My chest heaves up and down. He hasn’t even freaking touched me yet, and I’m about to combust. Luckily, Oscar is down the hall and sleeps like the dead. Ido notwant him walking in on this.
“Did you lock the door?” I manage to get out over my breathlessness.
“I did. Now, be a good girl and lie still,” he murmurs before reaching for the bedside table.
I tilt my head to the side, watching what he does. His face gives nothing away as he rummages around, looking for whatever it is he needs. Finally, his hand comes away with a blindfold and a pair of handcuffs.
Jesus fucking Christ, I’m definitely in trouble.
But my traitorous pussy rubs her hands in glee, ready and waiting for what he has in store. My nipples pebble in anticipation, and my mouth dries.
Theo sits up on his knees, drops the handcuffs on the bed, and leans forward. I eye the blindfold like it’s my enemy. I don’t like not being able to see what’s happening, but I trust him… I think.
He doesn’t utter a word as he gently lifts my head and places the blindfold on. My breathing gets faster when darkness surrounds me. Everything suddenly seems louder—the ticking ofthe clock on the wall I’ve only just noted, the rustle of the sheets as I shift around. I don’t know how much more I can cope with.
Next come the handcuffs. I hear them clinking together as he holds them, the thought scaring me yet exciting me at the same time.
I clench my thighs together, the ache between them becoming unbearable. At this rate, even just one touch to any part of my body will have me detonating like fireworks on the Fourth of July. But I think that’s what he’s after. Either that or he wants to kill me slowly with orgasms.
I’m going to die from orgasms, I know it.
He places the cuffs on my wrists, not too tight but enough that when I pull, I can’t move very far. My breath quickens into soft, short bursts. The bed dips, and I know he’s left. He could be sitting in the chair in the corner of the room, leaving me here for hours, or he could be going to get something and will be back within minutes. Who knows.
The silence is deafening as I lie here, waiting, wondering. I tug on the cuffs, hoping by magic they’ll release, but no such luck. A creak in the floorboards has me stopping to holding my breath. My clit only throbs harder, my nipples so hard they could cut glass.
A hand starts at my ankle, gently gliding across my skin. I’m so alert to my surroundings that even through my clothes I can feel his touch as if he were caressing my bare skin. My back bows off the bed, desperately seeking more.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he whispers. “Needy girls don’t get to come.”
I can’t help myself as I fire back, “You’re a fine one to talk.”
A slap to the side of my breast has me clamping my mouth closed. The tingle from his hand reverberates through my body. I pant, caught between wanting to push him more to see what he’ll do and keeping quiet.
A tug on the hem of my T-shirt has me freezing in place. His hands glide up the side of my body, taking the shirt with it. My back bows automatically to help him remove it, but the cuffs are there. Theo tucks the shirt under my chin, my bra-covered breasts now exposed to him.
I feel his hands tugging at my jeans, so I lift my hips to help, my matching black thong on show. I can hear the soft thud of my jeans landing on the floor before Theo’s right back on me, his head between my thighs, inhaling deeply again.
My pussy aches for him, throbbing with an intensity that takes my breath away, shouting,Please, please, touch me. I’d say the words out loud, but I’m pretty sure he’d just edge me further to elongate the torture.
A finger glides ever so slowly up the seam of my lace-covered entrance. My legs part of their own accord, allowing him better access. Theo gently pushes my thong to the side, and I sigh at the cool air hitting my clit. I bite my lip, desperately trying to hold back the plea that’s on the tip of my tongue—just fuck me already.
As if he heard me, he inserts a finger so achingly slow I can’t help but let out a loud moan.
Finally!
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 onlyIcan give her.
