hot channel, “I’d make you beg every single moment you wanted me to.”
He begins to pump his finger in and out of me ferociously, the action of adding in another finger making my legs go weak. His thumb joins my clit until he’s using the majority of his hand to bring me close to orgasm.
I try to move my other hand to bring his head closer to mine but he stops me. His hand covers both of mine as he uses the other to make me a shaking, desperate mess.
“Will you behave for me, Little One?” He whispers in my ear, biting my earlobe.
I don’t answer, my usual brattiness completely stopping me from being a good girl like he wants me to be.
“Let’s see how many times it takes before you submit to me,” he smirks against my neck, and I open my mouth to ask what he’s talking about. Only, a sharp cry escapes me as a wave of pleasure threatens every sensible brain cell in my body. My legs shake as the orgasm barrels through me, endless moans making everyone else in the house aware of what Theo’s doing to me.
Once the orgasm subsides, he doesn’t relent in his strokes, instead targeting my sensitive areas until I am shuddering in overstimulation.
“Learnt your lesson yet, Babygirl?”
I shake my head, trying and failing to smirk. He hums as he pinches my clit, making me cry out again. As soon as I stop shaking as much, he moves me away from the wall and lays me down on the bed.
The door opens and I look up to see who has entered, only for Theo to place a blindfold over my eyes. Another pair of hands join his on my body, as they pull my joggers off my legs whilst the others take off my shirt.
Once I’m laying naked, they leave me alone to lie there in a lust and confused filled mist.
“Hey, Spitfire,” Dawson’s voice makes me jump as he whispers next to my ear, “heard you refuse to behave.”
I assume the hands spreading my thighs apart are Theo’s, as Dawson continues whispering in my ear. I zone out as a hot mouth lands on my oversensitive clit, a tongue flicking against it as I writhe on the bed.
Other hands roam around my body until they land on my nipples, tweaking and pulling at them. I near my second orgasm like an out-of-control train, unable to stop myself from screaming as I fall over the precipice.
I gasp for breath as the tongue continues flicking and the hands continue to pinch my sensitive nipples.
My dignity finally snaps.
“I’ll behave,” I cry out, tears no doubt soaking the blindfold as I try to move away from their touches. As if my words have a magnetic effect on them, they release me from their holds and remove the blindfold.
I blink wildly, adjusting to the light as they crowd my vision. Theo leans down first, kissing me softly before moving away to let Dawson do the same.
“Good girl,” Dawson strokes my cheek and I smile weakly, my clit still pulsing from the orgasms.
“We got to go, D,” Theo mutters as he checks his phone, and I frown. They both kiss me again before leaving the room, the sound of the door shutting making me sit up.
What the fuck just happened?
After a few minutes of regaining composure over my spent body, I run a soothing bath to ease out the aches and pains in my ribs. Afterwards, I wrap myself in a fluffy robe that just appeared in my bathroom one day, and head downstairs to grab a drink.
My mouth is still dry from all the screaming I did, and I definitely need a glass of wine to process what just happened.
I stop still at the scene on the stairs, my heart beating too fast as anxiety plagues my entire body.
Atlas, Andros, Dawson and Theo are all standing there in suits with black ties. On their arms are four beautiful women in long, elegant dresses. None of them see me standing there. I feel my heart drop as I look at each of them.
Atlas has his arm around a blonde, tall woman's waist. She looks like she could be a supermodel. Her hair is tied in a low bun and her dress is a gorgeous, satin, Baby pink, clinging close to her body but revealing slight cleavage.
Andros is holding hands with a gorgeous woman wearing a red halter neck maxi dress, showing off her curves. She has black hair and glowing dark skin, perfectly complemented by red lipstick.
Dawson's date, I assume, is dressed in an emerald green maxi dress that emphasises her deep green eyes. Her auburn hair falls effortlessly off her shoulders as she smiles at something he whispers in her ear.
Theo looks disinterested in his date but has his arm around her as she looks up to him in adoration. Her caramel skin is shown off by the black dress she is wearing, with cutouts in the stomach to show off her perfectly lean body.
I feel tears well up in my eyes but swallow them down as I change my face to neutral. I clear my throat, and they all whip their heads round to me. Their eyes burn into me, hints of regret, indifference and heat in each of their irises. The women glare like I have no place being here.
Which I don’t.
Shit.
Turning around, I ignore the growing burn from my ribs as I head back upstairs, determined not to cry before I’m back behind the guest room’s door.
I feel used.