Page 73 of Before Broken Vows
"Yes, Sir."
His title slips from my lips naturally, like I never stopped saying it. I watch his reaction. He still loves it when I call him that.
He gives my hair a firm tug, reminding me who's in control.
"On your knees."
The command puts me back in my role. The role I was always meant to be in for him.
Heat pools between my thighs, and I feel myself getting wet at just his words. This is what I've missed. What I've desired. Not just the sex, but this—him taking control, me surrendering it.
The perfect balance we found together. The pure erotic bliss we bring out in one another.
I slide off the bed and drop to the floor, robe parting as I move. He stands, keeping one hand firmly gripping my hair.
I stare at his hard V, that shape that leads straight to the part of him I've missed more than I can admit.
"Remove my towel," he demands.
I undo his towel and let it drop.
My mouth waters.
He's magnificent. His cock is thick and hard, already straining toward me, begging to be sucked. He's bigger than I remember,and the sight of him makes me buzz with a desire to have him in me.
"You remember how to please me, don't you?"
I nod. "Yes, Sir."
"Then show me."
I lean forward, my hands sliding up his thighs, feeling the hard muscle beneath my fingertips. His skin is hot.
I take him in my hand, gently stroking his hardness. I lean in closer, letting my lips brush against the tip, his precum coating them.
I open my mouth and take him in slowly, savoring the taste of him. I've dreamed of this, of having him again like this. I lean forward and take him deeper, hearing his sharp intake of breath above me.
"Fuck," he growls, his fingers tightening in my hair. "Look at me."
I do, tilting my gaze up to meet his while keeping him in my mouth. His eyes are burning, intense. The connection is electric. Intimate in a way that transcends everything.
"I missed this," he says, his voice rough. "Missed seeing you on your knees for me. Sucking my cock."
He pulls back slightly, leaving my mouth. "Say you missed this. Say you missed being mine."
"I missed it," I breathe. "I missed you. I missed everything."
"Open wide," he demands, and I do without hesitation.
Theo leans over me, eyes locked on mine, and spits directly into my mouth.
I swallow it down like a good girl.
"That's right," he growls. "So fucking filthy. You missed this, didn't you? Being used. Owned."
He doesn't let me answer as he slides his cock back inside my mouth.
"Fuck, Stassi. That's my girl."
