“Yeah, but she got me back in her own way. She married my brother and moved next door to my parents.”
He laughed even harder. “Of course she did.”
She laughed too. “I’m better now. I don’t get jealous of other women. I believe in myself.”
“Really?” And the way he said it, suddenly serious with all the laughter in his voice gone, made her squirm. He didn’t know about Julian and Morgan. She hadn’t told him. But would he have found out?
“Well, mostly,” she settled on. She wasn’t ready to tell him about the rest of it. This admission about her blowing her sister-in-law’s dad was enough. She didn’t need to give Theo another reason to walk away from her.
He cupped both her cheeks and delivered the softest kiss to her lips. She sighed.
“I know you’re keeping things from me. I suspect you have enough stories in that brain to make even the most liberal person feel squeamish. I will have all of them, eventually.”
She was too afraid to respond, so she just nodded. He kissed her again and pushed her into the house.
Then before she could get her bearings, he pointed to the floor. “Kneel, brat.”
She dropped to her knees, and he took his coat off and started to unbuckle his pants. “Fucking finally,” she said.
His hands stilled. No. No, no, no, no. “Sorry, Master. Please. Please don’t stop.”
“Brat. I want you to hold your tongue. I don’t want any words coming out of your mouth unless they’re your safe word. Your mouth needs to be worshipping my cock, not giving me bratty attitude. Clear?”
She nodded and opened her mouth like a small bird, begging him with her eyes to keep going. She couldn’t wait to taste him. Couldn’t wait to feel his come spurt into the back of her mouth. She wiggled and brought her hand to the waistband of her jeans, wanting to rub herself at the same time she blew him.
“No, brat. You don’t get to touch yourself. You’ve been begging for my cock for days. I don’t want you distracted by your own orgasm. Your singular focus needs to be sucking me off.”
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Theo stared down at Lucinda, conscious of how close he hovered over her as he waited for her to lower her hands to her sides and tip her face to the floor. He was desperate to possess her, but for now he would start by fucking her sweet mouth until she didn’t know where she ended and he began.
When she stilled in front of him, even clasping her hands behind her back, he smiled. Finally. This relationship was never going to progress if he didn’t find ways to break her, a little at a time.
This was progress.
He made her wait, not reaching out to touch her and not making any further movement himself.
Finally, he lifted his hands to tug his shirt out of his pants and then unbutton them. He kicked off his shoes, lowered both his pants and his underwear to the floor, and stepped out. He would leave his shirt on, just to antagonize her, knowing she would want to see his chest.
“Keep your hands behind your back, brat. I control this—the speed, the depth, everything.”
She didn’t move. Good girl.
Theo threaded his fingers into her hair and tugged her head back so that her face tipped up to meet his gaze.
Her eyes were wide, and she licked her lips, leaving them parted when she finished.
With his free hand, he gripped his cock and stroked from base to tip, his hand not nearly as tight as he would normally prefer. But he was in danger of coming prematurely just from the torture of days not claiming his brat.
No matter how many times he’d masturbated, he couldn’t get his need for her out of his system.
Hell, he didn’t want to.
Lucinda’s gaze lowered to his cock.
He jerked her hair tighter, twisting his hand so that he tugged hard enough on the strands to make her wince. “If you release your hands, I will stop.”
“Yes, Master.” Her voice was deeper than usual.
“If you try to control me, I will stop.”
She didn’t respond.
He yanked on her hair, forcing her gaze back to his.
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. Open your mouth wide. Don’t close those greedy lips until I say.”
She did as he told her, and he angled her face back toward his cock. Her mouth was so fuckable it would be a miracle if he lasted five strokes. That was half the reason he’d told her not to close her lips over him.
Without warning, he thrust into her mouth as deep as possible, knowing he would shock her when his cock hit the back of her throat.
She gagged and squirmed her torso from side to side, but she didn’t release her hands.
“That’s it. Steady. Get accustomed to my dick. Relax your throat.” He watched her face as she fought hard to do his bidding.
Tears escaped the corners of her eyes, but she kept her lips parted.
He knew he was pushing her. But he also knew it was what she needed.
Finally, he pulled out slowly, dragging his engorged tip across the roof of her mouth.
She whimpered, and her lips slipped too close to his skin.
“Mouth wider, brat.”
Seeming to have realized her mistake, she jerked her mouth open as wide as she could.
Thank God. Theo was a man who enjoyed a good blowjob. If she could withstand his initial treatment of her mouth—rough and deep and fast—she could undoubtedly please him with her lips every time.
He thrust back in, even deeper.
Lucinda squirmed again, but she stilled when he jerked on her hair.
“You may close your lips around my dick now, but no suction. Just feel my girth inside your mouth. I’ll do the work this time.”
She let her greedy lips grip him too hard.
He pulled out and tugged her hair backward again.
“Sorry, Master.” She licked her lips. “I got carried away.”
“What did I say?”
“You control the speed and depth. You didn’t specifically mention the pressure,” she hedged.
