Page 46 of Forsaken Fate

My wrists were easy. The bed frame was cherry wood with two tall posters at the head. Theo wrapped his tie around one of them and lashed my wrist to it. He came around to the other side and did the same with my right wrist.

“Test it,” he commanded.

I did. I tried to sit up, struggling against the bindings, but Theo’s knots held. I turned each wrist and tried to slip out of the silken bindings but couldn’t.

Satisfied, Theo turned his attention to my ankles. I couldn’t see what he was doing as he knelt on the ground and secured the ties down there. He must have used the legs of the bed on the floor as there were no posters at the feet. Because of it, when he finished, he had my legs spread impossibly wide, with my feet nearly touching each corner. It left me splayed open for him, utterly vulnerable to his eyes, his touch. A shiver went through me as my sex grew wetter still.

Theo stood at the end of the bed, admiring his handiwork. Then his brow furrowed. He reached forward and put one finger on the nub of my clit. I gasped from the shock of his touch even under the cotton fabric of my panties. He didn’t rub or put any pressure there. He just kept his finger there, letting me know he had me, watching as I tried in vain to rub against him but couldn’t because of the bindings. I could shield nothing from him. He could see and touch it all. He could be merciless, he could be gentle, but he would not be denied.

“Please.” Again, I heard myself beg.

Theo smiled. “It seems I forgot about these.” He lifted his finger and pulled at my panties. I found I wanted them off more than anything. I wanted Theo to have everything with nothing, not even thin cotton, getting in the way.

He smiled and leaned forward; gripping my hips he pulled me down, so I was almost lying flat and spread eagled on the bed. Then, with a movement quick and powerful, he grabbed my underwear and tore it in half. He tossed the tattered remnants to the corner of the room.

“That’s better,” he said.

Still at the end of the bed, he knelt in the space between my open legs. His lips curled into a smirk as he looked at me. I was utterly at his mercy; would he be slow? Would he be rough? Giving over to him thrilled me and Theo knew it. He was watching for it. He kept his focus at the juncture of my thighs, splayed wide for his inspection. With his thumb and forefinger he touched me, spreading my lips apart. I felt a slow trickle of moisture and his smirk grew as he saw it. Holding me open like that, he took the thumb and forefinger of his other hand and worked the bud of my clit.

I stretched and writhed as the rough pad of his thumb on my sensitive tip sent a jolt of sensation through me. The bed creaked as I struggled to bear it. He was gentle but with the hood of my clitoris pulled back, with nothing to protect me from his touch, it was sensory overload.

“Be still,” he said.

“I can’t,” I panted. “It’s too much.”

“Am I hurting you?” he said, his voice husky. “You can tell me to stop.”

“Yesss! No!”

He let out a soft chuckle. “You’re a wild thing, Brynna. It’s time to teach you some self-control. Take a deep breath. I want to touch you like this. I want to make you even wetter. I don’t want you to come yet. I want to see how much you can take. I’ll give you breaks, but I’m going to train you to control yourself. Train you to wait for it.”

My legs trembled against the bindings. He lifted his finger off my exposed clit for a few seconds until I settled. He shifted his weight to find a more comfortable position. Clearly, Theo intended to work me down there for a good long while. I groaned in anticipation.

“That’s good,” he said. “Settle down. I’m just getting started.”

He took two fingers and pressed just above the hood of my clit, pulling it back again. I throbbed against his fingers. He leaned forward and blew on me. Just a soft whisper of breath but with that bundle of nerves exposed, it was ecstasy. I tried to control my breathing.

He dipped a finger inside me, releasing a gush of wetness.

“God,” he said. “Do you know what you look like, Brynna? You’re wet. You’re dripping. Your lips are swollen. I can see your little clit throbbing for me.”

He touched me again, just one finger on my exposed bare nub. He rubbed in one slow circle, and I cried out from the delicious torture of it. He circled again, faster this time and I couldn’t help it. I trembled and bucked against the bindings. He did it again; I gave into it. If he meant to train me to have patience, I failed. I pushed my hips up, trying to press myself harder against his finger, seeking release. I became aware of what I must look like to him, thrusting and thrashing, out of control. It flipped some switch inside me. I wanted him to watch. Wanted him to see. I couldn’t shield how aroused I was and didn’t want to. I wanted Theo to have it all.

“Please,” I managed to say when I remembered how to form words.

“Please what, Brynna?” he said as held me between his fingers. “Say it. Don’t try to hide what you are or what you want.”

“I want you,” I said, breathless.

“What do you want?” he said. “Say it. I want to hear it.”

“I want you. I want your cock. Please.”

“Where do want it?”

“Anywhere! Everywhere! Please.”

“That’s better,” Theo said but he didn’t let go of me. He rubbed his finger in that maddening, wonderful circle again. “You’re mine, aren’t you?”

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