Three Players: The Game Series
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Tobias
Three Players
Stevie J. Cole
LP Lovell
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
6. Tobias
1
My eyes flash open. My skin's damp with sweat and I can't seem to catch my breath. Maria. What happened to her? A voice whispers in my head. My arms ache, my body is stiff from sleeping tied to the bed all night—well, somewhat sleeping. What little sleep I managed was littered with nightmares. I tug at the restraints and they won't budge. Panic settles in my chest, crawling over my skin like a nest of angry ants. What if they intend to leave me here? What if when that door swings open they have another player, and this time, I'm Maria. I'm the one tied to the bed whose life depends on their little warped game of fuck or die?
I turn my head toward the window. It must be at least seven because the warm sun is creeping through the gap in the thick curtains. And then. . .footsteps. My pulse slowly picks up until it's hammering in my ears. The lock clicks, the door swings open. I lift my head as high as I can to find Tobias standing in the doorway wearing only his workout pants, his chest bare.
"Good morning, little lamb," he sings as he crosses the room and throws the curtains open. I squint against the harsh light, watching as he turns to look at me. "Are you comfortable?" he asks, his voice laced with amusement.
"I can't feel my hands," I rasp.
Without a word, he reaches over and pulls the silk ties loose. Blood rushes back into my hands, the feeling like pins and needles in my fingers. When I move to climb out of bed, Tobias grabs my waist, leaning over me as he pins me to the mattress with his body.
"Where do you think you're going?" he says before rolling us both and pulling me on top of him. My breasts and stomach and everything else land on his hot skin. I press my palms against his hard chest in a pitiful attempt to put some space between us, but he just tugs me closer to him as his hands glide over my waist. His fingers dance down my spine until he's cupping my ass in both hands. My body is burning up, my skin electrified under his touch.
"Look at me, Ella," he murmurs against my throat. I slowly open my eyes, staring down at his flawless, tanned skin. Green eyes. His perfect smile. He is intoxicating and although I know he is dangerous and monstrous, that primitive part of me that evolution has yet to tame is in dire need of him. He scoops the curtain of hair from my face and gathers it in his hand, fisting it at the back of my head. "I want you," he says, and I can't stop my heart from racing.
He jerks my head back and peppers kisses along my throat. I swallow, my lips parting as I drag a breath deep into my lungs.
His hand shifts and slides from my ass between my legs. The second his fingertip brushes over me, a desperate need swallows me whole. This single touch has me at his mercy, a slave for him and him alone. Bracing one hand on the pillow beside his head, I skim the fingers of my other through his thick hair. He sweeps his hand over me again. Moaning, I grab a handful of his hair as though it's the only thing keeping me grounded.
He continues to tease me with his lips and fingers, never quite giving me what I want. His fingers never sink inside me or go near my clit, and it's maddening. Suddenly, he flips me onto my back, pressing his weight between my legs. I roll my hips against his cock that's straining through the thin material of his pants. I grip the back of his neck, trying to yank him down to me, but he won't budge. A wry smile works over his lips. I want to scream. I want to walk out of this apartment and never come back. Tobias and Preston drive me wild. They push me to the point of near insanity. They leave me feeling manipulated and crazed, wanted and yet cast aside. And I get so caught up in the temptation, the drive for pleasure, that I forget this is merely a game and I am a toy, and that when they have me right where they want me, they'll abandon me.
Tobias leans in, bringing his lips centimeters from mine. I'm trembling with need and anger and the sheer anxiety of being kept on the edge for so long.
"Get in the shower," he says. He cocks a brow before climbing off me and walking toward the bathroom. My heart pounds relentlessly loud and I'm convinced he must be able to hear it. "Don't make me tell you again," he throws over his shoulder.
Inhaling, I climb out of bed and follow him. When I open the bathroom door, he's already standing in the shower with his back to me. Steam billows from the open doorway, swirling around his silhouette. My eyes drift over his sculpted back that tapers to his hips and perfect ass. "I told you to get in the shower."
