Chapter 25 #2
“This,” he says, pressing his fingers against the slick entrance of my cunt, “is mine.” He punctuates the word by shoving his fingers inside me, making me whimper.
Uncomfortable heat courses through me as he starts to fuck me with his fingers rougher than I usually like, but something about it feels so good that I react instantly, writhing underneath him and panting softly, his hand around my throat keeping me in place.
He watches me, his eyes intense and serious as he squeezes the sides of my throat, cutting off enough air that my head starts to swim.
His expression is pure hunger, and I can’t look away from him, even when he crooks his fingers and pulses hard against my g-spot, his thumb circling against my clit a moment later.
My leg starts twitching as more scorching heat pools in my spine, and I start clawing at the hand around my throat, at his arm, at his chest, nodding and moaning and trying to force out the word please.
He watches me closely as he brings me to the edge.
“Come.” His voice is rough and commanding in a way that causes the tension inside me to snap and my nerves to catch fire.
He releases my throat, and my head feels light as I suck in air, making everything so much more intense.
I reach for him desperately as my back bows and my hips start shaking, and I hold onto him for dear life as the orgasm rips through me.
I collapse back onto the bed, panting heavily as I open my eyes to see him looking down at me, his jaw clenched.
“That’s mine. You only come for me, do you fucking understand?” I nod absently, running my hands up his chest and across his shoulders, dragging my nails down his arms as all thoughts slip out of my grasp. I’m used to how Theo can be during sex, but this is new.
I don’t know what about this is different, but how overwhelming he is right now feels so good.
That’s probably bad.
He straightens, pulling me up to sit on the edge of the bed and standing in front of me, his cock flushed and angry and dripping precum. He looks down at me, dragging his thumb across my bottom lip.
“This is mine, too,” he says as he slips his thumb into my mouth, and I freeze as I feel his other hand fist tightly in my hair.
Anxiety cuts through the haze of pleasure, and I slam my eyes shut as I start to panic.
He releases my hair a moment before his thumb drags out of my mouth, and both of his hands come to cup my face forcefully.
“Look at me,” he orders in a harsh voice, but when I look up at him, he doesn’t look angry at all.
His gaze is intense and almost concerned as he looks down at me, and he shakes his head faintly, his eyes locked on mine.
“Just fucking trust me, Alex.” He still sounds angry, but it’s not a question and I don’t know what else to do, so I swallow hard and nod faintly. The corner of his mouth lifts slightly.
“Open for me,” he demands quietly, his voice sending a thrill down my spine and making my cunt clench with need as I slowly open my mouth and stick out my tongue. He grips my face tighter and pushes his thick cock into my mouth slowly, watching me carefully.
“There we go, that’s it," he says as I wrap my lips around him and suck gently, letting my eyes drift closed.
“You need to look at me, sweetheart.” I open my eyes and look up at him, feeling extremely vulnerable and trying to get my breathing under control as he starts to slowly, shallowly fuck my mouth.
“You’re doing such a good job, Alex,” he says, steadily thrusting deeper, but keeping his pace unhurried. My fear and hesitation start to dissipate, and I’m able to calm down enough to focus on my breathing.
I hate this, I have always hated this, but I don’t hate it right now. Theo’s not making me apologize for anything, he’s not berating me, and he’s not trying to hurt me, which means this isn’t a punishment.
This is something different, but I don’t know what.
“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” My eyes widen and my cheeks heat, and my head starts to empty from how much I like hearing that.
I stare up at him and focus on the way he’s fucking my mouth, starting to enjoy what he’s doing.
I like the feel of him in my mouth, the taste of his skin as his cock slides against my tongue, and the gentle way he strokes my cheeks as he starts thrusting deeper.
Theo keeps his eyes on mine, watching me carefully, gripping my head firmly but not painfully, his face approving and pleased as I start matching his movements in a way that makes him swear loudly.
I whimper and try to relax as he pushes his cock down my throat slowly, choking on him before he pulls back to let me breathe.
