I do exactly as he says. I start to roll my hips in tandem with his licks, and it matches perfectly, hitting all the right spots that I need it to. I’m on the edge, so close I’m about to fall off the cliff, and just as I’m about to, he stops.
“Fuck. I need you on my cock. Now.” He gets more aggressive with his touch, standing and walking me to the seated part of the shower. “You are going to ride me. It will be easier to adjust from this position.”
Suddenly, that bold vixen from just moments ago goes back into hiding. “Theo, I can’t do that.”
“You can, and you will.” He sits, his cock large and erect, and our difference in weight is highly apparent in this moment. “Hanna. I’m not going to change all the sinful ways I’m going to take you just because you think I can’t handle it. I want your body. I want your cunt, and I need it now. So be a good girl and come sit on this cock.” My eyes widen, my legs rubbing together.
“Dirty talk. Is that the trick? Does my puppet like that?”
I nod, blushing.
“Good to know. Now, here.” He uses his middle and index finger to signal me to him, and I walk on shaky legs, uneven steps and all, but I do it. I place one hand on his shoulder, the taut muscle warm and thick. He places his hand on my hip and the other on my opposite leg to help me straddle him.
“Slowly. You need to go slow,” Theo instructs.
“I can do that.” I’ve only ever had sex once, and it wasn’t an experience worth remembering. Not only did it hold zero pleasure, but it also held the most malicious of pain.
Using one hand, he aligns his cock with my center and lowers me with his hand on my hip. When the first inch enters, we both let out a breath. My eyes peer at him beneath hooded lids, and he is watching me, not taking his gaze from me. I match that look; it’s the only thing helping me keep up this façade that I’m not wildly intimidated by his perfection and my flaws meeting face to face.
“You feel so damn good, puppet. Take some more. You’re taking me so well.”
“You feel really big,” I admit.
“I am. You’ll appreciate that when you get used to it.” He winks.
“Cocky.”
He grins. “Exactly.”
I roll my eyes and let him help me take a few more inches. The stretch and the pull, it’s like mania. You are caught in the high, unable to come down.
“Good girl. Almost all the way. You have the tightest cunt.”
I have always heard that word and associated it with all the things you should never use it for. Never did I think about how good it would sound coming from his deep timbre. He rubs and squeezes at the fat on my hip and stomach. I feel a brief moment of insecurity, but then he moans, kneading it deeper. And suddenly, that skin I usually find repulsive is being used as a sexual and desirable thing. And I can’t help but, dare I say…feel absolutely beautiful.
“I don’t know how to do what’s next,” I tell him when he is fully inside. Trying not to read too much more into his touch. I can’t go there.
“First, you’re going to adjust, giving it a minute, then you will let me control your hips.”
“Okay.”
“Tell me what you feel. I need words too.”
“You feel good. I want more. I want it all,” I admit.
“You look so fucking sexy on top of me. I’m going to need this view in my everyday routine.”
I shake my head. “You don’t know if I’ll be any good at it,” I counter.
“That’s the best part. Nothing better than teaching you how to take cock like a good puppet.”
“You call me puppet a lot. And greens,” I point out.
“Get used to it. Ready?”
I nod. Both his hands are on my hips, and he does what he said he would. Controls them, pulling me forward and lifting me up, then down.
“Now, I want you to roll your hips back and forth when I bring you down.”
“Okay.” I nod, putting all my trust into him. He lifts me up the length of him, and I swear I feel every outline, vein, and inch. And when he pulls me back down, I do as he says, and the sound he releases has my core tightening. I have never felt more powerful over not only my body but a man’s.
“That’s what a man needs. That’s what I like. You have power here. You see that, don’t you?”
I nod, too drunk on the pleasure to speak.
“Words.”
“Yes, I feel it.”
“But make no mistake, puppet—you have power, but I have control.”