Chapter 60 ALEX #2
“That’s my fucking girl,” he whispers harshly as he shoves his hands between my thighs and starts touching me desperately.
He’s almost feral, biting my lip and making low, aggressive moans deep in his throat as he starts fucking his fingers into my sore, swollen cunt, kissing and biting his way down my throat as he rubs my clit with his thumb, and I whimper, unable to speak.
He’s being so rough.
He pulls his fingers out of me and spins me around, bending me over the counter and undoing his pants quickly.
I hear him spit right before he pushes my head down onto the counter, and I scream as he shoves himself inside of me in one long, smooth thrust. I’m so tight that it hurts, but he doesn’t give me a moment to adjust to him before he starts fucking me hard, swearing constantly under his breath as he slams into me over and over.
I forgot what this felt like, being completely overwhelmed by him like this.
I can barely hear him over the sharp gasps I’m making.
My cunt is still swollen enough that I’m tighter than usual, but the pain is heightening the pleasure.
I feel my leg tense up, and I whine. Theo’s hand lifts off my head, and he grabs my hips, lifting them slightly so he can get deeper, and the counter bites against my hip bones on every thrust.
I scream as I start to come, and Theo loses his pace and becomes frantic, moaning loudly as he comes. He drops my hips and his hands land beside my head as he bends over me, his breath hot on my back as he kisses me softly between my shoulders, scraping his teeth over my skin gently.
I lay on the counter, shaking slightly as he pulls out of me, completely stunned as everything gets hazy the way I like.
Theo’s been thoughtful about how we’ve been having sex, but he’s been holding back.
He didn’t think about anything this time, didn’t hold back at all, just took me hard the way he used to, the way I like.
I missed this.
“Oh, fuck.” I look up at him, and he seems anxious. “Sorry, I just…shit, honey, are you okay?” Affection floods through me, and I smile up at him lazily.
“I am now,” I whisper. Theo stares at me for a moment, seeming to understand what I’m saying, and his face drops into a wolfish smile, his gaze possessive and adoring, and I have the urge to cry.
I love having this back.
“Not if you can still talk.” He takes me upstairs, ties me down to the bed, and spends an hour making me come until I’m a sobbing, thoughtless mess.
I’m so blissfully zoned out that I barely notice when he starts talking to me, untying me and rolling me onto my stomach.
He’s gone for a minute, and then he’s talking to me again, and I laugh softly when I realize what’s happening.
I feel him swab my back and then feel a soft pinch, and he kisses my neck slowly while he waits to make sure I’m numb between my shoulders.
There’s a tug and slight pressure for a second, and then I don’t feel anything other than safe.
He turns me back over and kisses me for a long time before he fucks me very gently, telling me what a good girl I am, that I took it so well, that I’m so perfect for him, that he’s got me now.
I revel in the security of knowing that he’s always going to know where I am, and I come apart underneath him knowing that he’ll never let anything bad happen to me again.
I lay in his arms afterwards and feel truly and completely relaxed for the first time in a long time.
Everything feels like it’s supposed to again.
***
Theo spends the next few hours putting trackers in my clothes and bags and shoes and all the cars. I put on his college sweater and trail around after him, feeling increasingly relaxed as he goes.
He puts cameras up all over the house, which doesn’t make any sense to me until he says he wants to watch me if he’s not at home for some reason, or if he needs to be in another room for a long time, and that he’s putting some in my office again, and the trivia bar, and any other place I spend time regularly.
“You are such a stalker,” I say, handing him another camera.
He winks at me. “You seem to like it.”
I shrug, fighting a smile. “I like how you love me.” He looks up from adjusting a camera aimed directly at our bed, his eyes wide and his smile soft, and I start to laugh as I realize what he’s doing.
“Baby, how long do you have access to the camera feeds?” His expression turns sheepish instantly.
“Uh, about 72 hours, unless I download something.”
“How many videos do you have of me?”
He shoots me a wicked grin. “Just you, or us together? Either way, the answer is a lot. I have a locked terabyte drive that I keep all the videos on, and I missed that fucking thing in prison,” he says, shaking his head.
“I bet you did. So, can I stalk you, too?” He laughs, stepping towards me and wrapping me in his arms.
“You don’t need to. I’m never going to be away from you again.”
“I know, Teddy,” I say quietly, “I just want to know how long it’ll take you to get to me.” Theo shoots me a pained look and kisses me slowly before he pulls out his phone and shares his location with me.
“I’ll do whatever else you want, too,” he says earnestly, and I eye the camera on the dresser.
“Then be a good boy and get on the bed.” He follows my gaze towards the camera, and he grins before he does exactly what I want him to.