I nod, folding my arms over my chest as I step inside the shower and close the glass door behind me. Right now, I feel unhinged, anxious, nervous. He turns around and grabs my waist, spinning me toward the hot water. It runs down my back, over my shoulders, and I watch him. I watch the way the water trickles over every hard muscle of his body, the way it drips from his dark hair.
A smirk settles over his face as he grabs a bottle from the recess in the shower wall. He squeezes the white shower gel into his palm, soaping both hands with bubbles before he glides his hands over my body. His fingers slip and slide, and with each movement, that insistent, intolerable ache settles between my legs. His eyes lock with mine as he crouches in front of me, his hands slowly rubbing up and down my legs, his fingers barely brushing against my pussy. Each breath I drag in is heavy, labored. Each breath I release desperate.
"Little lamb," he whispers as he takes my foot in his hand, lifting it and placing it on one of the shelves built into the wall. "Oh," he leans closer to me, his cool breathes blowing across my skin, "little lamb. . ."
My brain jumbles, my thoughts incapable of anything besides the primitive thoughts of lust and sex and Tobias. Just one flick of his tongue, please God, that's all I need to be undone. I'm certain, but, of course, he doesn't touch me. And when he stands, I feel my body go limp, my head slams back against the stone shower wall.
"Touch yourself for me," he says.
I slide my hand between my legs. The second I find such relief it's like dousing a raging fire. I stare at him, spreading my legs wider and tilting my hips so he can see. His Adam's apple bobs and his lips part a fraction. His eyes are locked on my pussy and a little thrill of power shoots through me.
"I want to see you touch yourself," I whisper.
His eyes meet mine. "This isn't about what you want."
"No, it's about what you want," I say, biting my bottom lip. Just when I think he's not going to, he grips his cock, slowly stroking it. I plunge two fingers inside my pussy and my breath hitches. My back bows away from the wall, and then I'm writhing, throwing my head back and fucking my own hand, wishing it were his. Everything tightens and my breathing turns into panting. When I'm right there, his fingers wrap around my wrist, snatching my hand away.
I growl and try to yank my hand back. Tobias steps up to me, pinning both my hands against the tile on either side of my head. "Patience, little lamb." He smiles as he brushes his lips over mine. I'm trembling, on the verge of breaking down, and I want to cry because this feels like a sick form of torture. "I want you to come on my cock," he says as his eyes drag over my face. "But first..." He turns off the shower and slides the door open, grabbing a towel. "You're going to beg me to fuck you." He dries his hair with the towel, then crooks his finger at me.
I slowly approach him. He wraps the towel around me and strokes his fingers down my cheek. His lips brush my jaw. "Do you want me to fuck you, Ella?" I can feel the heat
radiating from his body, his feather light touch making my skin erupt in goosebumps. "Answer me," he whispers.
"Yes. I want you to fuck me."
His lips twitch in a shadow of a smile and he trails his hand up my thigh, so close..."Then you know what you need to do." He bites my neck, and I tilt my head to the side, winding my fingers into his damp hair. Everything within me is strung so tightly, I feel as though I'm going to snap any minute.
"Please," I breathe.
"You can do better than that." His tongue drags over my skin. My eyes drift shut, and I grab his thick bicep to steady myself.
"Please fuck me, Tobias."
"Get on your knees, little lamb."
My eyes flash open, meeting his. He's so beautiful and yet so cruel. He's enjoying this, revelling in my suffering, in the power he wields over me.
I stare at him for a moment. I consider telling him to fuck off. I consider the money, and I also consider just how much I need to find release, how curious I am of how it would be to fuck him. One time. He arches a brow impatiently, and I slowly sink to my knees on the bathroom floor. I can't look at him, so I fix my gaze on the tile beneath me. He grips my chin, tilting my head back until I'm looking up the length of his naked body, staring into his eyes.
"Beg me, Ella."
