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EIGHTEEN

“THANK YOU”

Theo

The front door closed softly, and I clicked the lock into place without a sound.

My steps were silent as I walked toward the back of the house. I surveyed the kitchen and the living room, but when I didn’t see her, I made my way up the stairs.

The door to my room on the right was wide open, and the sheets on the bed were undisturbed. I continued down the hallway and approached her closed bedroom door. For a moment, I stood with my hand hovering above the handle, waiting to hear a noise. There was shuffling behind the door, but I couldn’t make out the exact sound through the wood.

When I finally pushed it open, Natalie was standing on the opposite side of the room, digging through one of the drawers in her dresser. She gasped, nearly letting go of the towel she was holding around herself and stumbling backward into the open drawer as she turned.

“Holy shit! You scared the crap out of me.”

Rather than respond, I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me. It clicked shut, and Natalie visibly swallowed. She was freshly out of the shower, her hair still wet, and the faint light coming from the lamp on her bedside table reflected off the drops of water sticking to her smooth legs.

She was so clean. I couldn’t wait to make her dirty again.

Knowing that my indifference and nonchalance made her squirm, as did my silence, I tucked my hands into the front pockets of my jeans and openly raked my eyes up and down her body. Even with a towel tucked around her, I could make out the curve of her hips and remembered how good she looked wet.

Just as I wanted her to, Natalie grew more nervous the longer I stood unmoving. My expression neutral and not giving away a single one of my dirty thoughts, she pivoted from one foot to the other and tried to tighten the towel around herself without letting it fall. She licked at her bottom lip before she bit it, and her attention darted to the right for a fraction of a second.

It happened again, and I followed her line of sight to the table beside her bed. My interest peaked when I spotted the item I knew she’d been glancing at.

Tucked between a half-empty bottle of water and her phone was a pretty purple wand vibrator. I’d seen it in the drawer where she kept all of her toys once or twice, but we hadn’t had the opportunity to use it yet.

And after what I planned to do with it, I couldn’t imagine she’d ever want to use it again.

I could feel her eyes boring into the side of my face as I stepped toward her bed and picked up the lightweight toy. The silicone was soft against my palm, and I held down the bottom button for a few seconds until it flashed. I pressed another button right above it, and the toy came to life. I touched the large, rounded end into my other hand and pushed the button again and again. The intensity of the vibration steadily increased until the center of my hand was nearly numb.

I turned it off, not wanting to waste the battery and flipped it in my hand as I spun back to Natalie. She was pressed against her dresser, towel straining to stay closed around her tits, and the nervous expression on her face unwavering.

“Is this the one you used?”

Her eyes bounced from the toy to my face as she slowly nodded.

“Hmm,” I mused and stepped around the bed. “I thought I made myself pretty clear when I said don’t touch yourself until I get back.”

Some of her hesitance dissipated, and her shoulders dropped as the corners of her mouth tilted slightly upward. More and more over the past month, we’d experimented with different dynamics and scenarios. But we hadn’t yet explored the excitement that was bratting. She’d never explicitly done the opposite of what I’d told her to do. Occasionally she’d tried to rile me up by demanding that I “make her” do something, but the resolute defiance shimmering in her blue eyes was new.

And I couldn’t wait to fucking decimate it. The need to touch her and have her was blazing within me.

“Technically, I didn’t touch myself. The toy touched me,” she said, motioning to the toy still in my hand.

Oh, she was definitely in for it. I matched her mischievous smile with one of my own. Hers instantly faltered, a little of the earlier worry filtering back in.

“That’s a nifty little loophole, baby. But what was the rest of my request?”

She thought for a minute, chewing on her bottom lip until her eyes widened.

“How would you know if I came or not? All you heard in the message was me moaning. I could have been edging myself. Or maybe I was pretending to get a rise out of you,” she argued, and I commended her attempt.

Slowly, I stepped forward. She tracked each of my steps, her chest rising and falling quickly. With nowhere to go, her back flattened against her dresser.

