Chapter 23
Chapter
Twenty-Three
Aria
The door closes, and immediately, I turn to Theo.
“Are those true?” I demand.
“Partially. Yes, he was inside his house when it was set on fire; he deserved it .”
“Why?”
“To start, there is suspicion that he killed a fellow King to take over his position on the council. He then hired a man to murder the only surviving family member of that friend so she would not be able to take her rightful seat on the council. She didn’t like that very much, so she set his house on fire.
” I accept that answer. And honestly, good for her.
“And these articles?” I point to the ones from Acadia University.
I remember seeing them or hearing about them, but I never took them too seriously.
There was a flood of articles being released about Gamma Theta Kappa at the time, like they were poisoning the school's water, or they were aliens.
This must have been lumped in with those when they released all the prank articles, so no one paid it much attention.
Now that it's here, and I know what I know, that one is basically true. So what about the suspicious deaths?
“That one isn’t true.” He pauses. “That wasn’t a suicide.
He was attempting to stalk and rape a girl on campus.
One of the Knights stepped in, and it got messy.
They staged it as a suicide to stop any questions.
” Again, good for them. It seems like for every question I ask, he has a reason.
He told me they don’t just murder people off the street, that they have standards.
I guess hurting women is a quick way to meet those standards.
I take a deep breath.
“Okay”.
“Still trust me?” The last time he wanted to prove I could trust him, he blindfolded me and tied me to the bed.
“I think showing is better than telling when it comes to trust.” I smile before grabbing Theo’s hand and walking him back to our room.
I walk into the closet and pull out a few of his go tos. He stands in the doorway, watching me, paying attention to what I grab.
I grab a box off one of the shelves.
“Those were a hard no on your list,” he states while trying to grab the box from me.
“I know, but things have changed.” I smile, taking the box and placing it on the couch.
I place myself in front of Theo and move my hair over my shoulder so he can unzip my dress.
I slide it off and let it fall to the floor.
Stepping out of my heels, I walk over to the nightstand, grabbing the blindfold and cuffs.
I climb onto the bed and kneel at the end.
“Are you sure?” Theo asks again. The fact that he triple-checks even after I said it’s ok is the reason I trust him. The way he is so careful not to push me further than agreed is why I am comfortable enough to give him full control.
“Yes, Daddy,” I say sweetly. “If I change my mind, I know how to tell you.”
He smiles as he unhooks my bra. He walks into the closet and finds my favorite set of nipple clamps and puts them on me.
I inhale sharply at the immediate sting.
Once they are on how he wants, he takes the cuffs from me and starts to secure my wrists.
He leans in and kisses me. The moment he pulls away, he whispers, “On your stomach.”
I do as I am told, lifting my arms above my head so he can secure them. I am left bent over the side of the bed. Theo pulls my underwear down my legs before putting my ankles in the restraints. I wiggle my ass as he tightens them, which earns me a good spanking.
Theo grabs the blindfold from my hands and asks again, “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” He takes a deep breath and then places the blindfold on, covering my eyes.
I close my eyes and let the room go dark. I can still hear Theo walking around me. Not knowing when he will touch me or where his hands will go, or even if he's going to use his hands, has electricity pooling in my stomach.
“Aria.” He slowly draws out my name before something is between my legs.
It's cold, so I know it's not him. I can tell it's small.
I have a few ideas of what it could be, but before I can piece it together, it slaps against the backs of my legs.
My body jumps at the contact. It stings, but nowhere near the level it has been before. He is being gentle.
Cool hands grip where the riding crop made contact.
Theo gently massages away the sting. His thumbs slide up my inner thigh, finding the way my body reacts when he is in full control.
He coats one of his thumbs before sliding it a little higher.
He presses gently at my entrance, but doesn't push in.
I try to find any leverage to be able to feel any more, but I receive a smack on the ass and a laugh from Theo.
“So needy.” He walks away, and I lose all contact with him. “Should I give you what you want?’
“Please, Daddy.”
“Since you asked so nicely.” He places a lubed plug against my ass. Slowly pressing it in, I stretch around it until it's sitting where he wants it.
I moan as I adjust to its size. The more I squirm, the more my nipple clamps start getting caught on the sheets, pulling a little each time. The slight sting is just adding to my pleasure.
I hear the snap of leather behind me. He snaps it again louder and closer to me.
He does it a third time, close enough to me that I can feel the air being displaced.
When I feel the smack against my ass, my entire body tenses, and I let out a muffled whine into the sheets before I realize that wasn't his belt.
It was fur. I try to think back to the closet and what would have fur.
He had a two-sided paddle. He usually uses the leather side. My abs tense longing for what he hasn't delivered.
My body sinks into the bed.
“Not what you wanted?” Theo asks, I know he is pleased with himself.
Asshole.
“No, Daddy,” I grumble.
“You wanted more?”
“Please, Daddy,” I beg.
“I love it when you beg.” A snap of leather strikes across both my ass cheeks. I jerk up and yelp. I smile as the sting settles to a dull throb. I wait for the next slap, but it doesn't come. Theo places himself behind me and slides himself inside me.
His hand runs up my back before sliding it up the back of my head. Gripping my hair, he pulls gently. My breath hitches as he begins to pulse in and out of me.
“Give me a color, baby.” Something cold and sharp grazes my leg. He opened the box.
“Green. Neon green,” I moan.
“So fucking perfect.” He fucks me hard, but my focus is on the pinpoint sensation being run up my spine. It's slow, deliberate.
Theo pulls my head back, giving him access to my throat. I choke on air as the cold metal is placed against my neck.
He is fucking me while holding a knife to my throat, and somehow it’s the hottest thing he has ever done to me.
“Cum with me, baby,” he groans, and the moment he gives me permission, the tension coiling inside me snaps, and a wave of electricity floods my system. Theo groans as he buries himself deep inside me. The pulsing of his cock sends shockwaves into my core.
Theo gently pulls out of me, removing the knife from my body.
He releases my ankles first, then takes the blindfold off before unhooking my wrists.
He makes sure to inspect me for injuries.
I climb onto the bed, and Theo lies beside me.
His hand gently rubs up and down my back as we both catch our breath and let our bodies settle.
“Thank you,” he whispers against the top of my head.
I pick my head up off his chest and search for his eyes. "For what?”
“For trusting me.” At the beginning of our relationship, he had me fill out this worksheet, and on it, there were some things listed that scared the living shit out of me.
Knife play was one of them. I hard vetoed that, and while Theo never tried to push it, I could tell he was disappointed.
But the longer we were together and the more he checked in, and with everything we would try, it all became less scary.
Having a knife held to my throat is still not something I would ever let anyone but Theo do.
But he has earned my trust. He has made me feel safe.
He has proven he will do whatever it takes to make me comfortable in the uncomfortable.