"Yes... Yes, Chef. Hmm I think I'll make it until the day after tomorrow...Sure." Owen scowled at his girlfriend's silhouette as she darted nervously around the apartment. It's been like this for days now. To be honest, he wasn't even sure when he last spoke to Tess. Whenever she walked through the door and he was actually planning to spend some time with her and just enjoy being together, that damn cell phone would ring and when it wasn't ringing, the display would flash.
He made a face and leaned back into the soft cushions of the couch. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and didn't even notice how his lower jaw began to grind unconsciously. This guy upset him so much. It wasn't as if he didn't want to support Tess in her desire to have a well paying job. He was happy for her that she finally got her dream job, though that he certainly hadn't wanted to. He didn't know what kind of guy her boss was, that he his girlfriend so busy outside of working hours, but it didn't suit him at all.
„Hey Tess.." he began. She looked at him for a brief moment, before she waved him off in exasperation and turned back to her phone. He took a deep breath and leaned forward, elbows resting on his thighs as his gaze swept over Tess. "Tess." He tried again and this time he saw her roll her eyes and shake her head. The young woman pointedly turned her back on him. Without really thinking about it for a moment, he got up and walked over to the kitchen island where Tess was leaning, her calendar and phone in hand.
"Yeah sure I..." She was cut off when Owen grabbed the phone from her hand. "She'll call back later.", he growled curtly into the mic before hanging up. Tess stood frozen for a moment before recovering and running after him. "Do you still have them all? That was my boss." Owen typed something on her phone and finally all she saw was him turning it off. "I know." "Give me my phone back." "Certainly not." "Owen! give To me. My. Handy." The person opposite looked at her for the first time and their eyes literally bore into each other. The air in the room grew noticeably thinner.
There was a big problem between the two of them, they were both extremely ambitious and stubborn. Owen also had that slight arrogance that could easily spill into his every sentence that Tess usually found attractive but now only upset. "Owen, I swear to God, if you don't give me my phone right away..." She didn't even get to finish the sentence. Instead, she felt him grab her wrist, twist her arm, and pin her upper body against the nearest wall. The air was forced out of her lungs with a gasp. For a brief moment she didn't even know what had happened until she caught herself and turned her head to the side to even have a chance to look at her partner. "Owen, cut the crap and most of all let me go." she hissed and tried to pull her arm out of his grip, but he was adamant and the only thing that happened was that he pressed her harder against the wall.
Owen leaned closer to her, his breath leaving a warm trail on her neck and making her skin tingle. "I don't think you're in any position to make demands right now, Tess." he growled in her ear, with an intonation of her name that made her shudder, though she would never admit it. "I have a completely different idea. How about you explain to me why you pay more attention to this idiot than to me." Tess felt his free hand travel down her side, down to the hem of her blouse.
She wasn't going to give up that easily. "Oh, my dear Owen, is he jealous that he's not getting enough attention." "Tess, don't provoke me." he whispered against her ear before he bit into it and at the same time she felt how he pushed his hand under the waistband of her trousers. She swallowed hard and tried to free herself again, but she was trapped between the wall and Owen's body. He didn't even seem to care much that she was trying to fight back, instead she felt two of his fingers trailing down her middle. She was cursing him and his knowledge of her body especially when he started stimulating her clitoris. Biting her lower lip, she tried to control her racing heart so as not to give him that triumph as well.
"Anything else?" she finally pressed out. Owen furrowed his eyebrows. Today she was definitely more stubborn than usual, which on the one hand didn't suit him and on the other hand was extremely turning on. Without further ado, he pulled his hand back, which Tess acknowledged with a dissatisfied expression and threw it over his shoulder. "Owen, what is that? Put me down!" "Since you obviously don't want to answer me, I'll get my own answers." He just answered before slapping her bottom with the palm of his hand. Tess flinched but punched him in the back. "I'm not in the mood for that crap." "It just looked completely different."
Owen walked into her bedroom with her and kicked the door behind him before throwing Tess onto her bed more than anything else. "Last chance to answer me Tess - otherwise you'll see what you get from it.", he said before pulling his shirt over his head. "Fuck me," she replied breathlessly, trying to climb off the bed. Owen grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "Owen!" "I warned you Tess." he growled as he pinned her under him and pulled the belt out of his pants. In one fluid motion he grabbed her hands and pushed them over her head before threading it through the struts in the headboard of the bed and then tying her hands tight.
"Too tight?" he asked with a smug smile. "No," she hissed, smiling sarcastically. Owen leaned down to her again until their faces were only inches apart. Tess could feel his warm breath on her lips and on her face. She didn't miss the way he looked at her lips for a moment before his gaze wandered back to her eyes. He cupped her chin with one hand to make sure she couldn't look away. "If I were you, I'd be careful about what I say." he whispered to her. His voice was so deep and seductive that a part of her wanted to give in, but if she gave in now, she might have a very awkward conversation ahead of her and she didn't feel like it.
