Page 30 of Sinful Mates

Tobias doesn't waste any time. His fingers find my nipples and he twists and pinches them. Rolling them to that oh-so-sweet moment before pain. I stop trying to get Theo to fuck me as I lose myself in Tobias's touch. My pussy drip all over Theo's cock, my arousal so strong I become a leaky faucet.

"Don't forget about me," Theo scolds. Theo pulls me back toward him, lips at my neck before he thrust all the way inside me with one push. I gasp at the intrusion. I want him, but I haven't expected him to fill me to that extent. My walls clamped around him, my body stretching to accommodate his girth. He holds still for a few precious seconds, a soft hand rubbing up and down my ribs, making me giggle.

Tobias doesn't give me time to adjust. He sucks hard on my mark, tonguing the spots that brings the most pleasure. I become putty in his grip. Theo smirks down at us, dark gaze glittering as he slams into my body harder and harder.

I moaned, abandoning my grip on Tobias to hang onto Theo with both arms. Theo doesn't so much as pause. Instead, he moves faster, his cock slamming into me. My legs tighten around his hips, an endless whimper of a moan leaving my lips.

My stomach tightens. The orgasm built fast from the attention of these two. Between Theo's cold dick thrusting away at me, and Tobias's masterful nipple play and using my mark against me, I’m not going to be able to hang on for long. Theo nips at my chin and my jawline before kissing me hard, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. His teeth grazed it, my own sweet blood trickling from my wound but I don't care about anything but chasing my satisfaction. He groans against my lips, thrusting so hard I think my bones will crack. Tobias's hand slides between my ass cheeks, pressing on the tight muscles again. Instead of being scared this time, I welcome the pressure, gyrating my hips against the probing finger and riding Theo with as much leverage as I can.

Theo's eyes remind me of hard emeralds. The fog doesn't cloud me this time, but his mocking smile makes me bite my lip. "Do you like what Tobias is doing to you, Imogen? Are you imagining the two of us fucking you so hard you can't stand straight?" He chuckles and I moan at the mental imagery. Tobias pushes his finger all the way inside me, it was thinner than his thumb, but also a lot longer and I quiver at the discomfort.

I don't have time to think about it. Theo isn't done with me either. He thrusts into me, our bodies still slamming into each other. Tobias's lips never leave my mark, taunting me, encouraging me to hit my peak. He pumps his fingers in and out of me with Theo's rhythm. "That's right," he whispers into my ear. "You're not ready for it yet, but soon, we'll both pin you just like this, filling you with all of us and taking you to new heights."

I can't take it anymore. I cried out, walls clutching onto Theo's cock, squeezing him so tightly I shake. He shoves his dick in me harder, making me ride it throughout the orgasm. "Imogen," Theo rumbles, grabbing onto me, his cock twitching inside as he comes hard. His thrusts slow and Tobias removes his fingers. I slump over onto Tobias's chest. I pray they won't want to force me another round. I can barely stay clenched onto Theo. I want to collapse into a boneless puddle. Tobias positions me so my arms are around Theo before he leaves my side. I’m too weak to peer up to see where he went. Theo's cold dick slips out of me, dripping juices onto the ground.

"Here." Tobias had a soft cloth and cleaned me again. He helps me unlatch myself from Theo and I get to my own shaky feet. The rest of the shower is far faster, with them doing all the cleaning since I’m doing the best I can to stand upright.

I grab a broad green towel and hobble back to the room. I don't have anything to wear. They tore all my clothes off me. I plop stomach first onto the bed.

"Here." I weakly peer up and Theo comes to my side, an oversized shirt in his hand. He helps pull it over my head and button the fancy buttons for me. "That help?"

"Thanks," I mumble. It doesn't help with the panty situation, but it is nice to have some semblance of clothes on.

Tobias comes out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel and eyes narrow on me in Theo's oversized shirt. "No sleeping for you yet."

What? How had he caught my tiredness? "Another round?" I whisper with a gulp. True, Tobias hasn't hit satisfaction yet. It would be natural for him to want to be able to finish like Theo and I managed to do. I knew that, but the idea of writhing on a bed again makes me yawn hard.

