Locked In

16

AINSLEY

I opened the door to Theon’s bedroom and was immediately greeted by the scent of him—dark, heady and unmistakably male. The space itself was larger than I expected, but it felt even more enclosed with the huge bed dominating the room, easily taking up half the space. The inviting bed was draped in dark and white sheets, looking like the kind of place where he’d spend hours tangled up, lost in thought or...something else.

Two doors stood at opposite ends of the room, one likely leading to a closet and the other to a bathroom. Between the shadows cast by the low lighting, I could make out a sleek desk littered with tangled cords, two monitors flashing quietly in a corner, and what looked like dismantled electronics laid out in precise order.

The room had a calculated order to it, but it wasn’t the kind of cleanliness that came from someone who cared about appearances. No, this was the room of someone who needed everything exactly where it should be, someone who controlled his space like he controlled everything else in his life. It was... methodical, a reflection of him.

Footsteps sounded behind me and I looked back to see him shutting the door. When he turned, my heart hit my throat.

In his left hand was a rope, and a little lower was his big bulge that had knocked my senses out of my head when he pressed it against my centre. I thought if I fucked myself hard enough with that toy, my horny self would go to sleep. But seeing the fantasy I’d played in my mind stand before me, his eyes lustful and his erection against me, my arousal multiplied tenfold.

I had said I would go naked if he told me to, but as he stalked towards me while untying the ropes, I took a step back.

“What is that?”

He stopped in front of me. “You agreed with the package I come with.”

I eyed the ropes again. “What’s...the package?”

He lifted it for me to take a good look at it. “Ropes and restraint.”

My inside melted, liquid pooling between my legs. Here I was, thinking I couldn’t get wetter. Only the sound of that made me want to jump on the bed. But my heart was racing for another reason. Restraining me meant losing control. I never doubted the possibility of Theon being controlling in bed, actually, it was impossible to picture him doing anything less. As much as I wanted to give him control, it scared me a bit. An exciting fear.

He closed in like a predator, his size taunting. I stared up at him, not bothering to hide the fear he must see so well.

“I can’t make love to you. It’s impossible when you’re too far deep in my bones.”

Theon looked absolutely not like himself. “So...what is it you’re going to do?”

“I’m going to let go of my control and fuck you so bad you’d think I’m trying to flush you out of my system.”

Holy shit.

With a rope. Damn.

“Undress,” he ordered as he moved past me to one of the doors. He opened the one to the closet. It was not a big space, for someone like him at least. But it was wide enough to walk seven feet, his clothes stacked to each side of the wall. His back was to me, opening a drawer as he said, “Repeating myself comes with a price...or punishment.”

My stomach clenched, and I began to undress, noticing the swell and wetness as I moved my legs. What had gotten me wet at first was his own perspective of me. When he called me his myth. A myth. Someone had to value you a lot to view you in that way. Yes, I’d always been aware of Theon’s affection, but it always got me everytime he confessed it.

It always made me feel like there was something about myself that I didn’t know. Maybe I was a discarded angel who fell from the sky and the only human who had witnessed that fall that took my memory away was him.

By the time he turned and got out of the closet, I was already undressed, and his eyes were on me as he dropped something on the bed.

Something that made my mouth run dry.

When he stalked towards me, I swept my eyes to him, knowing this was about to become a crazy night. Why did I feel like he wanted to punish me for having him wait for so long? Because that would explain the rope and vibrator.

My thighs clenched as he stood in front of me and palmed the back of my head, staring down into my eyes.

“Am I about to be completely yours?” I asked, thankful my voice didn’t shake for wanting this to begin so badly. I’d seen this in several highly rated movies to leave me wondering how it felt. And receiving it from Theon was enough to make me start salivating, my ovulation doing nothing to help.

“Yes. Mine.” He might have growled the word because it went straight to my core, and I struggled not to squirm. “To the bed.”

Did I want this? So bad. But was I nervous? As hell.

It was when I got to the bed and sat that he moved from where he stood, his eyes having been on my ass the entire walk. He prowled to me, grabbed my chin and lifted.

“Safe word?” he asked.

Did I need one? I wanted to dip my ten toes into this without cowering, but seeing that he asked meant he needed me to have one in case it was too much for me.

“Locket,” I said, as if I would use it. His eyes dropped to the object that was still on my neck. “Oh.” I made to take it off but he held my hand.

“I want to fuck you with it on.” Then he pushed me, my back connecting with the cold sheets, and came over me, knees on either side of my thighs. “Wrists,” he ordered as he reached for the rope at the edge of the bed.

I brought my hands together and he gripped them in one fist, the other hand working to twist the rope around them.

