The house smelled faintly of frosting and beer, the aftermath of her brother’s birthday party lingering in the air. Empty cups and plates were stacked on the counter, balloons sagging a little lower against the ceiling. Most of the guests had already trickled out, calling Ubers or carpooling home.

Bella padded barefoot across the kitchen tile, the hem of her glittery pink tank brushing against her hips. Her cheeks still held the flush of laughing too hard during the party, though her green eyes kept darting toward the living room.

Only a few people were left now. Her brother was busy joking with two of his buddies near the back door, cleaning up halfheartedly. And then there was Theo.

Tall, broad-shouldered, blonde — leaning against the doorway with that lazy arrogance that made him look like he owned the place. His shirt was stretched just enough across his chest, sleeves rolled to reveal strong forearms. His gaze lingered on Bella a second too long when she slipped past him, like he enjoyed catching her in the corner of his eye.

Theo had always been a little mean in that hot way — teasing her, throwing half-smirks and biting comments when no one else noticed. He had that way of making her feel young, like the “sweet little sister” in the room, but Bella wasn’t so little anymore. And she knew it.

Upstairs, her room was already waiting. The fairy lights strung across her walls, the ring light set up in the corner, her pink gaming chair perfectly angled toward her webcam. She’d been restless all night, sipping sodas, smiling politely, waiting for the party to end. Because tonight was supposed to be one of her streaming nights. And she hadn’t planned on an audience just downstairs.

But now… the idea felt hotter. Riskier. Her heart thudded at the thought of it — Theo still in the house, only a few feet below while she put on a show, pretending she was just the cute, glittery Bella everyone thought she was.

Bella had just set the last plate in the sink when Theo’s voice cut across the quiet kitchen.

“Well, look at you,” he drawled, that half-smile curling on his lips as he leaned against the counter. “Still playing the part of your brother’s sweet little sister. Cute.”

She rolled her green eyes, tugging a strand of red hair behind her ear. “Better than being the guy who still crashes birthdays for free beer.”Theo chuckled, low and rough, and pushed off the counter. He circled closer, not too close, just enough that she could feel the weight of him in the room. “Careful, Bella. You’ve got some bite for a girl who still paints her room pink.”

“Maybe pink doesn’t mean innocent,” she shot back, chin tilting up.

His smirk deepened, eyes dragging over her glittery top with lazy amusement. “Sure it does. You’ll always be the sweet one. Your mom’s doll. Your brother’s little sister.”

Bella’s lips curved, slow and knowing. She stepped forward, into the faint smell of his cologne, her freckles catching the kitchen light. “I stopped being sweet the second I started riding cock.”

The smirk fell. For once, Theo looked caught — his mouth parting just enough to betray surprise. His pale brows flicked up, and for the first time all night, he had nothing clever to throw back.

Bella smiled wider at his silence. She reached up with a fingertip, gently pressing under his chin until his mouth clicked shut. “Be a good boy, Theo. Close your mouth.”

For a long second, he only stared at her — shock and heat clashing in his expression, his blue eyes darkening in a way that made her heart hammer. She could feel the tension hum between them, the unspoken challenge hanging in the air.

Bella left him standing there, still stunned and silent, his jaw tight in the dim light of the kitchen. She didn’t even give him the satisfaction of a backward glance. The sway of her hips as she moved toward the stairs was answer enough.

Upstairs, she closed her bedroom door with a soft click, her pulse still thrumming from the exchange. She leaned against it for a moment, smiling to herself. She’d won.

The room was her secret kingdom, ever since she turned 18 years old four years ago, she knew what she could do with her body. She knew she could become famous in certain circles if she put her mind to it. The fairy lights strung across her walls cast a dreamy glow, and with a flick of her switch, the pink neon sign above her bed lit up, bathing everything in that candy-sweet glow she adored.

She moved to her closet, sliding hangers aside until her fingers found the one she wanted. Pink and white, thin and sheer — the kind of outfit designed to tease. Sequins shimmered faintly against the fabric when she held it up, catching the light like sugar crystals.

She laid it across her bed, then sat at her vanity, pulling open her makeup drawer. Heavy liner, glittery shadow, glossy lips — she leaned in close to the mirror, watching her green eyes transform under her practiced hand. The freckles on her nose looked softer under the glow, her mouth poutier, her whole face shifting from “sweet little doll” to something far more dangerous.

Sliding into the outfit, Bella smoothed the sequined straps into place, tugging the hem down her thighs. It was barely there, pink and white clinging to her like a second skin, every move making the glitter catch the light.

When she finally sank into her pink gaming chair, her heart pounded with anticipation. The ring light clicked on, washing her skin in bright, flawless glow. Camera centered, lights humming, her secret life waiting to begin.

Bella clicked the button and watched her screen flicker to life. The familiar chat window blinked open, usernames popping up one by one as her fans trickled in. She leaned forward, giving them a playful smile, sequins glittering in the light.

