“Do I have a choice?”
“No.”
“Then yes.”
16
AINSLEY
I opened the door to Theon’s bedroom and was immediately greeted by the scent of him—dark, heady and unmistakably male. The space itself was larger than I expected, but it felt even more enclosed with the huge bed dominating the room, easily taking up half the space. The inviting bed was draped in dark and white sheets, looking like the kind of place where he’d spend hours tangled up, lost in thought or...something else.
Two doors stood at opposite ends of the room, one likely leading to a closet and the other to a bathroom. Between the shadows cast by the low lighting, I could make out a sleek desk littered with tangled cords, two monitors flashing quietly in a corner, and what looked like dismantled electronics laid out in precise order.
The room had a calculated order to it, but it wasn’t the kind of cleanliness that came from someone who cared about appearances. No, this was the room of someone who needed everything exactly where it should be, someone who controlled his space like he controlled everything else in his life. It was... methodical, a reflection of him.
Footsteps sounded behind me and I looked back to see him shutting the door. When he turned, my heart hit my throat.
In his left hand was a rope, and a little lower was his big bulge that had knocked my senses out of my head when he pressed it against my centre. I thought if I fucked myself hard enough with that toy, my horny self would go to sleep. But seeing the fantasy I’d played in my mind stand before me, hiseyes lustful and his erection against me, my arousal multiplied tenfold.
I had said I would go naked if he told me to, but as he stalked towards me while untying the ropes, I took a step back.
“What is that?”
He stopped in front of me. “You agreed with the package I come with.”
I eyed the ropes again. “What’s...the package?”
He lifted it for me to take a good look at it. “Ropes and restraint.”
My inside melted, liquid pooling between my legs. Here I was, thinking I couldn’t get wetter. Only the sound of that made me want to jump on the bed. But my heart was racing for another reason. Restraining me meant losing control. I never doubted the possibility of Theon being controlling in bed, actually, it was impossible to picture him doing anything less. As much as I wanted to give him control, it scared me a bit. An exciting fear.
He closed in like a predator, his size taunting. I stared up at him, not bothering to hide the fear he must see so well.
“I can’t make love to you. It’s impossible when you’re too far deep in my bones.”
Theon looked absolutely not like himself. “So...what is it you’re going to do?”
“I’m going to let go of my control and fuck you so bad you’d think I’m trying to flush you out of my system.”
Holy shit.
With a rope. Damn.
“Undress,” he ordered as he moved past me to one of the doors. He opened the one to the closet. It was not a big space, for someone like him at least. But it was wide enough to walk seven feet, his clothes stacked to each side of the wall. His back was tome, opening a drawer as he said, “Repeating myself comes with a price...or punishment.”
My stomach clenched, and I began to undress, noticing the swell and wetness as I moved my legs. What had gotten me wet at first was his own perspective of me. When he called me his myth. A myth. Someone had to value you a lot to view you in that way. Yes, I’d always been aware of Theon’s affection, but it always got me everytime he confessed it.
It always made me feel like there was something about myself that I didn’t know. Maybe I was a discarded angel who fell from the sky and the only human who had witnessed that fall that took my memory away was him.
By the time he turned and got out of the closet, I was already undressed, and his eyes were on me as he dropped something on the bed.
Something that made my mouth run dry.
When he stalked towards me, I swept my eyes to him, knowing this was about to become a crazy night. Why did I feel like he wanted to punish me for having him wait for so long? Because that would explain the rope and vibrator.
My thighs clenched as he stood in front of me and palmed the back of my head, staring down into my eyes.
“Am I about to be completely yours?” I asked, thankful my voice didn’t shake for wanting this to begin so badly. I’d seen this in several highly rated movies to leave me wondering how it felt. And receiving it from Theon was enough to make me start salivating, my ovulation doing nothing to help.