The beat of my heart was so loud in my ear, it was disturbing. I tried not to lift my hips or rub my thighs together to ease the ache in my pussy at the sight of him atop me—broad, tall and breathtaking.

“Take off your shirt.” It was out of my mouth before I knew what I said. But I wouldn’t take it back. Instead, I added, “I want to see you too.”

He worked with the knot of the rope that was beginning to look like it’d take forever to undo, and when he was done, he met my eyes and replied, “Take it off yourself.”

I’d never tried to sit up so fast. It was hard, considering my hands were tied and he was atop me, though not sitting. His weight was resting on his knees.

He helped me up, putting me on my knees, his legs still on either side of mine. I swallowed whatever was in my mouth, my breathing unsteady as I moved my hands under his blue sweatshirt to touch his skin.

Damn.

That was the only word in my head.

Curiously, I pulled the sweats up to see what he had been hiding beneath cottons.

And to hell with cottons.

My pussy throbbed involuntarily as I internally drooled at his body. His body of art. Masterpiece. And I was yet to see it all. But the colours.

Hurriedly—with my annoying tied hands—I pushed it up, pleading with him to help me take it off. He did, and I eased back on the heels of my feet to take a look at him. The glory of muscles that rippled with the slightest movement. I needed him on me.

My gaze traced the patterns of his tattoos—dark, beautiful, and mysterious, much like the man himself. A crow stretched across his shoulder, wings poised as if ready to take flight. Beside it, a half moon curved, its crescent shape surrounded by stars, giving it a celestial aura.

But it was the tattoo of the tree on one side of his chest that held my attention—a twisted, leafless thing with brittle branches reaching out like claws. Yet, in the midst of the dry, lifeless branches, there was one small green leaf, the only sign of life in the withering tree. What did it mean?

My eyes drifted down his arm, where a swirling pattern of tattoos ran from his shoulder to his wrist. Dark, curling shapes, like the coils of smoke or stormy winds, twisted and intertwined, covering every inch of his skin. They seemed alive, shifting with the movement of his muscles. On his forearm, there was another design—a serpent coiled tightly, about to strike, its eyes burning with the same intensity that was in his right now.

Everything about his tattoos screamed of a past carved in darkness, but there was beauty in it too. And then there was the cut on his shoulder that he seemed to have cleaned.

I moved my hands, fingertips grazing his skin, reaching towards the scar under the beautiful tattoos. His hands clenched beside him, as if trying to fight the itch to take my hands off.

“What happened?” I trailed the closed scar with my fingers lightly.

“Now isn’t the time for backstory.” He took hold of my shoulders and pushed me on the bed, adjusting me so I was lying straight. Then he took the end of the rope and drew it close to the headboard, putting it through a small hole and fastening it.

Shifting my gaze back to the arms over my head, close to the headboard, my stomach clenched.

“Open your legs.” He didn’t even wait for me to comply. His hands wrapped around my shins and propped up my legs, my feet on the bed.

He visibly breathed in when he pushed my legs apart, his chest heaving—slow, ragged breaths that couldn’t hide the raw hunger in his eyes. His pupils dilated, swallowing the hazel in his gaze until they were almost black, dark and endless, like the abyss itself.

The rise and fall of his chest quickened, his fingers flexing as if fighting to control a storm, his lips parted ever so slightly like words couldn’t form what he was seeing.

And God, I felt it too. The way my pulse quickened, the heat creeping up my neck, spreading through my body. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. Every breath he took seemed to draw me in, every flicker of that wild look in his eyes made my heart race. He was consuming me, piece by piece, with a hunger that terrified and thrilled me all at once.

“Dreams do come true.” His gaze lifted to meet mine at last, and he held it as he reached for the vibrator behind him.

This man, fuck.

That vibrator was necessary. I was wet and ready enough for penetration, but with the gleam in his eyes, I could tell he just wanted to fulfil whatever dream he had. The last thing I wanted was foreplay.

“Theon—”

“My name...” The vibrator hummed to life, “...is the only thing you’re going to scream all night. Got it?”

I nodded, eyeing the vibrating object as it came close.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes.”

Life bloomed inside me the second he connected my clit with it. I’d never used a vibrator before. I’d saved up money to buy the only sex toy I had for self pleasure, and though I wanted a vibrator so bad, I didn’t want to get it unless I had money to spare.

And fuck if it didn’t feel so good. Every tremor was a shockwave, spreading from the base of my spine and crawling up, making me feel alive in a way that was almost too much to bear. I could feel my muscles tightening, my breath catching as the intensity grew, wave after wave. It was like I was losing my mind.

