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 isappealing. 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.
