I watch as he pulls every bottle out and then starts opening them. He sniffs one and wrinkles his nose before pouring it down the sink. “Hey, don’t do that!” I reach out to stop him, that was my mom's!
“Don’t start, Imogen. Either help me or shut up," he answers me coldly, like I’m a fucking child! I snatch a bottle off the counter beside me and open it. I quickly steal a mouthful from it and Tobias glares at me. “Really, you can’t drink them all,” He shakes his head at me.
I scowl, I’m not trying to drink them all! He just doesn’t understand. I pass him the bottle and he pours it down the drain. “I don’t plan on drinking them all. I don’t have a problem, I just did it to piss you off,” I reply with a sneer.
Tobias raises his eyebrow at me, he isn't exactly buying it. I pass him another bottle and watch him pour the contents down the ravenous drain. When he’s halfway through, he pauses, side-eyeing me. “Why do you have so many anyway? I’m sure one bottle would have sufficed.”
“They aren’t mine, they were my mother’s. She used to work at a bar and would bring them home.” I close my eyes. The memories threaten to drag me under and I will NOT break under Tobias' gaze. Never.
“Your mother was an alcoholic?” He asks, while he continues pouring out all of my sleep aids.
I stare at him. “Yes, but not a bad one. She was a happy drunk,” I defend. I can't believe he just came right out and said that about her. He didn't know her! He'd never been there when she'd send me off to sleep with gentle head pats and her warm hand on my back.
When he’s done, he places the empty bottles back in the box beside me on the counter. We kind of stand there awkwardly for a second. I’m lost in my thoughts, and who knows what this man is thinking, God knows I never do. He opens his mouth to say something and then stops.
He hands me some tea bags and the sugar container. Strange, I have never seen him drink tea before. I reach for a cup and put the kettle on to prepare it when he puts a hand over my hand. “What”" I snap, harsher than I intend.
“Too much caffeine will keep you up at night. This kind of tea will help you naturally prepare for rest.” His hands gently run up and down my sides before getting to my hips. He growls, his eyes grow ever darker. I stare up at him, I haven't heard that, right?
I turn around, trying to ignore the strangeness. But his hands don't leave my body. They travel back up my sides, curving around my breasts. He shudders and my breath hitches. My hands shake with the cup still in them. Is this another punishment?
“Tobias,” his name is thick in my throat. His grip tightens and I can't help the moan that slips past my lips. “About Theo,” I don't get a chance to finish my thoughts. Tobias' hands brush my hair away from my shoulders. His lips caress my neck and my eyes flutter at his warmth.
His hand slips up from my breast, to my lips as he pushes his finger into my mouth, the tip brushing over my teeth. I open my mouth to ask him what he’s doing when he nips at my skin, blunt teeth dragging over my pulse. His finger softly thrusts in and out of my mouth and a familiar ache throbs between my legs.
Tobias pushes me into the counter, my hips dig into it painfully. “Tobias, stop. Theo…” I try to speak again to stop this before it spirals out of control.
Tobias cuts me off, he slips his hand free from my lips and spins me around, settling me on top of the counter. “Stop talking about Theo,” he growls, “Right now you're just mine. Besides, I know he doesn't mind.” He doesn't give me a chance to soak in any of this. He kisses me hard, devouring every inch of my mouth with a fire that contrasts greatly with Theo's cold chill. There’s nothing gentle about Tobias, instead of our tongues dancing, he forces me to submit. His hands move from my hips to beneath my dress, cupping my breasts and squeezing them hard.
I can't pinpoint when the break happens, but I’m tired. If my bosses want to throw themselves at me to fulfill my fantasies, what’s the point of stopping them? I bury my hands in his hair, pulling him closer to me, his teeth, tongue and lips praise me. His hot lips trail to my chin and then down to my neck.
This is wrong on so many levels. This is my boss, he has a boyfriend, and here I am willing to mess it all up. But this is my fantasy come to life, it'd be nuts to hold back. They both started this, and they are giving me a glimpse of pleasure that is beyond my fantasies.