My heartbeat matched the vibration on my clit, fast and erratic, as warmth spread through me. It was impossible to think, to control the flood of sensations that swirled.

“Yes,” I moaned, letting my eyes close as I welcomed it.

My body, my mind, every part of me was alight, buzzing with this energy, and all I could do was surrender to its insanity.

My eyes flew open, a gasp breaking free as Theon slid two fingers inside me and began moving. The difference between his thick fingers and mine was clear. Where mine had only been to put myself together, his was destroying it. The feel of them inside me was unfamiliar, big and strange, and that made it more intoxicating.

My breasts ached, also needing the same attention from his fingers. I tugged on the rope as he worked a miracle with his hand, my walls squeezing around him as he thrust his digits in without so much as a pause in between.

My heels dug into the bed, back arching as Theon added a third finger, scissoring his way through impatiently, his movement growing rougher and faster.

“Oh, shit,” I cried, my breathing picking up, the lower part of my body restlessly lifting from the bed as if that would somehow reduce or help me contain this explosive response my body was giving. “Theon. God, ohh fuck.”

With the vibrator buzzing on my clit, his fingers wrecking chaos inside me, and the fact that I could do nothing with my tied hands, pushed me towards the edge of oblivion. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as Theon changed the direction of his fingers, giving it to me exactly where I needed it.

“Who made you come in your living room?” His unrecognisable voice forced my eyes to open, and when I opened my mouth to answer, a moan slipped out instead. Gosh, it was getting too much, too much that I believed ‘coming’ wouldn’t fit what would become of me when I reached that peak.

Theon curled his fingers and rammed in right on that spot that made my legs quiver with an approaching orgasm, spots bursting behind my eyes as I tugged on the rope harder. Holy fuck.

“I don’t like repeating myself,” he said. “Open your eyes and speak.”

“You.”

“Sentence,” he clipped.

“It was you. You’re the reason I came that hard,” I confessed, writhing on the bed. “God, I’m going to come.”

Theon tossed the vibrator away and reached for my breast. Yes, yes, yes, yes. He twisted my nipple between his fingers, mainly the piercing, and the other one yearned for the same touch.

He moved up, and I spread my legs wider to accommodate his body as he leaned down and took my pebbled nipple in his wet mouth.

Fuck yes.

I could have heard wrong, but I felt as he moaned as he sucked on my breast, swirling his tongue around the ring before he released it with a pop.

When he looked into my eyes, my breath hitched. “You have five seconds to come on my fingers, Ainsley.”

Shit.

He was generous for giving me five seconds. I needed just three seconds.

Three—

He gave the side of my breast a sharp slap.

Two—

His digits curled deep inside. His fingers twisted my nipples.

One—

His hand disappeared from my chest, going down to rub my clit.

And that was it. My soul signed out of my body. I jerked and spasmed, my heels drilling holes in the sheet as I came with a cry, clenching his fingers hard enough to stop them from moving. But they moved regardless, not breaking rhythm as they fucked me through my orgasm.

I was convinced the headboard would break with how strong I pulled, like it could plead Theon to stop. I began to lose myself when his fingers deepened and twisted, as though wanting something else from me, more than I could give.

I thought it was impossible to have another orgasm when the previous one was yet to die, but Theon proved me wrong, wringing another scream out of my throat with his relentless fingers.

My head felt light as my back arched off the bed completely, muscles strung tight, body quivering helplessly. My heart was so loud, it was deafening. I was a slave to sensation, to him. It was impossible to break free or move away since he held one of my legs captive, and neither could I close my legs because his body was preventing me from doing so.

“Theon, oh...fucking please!”

He was everywhere I never knew fingers could touch, and I was feeling everything I never knew a body could feel, so much that I wanted to pass out from it.

“Damn yes.” I felt it before I heard him. The third orgasm. I climbed, spiralling higher and higher, every second pushing me closer to the edge of something vast, and my body couldn’t decide if it wanted to explode or fall apart. I was everywhere, nowhere, lost in the dizzying waves of ecstasy that made it impossible to breathe, to think. Only to feel.

To feel as liquid wet my thighs and skin as I sobbed— holy fuck, did I just squirt? Never in my entire life had I done that, or even had a fleeting thought that I would.

I wanted to move, but hell if I had any strength left in me. He’d sucked all my energy dry and he was not even done.

My thighs shook in his grip as his mouth came down on my very sensitive pussy, sucking and groaning around it as if he’d just won a lottery. Fuck him. That was why he dragged out the orgasm for that long. Gosh, I wished there was some way to pay back his ‘kindness’ because I was a second from passing out right on that last orgasm.

