Page 34 of Under Their Watch
“Feel better?” he asks.
“What?”
“Do you feel better? Does being a brat to me help whatever is bothering you? Does it solve the problem?” he asks.
“No,” I admit.
“I thought so,” he says.
“Bend over and put your hands on the bed please,” he says.
“No,” I say, turning to face him.
“Are you calling your safe word then?” he asks.
“Well, no, but…”
When I say no, he shoves me back on the bed and has me pinned before I can even attempt to sit up. He has my arms pulled above my head with one hand and forces my legs apart with hisknees. I realize that he is already naked, and I fully understand why everyone was warning me. Quinn and Jace are huge, but so is Theo. Adding his piercings, my insides are about to be mush. Theo has a feral look in his eyes, and I smile.
“Something funny?” Theo asks as he lets go of my wrists and grabs the backs of my knees to push them to my chest.
“Is it too late to go eat dinner?” I ask with a sweet smile.
“It’s way too late for that,” he says. “What’s your safe word?”
“Banana,” I say.
“Don’t be afraid to use it,” he warns.
I open my mouth to ask why, but a scream comes out when he slams into me. He is fucking me unimaginably hard almost immediately and all I can do is yell out as he forces an orgasm to surface.
“Fuck. Theo,” I yell. “Slow down. Fuck. Oh my God.”
“Cute little brats who degrade themselves get fucked like toys,” Theo growls as he continues to rail me into the bed. “Is that what you want? You want to be my toy, pretty girl?”
“Yes,” I choke out. “God, yes.”
He growls at my response and drops my legs before abruptly flipping me. He pulls me up to my knees and my chest stays on the bed as he pulls my hips back, slamming back inside of me. This time, he pushes deeper and thrusts with even more aggression.
Each bar of his Jacob's ladder piercing is tortuous but amazing. The Prince Albert piercing is equally as incredible, but together it’s mind-blowing. I push my hips back and meet his thrusts, making myself scream out as I help him fuck me harder. Theo grabs me by the hair and pulls me up. My back is arched dramatically, and I am suddenly snapped out of my daze when he wraps his hands around my throat. Panic washes over me and I fight him.
“Stop, Rhea,” Theo commands softly.
“Let go of me,” I scream. I instinctively throw my elbow back to try and get him off of me. As soon as I do it, I know it’s a bad idea. I don’t know why I’m fighting him. I don’t know why I’m panicked. Theo forces me back to my back and keeps his hands around my throat. I understand and accept that my punishment is him pushing my boundaries and forcing me to talk. I know I need to speak up about what bothered me earlier, but I can’t find the words. I don’t want anyone to think I’ve betrayed them. Have I? I feel like I’ve done something wrong, so I’m avoiding everyone.
“I can’t breathe,” I say tearfully as I grip onto his wrist.
“Say the word, Rhea. If you want me to stop, say it,” Theo says firmly as he slams back into me. I try to push him away, so he pins my wrists above my head with one hand. “Say it.”
“I don’t want to,” I say tearfully as I relax.
“Then trust me, pretty girl,” he speaks softly. He releases my wrists since I’ve stopped trying to hit him and leans into me more. “Trust me.”
I nod and he tightens his grip, completely cutting my air off. He starts back in on slamming against my cervix, only this time I am silent. I can’t draw in a breath. I can’t scream. I can’t do anything besides trust in him.
“Fuuuck, Rhea,” Theo growls through gritted teeth as his rhythm falters. “Come with me.”
Something massive is building, but it won’t break. My brain is swimming with a thick haze from lack of oxygen. When Theo releases my throat and moans from deep in his chest, I can feel my soul shatter into a thousand tiny pieces. He kisses me deeply as he forces all of those shards back into place with every thrust of his hips.