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He slips my thong to the side, and I’m so wet that he pushes two fingers inside me easily. I dig my fingers into his hair and gasp at how good it feels, keeping my eyes locked on his. I can’t seem to break eye contact with him, and I’m touching any part of him I can reach as heat pools in my core quickly. His face splits into a smug grin as he wrings another moan out of me.
“If you want to come, you need to beg for that, too,” he says in a teasing voice. I force my eyes shut so I don’t have to look at him.
“Please, Theo,” I beg softly, sounding pathetic. “Please make me come. I’m so close,please,” I whine as my leg starts to tense and my core clenches around his fingers. Just as I’m on the edge of release, he pulls out of me and throws the car in reverse, quickly heading back to the road. My eyes snap open and I stare at him in shock, my body aching with unreleased tension.
“What the fuck?” My voice is shrill with frustration. He laughs, shaking his head.
“I told you not to push me. You want to be a brat and play games? Here’s a game: you’re not coming until I fucking let you, no matter how much you beg for it.” I sit back in my seat, crossing my legs to get some friction, indignant and frustrated.
“You’re a fucking asshole!”
He snorts. “You started this game, Alex. I’m just going to finish it.”
“I didn’t start anything, you delusionalfreak.” He shoots me a harsh look.
“First of all, don’t insult me, I’m fucking tired of it. Second of all, you’re a goddamn liar, and now you’re not going to come at all tonight.”
“Fuck you.” He smirks at me.
“Open your legs.” I spread them so fast that Theo laughs as he pulls my skirt up and slips one hand between my legs, playing with me, stroking me softly, never hard enough to do anything but make me want more. I reach down to move his hand, to touch myself, but he stops touching me the second I try to take control. We drive along in tense silence until we hit a long stretch of straight, empty road, and Theo pushes his fingers back inside me, keeping his hand still.
“Beg.”
“Please,” I moan, slouching down in the seat and grinding into his hand. “Theo, please. I need it.” He makes a satisfied-sounding hum and starts fucking me slowly with his fingers, but the second I get close, he stops. I scream in frustration as he laughs harshly and pulls his hand away, slipping his fingers into his mouth. I sit back in my seat, frustrated and furious and aching to be touched.
“You’re so fucked when we get home, sweetie. You have no idea.” I glare at him, and he glares back, seemingly just as angry as I am. The last twenty minutes of the car ride are silent and tense. I can tell he’s getting more and more worked up, and as we pull into Astoria and start heading up towards his house, my arousal starts fading, being replaced by real fear.
What the fuck am Idoing?
“What do you mean when you say I’m fucked?” I ask, my voice shaky. He laughs and parks the car, getting out quickly and dragging me out and up toward the house, his hand tight on my arm. He pulls me inside, slamming the door behind him, not bothering to turn on any lights as he hauls me upstairs. He’s walking so fast that I trip and almost fall, but he smoothly grabsme around the waist and lifts me up, carrying me down the hall into his bedroom, shoving me towards the bed. I bump into the edge of the mattress and turn around as he flips on a dim nightstand lamp and faces me, his body blocking the door, his face angry and amused and frustrated and very, very hungry.
I’m frozen with fear as he walks over to me slowly, getting into my space.
“You need to learn that actions have consequences, Alexandria. I’m not going to hurt you, but I don’t think you’ll like this,” he says, his voice soft and menacing. He fists a hand in the back of my hair, pulling my head back gently, leaning over me as he brings his face down close to mine, his expression intense and ravenous. I try to pull away from him, but his grip on my hair keeps me in place.
“Wh-what are you d-doing?” My voice wavers, and he shakes his head slowly as he stares at me.
“I’m going to show you what happens when you push me too far,” he says, his voice quiet and tense. I can feel him shaking against me, and I realize that he’s absolutely furious.
Oh, fuck.
He releases my hair and caresses my cheek. “Get undressed.Slowly.” I can’t tell if I’m terrified or turned on by the way Theo looks down at me, watching every move I make until I’m bare in front of him.
“Turn around. Hands behind your back.” I look at him in alarm and shake my head, panic coursing through me.
“Theo, please do-”
“Right fuckingnow,” he snaps, his voice going from soft to sharp in a moment. I flinch and turn around slowly as he opens his nightstand. A moment later, he binds my wrists behind my back tightly before he reaches up and he grabs my jaw.
“Open wide,” he whispers in a poisonously sweet voice in my ear. I shake my head, and he bites my neck, laughing softly.“You want to make it worse? Keep resisting.” I reluctantly open for him, and he slips a small ball gag into my mouth carefully, fastening it behind my head. He turns me around and pushes me back until I’m sitting on the bed, smiling down at me sweetly.
“You look so pretty right now,” he says, his voice soft again as he leans down over me. He slips a hand between my legs, and I close my eyes, embarrassed at the whine I let out as he rubs his fingers up and down my slick, aching cunt. I try to shift my hips to get him to touch me where I want, but he doesn’t.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Alex?” I nod slightly. “Is that why you’ve been acting out? Because I haven’t been fucking you?” I nod again. “Look at me, sweetheart.” His voice is soft but commanding, and when I open my eyes, he gently cups my face in his shaking hands.
His jaw is set, his mouth is tight, and I can tell he’spissed.
“You should have opened your pretty mouth and asked nicely. Instead, you’ve been pushing me to my fucking limits so you can lie to yourself and pretend you don’t want it. I’m fuckingtiredof it, and now I’m going to make you regret it.” I yell at him through the gag, but the silicone ball muffles everything I’m trying to say. He strokes my cheek with his thumb.
