His words should humiliate me. Instead, my dick throbs harder.
“You want to know what I’m going to do to you?” Theo continues, working his fingers deeper. “First, I’m going to fill this greedy hole with a plug, get you nice and desperate. Then I’m going to suck that beautiful cock while you feel how full you are.”
I groan, hips pushing against his hand involuntarily.
Theo reaches for something beside the bed—a black silicone plug I didn’t notice before. He slicks it generously with lube, then slowly withdraws his fingers, leaving me empty and aching.
“Ready?” he asks, positioning the plug at my entrance.
I nod, beyond words. The pressure builds as he pushes it inside me, stretching me wider than his fingers did. When it slides home, I feel impossibly full, the base snug against my ass.
Theo trails kisses along my thighs before taking my cock into his mouth without warning. The dual sensation—his hot mouth around me while the plug presses against my prostate—nearly makes me come on the spot.
“Fuck, Theo,” I gasp, one hand finding his hair.
“Hands off,” Theo commands, pulling away from my cock just long enough to fix me with a stare that makes my entire body tense. “I’m in control now, remember?”
I release his hair immediately, placing my hands flat on the bed beside me. “Sorry,” I mutter, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears.
“That’s better.” Theo smiles, his eyes never leaving mine. “Tonight’s about you surrendering.”
Christ, it makes my stomach flip when he talks like that—like he owns me. Me, Victor Kaine, the man who controls everything in his life, lying back with a plug in my ass while another man tells me what to do.
And fuck if I don’t love it.
Theo returns to my cock, taking his time now. His tongue traces the underside, making me fight to keep my hips still. I’ve never been good at patience, always taking what I want when I want it. But now I’m learning what it’s like on the receiving end—the exquisite torture of being at someone else’s mercy.
“You taste so good,” he murmurs against my skin, looking up at me through his lashes.
I can’t respond; I can only watch him in the mirrors surrounding us. His lean body between my thighs, the contrast of his smaller frame against my larger one. He’s so fucking beautiful it hurts—all graceful lines and fluid movement where I’m all hard edges and bulk.
My eyes drift to his cock, standing fully erect between his legs. It’s not as thick as mine but so fucking pretty—smooth and hard, the head glistening with pre-cum. Knowing it’s going to be inside me has me breathing harder, my chest rising and falling rapidly.
I never thought I’d want this so badly. Never thought I’d be staring at another man’s dick, desperate to feel it stretch me open. The plug shifts inside me with every small movement, reminding me how full I already feel and promising more to come.
“Theo,” I groan, unable to articulate what I need, but knowing he needs to fuck me now before I lose my mind.
Theo pulls off my cock with a wet pop, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “What do you want, Daddy? Tell me exactly what you need.”
The question hangs between us. My throat tightens as I struggle to form the words. I’ve never asked for this—never even admitted to myself I wanted it.
“Tell me,” Theo insists, one hand reaching down to twist the plug slightly.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my hips bucking involuntarily. “I want?—”
“Yes?” He’s enjoying this too much, making me say it aloud.
“I want your cock,” I finally manage, my voice barely recognizable.
Theo’s smile grows wider. “Where? Be specific.”
“Jesus Christ, Theo,” I growl, frustration mounting.
“That’s not an answer.” He slowly removes the plug, leaving me empty and aching.
“Inside me,” I grit out. “I want your cock inside me.”
Theo positions himself between my legs, his cock slick with lube, but doesn’t push forward. “Ask nicely.”