“Hey, babies,” she purred, waving at the camera. Her voice softened into that sweet, teasing tone her regulars loved. “Miss me?”

The comments began to flow: god, she’s back, pink looks so good on you, spin for us, Bella. She laughed, light and girlish, tossing her red hair over her shoulder.

“Patience,” she teased, pressing a finger to her glossy lips. “We’ve got all night.”

She filled the silence with small talk, answering questions, leaning close enough that her freckles caught the glow of her neon light. Every time she shifted in her chair, the sequins of her outfit sparkled. It was easy, familiar — slipping into her cam persona like a second skin.

But before she could really dive in, a sound cut through the air. A knock. Sharp, sudden, right on her door.

Bella froze, her heart hammering. “Shit,” she whispered under her breath. Quickly, she muted her mic and sound, the chat still rolling fast with emojis and demands. She snatched her robe off the back of her chair, slipping it over her shoulders and tying it tight around her waist.

Another knock, firmer this time. She padded across the room, feet nearly silent on the carpet, and cracked the door open just an inch. And there he was, Theo.

Tall, blonde, leaning one arm against the doorframe like he owned the hallway. His blue eyes slid over her, and even through the small opening, she could tell he knew she wasn’t in pajamas. His mouth curved into that half-smirk that always set her off.

“Your brother’s knocked out on the couch,” Theo said casually, tilting his head. “So what’s got you all dressed up and hiding up here, Bella?”

Bella tightened her robe at her waist, leaning against the door like nothing was wrong. “Just… winding down. Party’s over, right?” she said, lifting her chin.

Theo’s eyes narrowed slightly. He shifted, glancing over her shoulder into the pink glow of her room. The neon shimmered against her walls, casting a sugar-sweet halo over everything. “Mm,” he murmured. “Funny kind of ‘winding down.’ Looks more like a photoshoot in there.”

Her pulse jumped. “Maybe I just like pretty lights.”

He smirked, pushing a little closer against the doorframe. “And the sequins? The heavy makeup? You always put that on just to hang out in your bedroom?”

Bella’s lips parted, ready to snap something back, but then she heard it— a faint sound from her computer. The chat, still rolling even on mute, a tiny ping of notification slipping through her headphones lying on the desk.

Theo’s eyes flicked toward the glow behind her. When they returned to her face, they weren’t just curious anymore. They were sharp. Knowing.

He let the silence stretch, the smirk curling slowly at the corner of his mouth. Then he said it.

“I already know, Bella.” His voice was low, deliberate. “Found you online.”

Her stomach dropped. The robe suddenly felt too thin, her cheeks too hot under his stare. Theo leaned in closer, his breath brushing her ear as his next words landed like a hammer:

“You look even better in person.”

Bella didn’t flinch. Her green eyes locked on his, steady and daring. “How long?” she asked, voice low, measured. Theo’s smirk sharpened. Without waiting for permission, he shouldered the door wider and stepped into her room. The neon light washed across his sharp features, painting him in candy pink. He didn’t even glance at her robe — his gaze went straight to the still-glowing screen.

“A couple months,” he said casually, like it was no big deal. “Late nights, a few clicks… and there you were. Glitter and sequins and that mouth that doesn’t know when to quit.”

Behind them, her laptop pinged wildly. The muted stream still rolled with comments:

is this part of the show??

who’s the guy??

omg bring him on cam

make him touch u bella

The flood of lewd suggestions flashed fast enough to light up the whole sidebar.

Bella didn’t rush. She glided across the room, hips swaying just enough under the thin robe, and leaned over her chair. Clicking a few keys, she smiled sweetly at her webcam.

“Be good, babies. I’ll be back in a few,” she purred, voice sugary. Then, with one last playful wink, she paused the stream. The chat froze mid-chaos, neon glow humming in the silence.

She turned back to Theo, who hadn’t moved from the center of her room, standing like he’d been waiting there all along. His eyes lingered on her, blue and hungry, but Bella felt the shift — the control was hers.

Bella let the silence thrum, every second deliberate. Then, with a slow smile, she tugged at the knot of her robe. The silk whispered apart and slid from her shoulders, pooling at her feet. Sequins glittered under the pink neon, her body glowing like she was made for the stage.

Theo’s breath caught — barely, but she noticed. His jaw tightened, eyes roaming over her like he couldn’t stop himself.

“Are you staying?” Bella asked, voice smooth, knowing.

Theo swallowed, his nod sharp and wordless.

Her smirk curved into something sharper. “Good boy.”

She brushed past him, the faintest tease of sequins grazing his arm, and returned to her desk. Behind her, she heard the creak of her mattress as Theo sat down on the edge of her bed, his weight sinking into her space like he belonged there.

When she glanced back, he was already pulling out his phone. With an easy swipe, he logged in to her stream — she saw her own neon-lit room reflected in his screen as the chatbox scrolled wildly. He was watching both ways now: the feed online and the real thing just a few feet in front of him.

Bella lowered herself into her chair, the glow of her ring light catching every curve as she hovered her cursor over the “resume” button.

