Chapter Twenty-four — Trinity
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
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TRINITY
It was a while before I heard Theo’s footsteps approaching his room. I’d curled up in his chair while wearing his shirt. And now that I was here and waiting, I didn’t have the same anxiety.
He was right. It was just him and me. We had our safe words, and I trusted that he would stop if I asked. He was my scent match. Even if I couldn’t yet feel it, they would never hurt me on purpose.
Theo’s eyes found me as soon as he entered the room, taking in everything. He groaned softly. “You look good in my clothes.”
“Felt right.”
“I promise you’ll be in my clothes again,” he said. Lifting me, he rearranged us so we were both in the chair together before taking the shirt off me and tossing it aside.
“Why not now?”
Theo pulled my legs across his, keeping a firm grip on my thigh. “Because right now, me dressed and you naked is a very clear and easy way for you to feel the power exchange.”
He wasn’t wrong. The scratch of his jeans and the heat of his body through clothes painted the stark and brutal difference.
“Eventually we won’t have to talk about every little thing, because we’ll have learned it. It can feel overwhelming in the beginning, I know.”
“That’s an understatement.”
Theo pulled me in and kissed me. It anchored me and allowed me to relax into him and start to let go of everything that had happened. Just be here.
“We’re going to have fun,” he murmured. “And start your training.”
The good kind of anticipation curled in my gut. “Training?” Why did I sound so breathy?
“Mmhmm.” His fingers drifted over the back of my thigh slowly. Lazily. It felt decadent to be draped over him naked. I didn’t have to worry about anything because he was doing the worrying for us.
“Your list said you liked rules. Liked the idea of being trained. I like those things too.”
“What kind of training?”
“I haven’t decided yet.” Then he smirked. “But that doesn’t matter, does it? The thought of being trained into my perfect little submissive turns you on.”
Slowly, he moved a hand between my legs, confirming his theory with the slickness he found there. The touch was gentle. Not meant to arouse. At least not yet.
“I don’t know why,” I managed. “Why I like the idea of it.”
“Because the idea of a space where there are black and white rules is appealing. You won’t have to wonder if you’re doing something right. You will know. And if you don’t, I’ll be there to command you.”
Something about the word command had my back arching. His fingers didn’t speed up, still exploring at his maddening pace.
“That’s what we all saw when we looked at your list.”
“What?” Between his fingers and the closeness of him, the delicious, almond scent of him, the way my arousal began to ache, I wasn’t processing his words.
“We saw that you want structure. That you crave the ability to give up control. You’re desperate for it.” I tensed, and he shook his head. “It’s not a bad thing, sweetheart. You want what we want to give, remember? It’s why you like the idea of it. And there’s nothing wrong with that.”
It was hard to let go of that fear of judgment. Even with them. But he was right.
“Are you ready to learn?”
“What am I learning?”
Those infernal fingers kept moving slowly, turning my body into his accomplice. The faint pleasure from his touch wasn’t enough, so my body closed the distance. I grew warmer and needier with each lazy circle.
Theo’s voice was a little darker. The tone made me want to close my eyes and obey so I could hear him tell me I did it right. “You’ll know when I choose to tell you, Omega, not before.”
Fully letting go felt different. A shift that made me dizzy.
It set me down gently in a place of comfort and submission.
Of need so sharp I was suddenly pulling at any part of him I could reach.
My breath came in short, desperate pants.
Theo’s middle finger teased my clit so lightly I was rocking my hips trying to get closer.
“I don’t think so.” He moved his hand back to my thigh.
All I could do was moan.
Theo chuckled. Then he placed his lips against my ear, the motion raising chills all over my skin. His whisper made me shudder. “You okay?”
Not even ten minutes, and this Alpha had me on the verge of coming undone in the best way. I could barely form words, let alone describe how this really felt. It was a miracle I could speak at all. “Yeah.”
An even softer whisper. “Get on your knees.”
I slid off his lap and onto the floor in front of the chair, onto my knees.
“Here.” He turned me, guiding me to kneel next to his legs, leaning against them.
The question asking him what I was meant to do was on the tip of my tongue. I held it back. He would tell me. “You can sit more comfortably for a second.”
I shifted off my knees, leaning into his legs. It felt strange, but oddly settling to be leaning against him like this. “Do you feel comfortable?”
“Yeah. Mostly.”