Theon trailed kisses up my stomach to my chest, pausing to take my nipples in his mouth before stopping above me, his eyes staring right into mine proudly.

“That was good. You did so fucking well.” He leaned down to kiss me, but pulled away almost immediately.

He was right. It was good. Too good. So good I was still feeling it everywhere.

The sound of his zipper pulled me back to reality, and the strength to move whooshed into me with a force. I’d be damned if I didn’t see the moment Theon pulled out his cock.

His eyes never left mine, and the edge of his mouth tilted up when he sensed my intention, getting off the bed to take off his shorts. He was back immediately, kneeling between my legs and stroking his cock that had me stop breathing.

How should I put this? He was the type of size that society would throw stones at. And no, not in a bad way. But in one that screamed ‘monster, he’s not one of us!’ type of way. Okay, maybe I was exaggerating but holy shit— how many times have I said that tonight? —he was not something that my walls would accommodate without him tearing through.

I’d only been fucked by one person. And he was dead. He was the only boyfriend I’d ever had—crazy how a search for a job and busy life could affect one’s life. But it wasn’t just that. My blind dates never worked. The next day after the meet up, I wouldn’t be able to reach them again. Like they totally cut me off after seeing my face. It was tiring and depressing so I stopped it. I probably was never meant to have a boyfriend.

But thinking deeply, Theon might have something to do with that if truly he was stalking me in Melbourne. I wouldn’t put it past him.

A small slap on my pussy jolted my mind back, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip to keep the cry contained. I stared at the man between my legs. Hell, he was really naked. Two hours ago, it had been a fantasy, but it felt like I just won a front row ticket to see it splay out in front of me live. He was beautiful, better than my fantasy.

He nudged my entrance with the head of his cock, and I took in a sharp breath, mentally readying myself, my fingers digging into my palm to hold back from telling him it would hurt or it wouldn’t fit. I doubted it would stop him.

“Relax,” he warned, lifting my hips with one hand.

Yes, I’m doing a great job relaxing.

“Because you’re going to take me to the very last centimetre.” He started to push in. “And it might hurt. I can’t promise not to hurt you right now because I don’t trust myself with you wrapped around me. I told you I’ll let go of my control.”

Okay, really reassuring.

This wasn’t him apologising in advance. He wasn’t sorry he might hurt me. It was a warning, to prepare myself harder for what he was about to unleash.

He eased in again, and again, and I held my breath, feeling as he stretched me. Every other part of me seemed to hold their breaths as well, waiting for the moment I’d break. He was sinking in slowly, but fuck, it felt more like an invasion than a penetration. My walls fluttered like a leaf around his girth that felt a lot bigger than it actually looked.

“Theon,” I strangled out, my skin breaking out in sweats.

“Fuck,” he growled, slipping in faster. “I love it when you say my name like you need saving from me.”

I bet.

“Breathe,” he said, and I shook my head. Stretching his hand to grab my neck, he moved forward, ramming the remaining length into me. “I said breathe.”

I didn’t only breathe, I screamed, clenching him so hard he groaned. He’d definitely split me like I fantasised, pain lacing through me as he stilled for several seconds, mostly waiting for me to adjust to the big, strange intrusion that was his dick.

“Good?” His hand tightened around my neck.

I nodded, unable to form words as I quickly got used to him, needing him to start moving.

Retreating, his hands framed my waists. He pulled out slowly, my walls contracting, but not for too long. He slammed back in almost immediately.

I choked out a cry, currents coursing through my vein and setting me on fire at the powerful thrust that I knew I would be feeling its impact for a week. I wished I could break free from the rope. I really wished. I couldn’t shut up, I didn’t stand a chance against his ruthlessness.

“Theon,” I cried.

“Yes, say my name. Say it like it’s the only word you know how to pronounce.”

“ Theon,” I moaned, knowing how much it fuelled him.

“Bloody fuck, woman.”

Pain bled into pleasure the more he moved, going from tip to hilt until the full force of pleasure hit me like a tsunami. His fingers dug into my waists, almost bruising, and I pulled on my restraint harder, already aware of what I’d see by the time I was free of them.

Even his hold on me wasn’t enough to keep me still as he hammered his way to eternity. I tried to see him, to have a look at him, but I couldn’t see through the tears in my eyes.

I was wholly consumed by him, I couldn’t feel anything except him, couldn’t hear anything except the wet sound of our activity. It was as though he was introducing me to a new version of sex that I didn’t know existed. He wasn’t just having sex with me, he was making me want him, making me need only him, making me his without screaming the word because this was louder than any voice. And I knew, in my bones, that this wasn’t just sex to him as well. He could feel it.

