Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
The bed dips and I crack my eyes open. Tobias is preparing to leave the bed. I roll to his side, stretching my arms out. He leans over, kissing me softly. "Back to sleep. It's early." When I give him what he wants, he is virtually a different person.
"Where are you going?" I reach my arms up in a broad yawn, sitting up.
"Work, now back to sleep."
I furrow my eyebrows. "But you said I could go back after Theo marked me. I did what you wanted. Let me go with you." I pick at a stray strand on the blanket. "It's boring here."
Tobias sighs. The gentle nature of him slowly hardening in front of me. "No. Wait a bit longer. You're safer here." Safe? What in the world does he mean by that? Why wouldn't I be safe at work?
"Tobias." I reach for his arm, pulling him back to the bed. "Please."
He plops on the edge of the bed, studying me. There is still gentleness in his eyes, and an emotion that resembles fear. But fear of what? He takes his time brushing my hair behind my ear. "It's not safe for you out there, not yet."
"What's unsafe about it?" My voice comes out a little snappier than I mean. But I do want to know why he has me trapped like this.
“It doesn’t matter right now. We still have two weeks, just let the bond kick in, then we will talk.
” He kisses my forehead and stands. I throw the covers off, ignoring him and marching off to retrieve my bag.
I bring it out and rummage through it pulling clothes out.
Tobias snatches my bag, but I grip the handle. He tugs it and I fall into his chest.
“I said no, what part of that don’t you understand?” The gentleness from before melts away, the hard rage showing its ugly face again.
I’m not about to be used like a fuck toy. II won't be patted on the head and see him off to work to wait for him wet and willing when he gets home. “The no part! Now give me my fucking bag. I am not staying here bored all day when I can be working.”
He snarled at me and I step back, placing my hands on my hips and glaring back at him. Theo races up the stairs if the rapid squeaking from them is any proof. He runs into the room and his eyes roamed over my body. Theo licks his lips and I blush, before reluctantly facing Tobias again.
“You don’t make the decisions around here, we do.” Tobias fist clenches at his side, muscles corded with tension.
I shake my head at him. Yeah, he isn't going to get to play that card. “We have a deal. I can leave if I let Theo mark me. Stick by your word, Tobias, or I won’t stick by mine.”
“What’s that supposed to mean, Imogen?” My name is acid dripping from his lips. I’m dangerously close to pushing him into his darkness again.
“It means I will fucking leave the pair of you,” my voice steady for once.
His growl starts off low, but at my words it turns loud, drowning out everything in the room but his fury. But I won't back down. I folded my arms across my bare chest. He can bring his worst. I've endured before, I'll endure again no matter how bad the torture. I am not a toy.
“What’s the problem?” ask Theo. He glances from one to the other of us, probably torn about whose side he should be on. But his loyalty was not my issue.
“Ask growly over there. He’s the one with the problem,” I say, motioning to Tobias who is shooting daggers at me from his eyes. Theo's glance flickers to Tobias, before returning his eyes to mine.
Tobias takes a heavy step toward me. I don't move, lifting my chin, preparing for whatever he's going to do to me now. I will not be intimidated or live in fear. He grabs my shoulders, his grip like a vice.
I continue to stare up at him, refusing to show even an eye twitch of weakness. “See, he has a major stick up his ass and clearly it's sideways,” I tell Theo.
Tobias picks me up, throwing me to the bed.
I land on my back, my legs spread in a not so ladylike manner.
Before I have a chance to get up, Tobias is on top of me, pinning me down.
His face barely an inch from mine. “I am growing very tired of your constant attitude, love. Watch your tongue,” he snaps.
“You want me to remove the stick or should Theo?” I snap back with a smug smile.
He yanks my hair, pulling my head to the side, his lips tease the skin on my neck, he sucks on my mark.
Tingles spread through my body. Well, that’s new.
My toes curl and my back arches off the bed.
How is it possible he has this effect on me?
My body reacts like it’s been deprived of sex and he is the remedy it needs?
The need for him to touch me is almost painful.
He pulls back, a smirk on his face. When he peels away, reality hits me like a bucket of ice water. This fucking bastard.
