Chapter 21 ALEX #4
Theo pushes the very tip of his finger inside of me, and I whine in desperation.
He withdraws it, slaps my ass hard, and then pushes his finger just barely inside me again.
Every sensation is too much to handle but not enough to get a release, and the tension in my body keeps ratcheting up to the point that I feel like I’m going to snap.
My entire body feels like it’s on fire, my nerves pained and excited all at once, and it’s so overwhelming that I can’t help the tears that start streaming down my face. Theo makes a satisfied sound behind me and pushes one long finger inside me, fucking me slowly.
“There we go. That’s it, sweetie, cry for me just like that.
” He slips in a second finger and curls them down, pressing hard against my g-spot.
My leg starts to shake, and I’m moaning, begging for it, but he takes it all away just as I need it most. I scream at the top of my lungs through the gag, bending my knees and dragging myself backward, pushing my hips in the air.
He laughs at me, gripping my hips and kissing my cunt slowly until I’m writhing.
I whine when he stops, and a moment later, he moans just as his hot cum spills across my cunt.
I cry harder as he presses his thumb against my clit, gently circling it in an irregular rhythm that does nothing but frustrate me more.
I scream and cry and writhe, and he keeps making soft, low, amused sounds.
I hate him, I hate that I want him, I hate that he’s doing this, and I hate that there’s a small part of me that likes that he’s doing this. Mostly, I hate myself for being stupid enough to push him this far but not stupid enough to push him farther.
He slaps my ass again where it’s sore, and I go limp, dropping my hips on the bed and sobbing uncontrollably. Only once I’m able to catch my breath does Theo grab my face, turning my head gently and wiping away the cum and tears. I open my eyes to find Theo’s smug, satisfied face in front of me.
“Are you having a good time, sweetie?” I shake my head slowly, sniffling.
“No, I didn’t think so. Are you going to be nicer to me from now on?
” I nod reluctantly and he grins. “Yeah, you are. Are you going to fucking participate in this relationship now?” I nod again, hating myself for it.
His smile becomes softer, and he kisses my forehead.
“That’s my good girl,” he says, his voice tender.
“Remember, this is what’s going to happen if you act like a brat.
” I whine pathetically and he wipes a tear from my cheek, licking it off his thumb.
“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson yet?
” I nod frantically, and he starts stroking my body slowly.
I hum at how good it feels to be touched.
“Me, too. You’ve been so good for me, and I want to keep you tied up just like this and make you come until you cry for me again.
Do you want that?” I nod desperately, making needy little whimpers, and he grins at me.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Alex?” I moan in agreement, begging him with my eyes.
“You want to come on my cock and have me fill you up like the little cumslut you are?” I’m moaning and nodding frantically now, begging, but his eyes narrow at me as he laughs harshly.
“Well, you lost that privilege today because you’re a fucking liar.
Now, neither of us are going to get what we want.
” My eyes go wide, and he smirks at me. “You need to learn this lesson the hard way, apparently, so we’re going to keep going.
” I start swearing at him through the gag, and his smile is so fucking smug I want to punch him.
“You’re doing so good, by the way. You should see how perfect you are like this.
It’s so hard for me not to fuck you, so I’m going to go get a drink and let us both calm down a little.
When I come back, if you’re very good for me, we’ll only go for a little bit longer.
” I shake my head frantically and try to talk through the gag, trying to beg him to stop, trying to tell him I’ll do anything, and his expression becomes more and more amused.
“Well, since you asked so nicely, I will push you until you break. I don’t know how long that’s going to take, but we’re going to find out.” My eyes get wide, and I start screaming at him again.
His answering grin is evil.
I fucking hate him.
***
When Theo finally stops, I’m sweaty and wrung out and limp on the bed, drooling around the gag, his cum drying on my skin.
My shoulders are aching, my jaw is screaming, my cunt is throbbing, and I’m fucking miserable.
My body is exhausted from almost coming over and over, and my mind is entirely unrelated to my body, everything taking on a hazy and confusing quality.
I’m not even angry anymore – I’m just needy.
I’d tell Theo I loved him right now if I thought he would let me come, and I’m so fucking sensitive that I think I’d come if he touched me anywhere.
He starts to unbuckle the gag, and I almost sob in relief because my jaw hurts so badly from biting down on it for so long. He wipes some of the drool off my chin and kisses my lips softly, and my nerves are so overstimulated that the slight touch feels electric.
“I think you owe me an apology,” he teases. Panic cuts through the haze, clearing my mind a little bit, and I shake my head slowly, hoping that he’ll take pity on me. My jaw is so sore I can barely open it, and my voice is soft and slurring through my teeth.
“I can’t.”
He smirks down at me. “Sounds like you can talk to me.” I look up at him, pleading with him silently.
“I can’t do the other part,” I whisper, tears burning behind my eyes. Theo’s brows knit together, and he cocks his head to the side, looking confused.
“What other part?” His tone is no longer teasing. I shake my head and start to cry, and he strokes my hair softly. “Alex, what are you talking about?” he asks, his voice slightly panicked.
“Please don’t make me,” I beg. “It’ll hurt.”
“What the fuck?” He unties my wrists a moment later, and my arms flop to my sides, my shoulders screaming as Theo unties my ankles before he’s on the bed, pulling me into his arms. My back rests against his chest and his legs bracket mine as he pulls a thick duvet over us and tilts my face up to him, his eyes wide and worried.
He massages my jaw gently, and I start crying harder because it feels so good.
