My desperation is in every word I speak, every breath I take. I can’t think about anything except release. I’m not just his prisoner because I’m tied up. No, there’s much more to this. I’m bound to this man in ways I can’t explain and that don’t make sense. I can’t rationalize how much I loathe him, yet how I’m so desperate for his touch. There’s nothing that can articulate the way he owns my body and mind, even though those things should belong to me.
In essence, I am his.
Wholly. Completely. Totally.
“Let me give you time to come up with an answer,” he says.
After removing his hands, he walks away and my heart jumps into my throat. He can’t think to leave me this way? I lift my head and immediately search for him. The running water loosens the fear squeezing my lungs and I blow out a steady stream of air through my swollen lips. The tiny breeze I created skims the sheen of sweat covering my body, briefly cooling me.
When Rafael returns he’s fully naked, having discarded the towel. The knowing grin on his handsome face pisses me off, yet I can’t find the energy to do anything except admire how attractive he is. Given the height of my arousal, it shouldn’t increase, but watching him grip his cock and stroke himself as he saunters in my direction nearly makes me orgasm.
He shakes his head at me and lets his hand fall away. I make a sound of protest that I will never admit to. However, I’m all but crazed for him, pushed to the limits of my sexual peak.
“Do you have an answer for me?” he asks, positioning himself behind me.
“Please.”
He takes my hair and piles it on top of my head, securing it with a rubber band. Then he places his hands on my ass. “I can’t say I’m tired of you begging, but that’s not the point of the question.”
“Okay, I’ve been a bad girl.”
“Why?”
My mind, in the middle of a lust-induced fog, makes it hard for me to concentrate. And Rafael sliding his cock between my legs, rubbing my sex and my clit? Damn near impossible.
“I was wrong to leave for my apartment without telling you,” I say breathless.
“Go on.”
It takes me a long moment to form a sentence because the next thing he does is fit the length of his now wet cock between my ass cheeks. Just knowing he used the dampness from me to coat himself has me moaning from the eroticism of it.
“Um…I inconvenienced you and your men,” I mumble.
Splaying one hand on my belly, he bends slightly and then drives his hips upward, using the space between my cheeks for friction against his cock. His lips trail along the back of my neck and then he thrusts again. Something about Rafael using my body to get off wrecks me, weakens me. When he groans in my ear, I sigh from the carnality of it.
“That’s true,” he says, his voice rough, “but if you don’t get the answer right, I’m going to fuck your ass the way I’ve thought about since you stepped inside my house. And if you saypleaseagain, I’m going to assume that’s what you’re begging for.”
“I…I was in danger and…”
The gyration of his hips stops the breath in my lungs and causes the blood in my veins to ignite, to become liquid fire. I arch my back, wanting to be closer. A female Icarus ready to be set aflame and burn, despite how detrimental it’ll be.
“You could’ve been killed,” he grits out, the sound made up of both pleasure and anger. Leaving his hand on my stomach, he snakes the other one around and up until it’s gripping the front of my neck. He doesn’t stop moving and I dig my toes into the plush carpet to help anchor myself. “Do you know what that would’ve fucking done to me? If you had died?”
His hand on my throat tightens and I can only mouth my apology, no longer having enough oxygen to produce sound. The intensity of his words, his fingers digging into my skin, and the sensations coursing through me gather in my core, ready to explode. But Rafael reaches euphoria before I can.
He bites down on my shoulder and I part my lips in a silent scream. His groan reverberates in my ears and travels down into my soul, while his cum warms the small of my back. He goes perfectly still and then rests his head on my shoulder blade, his breathing erratic and labored.
When he stands, I anticipate more from him. Whether that be for his pleasure or mine, I don’t care. But he shocks me by taking a step back. I can’t see him and I don’t have to in order to feel cool air replacing the missing heat of his body.
“Where are you going?” I ask, my voice hoarse and cracking.
I turn as much as I can, given the restraints, but it’s impossible to find him. Then he saunters up to me, placing himself directly in my line of sight. His body is magnificent. I rake my gaze over him greedily and unabashedly, not caring that he watches me do so. I’ve been hiding my attraction to him since I first walked into this place and I’m not holding back anymore. Rafael has barreled his way into every emotional wall I possess and pulverized them to dust. Now I’m here, standing nude and bound, with the very essence of my soul pouring from me.
It’s freeing and utterly terrifying.
He takes a bow and then smiles at me. It’s not an expression of amity or encouragement. No, it’s mocking, sardonic, and vindictive. My feelings of insecurity, already on display, intensify and my body shakes from the force of them. Rafael’s broken me, demolished me, and now he’s abandoning me.
“Thank you,viziata. I want you to remember this moment whenever you evenconsiderthe idea of disobeying me.” He folds his arms over his massive chest and the muscles in his arms flex, garnering my reluctant appreciation. “You may not be the most perfect submissive, but I’m confident that with more training, you’ll never think of rebelling again. Although, I do enjoy seeing you like this: at my mercy, beautifully broken, and marked by my teeth, hands, and cock.”
