Theo’s POV
She’s gone quiet in that particular way that tells me exactly where her head’s at. That hazy, floaty place where her body moves because she trusts us to guide it, to use it, to care for it. She’s no longer trying to shift control with subtle pushes or clever little tricks. That sharp edge of teasing submission is gone, melted down into something softer, deeper. She’s slipped, completely and beautifully, into her subspace.
Her body rests easily in our hands now, like she’s offering herself up entirely. I ease forward, my hands steadying her hips as I press the tip of my c*ck against the slick heat of her entrance. She whimpers softly, the sound barely more than a breath, and when I push a little more, I feel the tension of resistance. Not refusal, not denial, just the physical
