Chapter 75

Theo's POV

I crouch in front of her again, and my fingers trail up her leg to her bound wrists, tracing the line of tension. Her skin is flushed and beautiful. Her eyes are glassy now, pupils wide, her lips parted in a breathless moan that she doesn’t even try to suppress.

“You’re doing well,” I say, my voice low and close. “But this is only the beginning.”

She shudders, but nods.

I reach for her, sliding two fingers under the thin band of lace between her legs. She’s wet, soaked, actually, and the groan that slips from my throat is involuntary.

“You like this,” I whisper. “You like the pain.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“I haven’t even hurt you yet,” I murmur, drawing my fingers back slowly and pressing them against her lips. “Lick.”