“Before you log back on…” Theo’s voice was rougher now, strained. “Can I touch you? On camera?”

Bella tilted her head, lips glossed and wicked. She didn’t answer — not with words. Only that slow, knowing smirk as her finger hovered over the mouse. The pink glow hummed around them, the air thick with his hunger and her control.

Bella clicked resume and instantly the screen lit back up. The chatbox exploded with relief and filthy excitement — a storm of usernames spamming emojis, tips flashing in bright colors as if they’d been starved during her short break.

“Miss me?” she cooed into the mic, leaning forward so her freckles and glittery makeup filled the camera. Sequins sparkled against her skin as she shifted in her chair, crossing her legs with a slow, teasing motion.

The tips started pouring in, numbers stacking higher and higher. Take it off, Bella! … Show us more! … God you’re gorgeous.

She laughed, low and girlish, fingers toying with the straps of her shimmering top. “Oh, you’re impatient tonight,” she teased, green eyes glinting at the scrolling feed. “Guess I’ll have to behave…”

Bit by bit, she peeled away the sequined fabric, drawing it out with practiced ease, letting the neon light kiss her bare skin as she revealed more. The chat went feral, tips doubling, pouring in so fast the alerts stacked on top of each other.

From the corner of her eye, she could feel Theo on her bed, sitting stiff, watching — both on his phone and in person. The weight of his hunger pressed heavy against her back.

Then the chat shifted.

Where’d the tall sexy blonde man go?

Who was that??

Bring him back, Bella!

Her laugh slipped out, sharp and sweet, the perfect weapon. She leaned closer to the camera, lowering her voice into a conspiratorial whisper.

“Oh, him?” She cast the faintest sideways glance toward Theo’s silhouette in the neon haze. “My good little toy couldn’t wait… so I had to put him in time out.”

The chat exploded with reactions — strings of laughing emojis, shameless commands, filthy demands to “let him out.” Tips spiked higher, the flood wild.

Theo’s jaw clenched on the bed. She could feel it — the anger, the humiliation, the way her words turned him inside out. She let the smirk play across her lips, knowing she had him exactly where she wanted.

The tips were already rolling fast, but then a single alert blasted across her screen in flashing gold. A jaw-dropping number. Enough to smash through her goal in one move.

The chat lost its collective mind.

holy shit

someone just dropped the bag!

goal already?? toy time!!

whoever that was I wanna marry you

Bella’s eyes flicked sideways to the bed. Theo sat there with his phone in hand, smug and defiant, his blue eyes daring her. He’d signed in. He was the one who tipped.

Bella rolled her eyes dramatically, playing it perfectly for the camera. “Looks like somebody’s in a rush tonight,” she drawled, voice dripping with mock exasperation. “Guess the fun begins early…”

The chat erupted with caps and filthy emojis. YESSSSS, do it Bella, toy toy toy.

She sighed theatrically, then pushed back from her chair and slid down under her desk. The neon glow spilled over her bare shoulders as she reached into the bottom drawer. Her fingers curled around sleek silicone, cool to the touch, the special toy her fans had been begging for.

It wasn’t just any toy — it was synced. Once she turned it on and connected, every tip would send a jolt, a vibration, a thrust. Her fans would control her body.

Bella held it up to the camera with a sly grin. “Happy now, babies?”

The chat erupted. Donations spiked instantly, a frenzy of anticipation.

Behind her, Theo shifted on the bed, leaning forward, eyes locked on the toy in her hand. He looked hungry. Possessive. And Bella loved it.

Bella shifted back into her chair, the toy gleaming in her hand. She twirled it once between her fingers like it was nothing serious, though her smirk said otherwise.

“Oh, you babies are so impatient,” she cooed at the camera, pouting playfully. “Can’t even let a girl ease into it?”

The chat went wild: get it wet first, use that mouth bella, god yes lick it.

Bella’s green eyes flicked to Theo across the room — he was watching her like a man starved, phone forgotten in his lap, jaw tense. She let her lips curve higher, savoring the effect she had on him.

“Maybe you’re right,” she murmured, lifting the toy and brushing it against her glossy mouth. “Wouldn’t want it too dry.”

She parted her lips and wrapped them slowly around the tip, sliding her mouth down in one smooth motion, then pulling back with an obscene, wet sound. A soft laugh slipped from her throat, playful and filthy at once.

“Mm,” she sighed, dragging her tongue along the length before sucking the head again, letting her cheeks hollow just enough for the camera to catch. “Better, don’t you think?”

The chat erupted: endless streams of emojis, filthy encouragements, and tips spiking higher with each movement of her lips.

Behind her, Theo shifted on the bed, fists clenching against the sheets, his blue eyes dark with hunger. Bella glanced at him through her lashes, letting the toy pop free of her mouth with a slick sound.

“You boys really do love when I use this mouth,” she teased, licking her glossed lips, smirk curling sharper. “Don’t you?”

