Chapter Five
Grace
“You should rest for the night.”
The words reverberate through my head as Theo presses another kiss onto my forehead and lifts off my body. My heart clenches at the loss of warmth, and tears well at the back of my eyes.
Why did I say I was scared?
I know in the deepest part of my heart that he wouldn’t hurt me, but my fear was instinctive, stemming from my inexperience. I didn’t want him to be disappointed in me, but now I just feel…unwanted.
I slowly rise up as he straightens, the ache in my core momentarily forgotten.
“Don’t you want me?” I blurt out, my heart constricting in pain.
My father always treated me like I wasn’t good enough, and even told me so, over and over again. Then Theo truly saw me, and wanted me just as I am. Or so I thought.
Maybe he doesn’t…
But his forehead creases in concern at my words, and he rushes to reassure me. “Sweetheart, I want you so much that I’m holding on by a thread. I just don’t want to rush things. I want you to be ready.”
“I’m ready,” I say, my voice soft in the quiet room.
There’s no point denying how I feel for him. I thought I had felt the full extent of my emotion when I had a stupid high school crush on Doug in sophomore year, but with Theo, what I feel is unimaginable and all-encompassing. And there’s no one in the world I’d rather lose my virginity to than him.
Theo growls softly, drawing my attention back to him. He slowly looks over my exposed skin, his gaze darkening, and I shiver slightly, goose bumps trailing over my skin. “Are you sure, baby? There’s no going back,” he says hoarsely, his voice deeper than usual.
My breath catches, and I nod. “Yes, I’m sure.”
He moves back and sits on the white couch opposite the bed, widening his legs. “Off the bed,” he commands in that deep, velvety tone that sinks into my pores.
My simmering desire roars back to life as I crawl out of the bed. I stand before him, drunk in his hungry gaze.
“Undress.” The command is hoarse but gentle.
My sex spasms, and I slowly tug at the lingerie, pulling it off my body piece by piece until I’m naked.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he rasps, then orders softly, “Dance for me, baby.”
Heat floods my cheeks, but my body instantly submits to the command in his tone. I start to sway to an imaginary beat, moving my body as sinuously as I can. Theo opens his legs wider and my gaze goes to his crotch. The hard shaft straining against his pants excites me, and I begin to dance even more sensuously, trailing my fingers over my exposed skin.
I can’t take my eyes off him. The need to please him drives me, stoking the fire of desire in my gut. It grows hotter as he slowly unbuttons his black silk shirt and peels it off his muscled body, throwing it to the side. My insides clench as I imagine trailing my hands over those muscles and licking him all over. I should be shocked at my bold thoughts, but apparently when I’m in this state, all my inhibitions blow away.
“Come here, sweetheart,” he says.
It’s as if he’s a male siren calling to his mate. I dance toward him slowly, moving my hips and gliding my hands to the beat in my mind until I’m on his lap just like in the auction house. His cobalt-blue eyes ensnare mine, and my breath catches as I gaze into them. I trail my hands over his smooth skin, the hard ridges of his chest and arms, gyrating slowly on him.
Need growing, I run my fingers convulsively over his body until I encircle his neck with my arms and start to earnestly grind into him. I want to relieve the burning ache. Need consumes my mind, burning hotter with every stroke. I moan low in my throat, breathing erratically as the ache peaks.
Just a little bit more…
My fingers convulse, digging into the nape of his neck as I strain against him.
“Not yet,” Theo declares, stopping my movements with a hand on my waist.
I let out a moan of disappointment, frowning down at him. But he smiles and leans in to tug and nip at my lower lip, sucking it gently into his mouth. It sends a sharp bite of current down to my core, and I shamelessly moan aloud.
“I want you to come on my lips before I fuck you hard,” he whispers against my mouth.
His words send delicious sensations coursing through me, adding to my maddening desire. I moan into his lips, giving in to his possessive kiss. His lips are unyielding against mine as he stands from the couch and effortlessly carries me to the huge bed without breaking the kiss. I moan into his mouth and he glides his tongue over mine, stroking the sensitive flesh. He slowly pulls away and trails his lips down my sensitive skin, lavishing attention on my hard nipples on the way. I tremble under his coarse hands and heated tongue, moaning and whimpering.
“Theo,” I moan in complaint.
“Soon, sweetheart,” he rasps.
He kisses a path down to my entrance, parting the wet and swollen folds with his fingers. My fingers fist at the back of his head, and my thighs quiver on both sides of him. He teases at my hard clit, trailing a finger over it. I whimper and jerk, my whole body vibrating in anticipation.
He slowly strokes his finger around my clit, teasing and stoking my desire until I’m mindless with need, quivering and moaning. Then without warning, he dives between my legs, closing his heated mouth over my engorged clit and sucking hard.
“ Theo !” I scream, quivering and detonating into his mouth.
My body trembles with aftershocks at every lick of his tongue, and I moan softly as he gives a slow lick and climbs off the bed. I watch him tug off his pants and underwear in one go, inhaling softly at the sight of his hard cock.
“Don’t be scared, sweetheart,” he says as he draws closer.
“I’m not scared,” I reply, smiling softly at him.