Theo narrowed his gaze at her. He could barely contain the grin that threatened to spread across his mouth. In fact, he felt the twitch at the corner of his lips.
“You want this cock?” he managed to ask.
“Yes, Master.”
“Then I suggest you hold back the sass and do as you’re told.”
She nodded, as much as she could with his grip still in her hair.
“Lick the tip. Taste me.”
She swayed forward as he brought his cock back to her mouth.
Her tongue flicked out and wiggled through the slit at the end of his dick, making him fight against a groan. She would be his undoing. The brat loved sucking cock.
Before she had a chance to savor him further, which clearly would have been as much for her pleasure as his, he thrust back into her mouth and fucked her deep and hard and fast. He slammed his cock into the back of her throat over and over, holding her head steady as he did so, not allowing her an inch of space.
His little brat stiffened as she fought against the gag reflex. The sounds coming from her throat told him she was uncomfortable. The way she squeezed one wrist with her other hand behind her back told him she liked it.
Her lips trembled against his sensitive skin. It looked like it took all her energy not to suck him.
And God Almighty, it took all his energy not to come just looking at her.
With each thrust to the back of her throat, he knew she struggled further. Tears ran down her face now, a stream that indicated how difficult it was for her to keep from gagging.
He needed to come. Enough fooling around. He could take his time fucking her mouth slower another day. “Suck me, brat. Now.”
She closed her lips immediately, and the pressure made his knees nearly buckle.
She was indeed a pro.
His pro.
She may have blown a lot of men in her past, but those lips were his now.
And where did tha
t thought come from? He barely knew this woman, certainly not well enough to allow thoughts like that to leak through.
He concentrated again on her lips, watching the strained expression on her face as she took him deep. Too deep. He knew it. But there was no way he would stop.
One more chink in her tough armor.
His cock grew stiffer. He closed his eyes for a moment to enjoy the sensation, and then he opened them again. He wanted to watch her face as he came.
Without warning her. He gripped her head with his other hand at the base of her neck and used both hands to hold her face against his cock as he plunged one last time into the depths of her throat and came in violent squirts.
Lucinda’s eyes widened, and she moaned against his cock. It was too much. Her cheeks were red.
He watched her face, loving the way she took him without releasing her hands. That one act was the telltale sign that although he pushed her further in this than she had ever gone before, she would obey him like a good little submissive.
“Swallow, Lucy. Swallow all of me.”
She gulped, her throat working hard. And when he was spent, he forced her to stay in that position with his dick too deep in her mouth for several seconds, just to remind her who was in charge.
Finally, he pulled out.
She gasped for air, sputtering.
He slowly released his grip on her throat, half expecting her to cuss him out for taking such liberties with her mouth.
But she made him proud.
Not only did she swallow several times and lick her lips to clean off her own drool as well as the remnants of his come, but she righted herself, keeping her hands in place and steadying her swaying body on her knees.
Chapter Ten
Theo pulled Lucinda into his arms and carried her upstairs. Her breath was still choppy, and tears had dried on her cheek. She looked amazing.
“You liked that, brat?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Was I better than the pageant judge?”
She snorted. “Yeah. Much. He smelled like Old Spice and Werther’s butterscotch, which made me think of a nursing home, even though he was only forty. And it took him for-fucking-ever to come because he kept muttering about not wanting anyone to see us and telling me I was more tempting than Eve’s serpent. I thought my jaw was going to crack by the end of it.”
He opened the door to the guest room and placed her on her feet. “I’ll bet you liked that, huh? Your jaw hurting because he was too ashamed to come?”
She bit her lip. “Well, that part was okay, I guess.”
“Mm-hmm.” He circled around her, removing first her shirt and then her jeans so she was only in a slip of a bra and thong.
“Do you have family?” she asked, slightly breathless.
He paused with his hands on the clasp of her bra. “Yes.”
“Around here?”
“Yes. I grew up in Minneapolis.”
“Oh. Do you see them often?”
He took a deep breath and considered how much of his history he should tell her. It wasn’t a huge secret, but he still didn’t know if he’d be able to train her for the long run, and he didn’t like letting just anybody in. “I visit every few months. The visits are usually dinner at a restaurant. We’re not all that close.”
She turned to look at him. “They must be proud of you, though? Your money and your job and all that you’ve accomplished?”
“I wouldn’t know. They don’t tell me those sorts of things.”
Before she could dig any deeper, he spun her around and placed her hands on the bed so she was leaning with her gorgeous ass tilted up. The red slashes made his mouth water, and he dropped to his knees and lapped at them. Within moments, she was whimpering and pushing back into him. He couldn’t mark her again. She was bruised and welted and needed to recover, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t try other things with her.
He grabbed both ass cheeks and spread her wide, her tight hole puckering. “You liked my tongue here, brat. Can you take fingers?”
She looked at him over her shoulder. “Do you even need to ask?”
He drove a finger in fast, and she hissed. “Yes, brat, I need to ask. This is a negotiation. I don’t just take without us having a conversation about it. Now, do you want more?”
She spread her legs wider. “Please.”
