61. Theo Fairview
Alexa Play: she calls me daddy by KiNG MALA
“You’re just going to leave the whole vacuum on the balcony?” I asked as Cass and I stared at the Dyson she’d used to suck up the biggest spider I’d ever seen in my fucking life.
I can’t believe that thing was in the fucking shower with me… Fuck. Me.
“Yeah… If it’s still alive in there, I don’t want it crawling out and getting revenge on us while we’re sleeping or something.”
“Ew, Cass! Now I’m going to be paranoid all night that the damn bed is full of spiders!” I shuddered as I stared at the vacuum through the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room of Cass’s condo.
Cass glanced at me, her full lips tilting up in an amused smile.
“You’re so cute and feminine right now. I don’t think I’ve ever heard your voice get so high.”
I scowled at her, crossing my arms grumpily over my chest and flexing somewhat intentionally to remind her that I was still a badass… Even though I had a slight issue with creatures of the eight-legged variety.
I’d finally had the good sense to pull on a t-shirt and a loose pair of boxers, so at least I wasn’t hiding behind her soaking wet and naked now… but still… that definitely hadn’t been one of my… cooler moments.
“Am not,” I grumbled, intentionally making my voice lower, but she just laughed.
“You are.” She smiled, pinching my chin and leaning forward to brush a kiss over my lips. “And I think it’s cute as fuck.”
This made me smile, and she pulled back to look at me, her brown eyes shining.
I scoffed, feigning annoyance I didn’t really feel.
“Don’t get used to it, baby girl. That just… caught me off guard.”
Cass shrugged, tightening the silk belt of her robe around her narrow waist.
“I don’t blame you. I don’t like them either.”
I gave her a shy smile, and I brushed her long, dark hair back over her shoulder before leaning in to drop another soft kiss on her cheek.
“But you didn’t let that stop you. You came barreling in there with a gun and a vacuum, ready for war.”
She leaned her forehead against mine and sighed happily as I continued to run my fingers gently through her hair.
“I told you I wouldn’t let anything hurt you, Theo. That includes spiders.”
As silly as this entire situation was, her words sobered something deep inside me. It was a small thing, what she’d done, and from the outside looking in, we probably just looked like two idiots overreacting to a stupid house spider, but…
It was proof, wasn’t it?
Cass hadn’t been lying when she promised to be there for me when I needed her. She was obviously just as afraid of spiders as I was… but still, she’d come running.
The memory of how fearless and determined she’d looked when she’d burst into the bathroom in her gold silk robe, clutching a handgun that she clearly knew how to use…
She’d thought I was being attacked or something, and her first instinct had been to murder whatever it was that was scaring me.
Christ.
What a fucking woman.
Heat pooled low in my gut as my body regulated, and the imminent risk of death by spider faded into the background.
My fingers curled into the roots of her soft hair as I remembered how she’d looked at me before I’d gone to shower. Suddenly, I wanted to tear that pretty robe right off her body.
She must have read my intentions on my face because she gave me a devious smirk before pulling away from me.
“Let me put my gun away before we do… that,” she murmured, dropping a quick kiss on my lips and slipping past me to head back to the guest bedroom. “Also, you missed one of your boxes; there’s still one in the closet in here,” she called back to me, and I frowned, falling in step behind her.
I missed a box?
I’d been pretty sure I’d unpacked all of them already… Unless she was talking about…
Oh, fuck.
My brain made the connection, and I realized what box she was talking about seconds before I stepped into the guestroom.
She was already reaching up to grab it from the top shelf in the closet, and I almost choked in my rush to warn her about its contents before she stumbled upon a bunch of shit I wasn’t sure she was ready for.
“Wait! That’s…”
But it was too late.
She was already setting the box on the bed and popping the lid off to peek at what was inside.
My entire face flushed as I watched her expression slowly turn from mild curiosity to confusion to pure, dark, unadulterated lust.
“Theodora.”
She said my name like an order, though I didn’t know what exactly it was she wanted me to do.
My heart was pounding, and I twisted the hem of my t-shirt nervously through my fingers as she reached into the box to pull out my fucking strap.
Oh god… Fuck… was she going to think it was presumptuous of me to even bring that shit? What had I been thinking!? I should have left it in my guesthouse.
Fuck, fuck, fuck…
I stood there, frozen and unable to formulate words as I watched her run her fingers over the black harness.
