Smut involved (you can skip this chapter if you feel discomfort in sexual scenes- you won't be missing much regarding the story itself if you do skip, I promise 🤗) But i know for some people too much detail may be uncomfortable so I completely understand. I get shy just having to write it haha.
PLEASE READ BELOW: (i am interested in your opinions)
In general, do you guys want more smut scenes in this story? Or would you rather less physical descriptions? aka less physical smut but still keep the mental dynamics/words said? approach towards the sexual dynamics (sub/dom) that's involved in their relationship?
Just wondering as I would like to fix this story up (it won't be major changes to the story itself) but for example, If it is preferred to keep all the detailed physical smut in, I will be changing their age from 17 to 18/19 ish (where they are technically adults and adjusting minor details about their education system, etc) because as I get older, I feel a bit uncomfortable writing scenes about teens. I wrote this book when I was around that age, which was okay, but I'm not that age any more. I know it is only fiction, but it still feels odd. so I appreciate any input :)
-
Shower time indeed!
He forcefully shoved me around, walking me towards the bathroom. "Gotta get you cleaned up."
He parked me in the middle of the bathroom, my feet once again being greeted by the cold tiles, and tilted his head over his shoulder as he walked towards the shower. "You try to run away again and I will fill up the bathtub with water and dunk your head in it. Multiple times."
Oh... OH! Wow, is there really a part of me that is attracted to the idea of that?
"I'm not a fish." I said.
"You never know, we can try it out? Go on, run."
"it's okay. I'll stand here." I'm glad he couldn't see my hands as they were behind my back because I was extremely fidgety with my fingers.
"Uh huh," He hummed to himself, turning back and readjusting the running water. "Alright. Temperature is perfect." he turned, approaching me. "Time to undress. Guess you're too incompetent to do it on your own but that's okay. I'll do it for you." Standing in front of me, his fingers latched onto the elastic of my shorts. I probably really did look like a fish right now with how open my mouth was. In one swift action, he lowered my leg wear. "Lift your feet up." I did, stepping out of the fabric that bundled around my ankles.
He stood back up, throwing my shorts to the corner of the room. His eyes scanned up my bare legs to my torso. I am so grateful I am freshly shaved. Last thing I wanted was prickly cactus legs.
Grabbing the bottom edge of my t-shirt, he tugged it upward, the fabric brushing against my face as he roughly pulled it up over my head. I had my eyes pressed shut, feeling the shirt pop out over my head as if it just gave birth to me.
Jeez, that reminded me of what it feels like to try on clothes in a change room that are too tight so you end up fighting with it the entire time, hoping the sales assistant doesn't come along wondering if everything is okay. I forgot how much I hated that but at least this time, I don't have to see my sad reflection looking back at me! Oh, wait...
I immediately looked away from the mirror across from me that was showcasing my frazzled hair and red face.
Theo circled around where I stood, moving to stand directly behind me. He dragged the bunched up shirt down my arms where the sleeves had got caught, lifting my arms with the grasp of his one hand and tugging the shirt down until it reached my handcuffs. His hands were on my hands, pulling then through the shirt until it was completely off and thrown to the corner.
YOU ARE READING
Theo's rules
Werewolf"Cora, whether you like it or not, you belong to me. You're mine! Do you understand that? I suggest you accept it because I won't allow you to decide otherwise. You see, in my world, life is like a game of chess, and darling...you've just became th...