“Good,” he whispers and leans over me, trailing kisses up my calves.
Slow licks of heat follow his trail, warming up my body from inside out. He parts my folds and laves the hardening nub, prompting me to quiver. “Oh,” I moan softly, reaching out to grip his shoulders. I didn’t think I could feel an even greater need flood my bloodstream, after my last orgasm.
A new, deeper ache blooms in my gut as he sucks hard on my clit. Then he slowly slips a finger inside my tight channel, drawing a whimper of need out of me. His slow strokes send delicious shivers to my core, building my desire.
I gyrate under him, gripping his shoulders tighter as he adds another finger, gliding smoothly into my sopping wet sex. It’s so tight and full that my belly quivers as I imagine his cock filling me up.
Theo slowly removes his hands and kisses his way up my body until he’s draped over me. Then, he urges my legs up and around his waist, nestling his hard cock against my wet pussy and slowly stroking against it. My legs tighten around him in response, and my hands caress his body with a mind of their own.
“I need your eyes, sweetheart,” he grits out, and I open them instantly, staring into his dark gaze. He slowly pushes inside me, inch by inch, and then he penetrates me in one go.
“Oh God!” I groan, feeling a sharp bite, but it only stokes the raging flame roaring beneath my skin.
“Are you okay, baby?” he asks in concern, and my heart melts.
I nod, feeling tears at the back of my eyes. Ever since I lost my mom, I’ve never felt so…cared for. My gaze stays on his as he slowly moves inside me. It’s exhilarating and exciting to see the emotions flit in his eyes, the sheer control in his strength.
His strokes increase in tempo, sliding over the sensitive flesh inside me. I moan loudly, clutching him tighter as the blooming ache heightens. My need is like a volcano threatening to combust and melt everything in its path. His thrusts become harder and deeper, rendering me mindless with want. Every deep stroke fuels the raging beast. Our eyes remain locked, and our breaths mingle until I don’t know where one stops and the other begins. Before long, an intense ache builds inside me, growing until I’m quivering and combusting hard in his arms.
“Theo!” I clamp hard on his cock as I climax, dragging him over the edge.
“Fuck!” he grunts, jerking and triggering mini orgasms inside me.
I tremble softly in his arms as he shifts us so we’re on our sides and hugs me close. We stare at each other, silently basking in the moment. Still, I can’t help but notice the tension simmering beneath his skin and his shaft that’s still inside me, hardening once again.
“Did I please you?” I ask, unable to hide my feelings.
He pushes softly inside me, triggering a myriad of sensations, then leans down to kiss my lips. “So much that I can’t get enough,” he answers, gently caressing my back.
I frown up at him. “Why do I feel like you’re holding back from me?”
He sighs. “Sweetheart, you’re too pure for all of me. What I feel for you is not simple. It’s consuming, and I don’t ever want to let you go, or give you any reason to want to walk away.”
He takes over my mouth in a kiss. It’s sweet and soft as he glides his lips over mine, turning me inside out. I slip my tongue over his, savoring the warmth and delicious sensations coursing through me until I’m achy and trembling with want.
I slowly release his lips and look up at him, breathing hard. “I can take all of you. I want all that you are, and I promise not to run off,” I say softly. I don’t know where the words come from, but as they spill from my lips, I realize that I mean them.
His eyes darken, and he asks in a voice filled with need, “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.”
Theo slowly withdraws his hard shaft, eliciting a soft moan from my lips. He lifts me out of bed and grabs a sweatshirt from the closet, sliding it over my head, then slips on his pants and leads me out of the suite. We walk hand in hand down the long hallway, then turn into another wing of the huge mansion.
I knew that Theo was filthy rich the moment his car stopped in front of this huge mansion with wide, lush gardens and a huge, rushing fountain. But now I wonder what he does for a living. So I ask him.
“I fight for a living, sweetheart. It’s a dangerous and driven sport that has put food on the table since I was a teenager with nowhere to go.”
My heart clenches at his words, and I want to ask him what he means, but I know the time isn’t right. Instead, I look up, taking in his strong features—the smooth, hard edge of his cheek and jaw, his laser-focused gaze and soft lips. Other than his big, muscled body, he doesn’t look like a trained fighter.
Still, the new information should make me scared and instead I feel even more safe.
“We’re here,” he announces as he stops us in front of a dark brown door. Anticipation blooms inside me as he turns the knob and pushes it open. The room is dark and smells of spice and lemon.
I walk in ahead of Theo, then gape when he flips on the light switch.
In the center is a bed, covered with a red sheet, with cuffs of different lengths and sizes chained to the frame. Beside it are rows of shelves filled with sex toys, whips, paddles and other things I’ve never seen before. I gape in shock, my heart thudding hard against the walls of my chest. I’ve never seen anything like this before. Nervous excitement builds inside me as I start to imagine the kinds of things that go on in this room.
Then, my gaze moves to the other end of the room and I see a wooden frame built like an X, with another plank attached horizontally to the base. Silver steel cuffs dangle from the arms of the cross, and my core clenches hard as I imagine myself attached to it, under Theo’s mercy.
“Welcome to my world, sweetheart,” he drawls behind me in that deep, mesmerizing voice that makes me want to obey.