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Again, Tobias won’t come to bed with me in my suite. But this time, he does me one better and takes me to his.
This is the first time I’ve been in here and, consequently, the first room in the house where I’ve seen signs of Tobias’ personality and not just a cold yet expensive decorator’s touch. He’s done his bedroom suite in dark colors—forest green and black—and there’s an extensive collection of novels on one wall where a bookshelf is built in. I’m able to spot a few American classics and a worn copy of the Iliad before my eyes are drawn elsewhere.
Namely, the enormous bed. I think the one in my room is a king, but this one must be custom-built for someone as big as Tobias. The bed is neatly made with black sheets and a soft-looking black comforter, but for some reason, just the sight of it makes me nervous. Like I already know I’m about to end up in that bed in some compromising position, and it’s only a matter of time.
The bathroom is similar to mine, with a soaking tub and rainfall shower done in more masculine colors. After our rendezvous in the Land Rover, a shower sounds amazing, and I tell Tobias as much, already feeling warm and loose-limbed here in his bedroom.
"You’re very convincing," He rumbles, already pushing my hair aside to kiss my neck. "But something tells me you need some rest."
"It’s always about rest with you," I complain. "I can sleep anytime."
I know I’ve won our short argument when he starts to slide the straps of my dress down, but then I feel something vibrating between our bodies. With a frown, Tobias pulls back and digs his phone out of his pocket. At first, it looks like he’s going to toss the thing across the room and get back to undressing me, but when he sees the screen, he mutters a quiet “fuck” and steps away.
"I have to take this, doll," he tells me apologetically. "Go ahead and shower and get in bed. I don’t know how long it will take."
Pouting, I think about complaining, but he’s given me every bit of attention I’ve asked for, and I don’t want him to be annoyed with me because I get in the way of what I assume is business. Tobias gives me a quick kiss on the top of my head and hurries out of the room.
Disappointed, I try to wait him out, sitting on the bed fully dressed and kicking my feet for almost thirty minutes. Finally, I have to admit he isn’t coming back anytime soon and drag myself to the shower, tired and full of attitude.
Once I’m under the steaming water, I feel a little bit better. It smells like Tobias in here, and I revel in washing with his body wash and scrubbing my hair until every atom of hair product is long gone. After I’m finished, I consider just sleeping nude, but I manage to find his drawer of t-shirts and pull one on. It falls nearly to my knees, more nightgown than shirt.
Crawling into bed, I realize exactly why I didn’t want him to go so much. It isn’t just about wanting more time with Tobias. It’s that when we’re together, I don’t think about everything else. Alone with my thoughts, the reality of what’s going on hits me again.
I feel something so strong for Tobias that it scares me, but at the same time, I want to hold onto it tightly with both hands, never letting go. Just days ago, I was a waitress, and now I’m playing the role of the kept woman of a rich, mysterious man who just so happens to be the father of my most recent ex. I don’t even know how old Tobias is, but because I know Ricky’s age, it isn’t hard to determine that he’s at least forty.
So…our age gap is huge, and so is our income gap. I’ve been ignoring dozens of messages from Naomi asking where I am, how I plan on paying rent, and all kinds of other things. It’s the last one, though, that made me feel a confusing mixture of nervousness and glee.
Naomi: Hey, Teagan, I don’t know what’s going on with you and your boyfriend but the landlord just called and said that the rent has been paid in full for an entire year. So, um, I guess take all the time you need. Just be careful, okay?
There’s no one else who could have done such a thing except Tobias. He paid my rent for a year so I didn’t have to worry about going back to work. And if I’m not going back to work, what does he expect me to do? Could he really want me to stay here with him…permanently?
Nestling myself under the blankets, I tell the room’s Alexa to turn out the lights, and as soon as it’s dark, I’m surprised to find that I’m absolutely exhausted. There are still twinges and shocks from my mind-blowing orgasm earlier, and the soft sheets are heavenly against my bare legs. Staying with Tobias forever, letting him take care of me, makes no sense yet…it makes all the sense in the world. I want it so much, and the idea of it is so comforting that it lulls me to sleep.
When Tobias crawls into bed with me hours later, I barely stir, letting him pull me into his arms and cup his huge, muscular body around mine protectively. I’m safe, and maybe even…loved.
Morning comes with two things making themselves readily apparent.
First is the golden yellow sun filtering through the gap in the curtains and illuminating both the room and Tobias’s bronze skin.
The second is that Tobias is positioned over me, his forearms bracketing my head holding his weight off me while he kisses a slow, scorching path across my neck.
I’m on my back, and while he holds his chest off me, our hips are crushed together and I can immediately feel how hard he is. Tobias is only wearing a silky pair of black briefs, and there is no disguising how long and thick he is. It takes my breath away almost as much as the feeling of his lips on my throat does.
"Morning, my sweet little Teagan," Tobias whispers into my ear, his voice gravelly from sleep. "I got impatient waiting on you."
"That’s okay," I breathe, stroking his muscled back and chest in uncoordinated movements. A lust stronger than any I’ve felt yet starts in my core, right where his cock is pressed so fully against me, and spreads out until it’s taken over my entire body.
"I like the look of you in my clothes," he says, sitting up more so he can grip the hem of the shirt. "But I think I’d like the look of you without them more."
He’s not asking for any kind of permission, and before I know it, I’m arching my back so he can take the shirt off fully and toss it somewhere off to the side. Just like that, I’m fully naked beneath him, and my heart kicks into overdrive. Oh god, this is the first time he’s seen me completely nude like this. And if I’m reading him right, he really, really likes it.
Tobias sits up fully now, straddling my hips as he looks his fill, eyes darkening as he does so. He’s so hot, packed with muscle with a dusting of dark hair over his chest and body, but right now, I’m too nervous to do much more than run my fingers over the lines of his ribs while he seems to memorize every curve of my figure.
"You’re the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen." Tobias’s voice is dark, full of promises of all the things he’s about to do. "I’ve been thinking about what you told me last night for hours."
"What?" I’m not sure what he’s referencing, my brain having trouble keeping up with anything except for how wet he’s making me without even touching me.
"That I’m going to be the first and only man to fuck this tight, wet little pussy." I gasp when he reaches down boldly and cups my entire pussy in his large hand. "And I think I’m done waiting for it. I’m not a patient man."
