He surged forward, his hands on either side of her head. “Like it?”
“Yes!”
“Want me to move?”
“Yes.”
“Then fucking look at me.”
Not this shit again…Tabby opened her eyes a fraction and found Toby staring her full in the face. Fear rippled through her, and she clenched hard around Toby’s shaft.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “That fuckinggrip.”
But he didn’t move. His hips were locked into hers, his cock throbbing deep inside her. They were officially doing soaking, which Tabby had always maintained was the sexual ideology of cunts. It felt stupid and achieved nothing.
“Tabitha,” Toby barked. “I’m not gonna move unless you’re watching me, so open your fucking eyes, or I’ll climb right back out that window.”
He meant it, she could hear it in his voice. Knowing there was nothing else to do, she opened her eyes properly.
She’d thought her room was mostly dark, but she’d been wrong. Looking at Toby was like having a helicopter beam in her face. A Broadway spotlight illuminating her every thought. She felt unbearably exposed, on the verge of either screaming or laughing, but she didn’t look away.
“Please, Toby?” she whispered. “Please?”
“Fine,” he snarled, and began fucking her with slow, deliberate rolls of his hips. Tabby moaned as he slid almost all the way out of her pussy before driving deep.
Every muscle in her body went taut, pressure flowing between her legs like a golden river. Say what you would about Toby’s need for eye contact, the man could put it down like nobody’s business. She gripped his right bicep, clinging to her tattoo as climax reeled ever closer. “Oh my God…”
Toby’s lip curled. “I am your God, aren’t I?”
“Yes,” she breathed. Her cunt was soaked, and the sound of Toby slapping against all that wetness wasobscene. “Yes, you are.”
“So, say it.”
“You’re my—ohhhh.” Orgasm caught her before she could even finish the sentence; the feel of him, combined with the look on his face and his arrogant words, made it impossible. She squirmed against Toby’s cock as waves of blackness rolled through her brain.
“That’s it,” Toby muttered. “Show me.”
Show you what?she thought, but he didn’t seem to need her to do anything but watch as he quickened his pace, stroking into her overheated pussy. Tabby shuddered with aftershocks, trying and failing to keep from whimpering his name.
His mouth fell to her ear. “Are you trying to ruin my fucking life?”
She froze. Was this part of the roleplay? What was she supposed to say? No? “Wh-what do you mean?”
“You’re all I can think about,” he snarled. “I’m obsessed. You’re making me obsessed with you.”
Her body flushed, her arousal beginning its third ascent. She wanted to focus, but it was so hard when he did her like this. “I-I’m sorry?”
“You should be. Got me thinking about you all day and all night. Can’t do anything else. It’s all your fucking fault.”
“Sorry,” she moaned, wrapping her thighs around his hips as the pulse, pulse, pulse in her cunt wove through her overwrought tissue, pulling tight around her clit. “Oh my Godddd, sorry!”
“Yeah, you keep saying.” He clasped her left breast, his pubic bone grinding against her. “It doesn’t matter. I’ve decided to keep you.”
“Wh-what?”
“You’re mine. After this, there’s no going back. You belong to me now.”
Tabby wanted to protest and wanted an explanation, but she was also coming. She undulated against him, working wherever her body told her to as her eyes rolled back in her head. “Yesssss. Whatever you want. Whatever you?—”
