Chapter 48
Chapter Forty-Eight
THEO
God, the feel of her makes me want to lose my ever-loving mind. She’s barely breathing as I run a finger through her wetness, gathering it on my finger before putting it in my mouth and sucking. The only noise besides our heavy breath is the rumble of my growl as I taste her.
“You know why I’m doing this, firefly?” I murmur.
She nods. “Theo, please. Touch me,” she begs. The sound is so beautiful, I almost give in to her. But I don’t.
Drawing back, I stand up and begin removing my clothes. Blake’s head tilts as if trying to work out what I’m doing. I push the hair back off my face before gripping the waistband of my sweatpants and shoving them down. My dick springs free, pre-cum leaking from the tip.
“Do you need me, firefly? Need my touch?” I taunt as I stroke myself. I can tell by the way she keeps pressing her thighs together that she’s desperate for me, and what only I can give her.
My sweet girl. So fucking perfect.
This might be a punishment for her, but not being able to sink my dick into her is just as much torture for her as it is for me.
“Answer me, Blake,” I demand as she tugs on her restraints. She’s pissed I'm not giving in, but only good girls get to come. I’m not a complete asshole. Maybe by the end of this, I’ll give her what she wants, but for now, I want her soaking wet and needy.
“Yes,” she says barely above a whisper, clearly hating to admit that she’s loving every second of this.
“Then you’re going to suck my cock, and maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you come.” A smirk kicks up at the side of my mouth when she nods. “Spread those legs for me, firefly. Let me see what’s mine,” I growl, my tone low and laced with desire for the woman who owns my soul.
Now, I could release her from the handcuffs, let her get up and get on her knees for me, but I like how she’s currently lying—breathless, cheeks flushed, and her cunt dripping only for me.
I climb onto the bed, and it dips under my heavy weight.
Her body instinctively shifts toward me, her head lifting to meet me.
My thighs bracket each side of her body as I lean in, grip my dick, and smear the pre-cum across her lips.
Her tongue darts out, swiping across and whimper at the taste.
A growl rumbles deep within my chest as I watch her.
“Want more? Want me to fuck this throat of yours raw?” I ask, dragging my dick back and forth along her lips.
Blake nods, words apparently failing her, causing me to smirk.
A single move forward and my cock is slowly entering her beautiful mouth.
She moans around my length as if tasting the best meal she’s ever had.
My hands slap the bedroom wall, holding me up but also giving me leverage as I begin to fuck her face.
My control slips further with each second she deep throats me, the handcuffs rattling against the headboard the more I sink into her.
I glance down. Drool runs down her chin, the excess saliva making her movements easier.
I groan, my head thrown back as my body enjoys every single fucking second.
My hips shift back and forth in a rhythm that’s driving me fucking insane—not too quick but not too slow.
The way I want to come down her throat holds me hostage.
To cum or not to cum, that is the question.
The sounds she’s making aren’t helping either—long, low whimpers as she shifts under me, wanting to get closer but also trying to relieve herself at the same time.
“You take me so well, firefly. I could spend hours like this,” I grind out, breathless.
“You sucking my dick, showing me how much of a good girl you can be.” My hand runs through her hair before I wrap it in a fist and pick up my pace.
My balls draw up tight, but before I can come, I pull back, my chest heaving with such intensity I’m surprised I can even stand up.
Even after all these years, her mouth wrapped around me is the best feeling ever. Well, that and her cunt.
My dick pops free, and I watch as the drool drips down the sides of her mouth, her mascara running down her cheeks under the blindfold.
She’s a beautiful fucking mess.
“Theo, please don’t make me wait anymore,” she pleads, her thighs clenching under me.
God, I want her. Want to sink myself so far into her I don’t know where either one of us begins or ends… but I refuse to. This little wench of mine needs to learn that we don’t fuck around with her safety… ever.
Moving slowly down her body, I kiss every inch of her. Her neck, collarbone, and in between her luscious tits. I can’t help myself, though, as I take her right nipple into my mouth, sucking hard before gently biting, bracing myself on my arms so as not to crush her.
“Aggghh,” she calls out, her body both simultaneously moving closer and away from me. “Why do you hate me?” she whines, and it just makes me grin.
“Oh, firefly. I don’t hate you… I never did,” I murmur against her flushed skin.
“Then please make me come,” she begs, but I can tell from her tone she’s getting annoyed.
“In a minute,” I reply, taking her nipple back into my mouth, but it's more of a jumbled threat, though, as my mouth is stuffed full again.
“I swear to fucking Christ…” she begins.
I glance up, an audible pop sounding as I release her tit to reply, “Or what, Blake? Doesn’t look like you can do much from where I’m sitting.” I smirk when she pouts, knowing she’s shit out of luck with her threat.
Rolling onto my side, I reach down and run a finger through her slit, gathering her wetness and smearing it across her clit, rubbing in gentle circles. Her hips bow off the bed, chasing my finger. Her mouth parts as her head falls back, her legs spreading wider.
“Kiss me,” she says breathlessly.
“With fucking pleasure,” I growl, wondering how much longer I can last edging her when I’m only edging myself as well.
Gripping her face in my hand, I tilt her toward me and slam my lips onto hers, my tongue invading her mouth. My brain goes into meltdown, and all I can think of is her—the combined smell of us and the taste of her on my tongue.
