Page 43 of Sinful Mates

“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.

Theo power 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 cupboard and pick a pair of leggings and an off-shoulder top, the fabric soft on my skin and super comfy. I trot down to the kitchen where Theo is cooking breakfast. I admire the way he moves around in the kitchen like he belongs here. Is it just me or does everything feel different? Just looking at him makes my panties dampen, the need coming back to the front of my mind, and the entire shower I spent trying to not focus on it, has gone to waste.

I stroll over to the island bench and sidled up sitting next to where Theo is cutting up tomatoes and onions. I’m enthralled by his knife mastery, mesmerized by his strong hands as they worked the knife up and down.

Biting my lip, I put my hand over his, taking the knife and setting it down. I take his now free hand, rubbing it against my wet panties. If the bulge in his shorts is any indication, he wants me just as much. I press against him, our clothed bodies creating beautiful friction.

His eyes go glassy. "You smell divine." His husky whisper next to my hair made me shiver and for my panties to get even wetter. Maybe I shouldn't have bothered putting any on at this point. His eyes shine, his tongue taking its time as he licks his lips. He has to be able to smell me by now. I’m not even embarrassed over it. I move his hand, pushing closer, catching his lips with mine, and nuzzling his nose. "Fuck, I can't, Babe," he groaned, pulling away from me.

"Please?" I beg. It’s just us, and at least it isn't Tobias I’m begging to deal with this dull throbbing ache. It’s driving me insane. I use my legs, pulling him closer to me. His groan grows louder, the darkness swirling in his eyes. I’m winning him over.

“I’m starting to wonder who he is punishing, me or you?" He grinds his hips into me. My clothed pussy rubs against his still dressed cock.

I pulled on the waistband of his pants with a single finger, reaching in and grabbing his smooth, hard cock. It twitches in my hand, and he thrusts against it, eyes closed as he enjoys the bliss. But all too soon he pulls away from me, and goes back to chopping his vegetables.

I jump off the bench and stomp away. He doesn't even try to stop me. I glare at him before going to the couch and plopping down. I take the TV remote and turn the damn thing on, picking the first movie on the list. I keep my attention on it, and ignore the dull throbbing ache that threatens to take over my entire life. This stupid science fiction movie better not go into romance scenes or I'll be screwed.

Theo wanders over from the kitchen, plates balanced in his hand, which he gracefully deposits on my lap. An omelet rested on the plate with springs of parsley on the edges and a ketchup smile complete with fangs. He settles on the couch beside me, a similar plate on his lap. But instead of little fangs, his had little ketchup wolves.

"What did Tobias mean by saying it's dangerous for me to leave here?" I’ve been thinking about it all day and can't for the life of me reason it out. When I haven't been distracted by throbbing body parts, anyway.

Theo chases the egg around his plate for a minute, dipping the piece of egg in the ketchup. He’s avoiding me over this, why? I’m about to give up, when he says, "He means it's not safe for you now that we've marked you as ours."

I frown at him. Isn't that what was supposed to give me my freedom. How did that put me in danger? “What do you mean, I don’t understand.”

“You’re human, Imogen. It’s forbidden to take a human as a mate.”

If it forbidden, why mark me at all? They were not making any sense. I open my mouth 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 as I did before. Well, kind of. I’m more sensitive around them. Just looking at them overwhelms me and makes me flustered. I hope it didn't get worse. I won’t be able to think coherently if it gets worse than this.

We ended up watching movies all day. I finish my breakfast for him, but even so, Theo is steadfast about not touching me. And with every second that ticks by, the desire for him grows inside me. I try to ignore it, but it is downright torture.

When Tobias saunters in, I ignore him. I’m still angry. 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, especially after the punishment he had doled out in the beginning of the day. Nothing about this man is fair.

"How was your day?" he questions, leaning over the couch and kissing the top of my head, like I’m some housewife waiting for him to come home. I keep my eyes glued to the movie, completely ignoring him. If I even glance at him I know I'll crumble and beg for him to fuck me. I don't want him to get any satisfaction.

Tobias leans over the couch, grabbing Theo's chin and kisses him hard. Arousal flooded through me, and I clench my thighs together. I love watching them. It turns me on in a weird way and makes me jealous, wanting to be touched. I avert my eyes before Tobias can catch me, pretending I’m too caught up to notice.

"Not talking to me, love?" I continue my ignoring him plan. He shrugs. "I brought dinner," he announces, walking into the kitchen. I take a peek at his ass when he retreats. It isn't fair. The smells and scents of Chinese lure me from my spot. My stomach growls at the spice in the air.

Theo snorts beside me. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me to my feet. "Come on, you can punish him later."

Oh, I was going to punish him. The only reason he is acting like this is he wants me as much as long for him. It will be interesting, maybe I can make him beg. It’s about time he is on the other end of this whole relationship thing, begging sounds great right about now.

Chapter Fifteen

After dinner, I trot up to bed and climb in. I hear them come in some time later, but I just roll over, refusing to acknowledge their presence. The bed dips on both sides, reaching for me, trying to get any reaction out of me.

Theo's erection pressed into my back, his breath on the back of my neck. With a grunt, I rolled onto my stomach. Theo's hands wandered to my ass, rubbing it softly. "Punish him, not me," he pleads. Did he forget that Tobias would get a taste of whatever I did with him through the bond? I won’t give up anything for that man until he is on his hands and knees. I fight my own desires, bottling them away. Ignoring the flutters that ripple through me from Theo's cold touch. Besides, what if they aren't my feelings? It’s hard to tell what belongs to who anymore. Oh, was this the whole feeling, how each other felt things they were trying to explain?

“Babe,” Theo whines, tugging on my hip, trying to get me to roll over. I do feel bad for him. He must have wanted to touch me all day as much as I wanted to lose myself with him. But if Tobias is going to get satisfaction from it? No fucking way.