I wake up to the feeling of Tobias getting out of bed. I roll to his side and stretch my arms out. Tobias sees me waking, so he leans over and kisses me softly. “Go back to sleep, it’s early.”
“Where are you going?” I ask, yawning and sitting up.
“I have to go to work, go back to sleep.”
My eyebrows furrow in annoyance. “You said I could leave once Theo marked me. I did what you wanted, let me come to work. It’s boring here.”
I hear him sigh before getting up. “No Imogen, just wait a bit longer. You’re safer here.” Safer? What does he mean by that, what could be unsafe by going to work?
“No, please, Tobias,” I plead, grabbing his hand and pulling him back to the bed.
He sits on the edge, his eyes focused on me as he brushes my hair back behind my ear. “It’s not safe out there for you, not yet.” Tobias mutters.
“What do you mean? What’s unsafe?”
“It doesn’t matter right now. We still have two weeks, just let the bond kick in, then we will talk,” he says, kissing my forehead and standing up. I throw the covers off, ignoring him and walk in to retrieve my bag. I bring it out and start rummaging through it, pulling clothes out. Tobias grabs my bag, but I grip the handle. He tugs it and I smack into his chest.
“I said no, what part of that don’t you understand?” He says, his voice getting louder.
“The no part! Now, give me my fucking bag. I’m not staying here bored all day when I can be working.” He growls lowly, and I step back, placing my hands on my hips, glaring back at him.
I hear Theo racing up the steps before running into the room. I completely forget I’m still naked until Theo’s eyes roam over my body. A blush creeps up onto my face before it vanishes when Tobias speaks again. “You don’t make the decisions around here, we do.”
I shake my head. “We had a deal, I could 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?” Tobias glares at me.
“Means I will fucking leave the pair of you,” I retort, my voice steady for once.
He growls loudly, but I stand strong, folding my arms across my bare chest, refusing to back down.
“What’s the problem?” Asks Theo.
“Ask growly over there. He’s the one with the problem,” I say, motioning to Tobias, who is shooting daggers at me.
Theo looks at Tobias, but his eyes never leave mine. He steps toward me and I don’t move, refusing to be intimidated by him. He grabs my arms in a vice like grip, but I keep my eyes steady, refusing to lose this stand-off.
“See, he has a major stick up his ass and clearly it's sideways,” I tell Theo.
Tobias throws me and I land on my back on the bed, 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 off mine. “I’m 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 sarcastically.
Tobias grabs my hair, pulling my head to the side, his lips teasing the skin on my neck as 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 reacting 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.
My face falls at the loss of contact. “I have control, not you. So, stop testing my patience or you will find the end of my tether. You won’t like what you find.” I shiver at the venom in his words.
He climbs off me, I watch the tight muscles of his back ripple as he moves away to the walk-in. He’s sculpted of pure muscle and looks like sex on legs. What the fuck is wrong with me? Annoyed at my own daydreaming, I forget his warning and grab a pillow before sliding off the bed and chucking it right at him. It hits him with a soft thud, and I hear Theo gasp.
“Fuck you, Tobias.” He turns on me in a second. He moves so fast I have no time to react, as I’m thrown over his knee. I struggle to push myself up, but his hand on my back shoves me back down. I pull at the sheets of the bed he is sitting on, trying to claw away from him as I kick my legs. Tobias jams his fingers between my legs before violently shoving them inside my core. I squirm at the intrusion before he slides his fingers out and rams 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 that. I can feel my juices coating his fingers, making them slide in and out effortlessly.
Then, he pulls them out, I huff at the loss before I hear 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 get up. I buck trying to get off his lap. “I warned you,” he says, as his hand comes down again. I squirm, trying to get away from his large hands branding my ass. Tears well in my eyes at the humiliation and the searing pain. I can feel every finger imprinted on my ass.
“Stop, it hurts,” I plead. His hand comes down again. I flinch on impact, but his hand rubs over the mark, soothing the sting a little but not much. “Please Tobias stop,” I cry, trying to roll over or get up, anything to stop the burn and get away from him. But it is no use, his hand comes down, biting into my flesh. I know my ass is red raw.
“Tobias that’s enough,” Theo says, making me look up at him, tears running down my cheeks. I feel Tobias shake his head, as his hand comes down again. It hurts but isn’t as hard as the last one. I wince before his fingers slide inside me, he moves them around.
I’m wet, soaking wet. How the fuck is that even possible after that torture? He slides them in deeper, fucking me with his fingers, I try to hold back but can’t as my moans escape my lips.
