I sank to my knees in front of the mirror, adjusting my hands and knees, eyes on the floor. But I glanced at the mirror just once, and nearly gasped.
The image was so erotic, I knew it would stick with me forever.
Me on my knees with head bowed, the picture of submission, with Theo standing behind me in those perfect slacks and button-down, sleeves rolled to the elbows and hands in his pockets, the picture of casual dominance.
Once my eyes returned to the floor, he stroked my hair slowly. “You’re so pretty when you kneel for me.”
I leaned into his touch, unable to resist both comfort and praise.
“You don’t have to use the mirror if you don’t want to, but it makes it so you can do both tasks at the same time. Ten minutes a day for the first two weeks. Kneeling, getting used to kneeling, and training your throat for us.”
Heat gathered between my legs, and I locked my muscles so I didn’tlook at the mirror to see if it was visible. Why was the casual expectation of obedience the thing that made me melt?
Because I liked the rules. If I knew the rules I couldn’t mess up. Just as Theo had pointed out.
“What should this training look like?” I asked.
He knelt behind me. “I’ll show you.”
The feeling of his fingers sliding along my scalp to grip my hair was amazing. “You could just do that and I’d be purring if I could.”
“I’ll have to remember that. Use it when I need you to melt for me.”
I met his eyes in the mirror. “Really?”
Theo flexed his hand, tightening and releasing, as sadness passed over his face. “I fucking hate that you feel the need to ask that.”
My shoulders curved on instinct, and suddenly the rest of him was wrapped around me. “No. Absolutely not.” His voice was nothing but command. “The reason I hate that you have to ask is because it tells me you haven’t had enough people in your life who cared to learn you. Not that you asked the question.” He lifted my head and collided our gazes through the mirror. “Do you believe me?”
The sting of rejection had been so fast and sharp, I hadn’t even had a chance to think about it. Theo took away the sting before I could second-guess anything. Because he saw me. Heheardme even when I didn’t speak.
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Good. Open.”
With our eyes still locked, he slowly pushed me onto the dildo. Until it was almost too far, and my eyes started to water. “For the ten minutes, I want you to take it as far as you can comfortably hold it.
“Then I want you to push further. Not too much. Don’t hurt yourself. Stay there until you can’t hold it anymore, and then rest. Repeat that until the ten minutes are up. Can you do that for me?”
I absolutely could and would. All I wanted was to be perfect for them. He pulled me back until I could speak. “Yes, Sir.”
“You’re so good for me,” he whispered, kissing my cheek. “Stunning.”
My whole body shuddered with the praise.
Theo shifted behind me, and his phone hit the carpet with a soft thump. “Want me to help you this first time?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Without another word, he opened the stopwatch on his phone and hit start. I opened my mouth and let him guide me. My eyes weren’t even open.
His second hand curled around my throat. So he could feel if we went that deep, I realized. We reached as far as I could go and then went past it. Just enough. I held it until I thought I couldn’t anymore, and Theo kept me there a few more seconds before I breathed.
“That was great.” He kissed my neck and locked eyes with me in the mirror once more. “Again.”
This time I didn’t look away. I kept my eyes on his, and the rest of the world slipped away. Theo fucked me onto the dildo over and over, softly praising me every time he released. It barely felt like seconds when he pulled me off the final time and into his embrace. “That’s ten minutes.”
I turned and snuggled further into him.
