Fair warning, this is a very long chapter!

Chapter 4

"So, can I have some clothes now?" I ask, wrapping the towel tighter around myself.

"You may," Theo responds, walking over to the large wardrobe by the far wall.

When he returns to me, he's holding a pristine white shirt and a pair of his boxers, which I find are both a little too big for me.

"Looking good," says a voice from behind me as I finish dressing myself.

"I could say the same to you, Mister Layton." I turn to face him, a smile on my face.

"I guess we should go get you some clothes of your own, huh?"

"Really, I-."
"You're not wearing my clothes every day, Luna. You need your own. I insist." He inclines his head at me, making sure I know it's not up for discussion.

"Fine. But I get to pay."

"No." He's stern now, making me feel all small and insignificant.

He looks at me, voice softening some as he takes in my anxious body language. "Please, let me pay. It would be an honour."

"Really? It would be an honour to spend your own hard-earned money on me?" I say, my own eyes hard now.

"Don't get cheeky with me, young lady." He's angry now, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he stares me down.

"No! Why shouldn't I? fuck off. Just leave me alone."

He's in front of me faster than I can blink, my face held firmly in his hands. "Get. To. Your. Room. NOW, young lady." He shouts, pushing me gently towards the door out of the bedroom and landing a sharp smack to my bottom as I go, shamefaced.

I walk from the room, heading to the nursery where the door is still open from earlier.

Entering the room, I stop, unsure of what to do next. I can't get into the playpen or cot by myself , so the only thing I can do is sit on the floor, hugging on of the teddies from the net close as I pout into it.

A knock on the door ten minutes later alerts me to another's presence.

"Go away!" I cry, not daring to look up.

"Little girl, I would have thought you would have learnt your lesson about talking to me like that by now."

"Please, just go." I finally look up, tears clouding my vision as Theo approaches.

"Go!" I launch the bear I'm cuddling at him, hugging myself tight as I cry.

"No, baby. I won't go. I'll never leave you, especially not like this." He's kneeling on the floor before me, teddy in hand, and as I shut my eyes tight against him, he tilts my head up with forefinger and thumb.

"You're my princess – my naughty princess, no less – but my princess all the same; you're mine, no one else's. I will keep you with me forever, even if you do throw things and swear at me. Okay?"

"No." That seems to be my favourite word at the moment.

"No?" he asks, sounding distant now. Less caring.

"I-I don't know." My shoulders slump as I give up this information.

"Luna. Do you love me?"

"Yes." And there's no hesitation before I answer. I do. I know that, even if I don't know much else.

I'm abruptly pulled into a hug, Theo's strong arms wrapped around me as I cry, defeated and weary.

"Shh, baby. Daddy's here; don't cry now. Hush." My hair is brushed from my face and he looks deeply into my turquoise eyes.

"I'm sorry, daddy." My shoulders shake as I sniffle into his shoulder.

"And so you should be." He's being mock stern, I know because, as I look up, he's smiling at me.

"Are you going to smack me?"

"Yes, but the aim is not to hurt, humiliate or degrade. It's to discipline and chastise you for your actions. Do you understand?"

After thinking it over for a second, I nod. "Yes, but I don't like it."

"That's the point, princess. It's a punishment, remember?"

I nod again, more to myself than Theo this time, and move to get up. "O-okay. I trust you."

Before I can – get up, that is – he's on his feet and lifting me up, teddy still in hand. "Come on little one," he says, carrying me over to where the rocking chair lay. "It's going to sting, but it'll wear off just like yesterday, okay?"

"Okay," I say, nervous but understanding what he's saying.

"Good girl." And with that, I'm over his knee for the second time today, only this time not for pleasure.

The smacks seem to go on forever, landing hard and fast, quickly covering my small bottom in a rosy pink blush. "Daddy, I'm sorry. Please stop! I'll be a good girl." And he does, flipping me deftly over and rocking me as I cry, holding my blotchy face in my hands.

"Hey babygirl? Who's this?" he asks me.

I look up, curious, only to see the teddy I'd been holding earlier staring back at me, held in Theo's – daddy's – hand.

My blue eyes meet his green, and I smile, tears stopping suddenly.

"Hello! I'm Terrance. How are you today, Miss Luna?" Theo's voice comes out, all silly and gruff, pretending to be the teddy bear.

I laugh, clapping my hands and answering the 'bear'. "I'm okay, thank you Terrance. How're you?"

