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.
Waking up the next morning, I am alone in my bed, my hands are no longer tied but faint bruises remain. If it wasn’t for them, I would believe I just had another intense fantasy.
I struggle to slide off the side of my bed as my muscles quiver like jelly. I am sore and unable to even hold myself up, I need to rehydrate, desperately. I stumble my way to the bathroom and quickly pee. Standing up and flushing the toilet, I make my way to the shower and freeze. There, in the corner, the garden tub is filled to the brim with a bubbling fragrant concoction of steaming water.
Hopping in, I flinch at the hot water stinging my skin. I wash quickly, my tense muscles relax in the soothing water. When I run my loofah over my neck, it stings, and I rip my hand back. My loofah is stained with dark blood, I push it to the side, determined to finish my bath first.
Tobias has to be the one that set this all up and though I am pissed at him, I appreciate it as much as I can before I start my hell of a day.
Once cleaned and relaxed I hobble over to the fogged-up mirror above the sink. Using my hand, I swipe it across the mirror. I can’t stop the gasp from escaping my lips, a giant bite marks my skin. This is no fucking hickey, this is like a fucking vampire went at me. I didn’t know Tobias is that kinky.
It has a scab on it, thankfully my bathing hasn’t washed it away, but it isn’t pretty. It is red, angry, with ugly bruising around the edges. I pat it and the sting makes me bite my lip. “Argh, I’m going to fucking kill him,” I scream to the void.
I storm out of the bathroom and look for some clothes, not giving a single fuck about how much I hurt. Thank god today is Friday, I’ll get a chance to be away from those assholes for two whole days. Hopefully, this thing will disappear by Monday. And if I’m really lucky, no one will notice it today.
Grabbing my makeup bag, I walk back into the bathroom and start applying my makeup, trying to conceal the bite mark Tobias left. At least I know I didn’t imagine it, the bite mark proves that he has indeed been here. Shit, what if Theo finds out? Will he be pissed off that I got hot and heavy with Tobias? We didn’t fuck, though my body feels like it has been, thoroughly. I didn’t even know you could come that many times without losing the ability to think.
I toy with my hair, trying to hide the mark that’s impossible to cover completely. I wear my hair down, it’s my best chance to escape notice. Finding my clothes, I put on a high waisted black skirt and a white blouse, tucking my blouse into my skirt before grabbing my perfume and quickly spraying my wrists and the side of my neck that isn’t a bloody mess. I slip my heels on and grab my purse. I don’t even get to the door before I hear them knocking. “I’m coming, jeez,” I complain. How am I supposed to face Tobias after last night?
The door opens, giving me no time to prepare. Theo gives me a little wave before leaning against the door frame, a smug smile tugging his lips. “Good morning, Imogen.” He whistles, “Damn, Tobias really gave you a good one.”
My head hangs. Even with all that prepping I still can’t hide it? “Where is Tobias anyway? I need him to answer for this.”
Theo chuckles at my anger. I thought he would at least be jealous that his boyfriend has gotten all hot and bothered with me. Instead this guy sounds like he’s cheering us on, “Tobias and I don’t have secrets.” I huff, annoyed he thinks there is nothing wrong with any of this.
This is all wrong, they are my bosses there’s nothing right about any of this. I stare at Theo, he’s way too amused at all of this. But I don’t want to get too close to him. I remember too well what happened in the kitchenette.