Her Shadows, His Secrets

I used to dread this. Arms around me. It was like a grenade being tossed into the pit of my stomach. But when it’s him, it feels like I’m a part of him, something he needs to cling to in order to breathe. He always told me about the control he has to have, and now I’m the center of that control but with something more, a deep, deep need to be the core of his obsession. He massages the fat on my stomach, kneading it, then moves his hand to my neck and moves my hair so he can kiss and lick slowly at the column.

“Theo, I have to get ready,” I tell him, smiling and placing my hands on his and letting my head fall back on his shoulder. Moving his lips from my neck, he places his chin on my shoulder, reaching his hand down my thighs, rubbing softly at the skin.

“I need you to need me right now. Please, baby,” he begs me, and that’s not something he usually does.

Turning, I grow worried. I clasp my hands on his jaw and peer up into his soft brown eyes. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

He keeps touching me, all the spots that make me most insecure but have slowly learned to let him have access to without stopping him. “No, just that I want you and need you. You look so beautiful. God, look at your gorgeous ass in my hands.”

I peer over my shoulder at our reflection and watch him grasp two handfuls of my ass that is covered in cellulite. It may be big and round, but it’s filled with indentations, and Theo eats… it… up.

“I’m addicted. I feel like I need to be this close. Fucking inside here.” He leans in and kisses my chest, above my heart. Theo never had this in him, truly, but just like he flipped my world on its axis, I did the same for him.

Something I learned about Theo—he needs me close. So close most would find it suffocating, but for me—I thrive on it. His obsession with me makes us feel vital to one another.

“Where do you want me?” I know he needs me, needs to be inside me, and I want that just as much.

“Bed, now.” I look at him as I walk away, and he bites his lip, taking in the sight of me. I start to remove the sexy bodysuit, but he halts me. “Leave it on. I want to fuck you in it.”

My core tightens, my stomach coiling into knots. God. He makes me mad with lust. I get to the bed and stand on one side as he stands on the other. We face one another, intensely staring as I wonder what to do next, but I’m no fool. I see it in his eyes. He has a plan, and it’s a sinister one.

“Nightstand drawer. My knife, get it out.”

I swallow thickly, my legs beginning to tremble. “What am I going to do with that?”

He gives me a sly grin. “Whatever you want, puppet. You are in control tonight. Use that control wisely. I won’t give it away often.” I look at the H I already carved into the V of his waist a year ago. He gets naked and crawls on the bed, lying there bare and waiting for me to make the next move.

“You want me to mark you?” I ask with a shaky voice.

“If you want to, you can do that again. You can do whatever.”

I nod slowly, looking at the blade, the shiny silver a stark contrast in my innocent hands. I’m still new to a lot of the things Theo likes, in and out of the bedroom, and knife play is one of them. But I can’t say I hate it. Then it comes to me. The day he used the knife to get me off, then made me declare his ownership over me.

Slowly, I climb on the bed and straddle him. Immediately, his hands go to my thick thighs, and he kneads the skin. It feels good, but I can’t let that distract me.

“Move my bodysuit to the side, Theo. Show my pussy to your big cock.”

“Fuck,” he growls, aroused by my orders. Even I am, but dirty talk is a personal favorite of mine, and what else? Control. Being able to control the man deemed uncontrollable.

He does as I say, and when he does, I take the blade to his neck. “Now, fuck me and tell me you’re mine, Theo. Tell me I own you. And that you belong to me.”

He tilts his head up when the blade touches the scruff and skin of his neck, and he chuckles and licks his lips. “You fucking insane little slut. I knew you would thrive in this.”

I nod and lift, careful that the blade doesn’t cut him; that’s not my plan. I just want the dominance for once. To see a man crumble and quake in my hands for once in my life.