"I'm very well indeed! A bit wet though, somehow. Never mind! I'll dry off. I might even get a go in that big – hm, what do they call it again? Oh yes! The washing machine."

I bite my lip, for some reason feeling guilty for getting Terrance wet.

"I'm sorry, Terrance."

"Don't be silly, Miss Luna. I needed a bath anyway!" Theo laughs at the expression on my face.

I pout at him, crossing my arms and putting on a sulky face.

"What's that look for, hm?" He asks, back to his normal voice.

"I didn't mean to get Terrance wet." My pout doubles in force as I say the words, feeling foolish for giving the bear a name.

"He knows that. He's not mad; in fact, I think he's quite thankful that he'll get to have a bath. He's not had one before." He smiles adoringly at me. "What's that?" He points to my chest.

I look down curiously and Theo flicks my chin. "You fell for that old trick, huh?" I narrow my eyes at him and he hands me the bear – Terrance – which I cling to lovingly. "I think it's time for a nap now, hey little one?" he asks as he picks me up from his lap and walks over to the cot,

"No. I mean… uh… can I sleep in your bed please? With you?" I flush as I say this, feeling awkward and shy.

Theo looks at me, calculating. "I suppose that would be okay."

"Yay!" I clap my hands again, still somewhat in little space, as I'm carried down the corridor back to Theo's bedroom.

"Let's get you tucked in."

I comply as Theo puts me down, walking over to the side of the bed I'd slept in the night before and pulling back the duvet.

As I climb in, he comes round the bed, pulling the covers up under my chin and tucking it around me. He then wanders over to his side of the spacious bed, getting in. He's apparently quite capable of tucking himself in, of course.

I roll over onto my side so I'm facing him. He too turns and looks into my eyes. Blue meet green and, as I watch, Theo's emerald eyes dart to my lips, much the same way they did when we first met. Before I can protest – which I would have, just for something to do, you know? – I'm entrapped in a lustful kiss.

When eventually we surface for air, we avoid each other's eyes, both knowing how much we needed the shared contact but unwilling to admit it.

I take my bottom lip between my teeth, nibbling thoughtfully. Theo needed me just as much as I need him, I conclude.

"Hey, princess. Stop ruining those pretty little lips; they're mine to bite, not yours."

He litters kisses all over my small face, starting at the top and working his way down, ending with a sweet one left on the right hand corner of my upturned mouth. "Go to sleep."

And I do, finding I'm suddenly exhausted.

-0-

"Hello, there." My eyes flutter open to find Theo gazing fondly at me.

"Hi," I yawn, stretching my arms above my head as I sit up. "Waah. That was a good nap."

"I'm not surprised – you looked very tired."

I poke my tongue out at him, glaring mockingly.

"Let's go get some lunch, hm? We forgot all about breakfast." He says, elegantly rolling out of the bed – how does he do that? –, pulling on his shoes and turning to face me expectantly. "Are you coming?"

I scramble up, coming to Theo's side and entwining my fingers in his. "Let's go! I'm starving." I laugh, dragging him out of the door and down the corridor.

Once downstairs, we procced to enter the kitchen, where he lets go of my hand, in favour of walking over to the fridge. "What would you like? I'm going for a bacon sandwich."

"I'll have the same, please." I ask politely.

"Sure thing. Let's get cooking, baby!" He chucks me a pack of smoked bacon from the fridge, which I catch, opening it and placing it on the counter top, waiting for a frying pan and some oil.

As if he'd read my mind, Theo hands me a griddle and a bottle of extra virgin olive oil. I place the pan on the hob and squirt the oil into it, simultaneously extracting four slices of bacon from the packet and placing them in the now warm griddle.

Theo grabs some tongs from the draw to the side of the fridge-freezer and sets them down on the side board, not needing to flip the meat just yet. Instead, he stalks towards me, pulling me into him by the hips and drawing me into a quick kiss. When he decides the bacon is done enough, he turns of the hob.

"Grub's up honey, though I know what I'd rather be eating." He looks hungrily at me, tongue darting out to flick over his sumptuous lips.

I gaze at him as he stares, eyes smouldering. "Pudding?" I suggest cheekily, pulling the elastic of my shorts down to expose the top of my groin.

A growl slips from Theo's lips as he nods jerkily, obviously restraining himself. "Come, eat." He swallows thickly, takes a deep, steadying breath, then settles himself at the table, setting lour lunch down.

As we eat, I feel the excitement grow in my belly; 'Pudding'.