"No idea what you mean." Owen sighed in mock disappointment, sat up and put his hands on the collar of her blouse. With a single movement he ripped it open. Before she could say anything, he pressed his lips to hers, smothering her spate of abuse about the condition of her shirt. She tried to resist, tugging at her arms and biting his lower lip, but her resistance weakened as Owen began massaging her chest. Lucky for him, Tess' first order of business when entering the apartment was to take off her bra.
He let go of her lips to give her some breathing time while he continued to fuss with her neck. "Untie me.", she asked breathlessly. Owen just snorted in amusement. "For the objection and my still not received answer?" He glanced at her as his fingers curled toward her nipple. A soft moan escaped her lips. "I do not think so."
Owen trailed his lips further down, barely touching her skin. The near-touches drove her almost insane and he knew it for a fact. She didn't even notice how she was still trying to free her hands until Owen grabbed her waist and pulled her down a bit so that her arms were straight and she couldn't move. "Keep still.", he just growled. She felt his lips against her breast and moments later his teeth as he bit into her other nipple. Again, she couldn't suppress the sounds that came out of her mouth. She couldn't even tell if it was a moan or a cry of pain. Her breathing was irregular and quickened as Owen worked his way down. He bit her every now and then, and with a firm grip reminded her to hold still. Once again his hand wandered under the waistband of her pants, only this time it wasn't just the mere stimulation of her clitoris over her clothes. Instead, he pushed aside her underwear and inserted a finger into her. Tess tilted her head back but tried hard not to groan when he finally touched her where she had secretly wanted it all along.
Owen didn't mind at all. He would get her to tell him everything he wanted to know soon enough. He kept moving his finger inside her until he found the spot that made her moan. "Owen.. please." "Please what?" "Please stop.", needed it, but groaned again as he was still moving his finger. "Hmm you don't actually look like you want me to stop right now." "Yes." Owen eyed her for a moment before getting up and stripping off her pants and underwear instead. "Damn Owen, I..." "You didn't tell me what to stop.", he interrupted her. Frustrated, she tried again somehow to get free. Owen carelessly tossed her clothes to the ground and spread her legs before disappearing between them. She felt his lips on her clit and two of his fingers entered her again. Moaning, she turned her head to the side and tried to think straight, but all that came out of her mouth was a series of pleas that he finally untie her. However, as before, these fell on deaf ears.
With his free hand, Owen again kept her hips from moving too much while his fingers and mouth continued her torture. Tess could feel the muscles in her abdomen tightening and her legs beginning to tremble more and more clearly. She was so close to orgasm when Owen lifted his head and withdrew his fingers from her. Tess looked at him in disbelief. "Are you serious?", she asked breathlessly. "What is it?" "Don't ask such a stupid question wa.." she broke off when she felt his fingers draw slow circles over her clit. “I can keep playing this for a while Tess. You won't come until you're ready to tell me what's going on.", he whispered against her lips before stopping again. It was already unbearable and they both knew that she would never endure this kind of torture. Owen disappeared between her legs again, his tongue hot against her most sensitive parts. Tears soon came to her eyes because she just couldn't take it anymore that he kept stopping just before she was about to come.
„Owen! Owen please... please i talk to you I promise it." She was interrupted by a groan. "Honestly, I...please." "Are you sure?" he asked while his fingers moved faster inside her. She quickly nodded. "Yes.. And! certainly." A triumphant smile crept onto his lips, but she just didn't care right now. She couldn't take it anymore.
Moments later, his lips were busy again, sucking on her. She moaned his name and his growl and its vibrations only brought her further to the end. She felt her muscles tense again, how the pressure was increasing and how she desperately clawed at her bonds before she tilted her head back and finally got her end.
Owen carefully pulled his fingers out of her and sat up. He disappeared from the bedroom for a brief moment before coming back and sitting on the bed next to her. He carefully undid the belt and pulled her arms towards him. "Everything okay?", freight is. Tess nodded and looked up at him as he applied cream to her wrists. "So I'm listening?" She sighed and closed her eyes again. She knew that all arguing was pointless now, especially since she knew Owen too well for that.
"You know," began hesitantly: "a colleague recently told me that my boss probably wants something from me. I have that feeling too. He probably gives me enough work to keep calling me." She glanced over at Owen, who was looking a bit somber, but she knew his gaze wasn't directed at her as he was still careful to be careful with her arms, which he was massaging lightly. "And why don't you tell me that?" "Oh... because you've been helping me the whole time with finding a job and everything. I didn't want you to have to deal with it, too." Owen rolled his eyes and gently pulled her into his arms. "Stubborn." "That's what the right person says.", replied Tess. "I'll get you to work next week and then we'll solve the problem real quick." "With a shovel and garbage bags in the car or without?", she asked jokingly. "Let's see how my mood is.", replied Owen, grinning sinisterly.
