Page 76 of Before Broken Vows
Theo squeezes my wrists. "Louder."
"You do, Sir. Only you."
"Say it again."
"You own me."
"Fucking right I do."
He spreads my legs and positions himself. I can feel the tip of his cock right at where I've missed it.
I arch, desperate for him to slide into me.
"Please Sir," I beg, no longer caring about rules or punishment. "Theo, please."
He pulls back, eyes dark with desire. "What do you want, Stassi?"
"I want you inside me," I gasp. "Please fuck me, Sir."
There's a slight pause and then—my body turns to electricity—Theo pushes inside me, filling me completely. I cry out at the sensation, my body stretching to accommodate his large cock after so long. It burns in all the right ways, the kind of pain that promises pleasure beyond imagination.
"You're already soaked," he growls. "You missed this cock that much?"
"Yes," I gasp. "God, yes."
"Good girl," he says, and he starts grinding against me.
"Mine," he moans, moving faster. "This is mine."
"Yours," I agree, trying to free my hands, but he keeps them pinned tightly above my head.
His pace is relentless, each thrust driving me deeper into the mattress. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting all of him.
Theo slams into me over and over like he's making up for lost time. I cry out with pleasure. It's too much. It's not enough. It's everything I forgot I needed.
"Fuck, Stassi," he grits out. "You still take me so well."
I whimper, shaking. "I was made for you."
"That's right. Never forget who you belong to."
He shifts slightly, hitting a spot inside me that makes me see stars. I arch up, a cry escaping my lips.
He fucks me like he never stopped owning me.
"Oh yes, right there. Don't stop."
"That's it," he encourages, his rhythm never faltering. "Let me hear you."
I don't hold back, moaning his name as pleasure courses through me. One of his hands slides between us, finding my clit again. He circles, applying just the right amount of pressure. The combination of that and his cock sliding in and out is too much and my body is starting to shatter.
"Come for me," he commands. "Show me who you belong to."
It starts low, like a numb buzzing feeling, and then it builds and builds. My body coils up and every muscle in my abdomen tightens. I feel my inner walls clench around him—his groans tell me he's feeling the erotic pleasure build too.
I close my eyes, a bright flash of white light hits, and I'm destroyed. Waves of pleasure wash over me as I cry out his name. My body shakes as I come for what feels like the first time since I was under his dominance.
"Fuck, Stassi," he pants. "So perfect. So good for me."