The thoughts of what he might do flood my mind, driving all other thought away, and I eat my sandwich quickly, wanting to know exactly.

I finish, and, wiping my hands, look to Theo. He's still eating – stupidly slowly, might I add.

'Hurry up,' I think, my adrenalin and curious excitement building further, until I almost can't take it anymore.

Finally – finally – he finishes, he too wiping his hands on a napkin. He sits back in his chair, watching me with calculating eyes as I shuffle about in my own seat.

"Come on.' Again I'm willing him to get on with it, instead of letting me stew and make myself nervous.

"Get on the table," he barks out of nowhere.

"I-what?"

He doesn't deign to answer, instead shooting from his seat, picking me up from where I'm sat, holding me in a seated position on his hips, hands on my ass.

He sits me on the table, pulling down his boxers (the one's I'm wearing), and leaving me exposed. It feels exhilarating.

My pink 'parts' out in the open, free to the cool air, I fight the urge to cover myself.

Theo kneels on the floor, looking like a tiger that's spotted its prey, eyes hungry. "I'm going to suck, lick, and play with you until you come, alright baby?"

"Fuck. Please sir." I throw my head back, hair flowing down my back as he moves in on his target.

"You sure you're ready for this?" Theo hesitates.

"Yes. Please!" I cry, willing him to get on with it. I feel like a desperate little whore.

"Your wish is my command, little lady." And with those words, he dives in, licking me and sucking on my sensitive flesh, making me buck and whimper, searching for more of the glorious sensation.

"Oh! Oh sir. Please, I need to, I'm gonna-,"

"Not yet, babe. Wait for me to give permission."

'Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!' I'm panting from exertion now.

He runs over my clitoris with his talented tongue, circling round and round until I feel that wondrous pull inside again.

"Come for me, baby. Come for sir." And I do. The pull in my groin is too much for me to contest with and I come, Theo's mouth still working its magic.

"Good. Well done! You lasted longer than I thought you would." He looks up at me, pride clearly shown in his beautiful jewelled eyes.

-0-

I sit on the sofa, still on Theo's shirt and pants, watching the television.

The man in question comes in, handing me a large bowl of strawberry ice-cream. "Thank you." I acknowledge, smiling gratefully.

"Anything for you, my dear." He croons, stealing a rather hefty spoonful of the icy cold dessert. "Anything worth watching?" he nods to the TV.

"Nope. I mean, Teletubbies is on, but that's about it." I respond, absently flicking through the channels.

"We'll watch that then, hey?" Theo smiles, grabbing the thick throw from the sofa back and wrapping it lovingly around my shoulders.

"Okay!" I giggle, pulling the blanket closer to me. Little space – activated!

The smile on his face as he watches me immerse myself in the silly children's program fills me with joy. It sends a warm feeling straight to my heart, I tell you.

-0-

It's three PM now and I'm still sat watching kid's TV, Theo running a hand nonchalantly through my hair and humming a soft tune.

"We need to go clothes shopping later, babe," he says, tugging on a stray lock of my hair as it falls into my face, covering me left eye like a pirate patch.

"Do we have to?" I whine. "I'm much more comfy in your clothes, sir." I bat my lashes at him, petulantly.

"Yes, we do," he says sternly.

I pout, my bottom lip sticking out like a guppy fish. "Ooooh."

"Don't 'oh' me, monkey. We're going and that's final."

"Okay." I sniff, pretending to cry.

He looks at me, seeing what I'm doing, before lunging forward and tickling me relentlessly.

"Stop! No! Have mercy, have mercy!" I roll around on the sofa, desperately trying to get away from the Tickle Monster that is Theo.

He stops suddenly, his phone ringing.

"Oh, that's mother. I need to take this. You alright there for a minute Hun?"

"Yeah, sure. Go take your call," I smile.

"Thanks babe." He smiles adoringly at me before turning and walking to the door, answering his mobile with a 'Hello mother. How are you?'.

-0-

He comes back after five minutes, sitting on the sofa next to me. "Listen. Mother's coming over – she'll be here in about twenty minutes – and she's bringing a dress for you to wear out while we shop for your own clothes, and a few other… things."

"That sounds okay," I say, confused at why he looks so sheepish. "What's wrong?"

"I'll be honest, I wasn't too sure how you'd take that, I suppose."

"Oh."

"Oh, indeed."

-0-

Twenty minutes later, as promised, Theo's mother Lucinda arrives. I look on at the red beetle car with amusement at the typical posh-ness of it.

