Theo let out a raw laugh. “You reallyhavebeen talking to Max, haven’t you?”
“So… what do you think?” My heart pounded as I waited.
“Butt plug.” Theo’s chest heaved. “Can I tell you what Idon’twant?”
This was better than I’d hoped.
“Of course. That’s the whole point of talking first. We need to set limits.”
Max had been an excellent teacher.
Theo nodded. “Then… don’t hurt me. I’m not into pain. So no spanking, all right? And… don’t humiliate me.”
I glimpsed what lay at the root of that request, and not for the first time I cursed Luka Whatever his name was. I took Theo’s hand in mine once more.
“This is supposed to be something that makes you feelgood, okay? I want to build you up, not tear you down.”
He shuddered. “Then let’s do this.” He straightened. “Red stops everything?”
I smiled. “Absolutely.” My heart thudded. “So let’s start this right.” I leaned in and kissed him, slow and sweet, and Theo melted into it. Keeping hold of his hand, I stood and led him into the bedroom.
I knew the moment he saw my preparations. His breathing caught.
“Wow. Youhavebeen busy. Not to mention sneaky.”
I ignored him, and pushed him up against the wall, pinning him there with my weight, the way he’d done with me. I grabbed his wrists and held them above his head while I kissed him. I was hard as a rock, and I let him know it, grinding against his own burgeoning erection, exploring him with my tongue until he was feeding me constant moans.
He made no attempt to pull free of my grip, however.
“Good boy,” I murmured against his lips, and his moan intensified.
Theo likes praise.I locked it away for future reference.
“Turn and face the wall, with your palms flat to it.”
Theo spun around so fast, I thought he’d give himself whiplash. I reached around to his front and slid my hand over his dick, rubbing it through the denim.
“You don’t get to play with this,” I whispered. “This is all mine.”
Max had mentioned dirty talk, and I had to admit, I didn’t think I’d be any good at it. But Theo’s shaft jerking beneath my fingertips swelled my confidence. I unfastened Theo’s jeans,lowered the zipper, and shoved them down to his ankles. I helped him out of them, then crouched behind him and kissed his downy arse cheeks, heading up his spine. He pushed back, and I gave him a light tap.
“Keep still.”
Theo was motionless a heartbeat later.
I stood and went to remove his shirt. Theo tried to help, and I gave another tap.
“Did I say you could move your hands?” I paused. “You have my permission to move them while I take this off.”
Okay, this was fun.
At last he was naked, tremors rippling through him.
“Get on the bed, on your back.”
Theo did as instructed, eyeing the cuffs attached to the headboard by chains. His chest heaved once, twice.
“You’ll still be able to move,” I told him. “Hands above your head.” I had no idea where this dominant streak came from, but I was beginning to enjoy it. I fastened the cuffs around his wrists. “That’s not too tight, is it?”