Then he walks over to the dresser to retrieve one long piece of blood-red rope. “Nylon,” he says quietly, answering my unspoken question. “It’s not good for suspension, but it’s easier on the skin for what I have in mind.”
My grip won’t last long, but watching Rafael manipulate the strands distracts me from my body's feebleness. He expertly and speedily creates loops and knots, and then covers my hand to wrap the rope around it, securing my hand to my ankle. Nervousness creeps along my body as he does the same to my other ankle, but I shove the negative feeling aside. This isn’t the first time he’s done this to me and not only is he very skilled, but I trust him to take care of me.
“You looking so fucking beautiful,” Rafael says once he’s finished. “Your hair is spread over my bed, as are your thighs, and your cunt is open and ready to be fucked.”
He grips his cock and strokes it, making me suck in a breath. I swallow to alleviate my dry throat and inhale slowly to keep my heart from escaping my ribs as he approaches me, climbing onto the bed. Instead of settling in-between my legs, he continues until his straining cock hovers just above my lips.
“Open your mouth,” he says.
I do and he guides his cock inside, giving me my first real taste of him. Inexperience, combined with curiosity, has me sucking with different levels of intensity, as well as experimenting with my tongue. Swirling and licking, until I figure out what he likes best. Once I do, he no longer stays motionless. Instead he plunges his cock deeper between my lips until the head hits the back of my throat. I struggle against the gag reflex and am rewarded with a low groan from him.
“So fucking good,” he murmurs. “Take that shit. Yes, like that. Fuck yes.”
Despite how consumed I am with pleasuring Rafael, I never let my gaze stray from his face. The closer he gets to his orgasm, the more he looks tortured. He clenches his jaw, the muscles there twitching, and his nostrils flare as he inhales sharply.
“Oh, fuck!” His hips jerk, shoving his cock further into my mouth. Then he thrusts his hips as he comes, his orgasm sliding down my throat, and tears leaking from the corners of my eyes. But that discomfort only adds to the experience of watching him unravel. He groans, the sound guttural and savage, telling me without words how much this wrecked him.
He pulls away and I gulp in lungfuls of air while he adjusts me to lie on my side, my body getting a blessed reprieve from the strain of that position. Then he stretches out beside me and I turn my head to lock eyes with him. There’s a sense of calm draped over him that’s more than because of what happened. Rafael is…content. Truly and deeply.
“What?” he asks. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
I inwardly huff because I can’t touch him like I want, to smooth the crease of worry between his brows. “I enjoy seeing you this way.”
“How is that?”
“Relaxed.”
He grins at me. “Yes, but only because my fiancée tried to suck the life out of my cock.”
“That better not be true.” I glare at him, my expression playful. “I plan on getting laid tonight.”
“Oh, you’re not getting laid. You’re getting fucked,viziata. Thoroughly and completely by me.”
I close my eyes, reveling in the way my body comes to life because of him. My lack of experience accounts for my intense physical reaction to him, but it has nothing to do with my heart. And that comes to life too whenever I’m near him.
Rafael slides off the mattress, returns me to where I’m lying on my back, and walks around the bed until he’s back to standing between my legs. There’s a hint of a smirk on his face and just as I open my mouth to question him, he sinks to his knees. I lift my head so I don’t lose sight of him and his gaze finds mine from behind my mons. The onyx of his eyes flashes with intent and then his mouth is on my clit, devouring it.
I strain against the bindings for no other reason than because I can’t control myself. My body is Rafael’s and he takes authority over it by making it perform for him. My sex weeps, my breasts feel heavy, and my clit pulses with a heart beat all its own. Every swirl of his tongue and pull of his mouth take me higher, closer to nirvana.
When I come it’s so devastating to my senses that no scream emerges from my throat. All I can do is let pleasure crash into me and wreck me like a ship among rocks. I’m battered and sinking under the waves of rapture, only to rise and crest another. This time I do cry out, my voice hoarse from overuse.
He slowly lifts his head while I lie there with my eyes closed and all my skin prickling with sensitivity. So when he crawls the length of my body and the head of his cock brushes my entrance, I’m more than aware.
“Give me your eyes,viziata.”
I gaze up and drink him in, using my mind to capture this moment in a mental photograph. I’ve been doing this all night, knowing I’ll always remember this.
He grips his cock and my sex clenches in preparation. When he positions himself and then slowly guides the first couple inches inside me, my eyes widen in amazement at the feeling. There’s no one else I’d rather be with, in this way.
“Your cunt is fucking perfect.”
He eases into me with me tied up and helpless to do anything except lie there. Once he’s deeper, Rafael slides his hand around the back of my neck and grips it tight. Then he slams his cock into me, his hold preventing my body from shifting up the mattress, but also forcing me to take all of the impact of his thrust. He fills me up completely and the walls of my sex pulse crazily at the intrusion. And then he starts to move, almost withdrawing before driving into me, again and again, each time more powerful than the last.
I dig my nails into the skin of my ankles in a futile attempt to stay grounded, yet the euphoria rushing through my veins makes it hopeless. Rafael’s face is pure determination blended with sensuality as he takes dominion over my body. The light from the moon just outside hits the angles of his cheeks and jaw perfectly, giving him an otherworldly appearance.
I’ll let this fallen angel take me to both heaven and hell, as long as he doesn’t forsake me.
Incoherent noises fall past my lips and I arch my back as my orgasm crests. With a punishing thrust and a pinch to my clit, Rafael sends me over the edge. But I take him with me. My sex squeezes him and his cock swells right before he comes and shouts my name. Hearing that takes me higher again and I convulse around him, siphoning his cum and prolonging his orgasm.