He didn’t have lube, and he knew it had to hurt, but he went in with two fingers and relished the deep moan she gave him, her back arching. “Like that?”
“Master,” she panted.
“What, sweetheart? You want something else?” He withdrew his fingers, and she growled.
“Stop fucking teasing me.”
He smacked her ass, and her eyes glazed. Damn. He’d gone wrong. She pushed and sassed, and he’d given her what she wanted. He stepped back.
“No. Theo. What are you doing?”
“I shouldn’t have smacked you.”
“I liked it,” she said, a desperate plea in her eyes.
“I know. But you don’t get to have what you like when you cuss at me or try to antagonize me.”
Her head dropped in defeat. “You promised me. You told me you’d fuck me. Please, don’t you want me? Don’t you want to be inside me?”
He spun her around and wrapped his arms around her, kicking himself for the tremble in her chin and the fear in her voice. “I want you more than you could know. But I told you, you have to earn my cock. You can’t goad me into fucking you.”
“Theo. Please.”
Her soft voice was his undoing. He couldn’t resist her anymore. He needed her with a desperation he knew she felt too.
But he couldn’t give her what she wanted yet. Not without fully earning it. However, he could take care of her the way she had him. She’d earned an orgasm, at least, even though she’d tried to goad him with her dirty mouth. “Turn back around and lean over the bed again.” He stepped away as she resumed her position, opened the nightstand, and grabbed a length of anal beads. He had to fight against a chuckle, remembering the tiny beads she’d worn to his house last week.
These would put her in her place.
She wiggled her ass as he stepped back behind her. He thought about using lube for a moment and then decided he would use her pussy to prepare the beads. That would serve two purposes at once—getting her more aroused and demonstrating the size of the beads before he shoved them into her sweet ass.
Theo set a hand on her lower back to steady her. With his free hand, he pressed the first few beads into her wet heat.
She moaned, dipping her forehead to the bed.
“Step your legs out wider, brat.” He pushed two more beads into her tight core. “They aren’t like the tiny pearls you wore the other day, are they?” he teased.
She didn’t respond.
Good. He’d finally found a way to shut her up. After pressing the next few beads into her, he pulled them all out fast enough for her to gasp. Her head shot up, elongating her neck, and she rocked backward, silently pleading for more.
The beads were soaked, and he lined them up with her tight rear hole and pushed them into her without uttering another word. He started with three, but when she didn’t whimper, he added another and began fucking in and out of her ass, adding another bead every few passes.
Her ass cheeks drew together, and she lifted up on her toes as he speared her over and over, keeping his hand on her back but not using so much pressure that she couldn’t lift up and down or sway into his work.
God, she was so sexy like this, spread open and willing.
She gasped when he pushed the last bead home, and he glanced down to find her flatfooted with her toes curled under. She was also panting.
If he could make her come with the beads alone… That would be so fucking hot.
But he wanted to feel her orgasm around his fingers, so he released her back and reached around her belly to spear three fingers into her pussy while he continued to fuck her ass with the beads.
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br /> “Master…”
“That’s it. Let it go. Come for me.”
On his command, she drove her pussy over his hand, bearing down on his fingers.
Her orgasm shook her entire body, including her legs, as her pussy pulsed around his fingers. He could feel the grip of her ass tightening on the beads at the same time.
When she was spent, he pulled the beads and his fingers out of her and helped her climb onto the bed to lie on her belly. “Stay still,” he whispered.
He padded to the bathroom, washed the beads and his hands, and returned with a warm cloth. When he spread her legs and cleaned her up, he found several spots of blood on the cloth.
She twisted to face him at his hesitation.
“I drew some blood, Lucy.”
She glanced at the cloth, and her eyes glazed over before she flopped back onto the bed. “I didn’t notice. It’s okay.”
As she drifted, he watched her face—calm and unconcerned. She was so submissive even a little blood didn’t faze her. If anything, it almost seemed to turn her on.
Chapter Eleven
Lucinda ached everywhere, and it was the best feeling she’d had in a long time. Finally she’d tasted Theo. Finally she’d felt him inside her, even if it was her mouth. And it was even better than she’d hoped it would be. She was on cloud nine in her classes and even stayed after to work on a statue she’d been thinking about since Theo had told her he was working late.
All signs pointed to her finally having a Dom, which made her supremely happy. She wanted to do something for him, something that would let him know how much she appreciated him. As soon as the thought entered her mind, she knew she needed to go shopping. She’d have to put it on her credit card, but she didn’t care. She put her tools away, washed her hands, and then headed to Calhoun Square. She found three of the most perfect easy-access loose skirts at H&M and even splurged on a tight backless dress. He said he didn’t like tight, but she’d seen the hunger in his eyes when she got on his motorcycle, and she knew she could get him to rethink his position on tight clothes.
She stopped in Bay Street Shoes on her way out, and her breath caught in her throat when she saw Julian eye-fucking Morgan in strappy stilettos. Lucinda tried to duck back out, but Julian glanced her way and froze.
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