Tobias's hands trail down my legs before he finds the hem of my dress and pushes it back up. Pushes is too gentle of a term - he jerks it up my hips and a gasp escapes me. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him all the way against me. He’s rock-hard, his erection threatens to split his pants to get at me. He lifts me off the counter, his hands cradling my ass. I kiss his neck, biting and sucking on it. He groans beneath my touch and fire blazes through me.
He slams me against the bedroom door, a reminder of who’s in charge. His hips grind against me while his lips assault mine again, swallowing every moan and groan that escapes me. He adjusts so just one hand holds me upright, and with the other he rips my dress from the top to the bottom. His lips descend to my breasts, nipping and biting as the skin is exposed. He licks at the mark Theo left, gentle on that spot, but his teeth graze everywhere else. I’m on the edge, worried he'll bite me but also excited.
I reach behind us, fumbling for the handle. It takes a few moments before my clumsy efforts pay off and it swings open. Tobias slips his other hand beneath me for support again so I don't fall. But he only holds me close for one more soul-burning kiss before he tosses me onto the bed.
I sit up, my hair spills over my shoulders, panting at him. This man doesn't resemble my cold boss at all, he’s a predator, and I’m his prey. He’s so beautiful it makes me ache, but the danger in him sets my senses on fire. Everything inside shouts for me to run, almost everything.
He undoes his belt and a knot forms in my stomach, my eyes glued to his body. His pants fall to the floor. I want to wince at how many wrinkles will be caused, but I can't focus. His black boxer shorts do little to hide him from me. His erection presses against the tight fabric, threatening to rip it apart. I never would have imagined Tobias is so huge. I wince, will this really work out? I don't know if I want it anywhere near me.
Tobias' gaze dips down to where I stare and he smirks. He climbs onto the bed, between my legs. He wraps his hand around the back of my neck, lifting me up for another soul-devouring kiss. He grinds his dick against my wetness, making me forget everything but him. Without letting me go, he slips his hand between us, caressing my pussy over the drenched fabric. He tugs at it, making it crawl even more into my body. I moan into his kiss, I’m lost to this man.
“Good girl,” he praises, pulling away from the kiss. He grips my panties, ripping them, the burn of them tearing stings my skin and he tosses them over his shoulder. He pushes a finger inside me as his thumb circles my clit. He watches my reaction as he pumps his finger in and out, using my own juices as lubricant. His eyes shift from mine to watching my greedy body swallow him. With another smirk, he pushes another finger inside. I lose all ability to do anything but lose myself. A building moan escapes me, and my head falls back against the pillows, my hips naturally rising and falling to meet his thrusts.
“Look at me, Imogen,” he snaps, voice like a whip. My eyes pop open at the command. His thumb circles faster, applying just the right amount of delicious pressure. I bite my lip, I’m on the edge of my orgasm.
He pulls away from me before I can be pushed over that edge. I gasp at the emptiness and glare at him, prepared to join fight club if he leaves me like this. He chuckles, eyes dark like a storm. He bends over me on the bed, lips bruise mine as he kisses me so hard it hurts. He grabs both my hands in one of his, holding my arms above my head.
He reaches over the side of the bed, grabbing the belt from his pants and wraps it around my wrists, pulling it tight until I whimper. I can't move, no matter how I wriggle. I gulp, shivering as I stare up at him. He slips the loop over the post on the headboard and tugs it hard, making sure I can't escape.
It hurts, I squirm, trying to get away. My bones grate against each other. I don't like being confined. My breaths come faster and I bite my lip, the lust in me dying away. My heart races, “Tobias,” I plead.
He answers me with another painful kiss. His tongue dominates me, leaving me breathless and unable to think. His dark eyes stare down into mine. “Relax,” he scolds. “I won't hurt you if you're a good girl. Let me indulge in you.” He reaches over, grabbing my scarf from my dresser drawer and pushing it into my mouth. “All I want to hear from you are moans.”
He pushes it too far in my mouth for me to spit it out. I watch with wide eyes, his hands run down to my strapless bra. His fingers circle around my back, unclipping it. He whips the fabric away and tosses it to the side to join his poor pants. My breasts spill out, on full display for him.