I tossed the toy into the air and caught the thick head in my palm. The pointed end I brought to her chin and ran the length of her jaw with it. I traced down her neck and along her collarbone. It was the same path my lips liked to take.

“My pretty girl, you don’t think I can tell the difference between when you’re moaning for show, when you’re moaning from pleasure, and when you’re coming?” I asked, tracing the curve of her breasts.

She swallowed hard, but I didn’t wait for a response.

“Do you remember your safe word?” I asked. It was both a warning and a checkpoint, so she knew exactly what I planned may require it.

But she nodded, need flaring to life behind her eyes.

“Yes, red means stop, yellow means slow down.”

A low groan vibrated up my throat at her eagerness.

“On the bed,” I commanded, and she hesitated. So, I tried again, dropping my voice and gripping her chin between my forefinger and thumb. “You don’t want to test me right now, Natalie. Get. On. The. Bed.”

The second time I asked, she moved immediately. The moment I let go of her chin, she was perched on her knees on the edge of her bed.

“Lose the towel,” I said as my knees hit the bed frame.

She whipped the towel from her body and tossed it away. Although I wanted to, I didn’t glance down at her body. In my peripheral, I could see her nipples were already hard and waiting for my mouth.

“Look at that. My slut can follow instructions.”

Her eyes narrowed, but the argument I was sure was poised on her tongue didn’t come. I smiled and let my hand rest at the base of her throat. Her skin was warm and soft, and I wanted to touch every inch of her.

“I would say I want you to be a good girl for me, but I know that’s not likely. You’re only capable of being my dirty little slut. Aren’t you?”

Again, I didn’t wait for a response as I crashed my mouth against hers. Instantly she was putty in my hand, yielding to every unrelenting stroke of my tongue. I pulled back quickly though, and if it weren’t for my hand around her neck, she would’ve tumbled forward.

Motioning with her vibrator that was still in my hand, I pointed to my waist.

“Take me out.”

I let go of her throat and stayed still as she unfastened my belt and unbuttoned my jeans. She freed my cock, dropped her hands back to her sides, and licked her lips.

I momentarily dropped the vibrator on the bed and pulled my T-shirt over my head and stepped out of my boots. A second later, I discarded my jeans and briefs next to where my T-shirt fell.

Her gaze swept over me hungrily, and my cock twitched at her outward appreciation.

“Turn around and lay down on your back. Let your head hang off the edge of the bed,” I instructed.

She dropped to her hands and knees and crawled to the edge of the bed where she flipped over to her back. I peered down at her and was in awe of the trust she put in me. Her willingness and desire to give up control to me and let me guide her pleasure.

I’d never take those moments for granted.

I swept my hand under her head and freed her long hair so it fell down the side of the bed. I cupped the back of her head and stared down at her perfect features—expressive eyes, high cheekbones, and full lips.

I held her head with one hand and pumped my cock, poised just above her face, with the other. Beneath my length, she wetted her lips and watched my hand move up and down. I shifted slightly to the side for a better view of her face and tightened my hold on her hair.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

She visibly shivered at my command but did as I asked, fisting her hands in her sheets and opening her mouth. Her stare didn’t waver from me as I leaned forward and spit in her mouth.

She sucked in a breath, mouth still wide, as I rubbed the head of my cock through the mess I’d made on her lips and tongue. Carefully, I let go of her head, and she let it fall back while I eased myself deeper into her mouth. She moaned as her lips stretched around me, and I cursed as the warmth of her mouth enveloped me.

I shouldn’t have started like that, with her mouth around me, sucking me deeper and licking at my cock with reckless abandon. The punishment I had in mind would take a while, likely hours, and I already felt my orgasm taunting me. Coming within the first five minutes would not bode well for the rest of the night, but I ground my teeth and retrieved that purple toy from beside her.

“Open those gorgeous legs and show me how wet you are.”