"I have control, not you. Stop testing my patience or you will find the end of my tether. You only think you've seen my worst. " I shivered at the venom. "You belong to us."
He climbs off the bed, the muscles of his back rippling as he steps away from me, making for the closet.
He is sculpted of pure muscle and looks like sex on legs.
Just staring at him and I can imagine his cock heating me from the inside.
What the fuck is wrong with me? Annoyed at my own daydreaming, I ignore his warning and snatch a cushion before slipping off the bed and throwing it right at his face.
It hits him square in the forehead with a soft thud, and Theo gasps.
“Fuck you, Tobias," I growl at him, my hatred at this treatment in every single word.
He turns on me in a second. He moves so fast I have no time to react.
He has me in his arms, bending me over his knee, and holding me down.
No matter how much I struggle, his grip is too strong.
A single touch on my back is enough to keep me pinned.
I claw at the bedsheets, trying to get away from him as I kick my legs.
Tobias jams his fingers between my legs before violently shoving them inside me.
I squirm at the intrusion before he slides his fingers out and rammed them back in, only this time it doesn’t hurt, it actually feels good from this angle.
Well, if this is his punishment, I can live with it.
My juices coat his fingers making them slide in and out effortlessly.
Then he pulls them completely out. I pout at the loss before I hear and feel the slap of flesh, a stinging burning pain on my left ass cheek makes me squirm and cry out. Oh god that fucking hurt! I’m going to murder him when I got up. I buck, trying to get off his lap.
“I warned you,” he growls low into my ear, his hand coming down again. I wiggle trying to get away from his large hands branding my ass. Tears well in my eyes at the humiliation and the searing pain. Every single fingerprint burns like a brand on my skin.
“Stop, it hurts,” I plead. He raises his hand again, and I flinch, waiting for the impact. But instead, his hand rubs over the mark, soothing the sting a little but not much. He's been enjoying himself too much to take away all the pain he's caused.
“Please, Tobias, stop,” I cry, trying to roll over or get up, anything to stop the burning and get away from him. But it is no use, his hand comes down again, biting into my flesh. I’m going to look like a baboon with how hot my ass feels.
“Tobias, that’s enough,” Theo interrupts. He grabs my chin, making me peer up at him, tears running down my cheeks. Tobias snorts, more out of anger than amusement, and holding me down, firmer even, he slaps me again. He thrusts his fingers inside me once he is done, and I winced at the intrusion.
I’m wet, soaking wet. How the fuck is that even possible after that torture?
What kind of person am I to enjoy this? He slides his fingers in deeper, fucking me with them and I try to hold back my moans.
I don't want to give him the sick satisfaction of knowing he's brought me pleasure.
I bite my lip, doing my best, but when he angles his fingers just right, I lose it and moan.
My ass hurts, the stinging not going away.
And yet, I can only focus on the pleasure he is bringing me right now.
“Who has control, Imogen?” he asks, voice emotionless.
I don’t answer, lost in the feel of his fingers as he twisted them inside me, making me breathless.
When I take too long to reply, he stops moving.
I whimper at the loss of his fingers. He has driven me so close to the edge.
“Who has control, Imogen?” he asks me again, sliding his fingers back in for a quick teasing thrust before pulling them out again.
I give up. What point is there in denying him? “You, you do,” I whimper, wriggling on his lap, desperate for his fingers to be inside me again.
“Good girl.” He , shoves them inside me again, making me moan out with his roughness. He relentlessly thrusts them in and out of me. My walls clasp around his fingers in protest when he pulls them from me right as I’m about to come.
I whine, frustrated, I need release. He sits me up and places me next to him on the bed before getting up and turning his focus on a still frowning Theo.
“I find out you give in to her, I will punish her again, understood?” Theo nods and looks away from me.
Tobias struts into the closet and picks out his suit and quickly puts it on.
He stops just at the door, glancing back at me where I’m still on the bed, legs spread, my pussy throbbing in need.
“Theo isn't allowed to relieve you, and you are forbidden from touching yourself today. You will learn not to disobey me, Imogen. If I were you, I would learn fast,” he says, before sauntering out, leaving me sexually frustrated and needy.