Drawing back, I say, “Hands and knees, Blake.” She halts for a moment, and I can sense something's going on. It dawns on me why she would hesitate. I cup her cheek gently, leaning in close. “It’s just me, baby. He’s not here. It’s just us.”
I lean across and release one of the cuffs.
She blows out a breath and nods, still wary.
Turning slowly and with difficulty, she lands on her elbows and knees.
Her arm is twisted, but her posture is perfect.
I reach up and move her hair, exposing her neck to me, and when my lips press against the soft skin, I let out a sigh, knowing this woman is everything and then some. She’s so goddamn amazing.
“It’s just me,” I reiterate quietly. “You once told me you’re the only person to hold any power over me, and it’s the same for you. I hold the power here, not him. You tell me to stop, though, and we stop. Understand?”
Blake nods, but I need to hear her say the words.
“Out loud, firefly.”
“Yes, I understand. I’m okay. I’m here with you,” she says, conviction in her tone.
Like I needed to hear those words, my body relaxes. “You’re here with me.”
“Theo,” she whines, her voice coming out light. “I need you so bad. Please, please, please,” she chants, almost delirious with the way I’m edging her.
I chuckle, sitting back on my haunches and taking in my handiwork.
Shit, she looks good enough to eat.
She’s giving me the perfect view of her ass, everything spread wide for me to see.
Dropping to my knees, I press my tongue to the little bundle of nerves, causing her hips to buck.
Her cries spur me on, so I drag my tongue from her clit to her opening and back again until she’s a shaking mess under me.
Even then, I pull back before she can finish.
“Damn it, Theo.” She tries to push herself up, but I’m there, gripping her hips and shuffling on my knees. She fights me until I line myself up with her opening and thrust deep inside her cunt.
Jesus, she feels like heaven.
“You want to come, firefly? Then you’ll come on my fucking cock.
” I deepen my thrusts, making her whole body move forward on the bed.
The room is a cacophony of noises, one that only makes this hotter—her sobs of pleasure, the tinkling of the handcuffs, my breathy grunts, and the bed hitting the headboard in a steady thumping rhythm that matches the snap of my hips against hers.
I’m sweating, trying to prolong the inevitable, but then her pussy clenches around me, strangling my dick in the best way possible and causing my eyes to cross. My balls draw up, my spine tingling, but I try to hold it back until she comes.
I reach my hand around, not being able to last much longer, and stroke her clit as I thrust into her harder. One hand remains on her hip, guiding her back and forth.
“Theo. Don’t stop. Please! Don’t stop,” she cries out, coming harder than I’ve ever seen her come before.
One last thrust and I’m flying over the edge with her, shooting ropes of cum into her spasming cunt. Blake’s body goes limp under me as my chest heaves, and I try to catch my breath.
I reach over and undo the last cuff. She collapses into a heap on the bed, while I throw them down on the floor out of the way. I push the hair out of her face and remove the blindfold, her ass still in the air and dripping with my cum.
Shit, that’s a goddamn sexy ass sight.
Later, Theo. Aftercare first.
Gently scooping her up into my arms, I settle her on my lap. My thighs become sticky, but I couldn’t give less of a shit. My woman needs me right now, especially with the way her eyes have glazed over, and a small smile plays on her lips. I think I might have broken her.
“You okay, firefly?” I ask, brushing her hair back so I can get a good look.
“Mmm,” she hums softly, snuggling into my chest.
I sit with her for a few more minutes, both of us satiated and just enjoying the moment. I whisper nonsensical things into her ear—how amazing she is, how well she took me, and how proud I am of her. Whether she understands is another thing, but I really am proud of her.
Eventually, I pull myself away and settle her back against the pillows.
Blake gazes up at me, her eyes filled with love.
I smile, giving her my own tender look in return.
Placing the covers over her, I walk to the bathroom and clean myself up.
She looks half asleep when I return to her with a warm cloth in hand, but I peel the covers off and begin wiping away the mess we both made.
Part of me hates that I’m cleaning her up.
I want her covered in me so no other man ever goes near her again.
I guess I’ll just have to fuck every hole she has.
Insert maniacal grin.
Throwing the cloth aside, I climb into bed and pull Blake onto my chest. I turn off the lamp, enveloping us in darkness, and the only light is the moon peeking through the curtains. She snuggles into me, breathing deeply.
“Are you okay? I know that must have been really hard for you,” I say, regret and shame filling me. When you’re in the moment, you don’t think, and now I’m feeling pretty shitty that I might have pushed her too far.
“Thank you,” she says, her words catching.
I tilt my head. “Thank you?”
“For putting a new memory in place and erasing the other one.” I grip her tighter as she continues.
“It was hard at first, the night flashing in my head for a brief second, but then you were there, your hands, your voice, your smell, guiding me back to the here and now. So, thank you. Thank you for giving me back that last bit of control I didn’t realize I was missing. ”
I choke up, not realizing Blake needed that as much as I did. “I’ll always let you be you, firefly. You’re the calm to my crazy, and I don’t ever want to be without you again,” I whisper into the dark.
“I don’t ever want to be without you again, either,” she whispers back.
And that’s all I need to finally put my plan into motion.