Page 79 of Speechless
“I don’t think so.” He moved his hand back to my thigh.
All I could do was moan.
Theo chuckled. Then he placed his lips against my ear, the motion raising chills all over my skin. His whisper made me shudder. “You okay?”
Not even ten minutes, and this Alpha had me on the verge of coming undone in the best way. I could barely form words, let alone describe how this really felt. It was a miracle I could speak at all. “Yeah.”
An even softer whisper. “Get on your knees.”
I slid off his lap and onto the floor in front of the chair, onto my knees.
“Here.” He turned me, guiding me to kneel next to his legs, leaning against them.
The question asking him what I was meant to do was on the tip of my tongue. I held it back. He would tell me. “You can sit more comfortably for a second.”
I shifted off my knees, leaning into his legs. It felt strange, but oddly settling to be leaning against him like this. “Do you feel comfortable?”
“Yeah. Mostly.”
“Mostly?”
Snuggling into his leg, I shivered a little. “I get cold easily.”
His head came down on top of my head, stroking my hair. “You can always be here. Anytime you need it, with any of us, whether you have clothes on or not, whether you’re wrapped in a blanket, it doesn’t matter. If you feel like you need to sit like this, you can.”
I turned a little so I could see him. “Why would I need to?”
“Only you can decide that. But it’s always an option. I want it to be a safe place for you.”
“Okay.” I set it aside to examine later.
“Sit back on your knees,” he instructed, and I obeyed. “Shoulders back, knees open.”
Shifting on the carpet was slower. He reached down and tapped my inner thigh. “Wider. Hands palm up on your thighs, eyes on the floor.”
I’d seen this position before, and fuck me, there must be something in the DNA of this pose, because Ifeltit. I didn’t know how long I would be able to stay like this—I wasn’t used to kneeling—but it settled me into this headspace with a smoothness I loved.
“We’ll call this first position.”
“Does it have another name?”
“Not consistently. People call it different things. But I like it.” His hand still low from tapping my thigh, he brushed his thumb over my exposed clit. “I can see how wet I’m making you.”
His words only made that true.
“Now lace your hands together behind your head, head up, back arched.”
The position pushed my breasts forward like an offering, and now I could see him and the warm approval in his gaze. “This is second position. And you already know what to do when I tell you to present. Can you remember these?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He scooped a hand behind my neck and hauled me closer, slamming his mouth to mine. He sucked my tongue into his mouth and consumed me. No room to accept anything other than his kiss.
“Tell me what you want,” he ordered.
“I thought it was up to you?”
“It is. But just because I’m in control doesn’t mean I’ll always overrule what you want.” A smile. “This is about all of us getting what weneed, not the four, or… five of us now, I guess, taking everything from you and ignoring the rest. It’s okay to ask for things, even if the answer might be no.”