Bella set the toy down on her desk, fingers tapping at the keyboard with practiced ease. “Alright, babies,” she purred into the mic, eyes flicking between the camera and the blur of the chat, “let’s make this official.”

A chime sounded — connection successful.

The screen flashed, announcing to everyone: Toy synced. Control activated.

The chat erupted. Commands, emojis, donations flying so fast the window stuttered. YESSSS, make her moan, drain her tonight, turn it up.

Bella reached for the lube, the slick sound filling the mic as she coated the toy. She lifted it, letting the glistening sheen drip down the shaft for everyone to see. “Mm,” she hummed, eyes half-lidded. “Nice and slippery… don’t want you babies working too hard, do we?”

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Theo. Still on her bed, but not casual anymore — no, his body was taut, hungry, restless. His hand shifted over his jeans, adjusting himself like he couldn’t sit still. The motion made the veins in his forearm stand out, every line bulging as his grip tightened in the sheets.

Bella’s lip caught between her teeth. Her heart hammered, heat flooding her at the sight of him barely holding himself back. She turned her head just enough for him to see her smirk, her green eyes sparkling in the neon haze.

Then the first tip hit.

The toy in her hand buzzed alive, a sudden pulse against her palm. She laughed low, dirty, holding it up for the camera. “Ohhh, I felt that,” she teased. “Who’s being naughty already?”

Another tip. Stronger. The toy gave a slow, insistent thrust. The chat lost its mind.

Behind her, Theo cursed softly under his breath, audible only to her, his jaw tight as he sent another huge tip in — his username flashing across her screen, marked in gold.

The toy kicked harder in her grip, and Bella laughed again, sultry and breathless. “Looks like somebody wants me to scream,” she whispered, dragging her tongue across her lip while watching Theo squirm in silence.

Bella leaned back in her chair, holding the humming toy just inches from where she knew they all wanted it to go. Her glossy lips curved into a wicked smile as she glanced at the camera, voice syrupy sweet.

“Mmm… you want me to use it, don’t you?” she whispered, dragging the tip lazily up her inner thigh, close enough to make her shiver. The chat went insane, donations stacking on the side of her screen so fast they blurred.

She let out a soft, girlish laugh. “Be good boys. Make me feel so good, and maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

The toy buzzed harder, a sudden jolt making her gasp and arch just slightly. “Ahh—oh, fuck,” she moaned, half-lidded eyes darting toward the screen. “Naughty, naughty… you’re not even letting me catch my breath.”

Her dirty talk flowed with every pulse, every teasing touch. “Yes, that’s it… god, I love when you make me beg,” she breathed, drawing her fingers slowly down her stomach, lips parting with a soft whimper.

Behind her, Theo sat on the bed, silent but wrecked. His knuckles whitened in the sheets, veins bulging as he fought not to touch himself — his blue eyes locked on her every move. Each time his golden username flashed across the chat, another surge rocked the toy in her hand, stronger, harder.

Bella let her head tilt back, a moan slipping free. “Oh, my good boy’s being generous tonight,” she purred, biting her lip as she peeked at Theo through heavy lashes. “He just can’t help himself.”

The chat exploded with filth, begging her to let them drive her over the edge, but Bella only moaned again, savoring the chaos, making them all wait while she kept the reins tight.

Bella let the toy hover a moment longer, her green eyes flashing toward the camera with that wicked little smirk. Then, with a long, shaky breath, she finally slid it inside.

Her whole body jolted, a low groan spilling from her lips. The neon glow painted her in pink as her hips shifted, rolling instinctively, chasing the vibrations. “Ohhh—fuck… yes,” she gasped, her head tipping back against the chair.

Her hands wandered up to her chest, fingers closing over her hard pink nipples. She pinched and tugged, her breath catching, moans spilling freely now. “Mmm, you like watching me fall apart, don’t you?” she purred, voice thick with pleasure. “You filthy little animals… making me take it like this.”

The chat went wild, tip alerts streaming in, each one making the toy drive harder, deeper. Her hips lifted off the chair, her body moving with the rhythm, thighs trembling under the neon light.

“Yesss… oh god, that’s it,” she cried, grinding down, her glossy lips parted around a desperate moan. “Such good boys, making me so wet, making me scream for you…”

She pinched her nipples harder, body arching, the camera catching every shiver, every gasp. Behind her, Theo gripped the sheets so tightly his knuckles whitened, his chest rising and falling like he’d run a mile.

Bella’s laughter broke through her moans — dirty, taunting. “You’re all so greedy,” she gasped, rocking against the relentless toy. “But I’m greedy too… I want more. Give me more.”

And with every tip, the room filled with the sound of her whimpers and groans, filthy words dripping from her mouth as the chat begged her to lose control.

The room pulsed with neon pink, Bella’s body glistening under the heat of the lights. Her moans tangled with the mechanical hum of the toy, hips grinding in smooth, desperate rolls. One hand stayed on her chest, fingers tugging at her hard nipples, the other gripping the edge of her chair like she needed the anchor.

