When I reach his building, I park haphazardly and take the elevator to his floor. My heart pounds against my ribcage like it’s trying to escape. I should turn around. I should walk away.
I knock instead.
Theo opens the door, wearing nothing but a pair of black lace panties. His eyes meet mine, and there’s no surprise there—just that sharp look that makes me want to both punch him and press him against the wall.
“I figured you’d come,” he says, stepping aside to let me in.
I storm past him into his apartment. “This has to stop.”
“Does it?” Theo closes the door with a soft click that somehow sounds final. He moves closer, and I can smell his cologne—expensive and subtle—which clings to my clothes for days after I leave him.
“Yeah, it fucking does.” My voice is rougher than I intend. “The texts, the pictures. I can’t have that shit on my phone.”
Theo raises an eyebrow, circling me like a predator despite being half my size. “Funny. You promised to service this ass regularly.” He turns, giving me a view of his round backside in those crotchless fucking panties. “You made me promise not to call anyone elseDaddy.” He looks back over his shoulder. “So either step up, or I’ll find someone who will.”
It ignites something inside me I can’t contain. The thought of someone else touching him, hearing him moan as he does for me—my blood boils.
“What did you just say?” I grab his arm, spinning him to face me.
“You heard me.” Theo doesn’t flinch, doesn’t back down. “I need someone reliable. Someone who isn’t ashamed of what they want.”
Before I can stop myself, my hand wraps around his throat. My fingers easily encircle his slender neck, thumb pressing against his pulse point. I lift him slightly, feeling his weight—so much lighter than he should be for someone who commands such power over me.
“You think I’m gonna let you run to someone else?” I growl, backing him against the wall. My hand flexes, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind him how easily I could. “You’re not gonna fucking look at another man. You understand me?”
Theo’s eyes widen, but not with fear. His lips part, a soft moan escaping as his eyelids flutter. My grip tightens just a fraction.
“I asked you a question.” I lean closer, our faces inches apart. I can feel his rapid pulse beneath my fingers.
“Yes,” he breathes, his voice raspy from the pressure of my hand. “I understand.”
“What do you understand?” I press him harder against the wall, my body completely dwarfing his. The size difference between us still shocks me sometimes—how someone so small can drive me so fucking crazy.
“That I’m yours,” Theo gasps. His hips buck forward involuntarily, his erection evident through the lace. “Only yours, Daddy.”
That word. That fucking word that should repulse me instead sends fire through my veins.
“That’s right.” I lean down to his ear, my beard scratching against his cheek. “Mine. And if I ever find out you’ve been with someone else, I’ll remind you exactly who you belong to.”
Theo moans louder this time, his hands gripping my forearms, not to pull away but to steady himself. His eyes have gone glassy with desire, pupils blown wide.
“You like that, don’t you? Like knowing how fucking possessive I am over what’s mine.”
He nods frantically, another moan escaping his lips as my grip shifts slightly.
“Say it,” I demand, my voice dropping lower. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You,” he whimpers. “Only you, Daddy. No one else.”
I grasp Theo’s waist and lift him effortlessly, carrying him to the bedroom like he weighs nothing. I throw him onto the bed, and he bounces once.
“Lie on the bed,” I command, already unbuckling my belt. The leather slides through the loops with a hiss.
Theo obeys instantly, his eyes never leave mine as I undress, watching hungrily as each piece of clothing hits the floor.
When I’m naked, I climb onto the bed, hovering over his smaller frame. I force his legs apart with my knees, positioning myself between them. He arches up against me, desperate for contact.
“Please,” Theo whimpers, his hands reaching for me.