His eyes glisten in the light, shining from the window above the bed.
His fingers pinch my nipple, rolling it between his fingers. My eyes roll completely back. His touch isn't gentle, it’s rough and painful, and damn, I’m in love with it. He twists and pulls on it, watching to see how much I can take. Leaning down, he sucks my nipple into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth. I arch my back, his hot tongue flicking over my hardened nipples, spiraling around it and pushing me close to that edge again.
Moving his attention to the other one, I gasp when he bites down hard, making me hiss out in pain around my gag, before his tongue swipes over his bite soothingly. The fucker draws blood, the whole spot stings. Moving down my body, he kisses the side of my ribs going lower with each kiss, sucking and nibbling on my flesh, making me squirm as his stubble tickles. He kisses my hip bone where my stitches were before he pauses. He stares up at me, the eyes that I witness don't look like a human at all. He’s a beast and he’s ready to devour me.
He shoves my thighs apart before placing my legs over his shoulders. He keeps his eyes locked on me, tongue dragging over my soaking wet pussy. His tongue swirls around my clit, sucking hard on it. I try to shut my legs and force him out, but his grip on my thighs keeps me exposed to him. His mouth continues its slow and steady assault, forcing me to writhe like a brainless doll.
I moan and pull on my restraints, I want to touch him or pull him away. I don’t know what I want, all I can focus on is his tongue as he pushes it in inside of my dripping entrance, fucking me with his tongue and devouring my juices that I can feel spilling out and coating my thighs. I flush as an overwhelming heat burns through my skin, my stomach tightens, and my legs tremble. Waves of pleasure ripple through me as I come, I sag against the restraints.
But I don't expect Tobias to continue on. He isn't even slowing down, determined to torment me. His tongue moves faster and faster, not giving me a moment to regain my bearings. I squeal against the gag, trying to break free but he’s relentless. He pushes harder on my thighs, forcing them wide, his fingers dig into my skin, his tongue all over me, sucking and licking every drop of moisture away.
I can't take it anymore, I break being shoved over the edge once more. I sob, going slack once more. My heart thuds and I struggle to calm it, but Tobias isn't done with me. Instead of just fucking me like a normal person, he’s determined to drain out every drop of moisture from my body. His tongue fucks me again, slurping at my wet pussy, dragging over my too sensitive clit. I squeal, trying hard to get away, but nothing I can do stops him. I can't take another! My stomach tightens low, reminding me that yes I can. I’m forced into another orgasm, this one hitting me so hard gold flecks take over my vision.
I plead against my gag, screaming. Tobias places soft kisses on my thighs, kissing his way back up my body. He removes the thin scarf and tosses it to the side. Leaning down, his lips capture mine, his tongue twins with mine and shares my own juices with me. I’m too exhausted to care, I’m ready to sleep and submit to the darkness. My eyes flutter shut, not even able to stay awake for the kiss.
He shifts, his lips tickle my ear. His deep, demanding voice sends a chill through me. “Not yet. You have to stay awake, Imogen.”
I do my best to focus on him. My eyes are lidded, my head rolls from lack of support. His lips move to my neck again, lavishing me with his tongue and sweet gentle kisses. Huh, who knew he could be gentle when he put his mind to it? The sweet kiss pauses. Something sharp pierces me and I wince, trying to wriggle away.
Tobias reaches over, bopping my nose, “Bad girl,” he growls against my skin. Before I can ask him anything else, his teeth sink into my flesh. I scream, pushing against him. Fire floods through me, the pain is unbearable. And then, like my world is turned upside down, I spasm, pleasure has me in its grip again and I become a slave to the pleasure. Did he drug me? Whatever it is, it’s fucking great, I can die like this.
When I open my eyes, Tobias wipes blood from his mouth. I remember wondering why he’s bleeding, when my eyes flutter closed and I give into sweet, blessed exhaustion. Huh, Tobias is right, maybe I don't need the alcohol to sleep.