"Hello, Luna darling. How have you been? It's lovely to see you looking so bright and well." She does two air kisses – one on each cheek – and pats my face patronizingly.

"I've been good thank you Mrs Layton-,"

"Lucy."

"-Lucy. I apologise. Theo's taken me under his wing." I'm quite proud of remembering to call him by his given name around people. That could have been a very embarrassing slip-up.

"Good to hear!" she exclaims, clapping her hands and praising her son with a 'you've done well, Theo'.

At that, Theo nods, jaw twitching and usually vibrant, alive eyes cold and distant.

His mother looks between us, a silence lingering in the air for a second too long. She seems to pick up on Theo's sudden change in mood. After another few seconds on awkward silence, she pipes up. "Well… shall we get going, dears?"

"The dress, mother." Theo drawls. He's definitely not happy.

"Oh. Oh yes. Here, Luna," she says, pulling a short black pencil dress from her back. "Here you go. You may keep it; I don't think anybody wants to see an old lady's thighs now, do they?" she laughs.

"Thank you, Lucy." I decide not to answer the last, for fear of offending anyone. Instead, I curtsey and leave the room to change. I hear heavy footsteps fall behind me as I climb the spiralling staircase, turning to see Theo, a scowl marring his handsome features.

"Theo?" I ask. "What's wrong?"

"Luna, please listen to me." He sounds desperate, and worry creeps up on me, seeping into my very being and settling heavily on my shoulders. "What ever mother says today – about me, about all of this – please, I implore you, don't listen."

"Why? What's she going to say that's so bad?" I think back to the Games Room, blushing and trying to keep from looking away. There's no way she could know about that… was there?

Apparently she could.

"She'll tell you how I was always like this, even as a child; always interested in taboo things… sexual things. She'll tell you how I had toys from the age of sixteen, and what I did with them. No mother should know that about her son. I don't want you to think differently of me – badly. I want you to find things out from me, for yourself. Do you understand what I'm saying, Luna?"

'Sixteen!' Is all I can think. 'Sixteen!'

"It's okay, sir. I trust you, love you. I believe you, no matter what she says. No matter that I've already got my own opinion of her. I won't listen, okay? I will figure you out by myself; that's my prerogative."

Inside, all I can think of is how he got to be like this – into all of this – so young.

"Thank you, Luna." He climbs the last few steps until he's level with me, wrapping me in a warm embrace. "I love you."

It's only the second time he's said that, and I adore it.

"I love you, too," I whisper seductively into his ear.

"Luna… don't do this to me now; not before we're about to go out, with my mother no less."

"But why not? It's fun." I wink at him before flouncing off in the direction of the bedroom, where I quickly change into the dress, Theo's boxers still on underneath.

"Brat," carries down the hallway, and I laugh, knowing he won't do anything about it.

Once I'm dressed in the well… the dress, I go back to the hallway where Theo awaits. He holds his hand out and we walk, together, down to where his mother awaits.

"All dressed? Everybody ready?" At simultaneous nods so beams. "Wonderful." She holds both of her manicured mitts to me, taking me in. "You look lovely, dear." She turns her attention to her second born son, nodding encouragingly. "Doesn't she look pretty, Theo?"

"Yes, mother. She looks beautiful. Let's go." He wraps an arm around my middle protectively, holding me close to his side.

-0-

We drive into Central London, Lucinda in the front, me and Theo in the back, holding hands.

The radio plays 'my sherona' as we pull into the car park, where we stop on the third floor. I'm surprised she doesn't get a valet officer to park it.

As I vacate the little red car, I'm swiftly pulled out of the way of a speeding Ford Mondeo by my knight in white shirt, black shoes, trousers and tie.

"Watch it, you mongrel!" Theo snarls at the driver of the blue estate. "You ought to have a little special awareness." He shakes his head, slamming the door I'd just vacated and gripping my forearm tight. "You okay, babe?"

He turns his attentions to me now, taking in my shaking form. "It's alright, baby. Daddy's got you." He whispers into my ear as he holds me close.

I smile as I calm, feeling safe and protected. "I know." I reassure him as I hear his breath hitch in my ear.

-0-

We walk into the main city, hands bumping every now and then as we look around the shops, peering into windows and 'ooh-ing' and 'ah-ing'.

There's all the usual chains, plus more if you know where to find them; Louis Vitton, Chanel, Wallace, Vivian West and Stella McCartney to name a few. We pop into all of them, picking up dress after dress, outfit after outfit.