It feels so good, but damn is my ass sore. “Who has control, Imogen?” he asks. I don’t answer, lost in the feeling of his fingers as he twists them inside me, making me breathless. When I take too long to answer he stops moving. I almost whimper at the loss of his fingers, I’m so close.
“Who has control, Imogen?” He says again, sliding his fingers back in, teasing before pulling them out again.
“You, you do,” I say, needing the feeling of his fingers inside me.
“Good girl,” he says, shoving them inside me again, making me moan out. He keeps moving them in and out of me. I can feel my walls start to clench around his fingers when he pulls them from me just as I’m about to come.
I whine loudly frustrated, I need release. He sits me up and places me next to him on the bed before getting up. “I find out you give in to her, I will punish her again, understood?” Theo nods and looks away from me. Tobias walks into the walk in and grabs his suit, quickly putting it on. He stops at the door, looking back at me where I’m still on the bed, my pussy throbbing in need.
“You will learn not to disobey me, Imogen. If I were you, I would learn fast,” he says before walking out leaving me sexually frustrated and needy.
Theo quickly walks out after him. I get off the bed and walk into the bathroom, hoping a shower will help dull the ache between my legs. It doesn’t help, I get out feeling no different. I walk into the closet and grab a pair of leggings and an off-shoulder top, the fabric feels soft on my skin and super comfy. I walk down to the kitchen and Theo is cooking breakfast. I admire the way he moves around in the kitchen. Is it just me or does everything feel different? Just looking at them makes my panties dampen, the need comes back to the front of my mind.
I walk over to the island counter and jump up, sitting next to where Theo is cutting up tomatoes and onions.
I take the knife from his hand before pulling him between my legs. I can feel he wants me just by the bulge in his shorts pressing into me. “You smell divine,” his husky voice next to my ear makes me wetter. I know he can smell my arousal, but right now I don’t care enough to be embarrassed by it. I kiss him and he groans, “I can’t babe,” he says, pulling away.
“Please,” I beg. Great now I’m begging, but I can’t stand the ache, it will drive me insane. He groans loudly when I use my legs to pull him closer.
“I’m starting to wonder who he is punishing, me or you,” he says as he grinds his hips into me.
I pull on the waistband of his pants before reaching in and grabbing his smooth, hard cock. It twitches in my hand and he thrusts into it. Then, he pulls away and starts chopping up vegetables again.
I jump off the counter and stomp away annoyed. I go and sit on the couch and flick the TV on, putting the first movie on the list. About ten minutes later, Theo walks out and puts a plate on my lap, he made an omelet. We eat in silence until he clears our plates and comes back. I turn to him, “What did Tobias mean by saying it's dangerous for me to leave here?”
Theo thinks for a minute, I can tell he doesn’t want to tell me. “He means it’s not safe for you now that we have marked you.” I look at him confused, trying to figure out how that could put me in danger.
“What do you mean, I don’t understand.” I raise an eyebrow.
“You’re human, Imogen. It’s forbidden to take a human as a mate.” Theo explains. If it’s forbidden, why mark me then? They’re not making any sense. I go to ask that question when he cuts me off. “That’s all I’m telling you. I don’t want to anger Tobias, not at the moment. I want to tell you, I do. But I agree with Tobias, now is not the time, let the bond kick in first.”
Always back to this imaginary bond. I feel the same. Well, kind of, I do feel more sensitive around them. I wonder if that’s what they mean, just looking at them overwhelms me and makes me flustered. I hope that it doesn't get worse; I won’t be able to think coherently if it gets worse than it is.
We watch movies all day. Theo refuses to touch me, and the need for his touch gets worse with every second, but I do my best to ignore it. When Tobias walks in, I ignore him, I’m still angry at him. I don’t see why I can’t go to work, and I can’t believe he forbade Theo from touching me, leaving me aching all day.
“How was your day?” He says, leaning over the couch and kissing my head. I ignore him, my eyes not leaving the TV. I know I will crumble and beg him to fuck me if I look at him. He leans over, grabbing Theo’s face and kissing him hard. Arousal floods me and I press my thighs together. I love watching them, it turns me on in a weird way and also makes me a little jealous, wanting to be touched. I avert my eyes and pretend I don’t notice. “Not talking to me, love?” I answer him with my silence.
“I brought dinner,” he says walking into the kitchen. I can smell that it’s Chinese. My stomach instantly growls.
Theo pulls me to my feet, “Come on, you can punish him later.”
Oh I am going to punish him, alright. I know he wants me just as much as I want him, this will be interesting. Maybe, I will make him beg. Yes, it is definitely time for him to beg