My back had been off the bed since he slid into me, adding to the list of pains I’d be feeling when this was over. I was convinced I’d break it if I pushed out my chest any further.

“Yes, yes,” I demanded breathlessly as his motion quickened, hitting me so deep it made my eyes roll. Then he thrust in hard, a hand leaving my waist to have me by my neck. I was seeing stars, caught in this sweet, unbearable pleasure, as if I were unravelling piece by piece and yet being put together at the same time.

He squeezed my neck and leaned in, still fucking me steady and deep. “Open your goddamn eyes and tell me who’s fucking you.”

Tears slipped out as I peeled my wet lids apart, taking in his face, clenched jaw, and eyes I would run away from if I saw them in the dark. “Theon,” I whispered, losing my mind. I was climbing, and my body was heating up and jerking.

“Look into my eyes and scream that as I make you come on my cock.”

I nodded, the rough edge of his voice pushing me towards destruction.

Something—intense, dark and strong—curled tight in my stomach like the serpent tattoo on him. It coiled deep, twisting through my veins, unfurling with a slow, deliberate burn. I could feel it biting, until every inch of my skin was alight with feverish intensity. It swallowed me, made me dizzy, breathless—like I was floating, weightless, but charged with a current so fierce it left me trembling. Every nerve hummed, as though I’d been plugged into something far greater than myself, and I couldn’t help but surrender to it.

One rotation and a single, hard crash of his hip had me falling with his name on my tongue. Like he wanted, his name was the only thing I remembered, the only thing I could say even when I’d lost my mind, the only thing that could and was giving me what I craved. More than I craved. Everything else disappeared except him. Him.

With my body quaking, he released my neck and pulled out, flipping me over effortlessly. My tightened nipples protested as they hit the bed, but he was pulling me up to a kneeling position and bending my lower back in, my head in between my arms and in the sheet I’d wet with my tears.

The last of my orgasm died before he forced his way in without so much as a hello.

“Holy fuck,” I choked out again, my eyes wide with how suddenly deep he was. My body tensed, and he didn’t waste much time as he began to pound into me mercilessly. “Oh, oh shit.”

No. Not this position. I couldn’t...

I lifted my upper body to see if it was possible to make this any less overwhelming and vigorous, but he shoved my head back to the bed and restrained every other part of me so I wouldn’t move.

“Feel me mark your pussy mine. I’ll brand you so thoroughly, any man would smell me on you if they ever succeeded in coming close to you. I’ll ruin you even for yourself.”

Yes, he was succeeding. There was no way I would make myself satisfied by masturbating after this.

“No...fuck, too deep, Theon. No, yes, oh yes . God no—”

“Safe word?” he asked as he pounded in and out so hard and deep I began to doubt if he cared about me at all.

“Fuck no,” I breathed. As much as it was too much for me to contain, I didn’t want it to stop either.

“That’s my girl.”

Oh hell.

I didn’t want to come again, I shouldn’t. If I did, I might die.

He didn’t stop, pause, or even give me a break, he thrust into me faster, now hitting that deep spot that had me asking myself why I let him tie me. Not that I would say no next time. Somehow, the idea of being motionless under him was arousing.

Yes, I was coming again. And I shouldn’t.

He fucked me like he was on the brink of coming as well—powerful, unsteady and deep . Hell, so deep it was punishing. So powerful I couldn’t help myself as I came, squeezing his cock with a mission to milk him dry.

A sound that wasn’t human rumbled from him as he pulled my head from the sheet, going around to grab my neck. He bent me back as far as I could go, and used my body as leverage as he slammed into me repeatedly until he couldn’t, his last three thrust almost making me lose consciousness.

He pulsed against my drenched walls and spilled, stiffening as he came.

At this point, the only thing holding me was his grip in my hair. Not just physically, but generally.

I whimpered as he pulled his cock out, already feeling sore everywhere. He’d been serious when he said he was going to fuck me like he was trying to flush me out of his system. And I wouldn’t be surprised if he woke up tomorrow and told me he wasn’t obsessed anymore.

All I felt was my body hitting the bed, the rope around my wrists suddenly gone, replaced by rough hands that were gentle as they massaged them. I was drifting away, eager to escape with the sleep that promised to take away my tiredness.

His lips came down on my sweaty forehead and stayed long, and something heavy shifted in my chest.

“I don’t think I can let you go. Ever,” he whispered, and I must have completely lost it if I really sensed a hint of fear in his voice.

I let the words sink into my heart, holding it there.

I don’t think I want you to let me go, Ever.