"Theo, really. This is enough, honestly!" I tell him, clutching armfuls of bags.

"Maybe on the clothing front, yes, but not for everything."

With that cryptic response, we're off down another street, walking until we reach a rather impressive sized Ann Summers.

"Theo, i…" I steal a look at Lucinda, who's enthusiastically examining her nail beds.

He turns towards me with a bemused expression, before noticing what the problem is. "Mother, please stay here," he barks, and with that, I'm being dragged into the oversized lingerie and… other stuff… store.

Mounted on the wall on clothes dummies were more sexy outfits than I'd ever seen in one place, along with some rubber bodysuit thing I'd never heard of before.

"Latex fetish." Theo explains. I blink.

"How'd you like this one, Luna?" Theo's wandered a few feet away, holding out a silken, lacy number without arms or legs. It's blood red, with ribbon tying it at the back, and seems to be quite a tight fitting outfit – made that way, of course. I'm in love with it. Absolutely, unimaginably in love.

"I love it. Oh, it's gorgeous!"

"Just like you, hey?" he says, and plonks the item into the netted basket he's carrying.

"Thank you so much." I walk over to where he's standing, looking all handsome. "You don't have to do this…"

"I know I didn't have to. I wanted to." And that's all he says, turning away to examine another piece of racy underwear.

By the time we've passed the clothing part of the shop, our visit has already surpassed forty minutes, but apparently we're not done yet. As we approach the back isles, I realise just what Theo means by 'other stuff'.

There's dildos, buttplugs, anal beads and candy lingerie, along with cock rings, whips, canes and heart shaped leather paddles, plus more I couldn't name. Not that I knew the names of any of these things until Theo's expertise shone through, like a bright kinky star. He listed them, one by one, as I glanced over them, curious but blushing fiercely all the while.

He picks up a few things, placing them discreetly into the basket before walking over to the cashier to pay. "Theo…" I draw his attention, face bright red. "Could I go wait outside please?"

"Yes, darling. You may." He gently shoves we towards the exit and I go, heading to where his mother sat, holding out a warm cup of americano coffee to me.

"Hello, dear. Purchase anything interesting?" She looks at me over the rim of her spectacles.

"Oh… uh… Theo's just paying now, Mrs Layton," I try to avoid answering her over-interested sounding question.

"Anything nice?" she coaxes.

"Yes, thank you mother," Theo interrupts, coming out of the shop, his arms even more laden than mine with bags now. Chills run down my spine at the icy tone of voice.

He tilts his head at me and, with a softer voice asks, "Are you ready to go home now, princess?".

"Yes sir," I reply, suddenly very sleepy. I realise my slip up too late, as I notice Lucy's beady, over eager eyes flick to me, shining with something akin to glee.

"You okay, sweetheart?" Theo sounds worried.

"Yes, I'm fine. Just tired." I yawn to cover up the awkward feeling and distract Theo, in hopes he won't punish me for my miss=-wording.

"You sure?" he asks, concern lacing his voice. Looks like it worked.

"Yeah, I'm sure." I look blearily at him through my fringe. "Let's just go home. Please?"

It's the first time I'd called his house that – home – but I think I like it. I've never really had a home, just places I've lived, I guess.

Theo looks at me, somewhat startled at my blasé use of the word, but nods his head and starts towards the car park we'd stopped in.

We reach the little beetle and load the bags into the boot, although there's limited space in such a small car and so we – Theo and I, that is – are forced to carry a couple in our laps each for the journey 'home'.

When eventually we reach the house, I'm absolutely shattered, eyelids drooping heavily and yawns escaping my mouth ten to the dozen.

"Luna, honey. We're here." Theo shakes my shoulder, gently rousing me from the reverie. "Time to have some dinner, then we'll get you to dinner, right?" He assesses my sleepy face and takes pity on me, getting out of the car, bags in one hand, and opening my door for me. He picks me up and carries me into the house, where we're greeted warmly by Storm, Lucien and the puppies.

Theo places the bags heavily on the settee and sets me on my unsteady feet, "Stay here while I go and get the rest of the bags, okay?"

"Okay." I'm too tired to bother with adding on any 'sirs', instead choosing to lay on the floor.

-0-

I'm roused by the smell of fish and chips, which is being waved over my weary head, enticing me to eat it.