The chat was losing it.

faster

push her over

don’t stop bella don’t stop

And then it happened. Another golden alert blinked across her screen. A monstrous tip — even bigger than the last.

Her breath hitched. She didn’t have to look to know who sent it. Theo’s username flashed in bold, glowing letters. The toy reacted instantly — a brutal, sudden surge of vibration and thrust that dragged a raw, broken scream from her throat.

“Fuu—fuck! Oh my god—” Bella’s head snapped back, her mouth open in a cry, thighs clenching around the relentless rhythm. Her body arched, trembling as her orgasm tore through her like fire.

She didn’t hold back — not for the chat, not for Theo.

“Shit, yes—yesyes fuck—”

Every moan, every curse echoed in the room. The chat exploded, tipping like maniacs, begging for more. She rode the high, letting the toy keep going through the aftershocks, her voice reduced to breathless gasps and whimpers.

And Theo. Still on her bed. Silent. Jaw clenched. Breathing hard. She looked at him now, through messy strands of red hair and tear-glossed lashes, her lips curved in a breathless, fucked-out smirk.

He didn’t say a word.

He didn’t have to.

She had him exactly where she wanted.

Bella’s body still trembled, her chest rising and falling as she came down from the high. Sweat clung to her skin, her red hair sticking to her cheeks, lips parted around the softest whimpers. The toy pulsed once more before she pulled it free with a shaky sigh, biting back another moan.

She glanced at the camera, eyes heavy-lidded, mascara slightly smudged, glowing like sin in the pink light.

“Mmm… you babies were so good for me tonight,” she purred breathlessly, smoothing her hair back. “But I’m spent. You drained me.”

The chat flooded with pleads and love and more tips. But she was done — wrecked, glowing, satisfied.

With one last lazy, ruined smile, she leaned forward and whispered, “Goodnight, my filthy little toys…”

And with a soft click, the stream ended.

Silence settled in the room.

Theo still hadn’t moved. He sat there, frozen in tension, his jeans tented painfully, his knuckles white against her comforter. His chest heaved like he’d been holding his breath for half an hour.

Bella stood slowly. Her legs wobbled slightly, and she let herself feel the aftershocks ripple through her. She walked toward the bed, hips still swaying despite the tremble.

She stood before him, eyes flicking down to the bulge between his legs. Her smirk returned, slow and wicked.

“You were such a good boy, Theo,” she murmured, voice husky from moaning. “You behaved so well. I think it’s time I rewarded you.”

She climbed onto the bed, sinking onto her knees in front of him. Her fingers moved to his fly, unzipping slowly, dragging his jeans down just enough to free him.

Her breath hitched.

“Ohhh… my god,” she groaned, mouth watering at the sight. “You’ve been hiding this from me?”

He didn’t speak. Couldn’t.

She leaned in, her breath hot against his skin, lips parting with anticipation. “You’ve got a beautiful cock, Theo.”

And then she wrapped her lips around him — slow, deep, savoring the first taste with a moan that vibrated through her throat. Theo’s body jolted. His hand flew into her hair, and the groan he let out shook the walls.  Bella smiled around him.

Bella’s mouth slid slowly off of him with a wet pop, her tongue curling to lick the underside before she looked up at him through her lashes. Theo’s head was tilted back, chest rising in sharp, ragged breaths, his hands gripping the comforter like it was the only thing keeping him from flying apart.

She giggled — breathless and smug. “See?” she whispered, wrapping her hand firmly around him, stroking him with slow, teasing twists of her wrist. “I’m not your friend’s sweet little sister anymore.”

Then she sank back down on him — this time deeper, her mouth stretching around him as she took every inch. Her throat tightened with the effort, eyes fluttering when she gagged slightly, but she didn’t stop. She moaned around him instead, loving it, letting the sound vibrate through his length.

Theo let out a groan that was nearly a growl, his fingers twitching like he wanted to grab her — but didn’t dare.

Bella bobbed her head, messy and wet, her lips slick and her spit trailing down his shaft as she moved. One hand gripped the base, the other reached down between his legs, gently cupping him, massaging him in time with her rhythm.

She was performing for him. Every moan, every flick of her tongue, every greedy suck was deliberate — like she was still on camera, only now the show was just for him.

Theo cursed again, loud and broken. “Fuck, Bella—”

She moaned in response, swallowing him deeper. Her throat worked around him, jaw aching but determined, letting tears prick the corners of her eyes as she forced herself to take all of him. She pulled back only to spit on the tip, stroke him once, and sink back down again with a filthy, wet sound.

Her hand between his legs never stopped — squeezing, rolling, teasing. The combination made him shake.

“Look at you,” she whispered when she came up for air, voice wrecked and full of pride. “Moaning like I’ve got you wrapped around my finger.”

Theo’s only answer was a strangled, desperate groan — hands fisting the sheets so hard the veins in his arms bulged, his thighs trembling beneath her.

