Page 2 of Keep My Secrets
I reach up to touch him, but the moment my fingers make contact, he pulls away.
“Did I say you can touch?”
“No, Daddy.”
“And what happens if you can’t keep your hands to yourself?”
“You take them away.” He leans in, kissing me again.
“You’re such a good listener.” He leans me back, laying me against the bed.
He cages me in, placing his hand on either side of me.
He lets out a low growl, rough against my throat. “Mine.”
“Yours,” I whisper. Theo smiles down at me before starting to lift my shirt up my body.
Arching my back, I help him. I want to feel his skin against mine in any way I can get it. He lifts to his knees and unbuckles his belt. Sliding it from his belt loops, my core tightens at the sound of the belt snapping against itself.
He smiles as he stands from the bed and slides his pants down his legs, kicking them off in the direction of his shirt. His eyes watch me as if I am prey.
“On your stomach,” he commands, and I do as I am told. Moments later, his hands are on the waist band of my underwear, gently sliding them down my legs. I am now fully exposed to this man, and just the thought has wetness pooling between my legs. Kneeling behind me, Theo lifts my hips, bringing me to my knees. My hands grip the sheets, a soft whimper escaping my lips. I need him. I need his touch. I need to feel him inside me. Whatever Theo wants, I will give if I can feel his cock inside me as I cum.
“So needy.” Theo’s voice vibrates through my entire body before he slides his dick inside me. I tighten around him, adjusting to his size.
“Fuck,” I breathe out. This is exactly what I wanted. He slowly pulls himself out to where only his tip is inside me. I push my hips back, wanting more of him again. He just laughs before slamming back into me.
He repeats this multiple times, knowing what he is doing to me. I look over my shoulder and Theo is smiling down at me. He likes watching me beg. He likes seeing me on the verge of release and not giving me that out.
“Please, Daddy,” I beg.
“Not yet,” is his only response.
Heat spreads under my skin, my core tightens, my breath hitches, and before I can fully fall over the edge, he pulls me back.
We continue this game for what feels like hours. He always lets me get close, but never lets me finish.
At the end my body is trembling, and I can barely form words.
“Please,” my broken whispers plead.
“Good girls get to cum, baby.” He thrusts gently. “Brats need to earn it.” He thrusts harder, proving his point. I pushed him in the dressing room. I purposely withheld what he wanted. I wanted this.
“Daddy,” I begin to plead. I don't know how much longer I can handle this.
“Give me a color,” he says, holding himself inside me. I can feel his dick twitch and my body clenches around him. “I need a color, Aria.”
“Green,” I breathe. This may be torture, but it is delicious torture. I know when he finally allows me to cum it is going to be the most intense orgasm I have ever had, and I need it.
He slams into me harder, pushing himself as deep inside me as he can go. My arms are barely able to hold my body up,
One of his hands stays on my hip, not letting me pull away, the other wraps around my body. His fingers find my clit, and even the slow, gentle motion has pressure building everywhere.
“Have we learned our lesson?” Theo asks.
“Ye-Yes, Daddy,” I answer before continuing to beg. “Please.”
“Are you going to listen?”
