Keep My Secrets (Anastasia Duet #2)

Chapter 1

Chapter

One

Aria

The door opens gently as Theo enters the bedroom.

"Kneel." His tone demanding, but not angry. I look up from my phone, his eyes meet mine, and my core immediately tightens. His eyes run down my body, reminding me of how he looked at me in the dressing room.

"Everything okay?" I ask, sitting up off the headboard. I didn't expect the conversation to be over so quickly.

"Yeah, nothing that can't wait until morning." He starts unbuttoning his shirt. "Now that you've had some rest, let's finish what we started." He takes a pause before repeating, "Kneel."

I sit up on my knees, waiting for direction. I love the way he takes control. I want to hear him tell me what he wants, how I get to please him.

He steps closer to me, his fingers gently placed under my chin. "Good girl." My breath shakes as I hear his praise.

His thumb lingers under my chin, tilting my face up so I have no choice but to meet his gaze. The weight of it alone has my body humming with anticipation.

“Stay right there,” he murmurs, every word deliberate, controlled.

My breath stutters as he shrugs off the rest of his shirt, tossing it to the ground. I can’t keep myself from scanning his body, taking in the tattoos littered across his skin.

Theo leans in, so close that his lips brush the shell of my ear when he speaks. “Do you know what I want from you tonight?”

I press my knees together as lightning shoots through my core from just the way he is speaking to me.

“No.” A small smile accompanies the whisper escaping my lips.

A low chuckle rumbles in his chest. He trails his fingers down my chin and down the side of my neck.

“I want to hear the sounds you make when you stop thinking, where all you know is how I make you feel.”

My eyes gently close and I lean into his touch.

“Good girl,” he whispers, like a promise instead of praise.

Theo’s hand grips my throat gently, pulling a startled gasp from my lungs. He gently pushes a piece of hair out of my face.

I let out a soft moan..

“Just like that.” He smiles down at me

He leans down, placing his lips just out of reach of mine .

“Please, Daddy,” I whisper.

“Already begging, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I plead. His grip tightens around my throat. I want to feel his body on mine anyway I can.

“Are you going to listen?” He pulls back, and I immediately miss the warmth of his breath against my lips. I flex my hand against my thigh, wanting him closer. I nod.

“You’re learning,” he smiles. “And when you listen,” he leans back in, his mouth hovering a breath above mine, “you’ll find I’m very generous.”

Heat coils low in my belly, my breath begins to quicken. I want his touch.

He smiles before pressing his mouth against mine, claiming me. He kisses me deep. I open, letting him in, letting his tongue explore my mouth.

I reach up to touch him, but the moment my fingers make contact, he pulls away.

“Did I say you can touch?”

“No, Daddy.”

“And what happens if you can’t keep your hands to yourself?”

“You take them away.” He leans in, kissing me again.

“You’re such a good listener.” He leans me back, laying me against the bed.

He cages me in, placing his hand on either side of me.

He lets out a low growl, rough against my throat. “Mine.”

“Yours,” I whisper. Theo smiles down at me before starting to lift my shirt up my body.

Arching my back, I help him. I want to feel his skin against mine in any way I can get it. He lifts to his knees and unbuckles his belt. Sliding it from his belt loops, my core tightens at the sound of the belt snapping against itself.

He smiles as he stands from the bed and slides his pants down his legs, kicking them off in the direction of his shirt. His eyes watch me as if I am prey.

“On your stomach,” he commands, and I do as I am told.

Moments later, his hands are on the waist band of my underwear, gently sliding them down my legs.

I am now fully exposed to this man, and just the thought has wetness pooling between my legs.

Kneeling behind me, Theo lifts my hips, bringing me to my knees.

My hands grip the sheets, a soft whimper escaping my lips.

I need him. I need his touch. I need to feel him inside me.

Whatever Theo wants, I will give if I can feel his cock inside me as I cum.

“So needy.” Theo’s voice vibrates through my entire body before he slides his dick inside me. I tighten around him, adjusting to his size.

“Fuck,” I breathe out. This is exactly what I wanted. He slowly pulls himself out to where only his tip is inside me. I push my hips back, wanting more of him again. He just laughs before slamming back into me.

He repeats this multiple times, knowing what he is doing to me. I look over my shoulder and Theo is smiling down at me. He likes watching me beg. He likes seeing me on the verge of release and not giving me that out.

“Please, Daddy,” I beg.

“Not yet,” is his only response.

Heat spreads under my skin, my core tightens, my breath hitches, and before I can fully fall over the edge, he pulls me back.

We continue this game for what feels like hours. He always lets me get close, but never lets me finish.

At the end my body is trembling, and I can barely form words.

“Please,” my broken whispers plead.

“Good girls get to cum, baby.” He thrusts gently. “Brats need to earn it.” He thrusts harder, proving his point. I pushed him in the dressing room. I purposely withheld what he wanted. I wanted this.

“Daddy,” I begin to plead. I don't know how much longer I can handle this.

“Give me a color,” he says, holding himself inside me. I can feel his dick twitch and my body clenches around him. “I need a color, Aria.”

“Green,” I breathe. This may be torture, but it is delicious torture. I know when he finally allows me to cum it is going to be the most intense orgasm I have ever had, and I need it.

He slams into me harder, pushing himself as deep inside me as he can go. My arms are barely able to hold my body up,

One of his hands stays on my hip, not letting me pull away, the other wraps around my body. His fingers find my clit, and even the slow, gentle motion has pressure building everywhere.

“Have we learned our lesson?” Theo asks.

“Ye-Yes, Daddy,” I answer before continuing to beg. “Please.”

“Are you going to listen?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” he says as he begins to move his fingers faster.

The pressure in my body is about to burst. I almost feel like he is going to pull away as I get close again, but he doesn’t.

I buck my hips as he circles my clit. My core spasms as I am finally able to feel the release.

I cry out as everything finally boils over.

“Such beautiful noises, baby girl,” Theo whispers before thrusting a few more times. On the last thrust, he pulls out and releases all over my back.

“What a beautiful mess we make.” He flips me over, resting his body on top of mine. I was right. My core still tightens and spasms around nothing. He is no longer inside me or touching me in a way that would elicit this response, but somehow my climax is lingering.

I wrap my arms around his neck, not wanting him to leave. He brushes hair out of my face before kissing the top of my head.

“Let's get you cleaned up so you can get some rest,” he says so softly. I nod my head. He gently picks me up and carries me to the bathroom.