Theo was on the edge. His chest rose in sharp, ragged gasps, his fists clenched tight in her sheets, muscles straining as Bella worked him over with relentless, sinful focus. Her mouth was slick and hot around him, taking him deep, then slow, then back down again until he was shaking.

She felt him getting close — every moan deeper, every twitch more desperate. Bella pulled back just enough to let her lips hover at the tip, her tongue flicking gently as she whispered, “You gonna come for me, good boy?”

Theo growled something broken, unintelligible — his hips jerked slightly but she held him down with one hand against his thigh, steady, commanding. Then she let her fingers slip lower.

Her mouth sank back down as she slid her fingertip down to his rim — teasing, circling — and then, just as her lips reached the base of him again, she pressed in. Just the tip. Just enough.

Theo exploded.

“F-fuck—Bella—!”

His body arched off the bed, a full-body shudder ripping through him as he groaned obscenely, loud and raw and unrestrained. His fingers clawed at the sheets, veins bulging in his arms as his thighs trembled.

Bella kept him in her mouth the whole time, moaning around him, swallowing everything he gave her — letting the mess drip down her chin, her cheeks flushed, lips swollen and wet.

When he finally collapsed back into the bed, breathless and ruined, she pulled off slowly, licking her lips with a wicked gleam in her eye.

She looked up at him — chest heaving, hair wild, mouth glossy and smug — and smiled like the devil in pink.

“You came so pretty for me,” she whispered. “Just like a good toy should.”

Theo lay there, sprawled on her bed like he’d been struck by lightning — chest still rising and falling, jaw slack, eyes dazed and unfocused.

Bella stood up slowly, licking the last trace of him from her bottom lip. She stretched, letting her spine arch, her body still flushed and glowing under the pink neon. She didn’t bother covering herself. She didn’t need to.

Theo was speechless. For the first time ever.

“I—” he finally managed, his voice hoarse. “No one’s ever… done that to me. I’ve never… come that much.”

Bella just smirked. Walked back over and leaned down close to his flushed, wrecked face. She gave his cheek a gentle, condescending pat.

“Poor thing,” she whispered, eyes dancing. “You really thought I was still just your friend’s sweet little sister.”

And with that, she turned and sauntered toward the bathroom, bare skin glowing in the light. The bathroom door creaked open, then clicked shut behind her.

Inside, she stepped under the warm spray of the shower, her hair falling down her back as the water rinsed away the sweat, the shimmer, the mess.

And she grinned.A slow, giddy, full-body grin. She finally got to him. And he’d never look at her the same again.

The steam filled the bathroom, curling around Bella’s body as water streamed over her flushed skin. She ran her fingers through her red hair, still wearing that satisfied little grin as her thoughts replayed everything — the stream, the control, him.

And then she heard it. The door creaked open behind her. She didn’t turn. She didn’t have to. The sound of clothing hitting the floor came next, a soft rustle, then the quiet thud of the shower door sliding open.

Theo stepped in — tall, broad, glistening under the spray — eyes locked on her like he was starving. Before she could even taunt him again, he crossed the space between them in two steps, grabbing her by the hips and pressing her back against the cool tile. The contrast of cold wall and hot skin sent a thrill through her.

His mouth crashed onto hers — hard, hungry, claiming. Bella gasped against his lips, and he took the chance to deepen the kiss, tongue sliding against hers with raw need.

Then his hands gripped the backs of her thighs and lifted. She let out a surprised breath as her legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, her bare back pinned to the wall, his body tight against hers.

He groaned into her mouth, and she swallowed it with a grin, tugging his hair as she kissed him back — biting, teasing, owning the moment.

But even now, even with his hands on her and his body trembling from want, she was still in control. She broke the kiss first. Let her lips trail down to his jaw, her voice hot against his ear.

“Couldn’t stay away, huh?” she whispered. “Still desperate? Need me to make you come again?”

Theo groaned, rocking against her, and Bella smiled — victorious, wet, and wrapped around him in every way that mattered.

Bella nipped at his earlobe, her breath hot against his soaked skin. Her voice dropped, low and filthy. “Fuck me,” she whispered, dragging her tongue along his jaw. “Right here. Right now.”

Theo groaned, his hands tightening under her thighs, but he didn’t hesitate. Not for a second. She felt him shift, hips adjusting, the blunt heat of him pressing right where she wanted. Her nails scratched lightly down his back as she rocked against him, her grin wicked and wet.

“That’s it,” she purred, mouth against his ear. “Be a good boy and give me what I earned.”

When he finally pushed into her, Bella’s head fell back with a gasp that echoed off the tile — sharp, broken, demanding.

“God, yes,” she moaned, tightening her legs around his waist, meeting his rhythm immediately. “Just like that.”

Theo thrust hard, water cascading over both of them, the slap of skin and low, desperate moans filling the steamy air. But even wrecked, even trembling, Bella never let go of the reins.

She raked her nails down his back, bit at his neck, dragged her lips along his throat and whispered, “You’re not allowed to finish until I say.”

