Chapter Nine
Grace
The bright morning rays shine over my closed eyes, pulling me from my deep sleep. As consciousness seeps in, memories of yesterday play through my mind. My father’s arrival and Theo’s confession of love. My heart soars in my chest, knowing that this big, hard man softens for me.
I love him too. I have from the moment he asked for my name. Yesterday, I was so shocked I couldn’t utter a word in response, because never in my wildest imagination did I think a man like Theo would love someone like me. But he meant it—I could see it in his eyes, feel it in his touch…
Last night, at the height of climax, when he’d whispered into my ear again that he loves me, I wanted to say it back. But something had held me back, a force bigger than me. The appearance of my father has shaken me more than I thought. Now, even though I know what’s real, I can’t shake the feeling that I’m unworthy of Theo. Or his love…
I know I shouldn’t feel this way, but I can’t help it. Somewhere in the back of my head, I can still hear my father’s voice, telling me how undeserving I am.
I turn to my side and slowly open my eyes, tired of my internal debate. I meet Theo’s tender gaze and my heart lurches in my chest. Ever since he made his feelings known, he has become softer and more open about it.
“Good morning,” I say, smiling at him.
“Morning, baby,” he replies, his eyes roaming over my face and body with a raw, visceral need.
“Why are you staring at me like you want eat me up?” I tease softly, grinning at his waggling brows.
“That’s because I want to eat you up, sweetheart,” he murmurs in a rumbling tone, then leans in to nip at my lower lip before soothing it with a lick.
He pulls me closer and tangles his hands around the curls of my hair, then slams his lips onto mine. The quiet strength in his movements makes known the intensity of his want. He deepens the kiss, tangling our tongues and sending bolts of pleasure into me with every stroke. I moan into his mouth, reaching out to press my hand into his hard chest as the kiss goes on and on, rendering me helpless to the sensations washing through me.
Theo slowly breaks the kiss, then trails his lips down to the sensitive arch of my neck, triggering my nerves. I shiver gently, moaning softly as my hands move of their own accord, trailing across his hard and sculpted flesh.
He stops and raises his head. “We need to do something about your hands, don’t we,” he says in his deep voice, triggering quivers in my sex as I imagine being restrained.
He climbs off the bed and heads for the closet. Seconds later, he walks out with a black tie. My breath hitches and goose bumps spread across my skin as he slowly crawls back onto the bed. He pulls my hands over my head and loops the tie expertly around my wrists. The act causes my back to arch, pushing out my breasts.
“Keep your hands above your head,” he orders, and my pussy floods in response.
“Yes, sir,” I moan, trembling softly under his darkening gaze.
“Hmm. Good girl. I have a present for you,” he growls, then climbs off the bed again.
This time, he makes a beeline to a chest attached to the bed frame and pulls open the drawer to bring out a silver chain with some sort of clip attached to both ends.
“What’s that?” I ask breathlessly as he climbs back into bed.
“It’s a nipple clamp.”
My nipples tighten at his words and I squeeze my legs together to relieve the ache in my core.
“I see you love the idea,” Theo murmurs, then leans down to suck a tight nipple into his mouth.
I jerk softly, arching my back into his stroking tongue. My bound hands instinctively go behind his head, urging him to suck harder. A soft mewl escapes my lips as he releases my nipple with a plop. “Keep your hands above head, sweetheart, or I’ll stop,” he orders.
“Y-yes sir,” I stutter breathily, returning my arms back over my head just in time to clutch the sheets as he slowly laps at my right nipple, then switches to the other. Bolts of current shoot through my veins with every lick of his tongue until I’m a twisting mass of flesh. My moans ring loud in the room and my sex floods with every suck, until I can feel moisture pooling in my slit.
Then he stops and clamps both nipples carefully. Biting ache shoots directly to my core, fueling my need. Theo slowly licks down my cleavage to my parted thighs, nipping and soothing along the way. He presses down on my stomach, rendering me unable to move, then parts my folds, blowing warm air onto my engorged clit. A soft mewl escapes my lips and I gently buck, searching for release.
“P-please, sir,” I beg as he continues his torturous act of licking around my swollen nub.
He slowly licks his way to my clit, lightly grazing it with his tongue and sending bolts of sensations to my aching flesh. I clutch the sheets harder in my fists, trembling and moaning for release. Then he sucks my clit harder and reaches up to tug on the chain between the clamps. The dual sensations of pain and pleasure send me careening off the edge, and I scream his name. “Theo!”