I close my eyes. Shame eats away at me, even as the ache between my legs throbs like an alarm on repeat. I want him to fuck me. I want to know what it feels like to be fucked and owned, utterly possessed by a man like him. In a sick way, I think I crave his brand of degradation. I like walking that fine line, never knowing whether he'll make me feel worthless or vitally important.
His thumb strokes over my cheek bone, both soothing and unsettling at the same time. "Beg. Me," he whispers.
I swallow hard. "Please fuck me, Tobias."
"Hmm, so pretty when you plead." He bends over and tips my head back even further, laying his lips gently over mine. "Now get off your knees and get on the bed." He lets go of me and I stand. I can feel his eyes on me as I make my way to the bed, but he doesn't follow immediately. "Bend over," he instructs when I reach the edge of the mattress.
I do as told, bending over the bed. My cheeks heat in a blush because he's just watching me. I don't hear him approach over the sound of my heavy breaths, so I jump when his fingers trail over my spine, slowly descending until he's brushing over my ass cheeks. His tongue swipes between my shoulder blades and my skin tingles.
"Such a pretty, pink, pussy," he groans, lowering his hand and sliding his fingers over me. I turn my face into the comforter, trying to calm my breathing, trying not to moan. Without warning he thrusts two fingers inside me, and I choke. "And so fucking tight."
His teeth graze the side of my neck, and I turn my head, inviting his lips, his teeth, his tongue. His fingers plunge in and out of me, slow but rough, shunting me into the mattress on every thrust. I moan as that pressure settles low in my gut, making everything clench tight in anticipation. His other hand winds in my hair and he twists my head firmly to the side, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses over my cheek. Warm breath washes over my face, hitching in rhythm with his thrusts. And then he stops, moving his hand away from me. Groaning, I glance over my shoulder and that's when I see Preston leaning against the doorframe, arms folded over his bare chest and his foot propped against the wall. He winks at me, and Tobias grips my hair, yanking my head until my back bows. He leans down and bites my earlobe, pressing his cock against me. So close. He's so close. My heart hammers in my chest, waiting, wanting. He slides one hand down my body, pressing his palm into my lower stomach as he slowly slips inside me.
"Sweet Ella," Preston whispers. I open my eyes just as he climbs on the bed, crawling toward me. Naked. "This is the best part of the game. Getting to play with us." He grabs my jaw and pulls me toward him while Tobias tugs on my hair. Push and pull. And then, Preston kisses me, his tongue sliding across my lips before he lies back and fists his cock. "Suck it," Preston says. Tobias shoves my head down, releasing my hair just before Preston grabs it, knotting it between his fingers.
I take his dick and trace my tongue over it for a brief second before taking him inside my mouth. With each hard thrust from Tobias, Preston's cock goes further down my throat. With each moan that bubbles up my throat, Preston groans. Tobias' fingers dig into my hips. Preston tugs on my hair. It's almost too much. And just when I think I'm about to come, Preston throws his head back, shoving my face away from him and grabbing onto his cock, pumping as streams of thick come shoot out. "Fuck, your mouth feels so good."
When Preston sits up, he glances at Tobias and arches one brow. Tobias pulls me to my feet and Preston grabs one leg. "Put your foot on the bed."
I do as told and, all the while, Tobias continues to bury himself deeper and harder inside me. My heart hammers in my chest, my stomach kinking in the most delightful of ways as I watch Preston slide from the bed and to his knees on the floor. His warm fingertips trail up the back of my calves, around to the front of my thighs. Tobias fists my hair again, yanking my head to the side. "You can't come until I do," Tobias whispers before pressing a kiss to the side of my throat.
I glance down at Preston as he leans in, flicking his tongue over my clit. My entire body reacts violently, pulling away from the pleasurable sensation. "Don't fucking move," Preston says, glaring up at me as he places his mouth back on me.
Here I stand, Preston between my thighs, Tobias slamming into me. With each soft roll of his tongue, my knees nearly buckle. With each thrust, that flame builds, threatening to consume me, but I fight it. I close my eyes on a groan, laying my head against Tobias' sweat slicked chest. I spread my legs wider while Preston flicks and sucks and licks at my clit. While Tobias drives into me. I feel as though I'm on the brink of something that will utterly ruin me. Tobias slaps over my ass before his fingers dig into my skin. With a growl, he slams so deep inside me, it takes my breath, and then he stills behind me, panting and swearing under his breath.