Theo groaned — loud and desperate.

“You hear me?” she demanded, pulling his hair to tilt his head back, her green eyes fierce, glowing in the steam. “I decide when you come.”

“Y-yeah,” he choked out. “Yes, fuck—Bella—yes.”

She smirked and clenched around him on purpose, making him curse again, his knees almost buckling beneath her.

“Good boy,” she purred, biting his lip. “Now fuck me harder.”

Theo was panting against her throat now, his hips slamming into her with frantic, brutal need, water splashing against the tile in time with every thrust. His grip on her thighs was bruising, but she just dug her nails into his shoulders harder, dragging him deeper, harder, exactly where she wanted him.

“Bella—fuck—please,” he gasped, his voice broken, begging. “Please let me come… let me come inside you.”

She laughed. Low. Dark. Breathless.

“Shut up.”

She gripped his jaw, forced his face to her so he had to look at her, her green eyes wild with control and heat.

“You don’t get to beg,” she growled, her mouth brushing his. “You get to fuck me like you’ve been dying to. That’s it. Slam into me. Give me that big cock. Fuck me like the good boy you want to be for me.”

Theo groaned like the words alone undid him.

“You’ve thought about it, haven’t you?” she taunted, tightening her legs around his waist. “Jerking off, thinking about this wet little pussy gripping your cock?”

He nodded — desperate, eyes wide. “Y-yes. Fuck yes.”

“Then prove it,” she hissed. “Take it. Fuck me so hard I scream your name. Earn it.”

And he did. He drove into her harder, deeper, his entire body shaking with restraint, with worship, with need. Bella’s back arched, her head slamming gently against the tile as she cried out, her moans sharp and raw, echoing off the walls like music. She clutched him tighter, lips brushing his ear again.

“You’ll come,” she whispered, “but only when I say.”

Bella’s fingers gripped the back of Theo’s neck, holding him close, lips grazing his ear as her voice turned breathless, demanding.

“Rub my clit,” she gasped, nails digging into his skin. “Now, Theo—fuck—I need to come.”

His hand was there in an instant, reaching between them, fingers finding her swollen, soaked clit with trembling urgency. She moaned loud and raw as his thumb circled exactly where she needed it.

“That’s it—yes, yes—fuck, just like that,” she cried, her body jerking against the tile as the sensations threatened to take her under.

Theo slammed into her harder, his hips snapping with everything he had left. He was panting, groaning into her throat, his entire body straining to keep up.

“Faster,” Bella demanded, voice cracking as her climax climbed. “God, Theo, I need to come—I need to come right now.”

She was grinding down onto his hand, hips moving in frantic rhythm with every thrust. The water was pouring over both of them, turning the air into heat and noise and steam and need.

“Don’t stop—don’t fucking stop—”

Her hands scrambled up his back, clutching at him, her moans turning into sobbed gasps as her body coiled tighter and tighter, the pressure blinding.

Theo’s voice broke against her neck. “Please, Bella—fuck—you feel so good—”

Bella’s body locked up with a cry, the orgasm crashing through her so hard her vision blurred. Her back arched against the tile, thighs tightening around Theo’s waist as she screamed his name.

“Theo—fuck!”

Her whole body shook, pleasure tearing through her in waves, her moans echoing off the walls, ragged and wild. Her nails raked down his back as she came, hard and soaking, clenching around him in desperate pulses

Theo snapped.

He groaned — a deep, broken sound from somewhere in his chest — and slammed into her one final time, hard and deep.

“Shit—Bella—I’m—”

She barely heard the words before she felt it — the hot rush, the twitch of his body as he buried himself inside her and came, without permission, completely undone.

“Fuuuck—”

And when he finally stilled, forehead resting against hers, she smiled. Slow. Sinful. Smug.

“You came inside me,” she whispered, half-laughing through her breathless haze. “Didn’t I say only when I tell you?”

She ran a hand down his soaked chest, kissed his jaw, and added with a wicked grin, “Guess I’ll have to punish you.”

He looked at her like he didn’t know whether to apologize or drop to his knees again. They rinsed off in silence, the water washing away sweat and heat but not the tension. Theo kept glancing at her with that same dazed, ruined look — like he still couldn’t quite believe what had just happened.

Bella didn’t say much. She didn’t have to. When they stepped out, she wrapped herself in a fluffy pink towel, turned on her heel, and led the way back into her bedroom like she owned the world.

Theo followed — hair wet, chest rising, still flushed and recovering — until he stood just inside her doorway, watching her move around the room. She dropped her towel. Didn’t even look at him.

“Mmm,” she purred, reaching for a bottle of lotion and slowly rubbing it into her thighs, deliberately teasing. “You know… it’s a real shame you didn’t listen.”

Theo’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

Bella finally turned to face him, biting her lip with a mock pout. “I was gonna let you fuck me again. Thought I might ride that beautiful cock of yours a second time.”

