Chasing After Him (7 page)

Theo

Goddamn Charlene and her begging blue eyes.
Fuck it.
If she wanted to be dominated, fucked, and loved, then so
be it.

Although guilt pricked, I grabbed my hemp ropes and a blindfold from
the closet. Her body trembled as I drew close to her backside.

“I’ve never found someone I wanted to bind in my bedroom before. You’re
the first—and last.” I brushed her hair off her neck with the coiled rope and
pressed my lips against her soft, peach-scented skin.

Her moan twitched my already throbbing cock, but I focused on the long
task ahead of making sure Charlene finally let go.

“Tonight, little lamb, you’re not allowed to speak. Only feel and
listen.” I tied the silk blindfold tight around her eyes. “These ropes” —I ran
them down her backside, creating a shiver in their wake— “are an extension of
my hands. They’ll embrace you, keep you safe, and set you free just like you
want.”

Goose bumps covered her lush skin. “And after, Sir?”

I leaned down and whispered against her ear, “I’m going to make love to
you with nothing between us.”

“Oh, yes.” A sigh escaped her lips, and I smiled in satisfaction as
some of the tension left her shoulders. She’d already offered more submission
than she had the last time I’d tied her with my ropes.

“Arms behind your back.” She obeyed, and I bent her elbows to fold her
forearms together.

I went to work, wrapping and knotting her chest, arms, and neck. The
hard edges of the rope pressed into the softness of her skin as I bound her
breasts, squeezing them to pronounce their shape.

I knelt, intending to create a harness around her midsection, but the
musky scent of her glistening pussy drew me in like a bee to pollen. Breathing
deep, I leaned inward and licked up through her folds.

Charlene groaned and widened her stance, allowing better access for my
tongue. I suckled and licked every trace of her arousal from her lower lips,
keeping away from her clit and bringing sexual release before I intended.

She whimpered when I backed away.

“Soon, little lamb.” I placed one last kiss against her bare mound and
began the enjoyable task of wrapping her thighs, ass, and waist, creating a
harness at her midsection. Her sweet pussy, I left accessible.

Once finished, I stepped away to enjoy the art my hands had created. Charlene’s
head hung down, chin against her chest and her shoulders slumped. Pride swelled
inside me. She was so fuckin’ close I could taste her complete submission. The
contrast of the hemp rope and her skin filled me with more than
satisfaction—like a deep craving sated and put to rest. But, I wasn’t done.

With the help of a stepladder in my closet, I looped the end of the
rope holding her tight through the overhead ring. I pressed against her bound
body, the scratch of hemp and softness of her exposed skin reigniting my need
for her. “Fly for me.”

My whispered words against her ear sent a shudder down through her
body, and I pulled on the rope. A rush of air left her lungs as she lifted into
the air, suspended, her back bowed and lips parted.

Charlene, my little lamb, hung encased in my ropes, her steady, yet
slow breathing and pliant body letting me know she finally flew free.

Charlene

Theo’s soft touch and murmured praise the entire time he bound me in
his ropes soothed me better than any masseuse. My muscles relaxed, my thoughts
quieted. The second he told me to fly and lifted me off my feet, I gave over to
the euphoria of complete nothingness.

Minutes—hours—passed without my notice. Darkness shrouded my mind while
I hung suspended in Theo’s embrace. Although his hands didn’t touch me, I felt
his warmth, his caress in the rough edges of the rope and the tight bindings
around various parts of my body.

Silence reigned, and I gloried in the release.

A hand grasped my ankle. Slid up along the inside of my thigh. Draped
my knees over his shoulders. Hot breath once more caressed my core.

With languid licks and nudges of his nose, Theo heightened my simmering
arousal, bringing me to the edge of release without causing my body to tense.
His teeth grazed my clit, and my orgasm slid over me in cascading waves.

I floated outside time, without thought.

He lowered me to the floor, and I lay unmoving, tears dampening the
blindfold, as he released me of my freeing bonds. Strong, warm arms cradled me
against a rock-hard chest and laid me on the softest sheets. Seconds later, Theo’s
scent and warm body caressed every inch of my side as he stretched out beside
me.

The blindfold lifted, and I blinked in the light.

Dark eyes peered into mine, the level of emotion pouring from them
filled my heart. “Are you all right?”

“Yes,” I whispered as reality settled once more upon my mind.

Propped up on an elbow, he smoothed back my hair, his fingertip tracing
the contours of my face—eyebrow, nose, and lips.

“Thank you.” His eyes latched onto mine at my words. “You set me free.”

With a groan, he grasped the back of my head and kissed me. His tongue
swept into my mouth, reigniting need like I’d never known—deep seated need for
him, far beyond finding sexual release.

I tangled my fingers in his hair and draped one leg over his waist, bringing
his hard length against my throbbing pussy. Like two starving, needy souls, we
feasted on each other. Lips, teeth, and tongue drawing life from the other.

He rolled me onto my back, gliding his cock through my wetness and
ratcheting my desire to the cresting point. “You sure you still want me?” he
asked the second we parted for breath.

“Fuck want. I
need
you.” I
gasped as he nudged my opening. “I need every unorganized, messy Pig-Pen part
of you, Theo Risso.”

Rather than laugh like I expected, he pressed his cock into my aching
core, slowly, a sensual heat in his eyes. “Then I surrender,” he whispered as
he filled me, nudging my womb.

I’d never once cried while having sex, but Theo made slow love to my
mouth and my body, his hands worshiping my skin, drawing up emotions I never
expected. Nothing existed but us and the gentle rocking of our bodies. No
thoughts of work, no worries about tomorrows claimed my mind.

We came together—as one. One heartbeat, one voice crying the other’s
name.

Still connected and bodies intertwined, we lay in silence. My ears rang
long after my breathing returned to normal, but my heart thrummed with the
desire to burst.

Theo nuzzled my neck, his breath and flicking tongue sending delightful
shivers down to my center. He captured my lips again, fingers tangling into my
hair as his cock thickened inside of me.

A rocking of his hips, and my breath caught on an unexpected half-sob.

He stilled and pushed up onto his elbows. “What’s wrong?”

“I … I never knew it could be this way.”

His cocky smirk fluttered my heart. “This way?” He sat back, lifted my
hips, and thrust into me.

My eyes closed as a shudder ripped down through me. “Holy shit.”

“Mmm.” Theo’s fingers dug into my thighs as he thrust again.

“So good.” I gasped, fighting to keep my gaze on him. “So fucking
good.”

He peered down at me, sexy-as-hell smile still in place as he lifted
one of my legs to his shoulders. “Little lamb” —he leaned down, bringing our
chests together and my calf beside my ear— “you have no idea how good I can
be.”

I thread my fingers through his hair and tugged his lips a breath away
from mine. “Then you’d best get busy showing me.”

****

The next morning, I arrived at Boston Children’s two minutes early, a
third cup of coffee in hand, and a contented sigh fluttering from my mouth.
While the day would doubtless be too long and suck like most others, I had
something to look forward to—someone to share my life with. Someone to ask me
about my day, kiss my lips, and hold me close.

The thought of another six months of hell before being able to take
steps toward opening my own practice no longer dragged my feet. I knew Theo
would be there to help me escape whenever the hell I needed.

“Thank God you’re here, Charlene!” one of the E.R. nurses said,
hurrying toward me with a stack of files.

I tossed my Styrofoam cup in the trash and met the day head-on with a
smile. Time to conquer the tasks at hand and finish up so Theo and I could get
back to enjoying the beginnings of something beautiful.

The End

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