I remain where I am, still trembling. My chest is rising and falling rapidly as I watch him walk over to the nearest window. Leaving the lights plugged in, he starts removing the strand from where it’s taped to the perimeter of the window, winding the strand to keep it from tangling. I’m transfixed, watching as the muscles in his forearm bunch with the movements.
“Come here.”
“Is this a trick to get me to move and then you get to spank me?” I tease, pressing my back more firmly against the door.
“That mouth of yours is going to do that for you,” he responds, finally turning his head toward me. I bite my lower lip to keep from smirking. He raises his eyebrows at me, then growls, “Now, Noelle.”
Feeling feisty, I give him a mock salute and quip, “Yes, sir.”
I push away from the door, moving slowly toward him. He directs me to stand in front of him so that I’m facing the window. It’s frosted at the edges from the cold outside. The snow is coming down harder than before, the heavy, fat flakes making it almost impossible to see to the street beyond.
Theo presses his chest into my back, one hand snaking up to wrap around my throat from behind. His fingers are firm, but not tight enough to hurt or to fully restrict my oxygen. It’s primal and sexy and so unlike the Theo that I’ve known all my life. It’s thrilling. The trembling intensifies as his other hand manacles one of my wrists, pulling it behind my back, before reaching for the other one.
His fingers tighten slightly around my throat and then his lips move along my hairline as his breath ghosts over the shell of my ear. “I may be the goofy guy that no one takes seriously out there, Noelle, but when we’re in here, I need you to understand that I know what I want and I will have what I want. And right now, I’m dying to tie you up and fuck you seven ways to Sunday.” His teeth nip at a spot along my neck below my ear and I can’t stop the gasping, throaty moan that leaves me. Holy shit. My lower body clenches with anticipation. “I can’t wait to feel you come, to hear it, to watch it.”
“Oh my god, Theo.” I’m practically panting from arousal. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I tilt my head back against his shoulder. He presses his hardness against my ass and I can’t stop myself from grinding my hips against him. Theo Collins is a filthy talker and it’s making me fuckingmelt.
The hand that is manacling both of my wrists behind my back shifts at the same time that he releases my throat. The heat of him at my back disappears as he steps back slightly, and then my mouth drops open when I feel it; he winds the strand of still lit Christmas lights around my wrists. He continues, twining the strand around my arms, then across my body, down my thighs,until I’m tied up completely. I glance down my body as he works, the colorful bulbs lighting against my skin. Raising my eyes, I follow his movements in the reflection of the dark window, the lights showing up starkly in the dark.
“Guess you were right about Santa kidnapping me tonight, huh?” I ask on a nervous giggle, my eyes tracking him in the reflection in the window. I wiggle my wrists, testing the rigidity of the lights bound around them. He’s got me tied up good and tight, though I realize he must know what he’s doing because they’re not too tight. Jealousy streaks through me and my mouth opens before I can stop it, the words biting as they fall out of me. “Do I want to know how you got so good at this?”
“Boy scouts,” is all he says from behind me, but his hand is back at my throat now, collaring it and turning my face toward his. I’m not entirely sure I believe him. He smirks. “Who’s jealous now, Angel?”
I reach for his mouth with mine, then whine when he pulls back before I can kiss him. “Theo.”
“I told you that smart mouth of yours was going to get you into trouble,” he murmurs, trailing his mouth down the side of my neck, before sinking his teeth into the meaty part of my shoulder. I cry out at the sharp pain, but then his tongue is soothing it and I can’t stop from shaking against the bonds that are holding me captive. “You’ve been naughty all night, Noelle. Get on your knees. I’m going to show you what happens to brats.”
His hand is still firmly clasped around my throat as I lower to my knees, and then he’s moving around me, standing in front of me. With my hands firmly tied behind my back, I can’t touch any of him, and I hate it. He tips my face up with a finger beneath my chin as he ducks, pressing his mouth to mine, before he straightens.