"Wakey, wakey baby. Dinner's ready." Theo places the plate of food on the floor beside me, along with a knife, fork and the usual condiments; ketchup, mayo, salt and vinegar. I sit up, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hands before tucking in to the food. It's delicious, the fish's breadcrumbs crispy and golden and the chips cooked to perfection – not greasy or slimy – just right. "Thank you, sir. This is just what I needed." I look up to find Theo sitting opposite me, enjoying his supper as I am, mine.

"Not a problem; you looked like you needed some fuel, laying on the floor there." He quirks an eyebrow at me. He laughs, a beautiful sound, full of joy and warmth.

I laugh too, his own infectious, and it's a genuine one; not forced and fake, more happy and relaxed.

"Come, let's get you to bed," he says once he's gathered himself again. He picks up my now empty plate and his own and places them on the coffee table, presumably for Destiny to clear up, later.

I practically run up the stairs, ready for Theo's bed – or my cot – which ever he decides I'm sleeping in.

It turns out it's to be the cot tonight.

Theo catches up with me in the upstairs landing and directs me towards the nursery. "Crib tonight, little one." He speaks so softy I barely hear him.

"Yes daddy." I skip off towards my room, grabbing Mr. Terrance from the table where he'd been left, beside the rocking chair.

Theo comes through the door shortly after, picking me up and making his way towards the changing table. I start to whine. "Noooo daddy. No nappies!"

"Yes, baby. We don't want you having any accidents now, do we?"

"No… but it's embarrassing."

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about," he assures me. "You're a baby and babies wear nappies. You're lucky I've not put you in them full time." At this, he gives me a significant look.

"Hmph." I cross my arms and sulk.

Theo grabs another nappy – same design as before – and changes me into it.

I sleep well that night, all snuggled up in my cot.

-0-

"Hey, hun," Theo says as he walks through the nursery door, finding me already up and awake, standing and holding the crib railing with my dummy in my mouth.

"Hello!" I bellow through the obstacle.

"You look like you slept well." He comes over to the cot and pulls the side rail down, lifting me out and onto the floor. "Any good dreams?" He winks at me now, and I blush on cue.

"Yes, thank you," I say as I take the dummy from my mouth, placing it in his outstretched hand before stepping over to the changer.

"You did sleep well, didn't you?" Theo laughs as he follows me over.

"Yup!"

-0-

After I'm changed – he decided I should wear nappies 24/7, which I vigorously denied – and we're both dressed for the day, we head down stairs.

"Babe, how do you feel about visiting the Games Room later?" Theo asks, looking at me out of the corner of his eye.

"!-I dunno, sir," I whisper, suddenly a bit anxious. 'What are you so worried about, Dove? He won't hurt you.' At least, I hope he won't…

"We'll try it, but remember: talk to me if you start feeling worried or scared, okay princess?"

"I am worried, Theo," I say, and it's the first time I've called him that when we're alone. I'm not sure quite how he'll take it.

His expression glazes over, and he goes into 'teacher mode', which I've not seen before.

"What at you worried about, exactly?" He asks, all professionalism and calm exterior.

"I don't want you to hurt me. I'm scared I'll panic – freak out – and I'm worried how you'll react to that." I say, remembering my first spanking. There. I was honest.

"For a start, if I hurt you, it's for pleasure or a punishment. I'll always make it clear which one. Secondly, if you get scared, I won't react badly; I will comfort you until you either feel ready to carry on, or want to leave the room."

"Alright. We can go when you're ready, sir." And just like that, he's out of 'teacher mode' and back to the man I fell in love with.

-0-

After finishing our matching breakfasts of toast with marmite and strong black coffee, we head to the nursery to remove my nappy, then to the Games Room.

Upstairs, hand in hand, we enter the green schemed room, which is just as we left it – untouched.

"So…" I coax, waiting for Theo to take the lead, as is his want.

"On the bed, please Miss Dove," he growls into my ear, taking off my black cardigan from behind.

My spine chills at these words. The bed? So soon? But I obey, flouncing over to the large kingsized bed and throwing myself backwards into its soft embrace. "Ready and waiting," I say, being deliberately cheeky, just for a reaction.

I get a reaction, alright.

He growls, taking off his shirt and leaving just his loose fitting grey joggers and maroon socks. He circles the x-frame that stands ten feet before the bed, eyeing me through his lashes.

Suddenly, he's moved faster that a flash of lightning, and is pulling my trousers off. Next to be removed are my socks, quickly followed by my t-shirt. I'm left in just my pink silky underwear with pretty little bows on.

"Stand there." He points to just before the frame. It's an order – a command – and I jump to obey it.

