His Terms, My surrender

Chapter Five

Theo’s Pov

I watched Sofia’s reaction as she looked around the room, her eyes wide in surprise and disbelief.

“Surprise?” I asked, a smirk playing on my lips as I let the cuffs dangle from my fingers. The clinking sound they made was deliberate, meant to unsettle her.

Sofia’s mouth opened slightly as if to speak, but no words came out. Her eyes were a mix of defiance and uncertainty, a silent plea for mercy that I found amusing.

“What’s the matter?” I taunted, stepping closer to her, enjoying the way she tensed. I could sense the fear and reluctance, and it fueled my excitement. I took another step forward, my presence dominating her.

I—” Sofia began, but her voice faltered. She swallowed hard, trying to steady herself. Her attempts to maintain composure were admirable, though futile.

I reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, my touch lingering just enough to send quivers down her body.

I whispered gently into her ears. “Take off your clothes.”

Her eyes widened further, she seemed frozen. I could see her struggling internally, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides.

“Go on,” I encouraged, my tone almost playful. “You know what’s expected of you.”

She hesitated, her breath catching behind her throat. Slowly, she started to unbutton her blouse, her fingers trembling. Each movement was slow, and the tension in the room was intense.

Her eyes were almost watery as she undressed. She stood there, exposed and vulnerable, her cheeks flushed. Her hands shook as she unbuttoned the last button on her blues, letting it slide off her shoulders and fall on the floor. She stood there breathing heavily. Her bra was lacy and pink standing out against her pale skin. Her breasts were full, the lace just covering her n*****s.

“Good girl,” I said, my eyes taking every detail of her exposed skin. The control I had over her was thrilling.

I moved closer, running my hand from her shoulder down to her arm, feeling the tiny bumps on her skin where my fingers touched. My hands traced the edge of her bra strap, slowly sliding it down her shoulder. Her breathing became unsteady.

“Let’s see all of you,” I said softly but firmly. I reached behind her and unfastened her bra. It fell away, revealing her fully. Her breasts were perfect. They rose and fell with her irregular breaths.

Her cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red, and she instinctively tried to cover herself with her arms. I caught her wrist arrogantly, pulling them back to her sides.

“No hiding,” I told her, my eyes locked onto hers. “I want to see everything.”

I ran my hands down her arms, tracing the curves of her body. My fingers brushed over her n*****s, causing them to harden further. She flinched at my touch, her breath hitching in her throat.

Sofia's eyes filled with despair. Tears welled up, threatening to spill over. She looked like she wanted to cry, fully realizing what her life had become.

“Kneel,” I commanded.

Her eyes were pleading for mercy. But there was no mercy in my gaze. I was determined to crush her, to make her pay for her father’s debt.

As she slowly lowered herself to the ground, her knees hitting the cold floor with a soft thud, I felt satisfied. This was just the beginning of her penance.

“Good,” I said with a low growl. “Your father thought he could escape. But you’ll remind him of his failures every single day.”

I circled her, reveling in her despair until I landed in front of her again.

I reached for my trousers' buckle slowly and slowly, the metal clinking as I undid it.

Her eyes grew wide with fear and excitement, and I could see she was fighting to keep her cool.

“You exist to serve, Sofia,” I said, my voice cold and unforgiving. “And you’ll pay for every one of your father’s debt.”

As I slid the zipper down, the sound seemed to echo in the room, amplifying the tension.

Her breath quickened, her chest rising and falling with each shallow gasp. I could see the tremble in her hands, her entire body tensed.

I pulled my trousers down, letting them fall to the floor.

“Look at me,” I ordered.

She unwillingly lifted her tear-streaked face, her eyes meeting mine.

Slowly, I brought my c**k, watching her eyes widen even more.

“Suck it,” I commanded.

Sofia's eyes were brimmed with tears, she knew she had no choice. Tentatively, she leaned forward, her movement shaky. As her lips touched the tip, I felt a dark satisfaction wash over me.

“Good girl,” I murmured, gripping the back of her head.

She choked slightly but I did not ease up; instead, I pushed further, demanding more.

"That's it," I encouraged, my voice low and commanding. "Take it all."

Her eyes were squeezed shut, tears spilling down her cheeks as she obeyed. The sight of her submission, her struggle to comply, only heightened my arousal.

As I thrust into her mouth, I could feel her resistance crumbling, her spirit breaking.

She was mine to mold, to bend to my will.

And I relished every moment of it.

"Don't stop," | growled, my grip tightening in her hair. "You're not done until I say you are. You are mine, and I’m going to use you. I'm going to f**k your face. And after that, I’m going to tie you up and I’m going to have my way with you.”

“Mmm”

“But first, I want to see those tears.”

I forced my c**k deeper. I hit the back of her throat, as she gag.

“Good.”

My c**k pulsates as I f****d her face. Tears streaming down as I wipe them away.

The sight of her, broken and obedient, fueled my desire. Each time she gagged, each time she struggled to breathe, I felt a surge of power.

"Good girl," I repeated, the words coming out in a low growl.

I kept her there, pushing her to her limits, making her take all of me. When I finally released, I held her in place, forcing her to swallow every drop. The control, the dominance, it was intoxicating.

When I finally let her go, she collapsed to the floor, gasping for air. Her body was wracked with sobs.

I bent down lifting her chin with my finger. I reached for the cuffs.

“These will come next time,” I said. “Get dressed and get out,” I ordered, standing up. “I'm done with you for today.”

She hurriedly dressed, her hands trembling as she pulled on her clothes. She avoided making eye contact and quickly left the room.

Once she was gone, I sat down. I reached for my phone and saw a new message notification. It was an unknown number.

I opened the message, expecting an ordinary text. Instead, the words on the screen got me surprised.

“Sofia belongs to me.”