“You’re taking it so well for me,” he moans as he grazes his thumbs across my cheeks again.
He stares down at me possessively as he thrusts deeper, picking up his rhythm and making harsh, low sounds every time he hits the back of my throat.
I love the way he sounds, and I’m starting to relax enough to enjoy the way his cock feels when it pushes against the back of my throat.
This is so different.
I raise my hands and run them up and down his body, and he moans in approval.
He starts to get rougher with me, an uncontrolled edge to his movements, but he seems to inherently know what I can handle and what I can’t.
I breathe through my nose frantically, gagging on him and drooling a little, looking up at his intense, hungry face as I drag my fingernails down his body, which makes him moan and thrust a little deeper.
I feel a surge of warmth between my thighs as he makes me choke on him again, and his eyes roll back in his head as he swears harshly.
A moment later his cock pulses in my mouth and I taste his cum flooding the back of my tongue.
I moan and swallow twice in quick succession before he pulls his cock out of my mouth, stroking my hair as he drops to his knees before me.
Theo’s expression is still intense, but there’s a softness in his eyes that wasn’t there before, and it makes me more nervous than his anger did.
“I’m so proud of you,” he whispers, and my eyes widen as I stare at him. Unwanted tears prick at the corners of my eyes as my throat closes up, and I suddenly feel much more naked than before.
He starts kissing me again, pushing me back towards the center of the bed, but his movements are less angry, his kisses less savage.
He holds me down as he kisses me, grabbing my wrists and pinning them over my head with one hand.
I can feel him getting hard again, and I writhe beneath him, whining, trying to get friction.
He pulls away, his other hand gripping my throat again as he stares down at me with open need.
“You belong to me, Alex. Do you understand that?” Before I can think better of it, I nod the smallest amount, barely moving my head at all, but he catches it.
His face transforms from hunger into something else, something satisfied and triumphant.
He pushes into me and I hear him exhale roughly, and then he’s covering my body with his own, bracing himself on his forearms and bracketing me in, his hands tangled in my hair as he stares down at me with an intense expression I don’t want to understand.
I close my eyes and let him fuck me with long, deep strokes that leave me breathless, letting the feeling of being so completely overwhelmed by him work its way up my spine, ratcheting the tension closer and closer to breaking.
“You need to tell me you’re mine,” he says quietly as he thrusts harder, and I keep my eyes shut, shaking my head slightly as I start tearing up again.
He kisses my neck just below my ear and up my jaw, making me whimper.
I’m so close to coming I can almost taste it, and he pushes me closer and closer to the edge.
Just as my leg starts to tense up, he pulls out of me and flips me over quickly, his hips shoving mine down and pinning me to the mattress, his body heavy on top of me.
I let out a low, needy sound as one of his arms wraps around my neck, choking me slightly and pulling me back against him as he pushes so deep inside of me that it makes my vision swim.
He stops moving, and I start sobbing nonsense, begging for more, my choked-out words and his harsh breaths getting tangled up.
He grabs one of my hands, twining his fingers with mine and pinning my hand down.
“If you want to come, you need to say it,” he whispers into my ear, tightening his hold around my neck slightly. “Now, Alex.” The aggressive command in his voice has me opening my mouth before I can stop myself.
“I’m yours,” I breathe out, trying to ignore how I feel as it slips out of my mouth.
“That’s my perfect girl,” he says, his voice softer but still aggressive, and a thrill passes down my spine.
Theo tightens his grip on me and keeps me immobile while he fucks me, and I start crying as my orgasm finally rips through my body a second later, the heat dancing along my spine obliterating all awareness that I’ve just fucked up somehow.
He presses his lips against the back of my head as his pace picks up, and his low voice is so quiet that I can barely make out what he’s saying, but the words good and perfect and mine break through again and again, and something about how possessive he sounds and the arm he’s got around my neck and the intimacy of our hands interlocked puts me over the edge.