His face fell, mouth parting like he wanted to say something, but the shame in his eyes said enough. Then She tilted her head, stepped closer.

“But you came without permission,” she said, soft and sweet like a schoolteacher scolding a naughty student. “And that means…”

“Bend over.”

Theo froze, swallowing hard.

“Now,” she added. Firm.

He moved.

He bent over her bed, arms braced on the mattress, his toned ass bared to her — vulnerable and still trembling slightly from what she’d already done to him.

Bella stepped behind him, hand trailing over his lower back, down to the curve of him. The slap echoed through the room, sharp and clean. He let out a low groan.

She smirked, rubbing the red bloom gently with her palm. “That’s for finishing without permission.”

Another—smack.

“And that’s for thinking you were ever in charge.”

Theo moaned, head dropping, his muscles flexing under her touch.

“You’ll be good for me from now on. Or next time?” She grabbed his hair gently, tilting his head back. “I’ll tie you up and make you watch.”

He let out a ragged breath. “Yes, ma’am.”

Bella’s palm cracked down again with another sharp smack, and Theo let out a strangled moan, his body tensing as his hips rocked forward into the mattress.

“God, look at you,” she murmured, her voice thick with amusement. “Your perfect little ass is glowing.”

She ran her fingers lightly over the reddened skin, tracing the heat she’d left behind. Her touch turned gentle, soothing, then firm again — squeezing, rubbing, letting him feel every inch of her control.

Theo’s breath hitched when she dug her nails in just slightly, and then again when she leaned in and kissed the spot she’d just slapped.

“You’re moaning like you like it,” she whispered near his ear, voice a wicked purr. “Didn’t know my brother’s cocky little friend was such a fucking masochist.”

Theo whimpered. Actually whimpered. Bella’s eyes flicked down — and there it was. Hard. Again.

Throbbing against her comforter like he hadn’t just been completely wrecked in the shower.

She let out a slow, dark chuckle. “Oh my god,” she breathed. “You’re hard again?”

She reached down and gave him one slow stroke, just enough to make him buck. “You like getting spanked, don’t you?”

He groaned, humiliated and wrecked, face buried in her sheets.

“Mmm… poor baby.”

She moved behind him again, hands spreading his ass cheeks with firm command, and her breath warmed the air just above the most sensitive part of him. Theo tensed — entirely still. Waiting.

Then she licked him. A long, deliberate, teasing stroke of her tongue, soft and hot right where he’d never expected. Theo practically screamed — a broken, shocked sound that made her grin wildly against his skin.

“Ohh, you like that, too,” she teased, licking again, slower this time. “God, you’re such a filthy little toy.”

Bella moaned softly, pressing a kiss to his trembling skin. “You’re gonna beg for me to let you come again, aren’t you?”

Theo nodded, breathless. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”

She smiled.

“Good boy.”

Bella stayed right where she was, tongue flicking lightly over that sensitive, untouched place again — slow and deliberate. She felt Theo shudder, his thighs trembling, fists gripping the sheets so tightly his knuckles had gone white. Each soft stroke of her tongue sent a violent ripple through his body.

“Fuck,” he gasped, voice cracked and desperate. “Bella—please—”

She smiled against his skin. “Please what, baby?”

He let out a broken groan, hips rocking into the mattress for relief he wasn’t allowed. “Please let me come,” he panted. “I-I need it.”

She hummed, kissing the flushed skin of his ass, then spanking it again — not too hard, just enough to make it sting and keep him twitching.

“Aw, is my toy needy again already?”

She wrapped one hand around his aching cock, squeezing just enough to make him choke on a moan. Her lips brushed up the inside of his thigh, warm and slick with breath. “You’re not even trying to hide it,” she purred. “Your cock is throbbing for me.”

Her strokes were slow, torturously light. Her mouth moved back to his rim, tongue circling and teasing while her fingers kept working him — just enough, never enough.

Theo’s head dropped to the mattress with a groan. “Please, Bella—fuck, please let me come—I’ll do anything.”

She chuckled softly, filthy and sweet. “That’s what I like to hear.”

She licked him again, firmer, longer. Her hand gripped him tighter. “You’re gonna come for me,” she whispered, “but not because you want to.”

He whimpered, hips starting to shake.

“You’re gonna come because I say.”

Then her hand started moving faster — firm, sure, wicked. Her tongue never let up, and the mix of pleasure was too much. She slid her tongue inside his hole, swirling and thrusting in and out. She kept spanking his glowing ass. He groans turning animalistic.

Theo cried out, his body locking up.

“Bella—!”

“Come for me,” she hissed against his skin, just as her other hand tugged him right over the edge.

He came hard — loud and messy, hips jolting as Bella milked every drop from him, her mouth still kissing the sore, sensitive places he didn’t even know he liked until her.

She didn’t let go until he was twitching from overstimulation, collapsed completely onto her bed, wrecked beyond words.

Bella sat back on her heels, admiring the flushed, shaking mess of a man beneath her.

“Good. Fucking. Boy.”