Tobias wraps an arm around my shoulders, guiding me off the bed and in step with him. The man doesn't even bother getting dressed. But I soon found myself admiring more than just Tobias's cock. The house is more like a castle than a mere home. It has thick stone walls, and exposed wooden beams giving it a rustic lived-in feel. We glide down the spiraling staircase. The floor below us has slate floors, and I wriggle my toes against the cold surface, though it isn't as cold as Theo.

Theo joins us by the time we get to the end of the stairs, wrapping his arm around my other shoulder. They steer me into the living room with an even bigger fireplace than in that weird doll room we just left. Bookshelves line the walls from floor to ceiling, on either side of the fireplace. A giant fluffy gray rug and cushions are set up in front of the fireplace for a romantic little cuddle spot. I have to wonder if it is just for them, or have they constructed this with me in mind? It is a bit large for just two people. The fireplace crackles and casts long shadows throughout the room. I wander past the couches, reaching out to touch them. They are covered with a soft brown fabric. I bet they are a bitch to clean. Do these guys have maid service? I bite back a snicker. If they think they are getting any of that out of me, it doesn't matter how great at making me come they are, I’m not about to serve them on my hands and knees. Not in that sense anyway; I had a feeling it might happen the other way.

Theo wastes no time guiding me to another door which turns out to be a gallery style kitchen. Brown cupboards and black marble countertops dominate my vision. It takes me a moment to notice all the top end, and very expensive appliances these two possessed. I take a seat on a stool at the island counter in the center of the kitchen. It makes not falling over asleep easier.

Tobias rummages in the stainless steel fridge. I make friends with the countertop, nestling my head against its cool surface, the exhaustion creeping up on me so bad it’s become hard to focus.

“Don’t fall asleep, Imogen, you need to eat,” Tobias softly scolds. He comes to my side, brushing aside the fringe of hair gathered in front of my face. He leans down, lips gently caressing my cheek. He chuckles down at me, more to himself than anything I have done. He gets up before I can ask anything. On the other side, I hear Theo messing with pots and pans, their distinctive clatter causing me to raise a brow.

“Want any help?” I ask. I didn't know if these two can pull off a meal, if that is indeed what they are planning.

“Nope, we’re good,” Theo replies, winking at me. I rest my head on my hands and yawn. I’m not going to be able to obey Tobias's command at this rate.

“When are we going back home?” I ask. Neither of them acknowledged my question, which I find strange. So, I try again. “Hello, when are we going back to civilization?”

Tobias glances up from cutting tomatoes. “You’re not, Imogen. You’ll remain here.” Theo glanced over his shoulder at me before turning back to the stove.

I furrow my eyebrows. They can't possibly expect me to stay here. “What are you talking about? I can’t stay here forever. What about work?”

“We don’t have to be at work till Wednesday, and only Theo or I will go.” Oh, so I was going to have a guard with me at all times. The lingering sleepiness sizzles away as rage burns in my gut.

“And why is that?” Decorum is lost on me. I don't care if they both are able to give me orgasms with a glance. There's no fucking way I’m agreeing to this. "What are you hiding?" I can tell they are hiding something. Theo peeks at Tobias and shakes his head as if not to tell whatever it is.

“You’re not going back, Imogen. We can’t allow you to leave here,” Tobias simply says. I stare at him. I hadn't expected him to flat out admit it.

“I am not staying here like some prisoner, Tobias! You can’t do that,” I scream, my fists clenching at my sides. Tobias's eyes flash at me, his jaw clenched, both warning signs of his own rage. But I don't give a fuck about that. This is my life he is trying to control yet again.

“You will be staying. It isn’t a choice. You won’t be leaving this property unless we say so.” I stare at Theo for help, but he just pretends he doesn't hear our exchange.

I shook my head, tears filling my eyes as anger bubbles inside me. How dare they bring me here and then tell me I can’t leave. Haven't I already made it clear I will not be controlled by them? I am my own woman, and I’m not about to be a kept under lock and key. Is this what the mark is for? A way to chain me to him?