Page 30 of Writhe
I shake my head, or try to. His hold is unrelenting. His fingers press deeper, stretching my lips apart, sliding until they hit the back of my throat, and I gag, my body convulsing.
Theo shudders, a muffled sound rumbles in his chest. The Doctor hums, “Oh, Theo. You were meant for this.”
But Theo doesn’t look at him. His eyes are locked on me, and his fingers are shoved down my throat.
I whimper around his fingers, humiliated, my pulse thundering in my ears. I don’t want to do this. Or do I? Heat licks at the base of my spine, and my thighs press together involuntarily, desperate for some kind of friction, some kind of relief.
Theo tilts his head, watching me struggle, something almost playful in the way he strokes my cheek with his thumb. “Suck,” he orders, his smirk curling at the edges, all sharp teeth and wicked intent. “How do you expect to take my cock if you can’t even take three fingers down your fucking throat?”
“Theo.” My voice is muffled, slurred around the intrusion.
His smirk widens. “Theo . . .” he mocks. “Are you going to beg, doll?”
A choked sob rattles up my throat, my body trembling, my mind splintering under the weight of his control.
“That’s not an answer.”
I squeeze my eyes shut as I swallow around him, my tongue involuntarily curling around his fingers.
He leans in, his cheek pressing against mine as he whispers into my ear, “That’s it . . . Just like that. You will swallow my cock . . . just like that.”
Shame and arousal twist inside me. I hate this. I crave it. My body aches with need, with want. My thighs clench, and Theo notices.
His smirk turns, knowing. “Oh,” he breathes,dragging his fingers from my mouth, tracing the slick mess across my bottom lip. “You do like this, don’t you?”
I shake my head.
He chuckles. “Liar.”
“She’s a natural,” the doctor says, “And you, Theo . . . you were born to take.”
Theo’s expression sharpens, his hand slipping from my chin to my throat, his fingers curling possessively around it. I gag again, my body convulsing, and Theo jerks me up by my throat, cutting off my air for a fraction of a second before loosening, just enough to let me breathe. I suck in a desperate gasp, my vision blurring at the edges.
His breath is hot against my lips, his chest rising and falling in deep, unsteady heaves.
“I’m going to have fun breaking you, my beautiful doll.” He tilts my chin up, studying me like a wolf deciding where to sink its teeth first. My lips part, my breathing shallow, and his gaze drops to my mouth, lingering. I feel as if he may kiss me. But he doesn’t.
His other hand trails down, his knuckles grazing over my stomach, lower, until I gasp, instinctively jerking back. He catches me, forcing me still. “So reactive. So, precious. You’re going to be a good girl for me and get on your knees. As long as you obey, you’ll be rewarded.” He ghosts my lips, and I want him to kiss me. So. Fucking. Bad.
I make a sound—somewhere between a whimper and a denial—but he just chuckles. I shouldn’t obey.
And yet . ..
My knees lower on their own accord, the leather biting as I lower myself onto the floor. I see the bulge of Theo’s cock pressing against his jeans, and I look up to meet his eyes. His jaw tightens, his tongue flicking out to flick his wet lips.
He likes this.
He likes watching me submit to him.
And I?—
I like it too.
Shame burns under my skin, but it isn’t enough to stop me. The Doctor exhales a pleased sound, and I feel his gaze like a touch, dissecting, analyzing.
“See? That wasn’t so hard.”
I hate how much I want him to touch me. Hate how much I want to see what he’ll do next.