Her intelligent eyes took in the design, and I could almost see her putting together how it all worked as she examined the flexible O-ring that was meant to secure a dildo to the jock-style strap.
Her eyes lit up with curiosity when she discovered the tiny pocket in the front that was meant to hold a bullet vibrator, and my mouth went dry as I waited for her to fucking say something.
She glanced at me briefly before returning her attention to the box, her chocolate brown eyes growing dark with lust as she idly perused through the many different options she had at her disposal.
“So many choices…” she hummed before pulling out one of my larger dildos. This one had been cast in the colors of the lesbian flag, and her smile widened as she examined the grinding base of the toy.
“Cass…” My voice came out in a low rasp. Her gaze immediately darted to mine, and I watched in what almost felt like a trance-like state as she slipped into that terrifyingly dominant persona she sometimes defaulted to when we were having sex.
“Put it on,” she ordered, and I swallowed.
“Wh-what?”
“Are you going to make me repeat myself, Theodora?” She gave me an unimpressed look, and I flinched.
“No. No, of course not,” I whispered, rushing forward to take the strap from her. I threaded the silicone dildo into the O-ring and shot Cassandra one last cautious glance before fully committing… Just to make sure she was positive that she wanted to take this next step with me.
Any doubts I had that she might change her mind immediately dissipated as I took in the expression on her face.
She was looking at me like she wanted to take me apart piece by piece… and fuck… did I ever want her to do that. I didn’t even give a shit if she ever put me back together again.
I just wanted her to fucking ruin me, and when she tugged on the knot of her silk robe, revealing to me what she was wearing underneath it, my knees went weak.
Holy shit.
My mouth went dry as I took her in.
She was wearing a see-through crimson lace bra that was so sheer I could see her perfect, dark nipples through the fabric. My gaze helplessly followed the firm but soft lines of her body down to the matching set of panties that were… Oh my fucking god, they were crotchless.
Her bare pussy was framed by red scalloped lace, and the violent color against her tanned skin made my brain temporarily go offline.
“Holy fuck, Cassandra…” I breathed as she let her robe pool in a puddle of liquid gold at her feet.
“I gave you instructions, Theodora. I’m still waiting,” she purred, and I jumped as she stalked toward me, looking lethal and sexy as fuck.
She moved like a jungle cat–every ounce of her just dripping with confidence and sex. She knew how hot she was, and that somehow just made her even more attractive to me.
She curled her fingers in the front of my t-shirt and jerked me into her, causing me to gasp.
“If you make me ask you again, I can promise you, you will regret it.”
Oh my goooooddddd…
Fuck, I was so obsessed with her.
The threat in her tone triggered the part of me that wanted nothing more than to kneel at her damn feet, and my body sprang into action as the overwhelming urge to obey her took over.
Maybe if I were good, she would hurt me the way I so desperately craved…
She’d done it before… She knew what it did to me…
Oh god, I wanted her to hurt me so bad…
With this tantalizing thought zinging through my already subbed-out brain, I dropped my boxers and hastily stepped into the equipped jock, tightening the adjustable waist and thigh straps with shaking fingers.
Once everything was secure, Cass plucked the neck of my t-shirt impatiently.
“Off,” she ordered, and I immediately crossed my arms in front of me and lifted the shirt up over my head.
I was literally panting, and we hadn’t even done anything yet.
Once I was standing naked before her with nothing but the strap-on jutting obscenely out from my hips, she finally gave me an approving smile.
“Good, Theodora,” she hummed, running her fingertips lightly over the length of the dildo as I waited for her to give me another order.
The praise zipped through me, and my knees literally shook with anticipation as I struggled to stay still until she decided what she wanted to do with me.
To my dismay, she turned away from me, and I let out an embarrassingly pathetic whimper as she slowly made her way back to the bed.
“Shh. None of that. Be quiet and stay still. You look so good waiting for me like that, baby,” she murmured, though she wasn’t even looking at me.
Her attention was back on my box of toys, and I watched as she sifted through it before producing a box that I knew held a remote-controlled vibrator.
I’d kept it in the box so I wouldn’t lose the remote that came with it, and I knew as Cass’s eyes lit up with a sinister sort of glee that she’d found what she’d been looking for.
“Mmm. This seems like it’ll fit in your cute little pocket,” she crooned as she tugged the pink pill-shaped vibrator out of the box and tucked the remote into her bra.
“Cass…” I whined as she approached me with that sinister smile on her full lips.