“Nervous, Daddy?” Theo asks, a playful smile curving his lips as he unlocks the door.
“Fuck off,” I mutter, but there’s no heat behind it. Truth is, I am nervous. My palms are sweating. Me—Victor Kaine—sweating over taking it up the ass.
The room looks exactly as I remember: mirrors everywhere, reflecting us from every angle. The bed sits center stage, waiting.
“Strip and lie on your back,” Theo commands, his voice suddenly firm.
I hesitate, not used to being the one following orders, but my cock throbs painfully at his tone. I pull my shirt over my head, watching Theo’s eyes darken as they track across my chest.
Once naked, I lower myself onto the bed and look up. My reflection stares back at me from the mirrored ceiling—my broad shoulders, the tattoos covering my arms and chest, and my cockstanding embarrassingly hard against my stomach. I can see myself from every angle, vulnerable in a way I’ve never been.
“Look at you,” Theo murmurs, climbing onto the bed between my legs. “So beautiful for me.”
Before I can respond, he pushes my thighs apart and drops his head. The first touch of his tongue against my ass makes me jolt.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my hands fisting in the sheets.
Theo looks up, meeting my eyes. “Relax, Victor. Let me make you feel good.”
His tongue circles my entrance again, more insistent this time. I force myself to breathe, to surrender to the sensation. When he pushes inside me, pleasure rockets through my body.
“Jesus Christ,” I groan, my back arching off the bed.
Theo hums against me, the vibration sending shockwaves up my spine. I look up at the mirror, seeing myself spread out beneath him, his head between my legs. The sight should embarrass me, but it only makes my cock twitch harder against my stomach.
I’ve had Theo’s tongue and fingers working my ass before, pushing me past my comfort zone, and holy fuck—I love it. I never knew my body could feel this way until Theo’s clever fingers found that spot inside me. But tonight’s different. More intense. Knowing his cock is going where only his tongue and fingers have been pushes me somewhere between terror and desperate need.
“You okay?” Theo asks, his mouth leaving my entrance. I feel empty, wanting his touch back.
“Yeah,” I manage, my voice rough. “Don’t stop.”
He reaches for a small bottle on the nightstand—lube he must have brought over specifically for this. The snap of the cap opening echoes in the mirrored room.
“I’m going to go slow,” Theo says, warming the clear gel between his fingers. “Open you up right.”
I nod, unable to form words as I watch him in the ceiling mirror. My massive frame dwarfs his, yet here I am, legs spread, waiting to take him inside me.
“You’ve taken my fingers before,” he continues, his slick index finger circling my entrance. “Remember how good that felt?”
I grunt in response. Of course I remember. I’ve jerked off to the memory more times than I’m willing to admit.
When his finger pushes in, I force myself to relax, to remember the pleasure. It comes easier than I expected, my body already trained to welcome him.
“That’s it,” he praises, working deeper. “Just like that.”
He adds a second finger, stretching me carefully. The burn gives way to pleasure as he curls his fingers, finding my prostate so easily.
“Fuck!” I gasp, my cock jerking against my stomach, leaking pre-cum onto my abs.
“We’re going to take our time,” Theo says, adding more lube. “My cock is a lot bigger than my fingers, and I want you to enjoy every second of this.”
I stare at the ceiling mirror, watching Theo stretch me open with his fingers. A weight lifts that I didn’t know I was carrying as he looks at me, his eyes dark with desire but so fucking careful at the same time. Theo is extraordinary. Not just his body or the way he moves, but him. All of him. I care about this man more than I’ve ever cared about any woman I’ve dated or any friend I’ve had. The realization should terrify me, but right now, all I feel is a bone-deep certainty.
“More,” I growl, surprising myself.
Something wild flashes in Theo’s eyes, like he’s been unleashed. He adds a third finger, stretching me wider, and I hiss at the burn.
“Look at you taking my fingers so well,” he says, voice dropping to a register I’ve never heard before. “Big bad Victor Kaine spreading his legs for me, hungry for my cock.”