We stay like that for a while until I start feeling calmer and less afraid, but I’m still exhausted and pent up and painfully sensitive. My body feels wrong, and I’m so confused by everything right now except that being held feels nice.
“Sweetheart,” Theo says, his voice slightly shaky, “I’m going to take care of you, okay? You were so good for me.” I don’t totally register what he’s saying or doing until I feel his hand between my legs, and I start whimpering immediately, pressing back into him as he touches me softly.
My body is so pent up, and his touch is so overwhelming that I start crying again. I never cried this much during sex with Danny. He didn’t allow it, but Theo just makes soothing noises and strokes my skin with his other hand as he touches me.
“It’s okay, sweetheart, I’ve got you. You’re going to feel good in a minute, I promise,” he says as he slowly pushes his fingers inside of me, and I moan as I start to feel my orgasm building rapidly.
He goes back to circling my clit with his fingers, and I can feel my leg tense as my hips move against his hand, my body flooding with heat quickly.
I break apart in his arms, coming so hard my vision goes black for a second.
I’m shaking and crying, and his body is tense around me, but he’s gentle when he touches me, kissing my hair and stroking my skin.
I’m so oversensitive that every graze of his fingers feels like heaven, and nothing makes sense anymore except that he didn’t hurt me, and he made me feel good.
I feel a rush of gratitude and drag my hand along one of his arms.
“I’m sorry,” I slur as he starts massaging my jaw again.
“Fuck, no, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Come here,” he says, rolling me gently until I’m lying on my side. He curls around me and holds me tightly, kissing my hair and shoulders, telling me how perfect I am.
I can’t tell which one of us is shaking, but he’s so warm and I’m so exhausted that I fall asleep almost instantly.
***
When I wake up a few hours later, the clock on the bedside table tells me it’s close to four in the morning, and Theo is nowhere to be found.
Everything is still hazy, and my body feels heavy, so I take my time getting out of bed, grabbing a soft crewneck sweater and a pair of grey sweats from his dresser.
When I use the bathroom, the mirror shows me I look as miserable as I feel.
I walk down the hall towards a door that’s slightly ajar and spilling light out into the hallway, opening it to find Theo behind a large desk.
He’s looking between the three monitors in front of him, his brow furrowed and his hand across his mouth.
The walls of his office are hung with large, framed sepia photos of trees and piles of logs, but aside from that, the room seems just as staged as the rest of his house.
He looks up and sees me in the doorway and stands up quickly, running his hand through his hair.
“Hi,” he says, his voice tight as he crosses the room immediately. He pushes my hair back from my face and kisses my forehead, rubbing my arms and looking into my eyes with an intense, concerned look. “How are you feeling?”
“Why are you up?”
“Uh, I couldn’t sleep. Are you okay? Can I get you anything?” He’s speaking rapidly, obviously stressed about something, and when I pull back to look up at him, he looks even more upset than a second ago. My brain feels sluggish. Do I need anything?
“Food.” He nods and escorts me out of the office and down the stairs, turning on lights as he goes. I sit at the island as he starts moving around the kitchen quickly, occasionally running his hands through his hair in agitation.
“Do you want breakfast or dinner?” I shrug. “Okay, um, breakfast. Eggs? Bacon? Yogurt? Quiche? Oatmeal? What do you like?”
“Oatmeal?” He nods, rifling through his pantry with sharp, jerky movements. He’s so high-strung right now, but I’m too tired to care.
He’s probably just upset he didn’t get to fuck me before I fell asleep.
Once he puts a pot on the stove to boil, he leans over the kitchen island towards me, staring at me with a concerned look.
“Can I ask you some questions?” I shrug faintly. “How did he make you apologize?” A hazy recollection of how freaked out Theo was by the apology thing swims through my mind, and I look away from him. I don’t want to talk about this, but I’m so worn down that I answer.
“Um, he’d use my mouth, but he was…rough.” Understatement. Theo’s hand very lightly touches my jaw and lifts my chin until I’m looking up at his bright, concerned eyes.
“That’s not how we’re doing apologies, okay?” I don’t believe him, but I’m too tired to argue with him about anything. He looks at me, frowning when I don’t respond. “How long were you married?”
“Nine years.” Did I tell him I was married?
“How old were you when you met?”
“Seventeen.”
“How old was he?”
“Twenty-eight.”
“How’d you meet?” I raise my eyebrows and sigh, looking down at my hands. I’m too tired to lie to him right now.
“He was one of the cops that came to tell me my parents died.” Theo makes a choking sound, and when I look up at him, he looks furious. I smile a little at his reaction. “I know, right?” I say softly. “I haven’t told anyone that, ever.”
Theo runs his hands through his hair quickly as he paces back to the stove to check on the pot of water, staring at it for a long moment before he walks back towards me. He leans against the island next to me and strokes a hand over my shoulder.
“Sweetheart, did he ever hurt you?” His voice is quiet, and I nod slowly, not looking at him. “How often?” I shrug. “What made you leave?” I place my head in my hands, pressing the heels of my hands against my eyes gently.
I don’t like to think about any of this, and I’m done talking about it.
“Stop.”
“Okay. One more question, and it’s not about that, I promise.” I groan, looking up at him. He pushes my hair behind my ear, giving me a tight smile. “What do you like in your oatmeal? I’ve never seen you eat it.” I blink, taken aback.
“Honey. Lots of honey.”
“You got it.” He moves back to the stove and the boiling water, and I stare after him, trying to figure out why him asking me what I like in my oatmeal seems sweet.
It’s probably just because I’m thinking about Danny.