“Mostly?”
Snuggling into his leg, I shivered a little. “I get cold easily.”
His head came down on top of my head, stroking my hair. “You can always be here. Anytime you need it, with any of us, whether you have clothes on or not, whether you’re wrapped in a blanket, it doesn’t matter. If you feel like you need to sit like this, you can.”
I turned a little so I could see him. “Why would I need to?”
“Only you can decide that. But it’s always an option. I want it to be a safe place for you.”
“Okay.” I set it aside to examine later.
“Sit back on your knees,” he instructed, and I obeyed. “Shoulders back, knees open.”
Shifting on the carpet was slower. He reached down and tapped my inner thigh. “Wider. Hands palm up on your thighs, eyes on the floor.”
I’d seen this position before, and fuck me, there must be something in the DNA of this pose, because I felt it. I didn’t know how long I would be able to stay like this—I wasn’t used to kneeling—but it settled me into this headspace with a smoothness I loved.
“We’ll call this first position.”
“Does it have another name?”
“Not consistently. People call it different things. But I like it.” His hand still low from tapping my thigh, he brushed his thumb over my exposed clit. “I can see how wet I’m making you.”
His words only made that true.
“Now lace your hands together behind your head, head up, back arched.”
The position pushed my breasts forward like an offering, and now I could see him and the warm approval in his gaze. “This is second position. And you already know what to do when I tell you to present. Can you remember these?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He scooped a hand behind my neck and hauled me closer, slamming his mouth to mine. He sucked my tongue into his mouth and consumed me. No room to accept anything other than his kiss.
“Tell me what you want,” he ordered.
“I thought it was up to you?”
“It is. But just because I’m in control doesn’t mean I’ll always overrule what you want.
” A smile. “This is about all of us getting what we need, not the four, or… five of us now, I guess, taking everything from you and ignoring the rest. It’s okay to ask for things, even if the answer might be no. ”
Oh. All right. That was good. “What if I don’t know what I want?”
“That’s fine too.”
“Then I don’t know what I want.”
“You can drop your arms. Do you not know what you want, or do you know what you want and don’t want to say it?”
I rolled my shoulders, loosening them, and not looking at him. Wild anxiety and discomfort hovered in my chest. That feeling of being out of place and not knowing what was right or what to do which had followed me my entire life.
Would there be times when I knew what I needed? Sure. Yes. Probably. But all I felt right now was overwhelm, and I didn’t have the right words. “I just…” I dropped my head. “I just don’t want to think about anything.”
Theo tilted my face up so I was looking at him. I wanted to let my gaze slide away, but I didn’t. His thumb brushed my lower lip in a move that had no right to be as hot as it was.
He searched my face for a while. No judgment. And up close he was so fucking beautiful. That thumb moved back and forth slowly, my entire world hinging on that movement.
“You want to be used?”
My entire body went hot with embarrassment, but I had to tell the truth. “Yes.”
The hand cradling my jaw moved to my throat and pulled me in for another kiss. “Take first position next to the bed.”
Nothing sounded better right now than obeying his instructions.
I heard the rustle of fabric nearby. The clink of a belt buckle.
Soft footsteps on the carpet. This time, he wasn’t clothed.
Every inch of his lean physique on display, along with his pierced cock.
Different from Bastian’s, his piercing was at the tip.
Theo cupped a hand under my chin and lifted my face. “Still good?”
Frustration burst through me, and before I could answer, an amused smile crossed his face. “You just want to be told what to do and do it.”
I nodded eagerly. Yes. One thing where I didn’t have to think or decide or care. Or be checked in with. Order me. Make me yours.
He pressed the tip of his cock and that piercing against my lips. “Open.”
The way he slid across my tongue and deeper had me closing my eyes. He tasted like soap and also like him. Pure, sweet almonds. Like having cookies at Christmas. I closed my mouth over him and sucked him deeper.
“Fuck me,” Theo said, hips bucking forward. This wasn’t in my repertoire of sexual things I was good at, but I would take it. He hadn’t told me to do anything but open, so I didn’t do anything more than suck on what I could reach and bask in the glow.
“I was going to teach you exactly how I like it, but I don’t know if I can last that long the first time.” He leaned down and pulled me off his cock, kissing me hard and deep without hesitation. “Fuck, you’re beautiful. Keep your throat open.”