“We’re using the bed,” he says.
I purse my lips in a pout. “You’re lame.”
The brightness in his gaze increases and he laughs softly. “You won’t think so here shortly.”
Then his hands are everywhere.
He grips the hem of my nightie and pulls it up and over my head, leaving me in my undergarments, but those follow the scrap of silk shortly after to end up on the bathroom floor. He turns off the shower and exits with me in tow. After making quick work of drying us both off, he points to the bed.
“Go lie down on your back.”
I walk over and then make a show of crawling onto the mattress, making sure my ass is in the air and my legs are spread enough for him to see that part of me he wants so badly. The part I want him to take control of. I turn to look at him over my shoulder and wink at him, just like he’s always doing to me.
He charges and I scramble along the duvet until Rafael grabs my ankles and drags me toward him at the foot of the bed. Then he takes my hips and yanks them back until I slam into him. I prop myself up on my hands, while he secures me in this position, leaning over me and taking hold of my neck with one hand and snaking the other across my lower belly.
“I see you fucking with me,viziata.” His voice, along with his breath skimming my ear, sends shivers along my body. “I knew you’d be a brat from the moment you downed that Cognac and I couldn’t wait to discipline you until I was the only person in the world that you wanted to please. Tonight you’re giving me your submission and I’m taking your will and making it mine.”
He cups me between my spread thighs and thrums his fingers along my slit and my entrance. The rapid, repetitive motion, combined with the pressure on my throat, sets me ablaze. I let my head drop and my eyes close so I can shut off my sense of sight, to heighten touch.
And touch me he does.
I open my legs more in order to lower my hips, so I can grind down on his hand. This ache, this need to be filled is driving me crazy. I’ve felt what it’s like to have his fingers inside me, but that’s not good enough, not this time.
“I want you inside me,” I pant, struggling to breathe from the way he’s stroking my clit. “I can’t wait anymore.”
He circles my entrance and I swivel my hips, trying to coax him inside, earning a swat to my ass. “Only good girls get fucked, remember?” he asks.
“Yes.”
He squeezes my throat and very quickly my lungs burn with the needs for air. “Are you going to listen?”
There’s no way I can possibly respond, not with him applying more pressure to my clit with every circular motion of his finger. But then he rolls the tiny flesh between his thumb and index finger and my gasp provides the oxygen I need to finally answer. “Yes.”
“We’ll see,” he says, nibbling on the shell of my ear. I’m so close to coming that the next time he speaks, his deep voice brushing my skin, along with the feel of his cock pulsing against my ass, I’ll be gone.
“Give it to me, Carina.”
He releases my throat just in time for me to inhale deep and project that on a scream as my orgasm rips through me. Pleasure assaults me all over, heightened in the places Rafael continues to stroke and manipulate with his expert touch. I come until the tremors of release are so strong that my legs no longer support me. He cups my sex to keep my hips in place, but my arms give out too and I rest my cheek on the plush duvet. Tears due to overwhelm fill my eyes when he thrusts his fingers into my sex and plucks at my clit. And with every pull on my tiny flesh, I moan his name.
“That’s right,” he rasps in my ear. “I’m the one who’s going to take your cunt and make it mine by fucking it over and over.”
My cries are muffled by the material cushioning my face. I come, my sex clenching like a greedy whore wanting to be filled and stretched. If this feels so fucking good, then what’ll it be like to have his cock replace his fingers? My body knows. That’s why it convulses with electrifying pleasure and vibrates with ecstasy.
Rafael stops working me with his hands and I groan in protest and relief. I want more. I want it all. I want everything this gorgeous man can give me, and it’s going to be more than I can handle, but I don’t care. This is my time with him and I won’t let it go to waste.
After placing a trail of kisses down my spine, he bites each of my ass cheeks and I flinch. It doesn’t hurt all that much and I’m too exhausted to summon the energy needed to move away. He solves this problem for me by gripping my hips and flipping me onto my back. I stare up at the ceiling in a daze until his voice snags my attention.
“Stay on your back and grab your ankles.”
“I…I can’t.”
A swat to my breast has me jackknifing on the bed. “What the—” I jerk up my head to find Rafael standing between my legs with his arms crossed and his gaze bright with excitement.
“Grab your ankles. Now.”
I struggle to lift my legs and my arms tremble once I’m holding my ankles. With my knees pressed to my chest, my thighs splayed open, and my sex in full view, I’ve never felt so exposed. And Rafael stares down at me as though he wants to consume me whole.
“The things I want to fucking do to you…” He adjusts his cock and briefly closes his eyes, reigning in whatever impulse is trying to overcome him.
