Instead of answering her, I secure her ankle to the leg of the seat, using the rope. When I tug on the ends and it tightens around her skin, her eyes go wide. I dip my hand into my pocket and retrieve another rope, the extra I always carry in case I want to tie the two and have more length to work with. Tonight I’m mentally praising my forethought.
“Rafael, I don’t mean to be rude, but what the hell are you doing?”
I smirk at her. “I’m making it so you can’t close your legs. Isn’t it obvious?” I wrap my fingers around her soft calves and slide them up to her thighs. “Move your dress aside.”
She sputters and it’s not coherent, but I know a weak protest when I hear it. So, I do it for her. The lighting in the room makes it hard to see past the shadow covering her cunt, but I don’t need my sight in order to know what to touch.
Or kiss.
I lower my head and Carina grips my hair with what feels like all her strength. It amuses me. Does she really think she can keep me from what I want?
She yanks on my hair and it burns, but that only turns me on more. “We are in public. For fuck’s sake,” she hisses under her breath.
“That’s what makes it even better.” I lick from just above her knee and all along her inner thigh until my nose skims the silk of her underwear. “Enjoy the show.”
Carina
I’m hyperventilating.
The opera singers pour their hearts and souls into every foreign word and musical note, but all I can concentrate on is the man between my legs.
My fiancé, who’s intent on making me scream louder than the woman on stage.
Rafael pulls aside my lace panties and runs his tongue over my clit. The moan that escapes me is far from silent, but I attempt to stifle it by pressing my lips together. However, when he pulls my clit between his lips and sucks, I have to slap a hand over my mouth.
He chuckles and the vibrations, along with his breath, have me gripping his hair tighter. Pleasure shoots through me and I close my eyes. This is wrong in so many ways. Or maybe that’s why I’m so aroused? It doesn’t matter.
I’m not able to stop from crying out when he inserts two fingers into my sex while nibbling on my clit. The sound is muffled by my palm, but it sounds loud to me. Sensations skitter along my nerves and my body reacts as though I’ve been electrocuted. My hips jerk and the increased pressure of his mouth wrenches another moan from me. Then he thrusts his fingers in and out of me with such precision I feel as if my body is an instrument being played and my cries are that of the singers.
“Viziata, I want to see your eyes.” My eyelids flutter open and I stare down at the man who’s wrecked me. In so many different ways. “That’s my good girl,” he murmurs. “Keep them open, that way you can watch me devour you.”
While staring up at me, he flicks out his tongue and the pink of his skin matches that of my clit. I’m already on fire, but this stokes the flames until I feel as though I’m burning alive. He continues to pleasure me and the speed of his hand increases, encouraging me to raise my hips for greater impact. The idea of his cock ramming into my sex, then filling and stretching me has my entire body shaking with want and the need to orgasm, to end this exquisite torture.
Rafael slaps my mons and I shriek into my palm, then bite into the flesh of it to keep the sound from traveling far. I blink at him and narrow my gaze in accusation. He doesn’t stop the motion of his hand, but he’s no longer licking my clit.
“You were about to close your eyes,” he says. I shake my head in denial, not actually sure if that’s true. Rafael smacks my clit and I dig my teeth into my palm hard enough for the pain to steal my breath; the breath I would’ve used to scream. “Don’t argue with me,viziata. My bratty girl can’t have everything her way.”
He doesn’t wait for me to recover from the reprimand that has my clit throbbing and my hand smarting. Instead, he thrusts his fingers into me so hard and fast that the force of the movements slam me further into the seat. His mouth latches onto my clit and I can only stand the bombarding sensations for so long before I’m coming, feeling as though I’m being possessed with an entity. My back arches and my hips buck uncontrollably, even with Rafael pinning them down. He makes my ecstasy more potent by mumbling, the vibrations of his words and lips adding sensitivity to everything they touch.
My orgasm is all-consuming, leaving me trembling and weak.
Rafael sits back on his haunches and looks at me with a twinkle of satisfaction in his gaze. I’m too exhausted to address it, and truth be told, he deserves to be smug.
“Are you going to survive?” he asks, tilting his head. I shake mine slowly, as though drugged. “Well, luckily for you, there’s still a lot of the performance for us to watch.”
I half-shrug, too tired to do much else.
All I know is I enjoyed the shows, both the opera and the one performed by Rafael.
He laughs and then shifts to touch his knees to the floor, before raising one. Then he reaches into his pocket and produces an object, but I can’t see it until he lifts his hand, palm facing up. I stare at the sleek silver box with the golden emblem on top, not recognizing the brand.
“Carina.”
I snap my gaze to him at the sound of his voice. It’s soft but determined, tender but authoritative. Confusion coils around me to slowly bring about more clarity amidst my waning lethargy.
Rafael takes my hand in his, while keeping the other one holding the box nearby. “I’ve known you were unlike any other woman I’d met, and would ever meet in my lifetime, the day our paths crossed. There’s something about the fire in your soul that sets mine ablaze as well, stoking it higher. Burning can be painful, but it’s nature’s way of removing the dead things so life can flourish.”
I hardly notice the way he runs his thumb back and forth across my knuckles or how the lights reflect off the golden emblem on the box. Like a photograph that’s been taken with a large aperture, blurring everything in the background and creating a shallow focus, Rafael’s the only thing I see. Not only that but in great detail.
