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His breath came through the speaker in ragged pants, and I waited patiently, listening to how his pleasure built. If I shut my eyes, I could picture him sprawled out on the bed with his hand pumping his dick at a steady rate. Knowing him, that pace was picking up with every second as he raced closer.
“I’m going to get down on my knees for you,” Theo whispered. “And I’m going to suck your cock the way you like… the way you trained me to… and then I’m going to let you fuck me however you want.”
“However I want, little wolf?” I repeated.
“Yeah… I don’t care how. I just need you inside me, Rhodes,” he said. The image of him on his knees, looking up at me with that bratty mouth of his open and waiting, had my grip tightening around my length. Heat coiled through my core in rapid response.
“Stroke yourself faster,” I ordered. The sound of his wet hand moved faster, and I matched it with my own, the rhythm of our breathing syncing through the phone. Every ragged breath he let out made my pleasure spike. “Tell me how close you are, Theo.”
“So close…” His voice broke with the words. “Rhodes… I’m right there.”
“Good.” My hand slowed. “Then stop.”
A sound escaped him—half frustration, half pleading. His hand thumped on the bed, and I knew his fingers were curled hard in the sheets under him.
“Please,” he whispered. “Please, I was so close—”
“I know,” I replied as I kept stroking my cock, letting him hear my soft moans. Letting him hear how satisfying it felt to touch myself. “That’s the point, Theo. I promised you that I’d make you regret teasing me so freely.”
He whimpered and shifted on the bed. I could practically picture how he writhed with need and denial.
“You’re going to wait,” I continued. “You’re going to lie there hard and aching, and you’re going to think about the brat you are. And when I’m ready, I’ll let you start again.”
He didn’t answer. I sat there, listening to his uneven breathing while making him listen to mine. I waited for his breath to calm and knew the tension in his body had begun to settle. Only then did I start up again.
“Touch yourself,” I ordered once more. “Slower this time. Let yourself feel every stroke base to the tip.”
I heard him move and reveled in the loud gasp he let out at his own touch.
“That’s it,” I murmured. “Don’t stop, but don’t you fucking come, little wolf. I want you right there, you understand?”
“I won’t,” Theo promised quickly. Always so eager to please.
“Good, because I’m going to tell you exactly what I’m doing.” My head tipped back against the chair. Precum leaked against my fist as I stroked myself faster. “I’m sitting in my office right now with my cock in my hand, and all I can think about is how you looked on your knees last night.”
I heard a whimper through the speaker, soft and barely audible.
“I’m thinking about how goddamn good that bratty mouth of yours felt as I fucked your throat… how you gagged around my cock with tears in your eyes.”
“Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please, let me come,” he begged, his words breaking with his quick breaths. “Please… I’ve listened, and I’ve been good.”
His begging was music to my ears. My hand moved faster as the pressure built at the base of my spine.
“You’ve been good?” I repeated. “You sent me dirty texts in front of the whole team, distracting me from the review I had planned.”
“I know—”
“That’s not good, little wolf. That’s bratty, and brats get punished,” I told him. “Stop touching yourself.”
The whine of frustration he let out was loud enough to draw attention, and I smiled.
“Careful now, Theo,” I warned. “I don’t want anyone walking in your room. That’s my cock begging to be touched. Be quieter. No one else gets to see you like this.”
“What do I have to do to make you let me come?” he asked. The question hung in the air between us as I savored the pressure of my own fist. “Please, Rhodes.”