"Lift your arms for me."

I do.

"Spread your legs."

I do.

"Wider."

My legs are stretched as wide as I can get them now.

He holds each of my wrists in turn, leather cuffs with soft purple fur lining the inside binding me to the cross. The same goes for me ankles, which he handles gently too, even in the heavy heat of the moment.

"There," he says, a proud lilt in his voice.

He walks behind me now, unclipping my bra and letting it fall to the ground before me. Next, it seems, my underwear.

Theo hooks his thumbs into the waistband, pinging them and giving me a smidgen a sensation. His long fingers inch towards my front, walking themselves like little legs to my private parts. "Oh." A flutter of breath enters my lungs as his hands reach their destination.

"That's right, Miss Dove. You're mine – to play with, touch, and fuck as I see fit. Understood?"

I nod, unable to make my dry mouth form coherent words.

"Use your words, princess," Theo croons, his hands still placed possessively on the front of my knickers.

"Uh." I buck forwards, aching for his touch.

A sharp smack lands on my ass. "Words, babe."

"I understand, sir. Fuck. Please." 'Fuck me!'

"Please, what? Tell sir exactly what you want." His hand has moved back to its position on my crotch, thumb absently running over my groin. He makes no move to fulfil my wishes, and his voice s husky in my ear, which he nips as I apparently take too long to answer.

"Touch me. Fuck me. Oh God, just… do something, please!"

"I won't fuck you – not yet. Not for a while yet. But I will touch you… make you feel good."

I have to stop myself from letting out a whine of discontent, sure that it would earn me another slap. But, to be honest, would that be so bad? It's something to feel in this world of numbness and untouched vaginas.

Deciding, rather sporadically, that it is what I want, I do it. I whine. A pitiful, pathetic sound, and as I predicted, he slaps me, right in the middle of my left ass cheek. It leaves a stinging red mark that makes me hiss with pleasure. "Oh God. Please."

"You like that, hm? I'll stop that for now, then." And he does, leaving me feeling deprived. In fact, he barely touches me for all of ten minutes, the bastard.

Finally, after so long of aching for some kind of sensation, I feel a slight bump of fingertips brushing lightly against my lips. My eyes close as I try to calm my erratic breathing.

"So soft…" Theo murmurs. Next thing I know, his warm, succulent lips are attached to my own cold ones, sucking and biting, his tongue flicking out to lick my bottom lip in askance of entry to my warm, wet mouth. I give in, parting my lips just slightly, and his tongue darts in, quicker than a striking python, exploring my mouth as if it were a cave.

I groan around him, wanting more than just these hot, steamy kisses.

"You want more, baby?" He asks, his voice humming into my mouth.

"Yeah. Oh…" I couldn't form any more words even if I wanted to, his fingers circling my clitoris through my underwear.

"That's right. Shhhh," he says, pulling away from my mouth.

The dampness floods through my pants now, falling into a puddle of pre-ejaculation at my thighs.

"Babe, if you don't want to do something – at any point – say 'red light' for me, okay? Just so I know if you're alright or not."

I nod, eyes closed, thinking of how I'll never say those words. I'll always want to do whatever he wishes – always. I sense Theo move away from me, and hear a rustle from the right of where I hang, helpless on this rack.

Turning my head, my nostrils flare with the heady smell of cigarette smoke. I open my eyes to see him standing up against the chest of drawers beside the door, Marlboro red held loosely between forefinger and thumb, a plume of smoke rising above his head like an angry cloud of discontent.

He runs his free hand through his mid-length, dirty blond hair, sighing as the double hit of nicotine reaches his system.

"Come here," I beckon. "I want one."

"Come and get it," he taunts, holding his smoke out to me.

"I can't, asshole," I mutter, trying in vain to loosen the cuffs that hold me ransom.

"Excuse me?" His voice is gruff, both from surprise, and the smoke in his lungs.

"Oh, come on Theo. Spank me. You know I love it." I wink at him now, head turned fully in his direction.

"I thought you wanted a cigarette?" He's genuinely confused. Sucker.

"I do. Let me smoke. Please, sir?" I take pity on him, adding the moniker in hopes he'll realise I'm just being a brat.

He does.

"Oh, you naughty thing." He stalks over, cigarette between his lips. "I'm gonna let you have one puff, that's it." He removes the light up cancer stick from his own lips and places it between mine, where I grab it between my teeth, taking a large inhale and refusing to give it back.

