The Blessed And The Beast

Thirty-Eight: Joselin

Joselin’s P.O.V.

The slow movement of my arm being pulled across the bed made me stir. I hated sleeping on my back, and being there now was awful.

My body twisted, trying to roll back onto my side. But I couldn’t move my legs, and my arms were over my head. I felt a brief moment of panic before I regained consciousness to realize that I still felt the sheets beneath me, and my restraints, while tight around my limbs, were soft.

Memories of my vision made me groan, and I kept my eyes closed. I didn’t want to deal with Rona right now. It wasn’t like I could do anything to change what was going to or had already happened. If she hadn’t found my hair yet, she would soon.

I had only gotten into her house the first time because Cyrus had accidentally knocked her out. Doing it a second time would not be an easy feat.

The sound of someone’s tongue clicking in feigned disappointment made me blink several times to open my eyes.

“Sleeping in so late,” Tobias stated from by my head as he pulled at my wrist once more before stepping back. “You’re wasting a beautiful day.”

His dark hair was wet and combed back, and he smelled like he had just gotten out of the shower. It made me want to close my eyes and take in another lungful of his delicious scent, but with his shorts hung low on his hips, I couldn’t look away.

I pulled my arms down, trying to cover my naked body as a shiver wracked through me when he pulled the thin blanket away, but I was trapped. I pulled at the fabric holding me to the bed posts, twisting my arms discretely to test my ability to get free.

Tobias chuckled darkly before moving around the bed and standing by my feet. His eyes devoured me, moving over my body slowly. I could practically feel his gaze sliding over my naked form like the gentle trailing of his fingertips without actually touching me.

Goosebumps rose along the surface of my skin, everywhere he looked, and my breathing became short and fast.

“I told myself that since it was your first time breaking this rule, disobeying me, I would give you a pass and take it easy on you.” He said, his eyes stopping between my legs, and I knew he would see that I was becoming increasingly wet for him.

“I disobeyed you?”

The corner of his mouth twitched, but he kept his emotions masked behind his heated gaze. I couldn’t tell if he was irritated by the question or amused.

“You brought that man into our house.” He crossed his arms across his shirtless torso, his stance wide as he met my stare.

“You never said I couldn’t.” My response faded as he let out a growl that made me tremble with excitement. He was in the mood to punish me.

You already know I don’t want men I don’t trust hanging around my mate,

again, ‘our.’ I loved when Tobias called it that. It was almost as good as when he referred to me as his mate. Both

going to go easy on me then?” I whispered, not sure which answer I wanted. If he kept me tied here all day, I would be a happy woman, only if he was here with me.

He said, dropping his crossed arms and pulling gently on the tie

breath,” I whispered, my body practically trembling as I felt myself growing wetter at the feeling of his warm fingertips against my

don’t need your

hard.

“Hold it.”

my past, but I had almost always been in

order he gave me, every demand that crossed his lips excited me more

even explain why I did. It was as if I

he leaned forward. I picked my head up to watch him, shaking it as

them eagerly. Me. I was the more important matter, or at least punishing me was.

off when his hand

I will put that mouth to use after all, even if it’s only

the bed by the time he was done with me. The dream of tasting him had been going around my head for a long time, and while we had done many things,

time, he would pull away and cum on my chest.

my punishment?” The question came out in a breathy whisper that had my lungs collapsing in

as he gently slid them up my legs. His grip tightened around my thighs like he couldn’t help himself from grabbing me harder, squeezing me tighter as he let out a growl. “I haven’t even started with you, sweetheart, and look at how fucking wet you

and mine shot off the bed, eager to watch him make contact with the bundle of nerves between my legs. Instead, he worked his way up my thigh. His lips, tongue, and teeth took

was tense; my whole body was coiled as he finally hovered over my pussy, his

placed his mouth between my legs, I couldn’t resist moaning out his name and throwing my head back. My eyes squeezed shut tightly as

fingers in his hair. I needed something, anything for leverage, so that I could

tightly as I approached my release. My hips tensed, and

The air of his breath hit my wet lips, and I pushed my hips up as high

to cum that easy.” He whispered, placing a kiss against my throbbing clit before pulling away and sliding one finger in me slowly. I let my hips relax as I looked

himself with one arm on the mattress next to my hips while his eyes were locked on the single-digit pumping in and out. In and out. It was coated in the evidence of my desire, and the sound it made as he shoved it inside me as far as it could go before curling his finger and rubbing my walls made me release a