The sight of Theo beneath me, his body still trembling from his orgasm, ignites something fierce inside me. Something possessive. Territorial. I’ve never felt this way about anyone or anything before—not a woman, not even my own damn club.
“Do you call anyone else that?” I demand, voice rough as gravel. “Does anyone else fuck you like this?”
Theo’s eyes widen slightly, his lips curving into that knowing smile that drives me crazy. He doesn’t answer immediately, and the thought of him with someone else—someone else making him feel like this, someone else being calledDaddy—makes my blood boil.
I grip his jaw, forcing him to look directly at me. “I’m the only one who gets to be your Daddy. You understand me? The only fucking one you’ll ever need.”
The possessiveness in my voice surprises even me. A week ago, I couldn’t admit I wanted a man. Now I can’t stand the thought of sharing him.
Theo’s eyes darken with desire at my words. He runs his tongue across his bottom lip, a gesture so simple yet so deliberately seductive it makes my cock throb inside him.
“That’s fine with me,” he purrs, his voice velvet and sin. “If you’re going to service this ass regularly.” He clenches around me to emphasize his point, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine. “I need a Daddy who can keep up with me.”
“Fuck,” I groan, the challenge in his words making my heart race. My hand slides between us, wrapping around his cock, which is already hard again—solid as rock against his stomach. The responsiveness of his body is enough to make me lose my mind.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” I murmur, stroking him slowly. “Already ready for more.”
His cock pulses in my grip, hot and heavy. I love the feel of it in my hand, craving the feel of making him come again and again. The way his breath hitches when I run my thumb over the sensitive head makes me feel powerful in a way that’s entirely new.
Theo’s eyes travel over my body, taking in my size, the muscles in my arms, and my chest. His gaze is hungry, appreciative.
“You know,” he says, voice husky with lust, “with how fucking strong you are, you could easily pick me up and fuck me standing.”
My cock pulses inside him at the suggestion. The thought of lifting his compact body, of having complete control of his every movement—Christ, it’s almost too much.
“You want that?” I ask, already knowing the answer from the way his pupils dilate.
“You have no idea.” He runs his hands along my biceps, squeezing the muscle. “I’ve never found anyone with the right combination of size, strength, and stamina to really do it properly.” His voice drops lower. “I want to experience it. With you.”
A dark hunger ignites at his words. I’ve always taken pride in my physical abilities, but knowing Theo—who clearly has had his share of experienced partners—sees something unique in me stokes a fire I didn’t know existed.
“I want to give you that,” I tell him, voice rough with desire. “Want to show you what this body can do to yours.”
Without withdrawing from him, I slide my arms under his thighs. Theo immediately understands, wrapping his arms around my neck, his body pressing against mine. In one fluid motion, I lift him off the bench.
“Holy shit,” Theo gasps as I straighten, his entire weight supported easily by my arms.
The sensation is unbelievable—his body feels even tighter around me in this position, gravity working with us. His legs wrap around my waist instinctively, and I adjust my grip, holding him securely.
“Feel every inch of me,” I growl, tilting my head back to look into those intense dark eyes. “Taking all of me, right up in the air. So fucking light in my hands.”
I lift Theo higher, my hands gripping his ass cheeks, spreading them wide as I drive upward. His weight is nothing to me—I could hold him like this for hours.
“Look how fucking easy it is for me to use you,” I growl, bouncing him on my cock. “This is what you wanted? To be my little fuck toy in the air?”
His arms tighten around my neck, face buried against my shoulder. Each thrust drives a moan from his throat, the vibrations rippling against my skin.
“Answer me,” I demand, stilling his movements. “Is this what you fucking wanted?”
“Yes, Daddy,” he gasps, pulling back enough to meet my eyes. “Exactly what I wanted.”
I walk us toward the wall, each step shifting my cock inside him, drawing out little whimpers. When his back hits the mirror, I press him against it, using the leverage to thrust even deeper.
“Look at us,” I command, nodding toward the reflection beside us. “Look how my cock disappears into that tight little hole. You feel how deep I am?” I pant against his ear, grinding into him. “No one’s ever fucked you this deep, have they?”
“No,” he moans, head falling back against the mirror. “No one.”
I speed up, each thrust lifting him slightly off my cock before gravity slams him back down. The wet sounds of his lubed hole swallowing me fill the room, mixing with our harsh breathing.