Her legs automatically parted, and I ran an appreciative hand down the center of her chest and her stomach until I grazed her clit and parted her folds. She was dripping, her arousal already coating the inside of her thighs like I imagined it would be. She enjoyed being told what to do, being degraded and used, as much as I enjoyed dishing it out.

We were a match made in filthy fucking heaven. Except we worshipped each other and got on our knees to do anything but pray.

Even so, it was still a holy experience.

Quickly, I turned on the toy and set it to the lowest setting as I rocked into her mouth. Physically unable to tease her any longer, I pressed the large head of the vibrating toy to her clit. Her resounding moan filtered through the air around us and vibrated up my cock.

“Tap my leg twice if it gets to be too much, okay? Squeeze my thigh if you hear me,” I said over the quiet buzzing of the toy and the pounding of my pulse in my ears.

She squeezed my thigh and I thrust into her mouth deeper. Even when she gagged, I continued pushing forward.

No tap, no mercy.

She eventually released the sheets from her grip and raised her hands to grab my ass, urging me deeper. She did what she could in her position to set a rhythm, and I let her take over momentarily while I focused on her own pleasure.

Her legs were wide but her heels dug into the bed. The low setting was likely just a little tease, but that was exactly what I wanted. Her hips bucked up to meet the toy, and I trailed it down to her entrance and back up to her clit until she was panting around my cock.

It was filthy how wet the toy already was. Her arousal smeared all over the rounded head as she shamelessly chased that euphoric high.

Below me, I watched her lips stretch and her throat accommodate my length. Her warm mouth swallowed me over and over again, and I was having a hard time hanging on. In that position, with her head thrown over the side of the bed, she could take me deeper than I ever imagined.

When most of my length disappeared down her throat, I growled low in my throat and added more pressure to the toy between her thighs. She bucked and groaned. Her nails dug into the skin of my backside, and I knew she had to be close. I encircled her throat with my free hand and squeezed slightly.

“Come for me. Don’t hold back. Rub your pussy against the toy just like you did earlier. Show me exactly how you fell apart.”

And several seconds later she did just that. She writhed and shuddered as the orgasm swept through her, moaning around my cock until she was panting.

I stepped back, letting my cock fall free from her mouth, and tilted her head up so the blood would flow back where it belonged. I only removed the vibrator long enough to flip her around and onto her back, lining her cunt up with my cock.

“So fucking pretty,” I muttered, running a finger through her wetness. “So perfect and made just for me.”

I placed the vibrator back on her clit as I prodded her entrance with the blunt head of my length. She immediately tried to shy away from the overstimulation, but a firm hand around her waist was enough to keep her in place.

“No, you’re not going anywhere. I told you if you break the rules, you’ll be punished. And this is it.”

She was shaking, hands tangled in her hair, and jaw slack with astonishment. I made sure her hooded eyes were still on me when I continued.

“This little toy has thirteen different vibration settings, each one stronger than the last. You’re going to come for me thirteen times. One orgasm for each setting. And after each orgasm, you’re going to thank me because it’s fucking polite.”

“Thirteen?!” She began to sit up, but I pushed her back down with a firm hand against her chest. “I don’t think I can?—”

“You can, and you will,” I clarified, leaving no room for any other arguments.

I turned up the speed on the vibrator and pushed into her at the same time. She cried out and reached for my hand holding the toy. The thick ridges and veins of my cock glistened as I pumped in and out of her pussy.

“You can’t give up yet. And you haven’t said thank you for the first one.”

There was a split second of indecision in her eyes at hearing my entire plan, and I stilled inside her. Her hand hovered over mine holding the toy, and I thought she was about to call it quits. I didn’t want her to, but if she really didn’t want to continue, I wouldn’t have.

But she didn’t tell me to stop.

“Color?” I asked, checking in.

She fell back onto the bed and gripped the sheets above her head. She arched her back and ground against me.

“Green,” she breathed and added a second later, “Thank you.”