Theo realises this and, to my surprise, leans forwards and, taking the lit end in his mouth for a second, puts it out both from the lack of oxygen supplied to it, and his saliva.

He licks his lips, catching my eye, and smirks, wandering back over to the chest of drawers.

From within this somewhat magical piece of furniture he pulls a white strap with a pink ball tied in the middle, and as he comes back over to me, I notice what it is. A ball gag. Oh. My. God. Yes.

"My dear, do you know what this is?" The fetish item dangles unlovingly from his long – amazing – fingers.

"Y-yes. Oh my." I nod, frantically, wordlessly begging him to GET ON with it.

"Tell me, angel. What is it?" He's smirking, obviously getting a kick out of me actually saying the words.

I indulge him. "A ball gag, sir."

"Good." He's next to me now, stroking one hand through my dark halo of hair, occasionally tugging loose tendrils as they fall pathetically from my messy bun. "Head back," he commands.

I oblige.

He places the ball in my mouth, tying the contraption at the back on my head, being careful not to catch any of my hair, which he lets free to hang around my naked shoulders.

"Now, because you can't speak to say your safe-word, just put your finger up at me and as soon as I see it, I'll stop okay?"

I nod.

"Well done." His voice sounds like the angels singing from above; beautiful and humbling.

He stands before me, all sex god and dominant. Jesus fucking Christ.

"Mmm," I hum, trying to speak through the obscuring piece of bandage equipment – trying to beg.

"What was that?" he cocks his head sarcastically. "I can't quite hear you, sorry."

Oh, the bastard.

"-uck -oo."

"Hm? Fuck me? I think it's the other way 'round, my love. Don't you think?"

I do think.

He's so close to me now, I can almost hear his thoughts – 'I'm going to make you cum in the most glorious way'.

His breathing is regular, unlike my own panting breath, and he smells like smoke, perspiration and Hugo Boss. Fucking amazing, heady combination, I tell you.

As I watch him, helpless to stop him even if I wanted to, he pulls my knickers down, leaving me vulnerable and exposed.

There's a bark and a scratching at the door, and Theo turns away from me to let Roman in.

So he really is to be with me when I'm vulnerable? It seems so, as the (now quite large) shaggy dog trots over to where I hand, suspended, and flops down beside me, panting.

"Good dog," Theo praises, bending down to pat the handsome creature on the head. "You know your duty."

He turns his attentions back to me now, bending his head close to me and brushing his lips against mine, making me think we're going for a kiss, before pulling back and saying authoritatively, "You only kiss back if i give permission in this room from now on. Understood?"

I shake my head, not understanding. "-hy?" I ask, bravely.

"Because I said so." It's so final that I don't dare to protest further, for fear of real punishment.

His hands take my hips from the behind, and he thrusts his own into mine, giving me some tantalizing body contact. Jesus.

He keeps rutting against me, the tent in his trousers brushing against my clitoris with every thrust, and before I know it, I'm very close to coming.

He stops – 'Why?!' – and turns towards the chest again, this time pulling from it some thick, black tape I'd never seen the like of before. It's not like duct tape; it's smaller and thicker in width.

"D'you know what this is?" Theo asks, taking in the quizzical look on my perplexed face.

"-o -ir." I don't.

"It's bondage tape. I'm going to cut off four small sections and make two crosses from them, to go over your nipples. It's to reduce sensation and to make you look even sexier."

He does as he says he would, placing the handmade crosses over my areolas. Next, he kneels before me, pulling me back slightly from the frame in order to do so.

"I'm going to make you cum now. Do you want that?"

"-ES!" I nod with vigour, making it – very – obvious that yes, I do want to come, and to hurry the fuck up!

"Tut tut. Patience is a virtue, my dear." He looks at me tauntingly – making me think he's going to put it off even longer – before going in for the kill.

The feel of his hot lips on my labia makes me want to cum straight away, but I hold it, wanting more and remembering the whole 'permission before coming' rule.

He sucks, licks, swirls and bites until eventually, I'm a shaking, sobbing mess dangling weakly from the frame, hanging from my (permitted) climax.

"Well done, baby. Well done." He stands and strokes both hands through my sweaty hair, indulging me with a pet name and a kiss, in which I taste the saltiness on my own sex on his tongue.

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A/N: The song My Sherona, by The Knacks, is potentially a song about paedophilia, with the lines 'Never gonna stop, give it up, always get it up for the touch of the younger kind'. I'm by no means condoning rape or paedophilia, but, if you story.