Page 43 of Writhe
“Then say it.”
Theo drives into me harder, his teeth sinking into my shoulder, sending a fresh wave of heat through me.
“It—It feels so good,” I whimper.
“Louder.”
“It feels so fucking good!” I cry, my humiliation burning away in the face of pure, mindless pleasure.
The Doctor makes a pleased sound.
“That’s my obedient pet.”
Theo’s pace turns feral, his groans turning to low curses, his grip painful in the best way. I’m close again, too overwhelmed, too ruined to do anything but let them have me.
“Come for me, Eliza,” the Doctor commands, his thumb brushing over my kiss-swollen lips. “Now.”
And I do. I shatter, my scream muffled by Theo’s mouth, my body convulsing beneath him. Theo follows,his groan ragged, his body jerking as he buries himself deep, claiming me entirely. I collapse, boneless, my body wrecked, trembling, my lungs burning. The Doctor is still there, his fingers brushing against my sweat-slicked skin.
Theo pulls out slowly, letting me feel every inch of emptiness before settling beside me.
I expect them to leave me there, to untie me and walk away. But the Doctor’s hand moves to my jaw, tilting my face up.
Then the Doctor speaks again, and his next words make my breath hitch.
“Now, Eliza . . .” His thumb ghosts over my lower lip, his tone a dark promise. “Tell me . . . do you want more?”
And, God help me, I do.
I want more.
I want him.
The Doctor’s voice drips with approval as he steps closer, his presence suffocating even without sight. “That’s a good pet. See how much easier it is when you don’t fight?”
I shudder, my breath coming in shallow gasps. “I . . . I don’t know if I can.”
“You can,” Theo cuts in, his tone low, dark. “You will, Dollface. You’re already taking it so well.”
My hands flex against the leather cuffs, an instinctive reaction to the heat of their attention. Theo’s grip on my hips tightens, his breath fanning over my skin as he chuckles.
“You feel that?” he murmurs. “That little shake? That’s your body already giving in.”
The Doctor hums, fingers tracing over my ribcage with a touch that is neither rushed nor hesitant. “Of course, she does. My pet was made for this. She just needs guidance.”
His words hit me in the chest, thick with meaning. His pet. The possessiveness in his voice makes my stomach twist, making the heat coil low in my belly.
“You like when he calls you that, don’t you?” Theo teases, nipping lightly at my shoulder. “Go on, doll, tell him.”
I clamp my teeth down on my lower lip, unwilling to say it, unwilling to give them more than they’ve already taken. But then the Doctor makes a sound, just a small one, a soft tsk of disappointment.
“That’s not obedience, pet. I thought we were past this.”
Theo’s fingers trail the inside of my thigh, and I jerk at the touch. “Doll, we can do this all night,” he murmurs, his voice edged with amusement. “Or you can just say what we already know.”
I exhale sharply, my body trembling from restraint, from anticipation. I don’t want to say it.
But I do.
