Gentleman Sinner

‘Please, Theo, please, I’ll do anything.’ My voice is ragged and distressed.

Swirling his tongue around my suffering nipple, he licks it back to life. ‘You taste so good.’ Another thrust of his groin and a quick, teasing dip of his cock into my wetness reminds me of what I’m begging for.

‘Please,’ I gasp, hating the satisfaction he’s getting from my begging. He smirks, victorious, and then lifts from my body and gets up off the bed. I watch, horrified, as his long legs eat up the distance between the bed and the door and he disappears through it. What? He’s leaving me here? Making me wait? For how long? I lose my shit, flailing on the bed like a deranged woman. ‘Theo!’ I yell, over and over, until my throat is sore and my lungs are burning from exhaustion. I could cry, my emotions getting the better of me. I’ve finally succumbed to him, given in to his allure and relentlessness, and now he’s leaving me here after working me up into a pent-up mass of need? How? How is he doing this, not just to me, but to himself?

‘Theo.’ His name is a despondent whisper as I relax my strung muscles and slump on the bed, willing my body to pipe down, to stop singing with craving. I’m exhausted but far from satisfied, tied to a bed in a Vegas hotel room while the man who has infiltrated my head and my life is out there doing . . . I look at the door. What is he doing?

Resting my head back, I close my eyes and try not to think of the fact that I actually feel like a whore, though he’s yet to fuck me like one. Is this a game to him? It feels like it, because if he were as desperate as he claims, he’d currently be buried inside me and sating both our needs. I never imagined I’d beg for sex. I never imagined myself at the mercy of a man’s power ever again. Yet there’s something utterly wonderful about being at Theo’s mercy. And his power over me is welcome.

I don’t know how long I’m here, helpless and longing, but my exhaustion begins to get the better of me, and I start to drift in and out of consciousness. It could be an hour, maybe two. I don’t know, but it feels like a year. My breathing is finally level and my heartbeat normal. I see only Theo in my darkness. I still feel an unfathomable craving hijacking me, even if it’s been doused with a lot of madness. Insane. He said he’d send me insane, and he has.

The bed dips beside me, stirring me, and I flip my eyes open. Theo is straddling me again, looking down at me quietly. ‘How painful was it?’ he asks. ‘How frustrating? How much do you want me all over you?’

‘You’ve made your point,’ I croak, looking away defiantly.

‘So you won’t push me away again?’

‘No,’ I spit, clenching my teeth.

‘Good girl.’ He shuffles down the bed, getting his legs between mine. I want to remain moody and defiant, but when I feel his erection back where I want it to be, my body comes alive again, nerves screaming, like he’s flipped a switch and cranked up the volume. I pull against the straps, this time steadily rather than jerkily, holding them taut and using them as leverage for my tight muscles. He’s hovering there, holding himself up on his solid arms, tinkering on the edge of penetration. I’ve learned begging will get me nowhere, so though it kills me, I wait for him, my breaths shallow, my body twitching. The small bunch of nerves in my clit pound, drowning in the wetness of my desire.

I know the moment he’s going to enter me because his neck veins bulge in preparation. My back bows as he slowly and lazily plunges, stretching me wide, depriving me of breath. The discomfort has my hips shifting beneath him, trying to get accustomed to his length and girth. Oh, Jesus. I start to tremble. ‘More?’ he asks, his voice like gravel, his hips pulsing, needing to push on further. I nod and he slides in that little bit more. Not all the way, but it’s still painful. ‘More?’ he asks again, circling a little now, trying to stretch me.

‘Wait.’ I swallow, my eyes glued to his. And he does. He stills, watching me, as if he knows listening to me right now is important. It is. And he knows how grateful I am for his easy acceptance. I can see it in his gaze.

‘Just tell me when.’

I nod and breathe through the next roll of his hips. ‘All the way.’

‘You sure?’

I nod, so sure, and he glides forward measuredly with a loud curse, throwing his head back. I cry out in pain, and he freezes, fully submerged, panting. The need to close my legs overwhelms me, my ankles kicking against the restraints as I yell at the ceiling. I groan, overcome with the pressure of his size filling me.