“Pull your cock out, I want to see it,” I breathe, my gaze fixed on the hard bulge behind his underwear. He chuckles from above me and I raise my eyes to his, glaring. “What?”
“It’s just funny, that you think you’re going to call the shots,” he whispers, his blue eyes taunting. “You don’t get to top from the bottom, Angel.”
Oh. Fuck.
“For that, you don’t get to see what’s about to happen,” he murmurs, stepping back away from me. He pushes on my shoulders until I’m no longer on my knees, but resting with my butt on the backs of my heels. My heart picks up it’s pounding in my chest. “The more you brat, Noelle, the harder this is going to be for you.”
I watch as he walks away, back toward the door. He plucks a scarf from the row of hooks by the door, sliding the soft material through his fingers as he returns, standing behind me again. He tips my head back, leaning over me to kiss me fiercely again, leaving me breathless. Then he’s sliding the scarf over my eyes, securing it behind my head so that I’m completely blindfolded, and the only thing I can do is listen, now. It’s terrifying and thrilling, handing him this power over me.
My ears strain, listening for him. The rustle of fabric, and then the sound of skin on skin, a low groan. My mouth parts, and my imagination goes haywire. Is he stroking his cock? Fuck, I wish I could see.
“Here’s what’s going to happen, Angel,” he whispers, his voice so low and guttural it sends shivers down my body. My nipples are hard, straining against the lace of my bralette. I hear a jingle, then startle when something cold and metal is placed in my palm. A jingle bell off the mini tree. “You’re going to hold onto that tight. I’m going to fuck this smart mouth, and you’re going to take all of it, aren’t you?” I nod, moaning at his filthy words. My thong is soaked, I’m so wet and aching. “You werenaughty, Noelle. So now you’re tied up and blindfolded, and with my cock between these lips—” his fingers trail over my mouth and I open instinctively, “—you won’t be able to talk. That bell in your hand is your call. If you need a breath, or for me to stop, you ring that bell, understood?”
I nod again, and he chuckles from above me.
“Such a greedy girl,” he rasps, and I sigh out another moan. Good god, the mouth on this man. “Open for me.”
I drop my jaw and stick out my tongue, which earns me a growling, guttural groan from Theo in appreciation.
“Such a pretty sight,” he whispers, and then the tip of his cock is at my waiting tongue. “Lick it, Noelle. Put that smart mouth to good use.”
Normally, I would bristle at the derogatory command, but coming from Theo, in that desperate rasp, I’m lost, and all I want to do is exactly what he’s telling me to do. Wrapping my lips around him, I moan as he sinks in. His hands bracket my head, holding me still as he moves, slow, shallow thrusts. I swirl my tongue around the head of him, earning another low groan. I clutch the bell in my hand, curling my fingers around it tightly so it doesn’t make a sound. Hallowing my cheeks, I suck him in and moan around him as the tip touches the back of my throat. I relax my throat, allowing him deeper as he picks up pace, his fingers tightening in my hair.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans low. His fingers sweep along my cheek then down to my chin, tenderly, almost reverently. It’s a direct contradiction to the dominant nature that seems to be coming out to play. His fingers glide along my bottom lip. “Goddamn, you look so good like this. I love watching these lips take my cock. Can you take all of it?” I try to nod, humming around him. He pushes deeper, making me gag before he pulls back slightly, allowing me to breathe. “Good girl, good girl. Take a breath. Try again?”
I nod, and when he pushes deep this time, I’m ready for him, relaxing my throat. His guttural, fierce growl from above me makes me practically feral. God I wish I could see him. I want to touch him. I’m so wet I’m aching, and I clench my thighs together to try and relieve the painful ache there. I want him to touch me. I need to come.
“Jesus Christ, Noelle,” he pants, pulling back so that he can thrust shallowly again. “You needy thing. Look at you, you’re so wet, aren’t you? You love taking this cock down your throat?” I nod again. He grunts, thrusting long and slow. “I want to keep fucking your mouth but I don’t want to come yet. I want to come with my cock in that greedy pussy.”