My body quivers and jerks hard with the intensity of my climax, flooding me with heat. Theo suddenly covers his body with mine and thrusts gently into my slick entrance, sliding over sensitive flesh and nerves and triggering a mini orgasm. Loud whimpers leave my lips as he turns our joined bodies to the side, lifts my left leg over his shoulders, and moves steadily inside me. Aftershocks rack my body and I clamp hard around his hard dick. His soft groan washes over me in response and he pumps deeper and harder, hitting that bundle of nerves over and over again.
“Look at me,” he orders gutturally.
I open my eyes to meet his dark ones, feeling close to another climax. My bound arms hook around his neck, gripping hard as my breath escapes my lips feverishly.
“Don’t come yet,” he commands, stroking deeper and harder on the same spot, rendering me a mindless, moaning mess.
I shake my head, pleading with my eyes. “I c-can’t. I n-need. P-please,” I beg and babble.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” he grits out, slamming harder on the same spot.
My moans turn into screams as the ache in my core reaches the highest peak. “Theo, please!”
“Come. Now!” he growls, pulling at my clamps and then quickly releasing my nipples.
Heat arches down my spine, mixing with bite of pain. It pushes me over the edge, blanking my mind, and I open my mouth in a wordless cry. Loud grunts of pleasure fill my ear as my tight channel clutches hard on his dick, triggering his release. I tremble hard with every shallow pump of his dick until I start to think clearly again. Theo gently arranges my left thigh back in place and unties my wrists, massaging them.
“Oh God,” I whisper as he draws me into his arms. I’m still trembling from the mind-blowing orgasm. He takes my lips in a slow kiss, basking in the warmth of our mouths, and then slowly breaks it.
“That was perfect, sweetheart,” he murmurs and kisses my chin. “You were so good for me.”
His approval washes over me in a calming wave, and I smile up at him.
“Let’s clean up,” he says, then slips out of bed.
I watch his hard, naked butt flex with every step as he goes into the bathroom. The sound of water reaches my ears, then he comes out with a soaked white towel and slowly wipes between my thighs.
“Get up, baby. I have something to show you,” he says to me as he disposes of the towel.
“Right now?” I ask as I sit up.
He goes into the closet and comes out wearing blue shorts and holding a black polo shirt.
“Yes, now,” he replies with a grin as I slide to the edge of the bed.
He pulls the shirt over my head, and I slip my arms into the sleeves. I stand and pull it down until the end falls to my thighs. “Perfect,” Theo murmurs before taking my lips in a soft, sweet kiss that makes me sigh.
What’s not to love about him?
As I open my lips to declare my feelings, he grabs my hand and tugs me out of the room. “Let’s go.”
A few steps down the bright hallway and I look up at him. “What do you want to show me?” I ask, my stomach jittery with anxiety.
He grins down at me and says, “You’ll see.”
We walk hand in hand down the stairs and out of the mansion. I look around in puzzlement, wondering what Theo is so eager for me to see. I take in the well-groomed grounds and beautifully trimmed gardens. “Your home is beautiful,” I say softly.
Theo tugs playfully at my arms. “Our home, sweetheart. Our home,” he says. My heart melts at his words, and I feel the extent of his love for me at the simple admission.
Another building appears at the back of the mansion, and I push back my confession for the second time. The bungalow is on the smaller side but nevertheless a beautiful sight. It looks like a mini cottage, with flowers planted around it and a wide terrace attached to the side.
“This is it,” Theo says as we stop outside the door.
I look up at him in surprise. “What’s this place?”
“It’s your new dancing studio, sweetheart. You mentioned last night that your dream is to dance freely. Here, you can dance to your heart’s content,” he says, opening the door and pulling me inside, gesturing around the bright open space. “It doesn’t look like a lot yet, but I’ll have it equipped and furnished to your taste.”
I gape at him in shock. Is this happening?
Gratitude and happiness wells up inside me, and a wide smile blooms across my face. The dream I thought I’d never reach has just been given to me on a platter by the man I love.
“Oh my God. I love you. I love you so much!” I shout and throw my arms around him, clutching him tight.
He picks me up and wraps his arms around me. “I love you too, sweetheart,” he says, kissing me before spinning us around.
Joyous laughter spills from my lips, mingling with his deep, rumbling chuckle.