"Fuck, my sweet Ella, you taste so good with his come," Preston says, swiping his tongue over me again.
And now, I sink weightlessly beneath the blissful wave that's washing over every last inch of my skin. My body heats with a fire so hot I fear I'll be nothing but ash. My knees buckle, and if it weren't for Tobias and Preston, I'd fall to the floor in a string of moans, but they hold me up. Kissing, sucking, touching. And it's so intense, so hard...my ears ring and my vision swims. Tobias' arms wrap around me, holding me tight as my head lulls on his shoulder.
Laughing, Preston kisses my mouth, the taste of me and Tobias heavy on his lips. “Do you wonder what happened to her, sweet Ella?" he asks.
I'm still catching my breath, my skin still aflame. I swallow, but before I can speak, Tobias is grazing his lips over my earlobe. "To Maria, little lamb. Don't tell me you've already forgotten her. I can still taste her pussy on your lips." He pulls away, shifting his body in front of me. His green eyes stare down at me, swirling with sadistic pleasure.
My blood runs cold. "You let her go. You said you would let her go. . ."
Tobias and Preston both toss their heads back, laughing. Preston's fingers skim my waist and he presses a tender kiss to my back. Tobias stands in front of me staring, a smirk inching its way over his lips. "Wrong." He takes a step toward me. "How does it feel to know you've had a murderer inside you?"
My heart shudders then goes into a full-on sprint, washing a dizzying fear over me. I want to run, but fear has my feet firmly planted on the ground.
"Does it scare you, Ella?" Preston whispers.
"Or does it excite you?" Tobias asks, trailing a single fingertip down the center of my chest. I want to yank away from his touch, but again, I can't. "Lesson learned though, huh? Never take a man for his word."
And with that, almost like the timing has been rehearsed time and time again, they turn and walk out of the room, leaving me alone with my shame and guilt and an unsettling horror slipping through my veins.
2
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I've paced the length of this room at least a thousand times. Tobias and Preston been gone for nearly an hour. An hour. What are they doing? What terrible things are they plotting? Day three must be worse than day two. I need the money, but at what cost? At what cost. . I close my eyes and all I can see is Maria. Her eyes pleading with me to save her life, and I tried. I did what I was asked to do, and they didn't hold up their end of the deal. I hate them. Guilt consumes me, and I can't help but wonder: if I'd not signed that contract, would Maria still be alive. I think maybe she would, but then again, wouldn’t it have just been someone else? Another woman they would capture and use as a pawn for their twisted game.
Taking a deep breath, I grab my purse and walk to the door, ever-so-slowly placing my palm over the cool handle. I turn it and wait, for what I'm not certain, but I feel as though I'm a wounded gazelle limping along in the wild while a rabid tiger hides in the bush, waiting to pounce and tear me to bits, limb by limb. The hinges to the door creak when the door swings open, and now I'm staring into the empty hallway. I look from left to right. And it truly is empty, so I run for it. I sprint to the elevator and hold down the button, praying the doors won't open to reveal Tobias and Preston waiting inside.
And they don't. The elevator is empty. My heart thrums in my chest on the way down. The doors open and I hurry out and through the lobby to the sidewalk. I'm swept up in the bustling crowd on my way to the subway, and the second I get on that train—the very moment my ass touches the plastic seat, I take a breath.
What the hell was I doing with them?
Inhaling, I pause outside my apartment door. What am I going to do now? I have what, five days until I'm homeless? I just walked away from a million dollars and a possible jail sentence. An unsettled fear creeps through my veins as I wonder if they'll come after me. They have access to so much, and it seems like the entire city has a secret side Tobias and Preston both run. What if they do come for me? What if they kill me. . .and then I think, what if? I have nothing anyway. No home. No one to love.