Another orgasm rolls through me, and I sob harder as the heat in my core radiates fire into my exhausted body.
Theo barely fucks me through it before he starts coming, his loud moans and the way his arm tightens around my neck and the feeling of him pulsing inside me as he comes sends another wave of heat coursing through my body.
I scream, shaking in his arms so hard that he loses his balance and collapses on top of me, his warm body flush with mine.
I gasp for air and my tears start to subside, all complicated thoughts and feelings eddying out of my head as I come down from the orgasms. I’m drained and spent, and I feel light and airy, thoughtless, hovering just outside of my body, and everything is edged in a slight glow.
All I can feel is Theo’s body pressing me down, feel how his heart is pounding through his chest and into my back, feel the sensation of his breath hot on me as he presses a hard kiss against the nape of my neck, his teeth scraping against my skin.
He groans as he pulls out of me, falling to the bed next to me and running his hands through his hair as he stares up at the ceiling, panting.
How could feeling this good possibly be a bad thing?
I smile at Theo as a rush of affection for him courses through me, and he looks over at me with an unadulterated obsession that makes my stomach flip, and I lay there breathing hard, melting under his piercing gaze.
He looks at me for a long moment, the angry tension slowly returning to his face and body before he leans over me and grips my chin, turning my face up towards him.
“I never want to see you with anyone else again, understand?” I look up at him, feeling amused and wrung out and loopy.
“That’s stupid,” I mutter, laughing softly as I trail my hand up his clenched jaw. Why would I want to be with anyone else? He makes me feel so good.
An alarm bell goes off in a distant corner of my mind, but I can’t figure out why, and Theo’s expression hardens, and he shifts his body until he looms over me, his stern face inches from mine.
“I’m fucking serious, Alexandria. Promise me it won’t happen again.” I laugh a little at how intense he is, at how aggressive he’s being, and at how he relaxes the second I graze his cheek with my fingers and smile lazily up at him.
He’s so easy.
“Okay, baby,” I whisper, “I promise.” He softens a little more, and I push my hand through his hair again.
He hums as I drag my nails down the back of his neck and closes his eyes for a moment, and when he looks down at me again, he’s calm and adoring.
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into me, a content sound slipping out of me involuntarily as our lips meet.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers, his lips grazing against mine before he deepens the kiss, and I lose myself in how hearing those words makes me feel.
He embraces me tightly and starts murmuring praise in between the soft kisses he presses against my cheeks and eyelids and neck, and I lie back and relish in his affection.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m aware that I’ve lost another battle, ceding some unknown territory to him, but I ignore it.
I know I’m not in control of this situation at all right now, but I feel so good that I don’t care.
***
I sit at the kitchen island, sipping my wine as Theo puts together dinner. He seems different, and I take my time watching him closely, trying to figure out what’s changed.
There’s always something slightly tense about Theo, but not right now.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so completely at ease before.
His posture is unusually loose and he’s smiling, humming along to quiet indie music as he prepares a salad, shooting me amused looks as I sneak cucumber slices from the bowl he’s dumped them into. I wish he was like this more often.
Dread pools in my stomach as it slowly dawns on me what’s different about him.
He’s happy.
I’m not handling this situation as well as I thought.
I’ve mostly learned how to manage Theo at this point, but it requires keeping him at a distance.
I have to let him in just enough to get him to drop his defenses, but not enough that I drop mine.
I don’t know exactly what happened, but something about the sex this afternoon made me let him in, again.
I can’t believe I’m so fucking stupid.
Theo heads for the fridge, kissing the top of my head on the way, the action seemingly involuntary.
I watch him closely, and he looks up from grabbing things out of the fridge and smiles at me with that same possessive, adoring look he gave me in bed.
Something other than dread churns in my stomach, and I force a smile and look away quickly, drowning the feeling with more wine.
I think it’d be easier if he just killed me, because I can’t ignore how much I’m starting to want him.
Not just the sex.
Him.