Page 1 of Keep My Secrets
Chapter
One
Aria
The door opens gently as Theo enters the bedroom.
"Kneel." His tone demanding, but not angry. I look up from my phone, his eyes meet mine, and my core immediately tightens. His eyes run down my body, reminding me of how he looked at me in the dressing room.
"Everything okay?" I ask, sitting up off the headboard. I didn't expect the conversation to be over so quickly.
"Yeah, nothing that can't wait until morning." He starts unbuttoning his shirt. "Now that you've had some rest, let's finish what we started." He takes a pause before repeating, "Kneel."
I sit up on my knees, waiting for direction. I love the way he takes control. I want to hear him tell me what he wants, how I get to please him.
He steps closer to me, his fingers gently placed under my chin. "Good girl." My breath shakes as I hear his praise.
His thumb lingers under my chin, tilting my face up so I have no choice but to meet his gaze. The weight of it alone has my body humming with anticipation.
“Stay right there,” he murmurs, every word deliberate, controlled.
My breath stutters as he shrugs off the rest of his shirt, tossing it to the ground. I can’t keep myself from scanning his body, taking in the tattoos littered across his skin.
Theo leans in, so close that his lips brush the shell of my ear when he speaks. “Do you know what I want from you tonight?”
I press my knees together as lightning shoots through my core from just the way he is speaking to me.
“No.” A small smile accompanies the whisper escaping my lips.
A low chuckle rumbles in his chest. He trails his fingers down my chin and down the side of my neck.
“I want to hear the sounds you make when you stop thinking, where all you know is how I make you feel.”
My eyes gently close and I lean into his touch.
“Good girl,” he whispers, like a promise instead of praise.
Theo’s hand grips my throat gently, pulling a startled gasp from my lungs. He gently pushes a piece of hair out of my face.
I let out a soft moan..
“Just like that.” He smiles down at me
He leans down, placing his lips just out of reach of mine .
“Please, Daddy,” I whisper.
“Already begging, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I plead. His grip tightens around my throat. I want to feel his body on mine anyway I can.
“Are you going to listen?” He pulls back, and I immediately miss the warmth of his breath against my lips. I flex my hand against my thigh, wanting him closer. I nod.
“You’re learning,” he smiles. “And when you listen,” he leans back in, his mouth hovering a breath above mine, “you’ll find I’m very generous.”
Heat coils low in my belly, my breath begins to quicken. I want his touch.
He smiles before pressing his mouth against mine, claiming me. He kisses me deep. I open, letting him in, letting his tongue explore my mouth.
