I nod, ripping at his clothing as if I can somehow free him of his layers, even as I press against them. He chuckles, gripping my wrists in his hand and pushing my feet back toward the ground.
“What’re you—” I snarl, but he shakes his head, eyes flashing, and I bite my tongue.
“Take your clothes off but don’t move.”
My mouth flops open. “Out here?” I look around, the bite in the air becoming hard to ignore. He nods, not offering me a word of explanation. Rafael then backs up toward the tail of the truck, his eyes never wavering.
I do as he says, quickly undressing until I’m bare beyond the thick layer of goosebumps covering my body. My tits quiver in the chill, and I dance on the balls of my feet to keep from freezing solid.
Rafael returns, a thin orange string wrapped around his fist. “Is that baling twine?” I ask incredulously.
“Look at you. You’re learning all the ranching things, V. If I wasn’t so needy to fuck you, I’d praise you.”
My eyes flutter shut, and I rub my thighs together, desperate no longer an adequate way to describe how badly I need him. Rafael tugs on the hoop through my nipple, and I cry out, looking down toward the pain.
Not tug, but—“What’re you doing?” I look at him, renewed fear pumping through my veins. It’s almost too much, the exhilaration threatening to make my heart explode.
Rafael threads the orange twine through the other hoop before finally meeting my gaze. “You want to torture me with these, little rabbit? You want me to know pain and desperation?”
I swallow but don’t answer. He knows me well enough; I can’t lie.Not even now.
He tugs lightly on the twine, and I cry out again, my eyes widening as I realize his intentions. “Please. I don’t know if I can handle it.”
He kisses the corner of my mouth, just a single peck, and then he grips my shoulder. “Maybe not. ButIknow you can, and I’m going to show you just how strong you really are.”
Rafael twists me, facing me away once more, my naked body pressed against the truck, the twine under my arm. I hear his zipper, imagining him pulling out his cock and stroking it as he lines it up with my entrance. And then, he tugs, reminding me all over again of who’s really in charge.
“Oh God!” I scream, the pain intense, zipping downward toward my already drenched, pulsing core.
“That’s it. Scream for me.”
The tip of his cock presses against the crease of my ass, drawing lazy lines through my wet folds until he’s coated. I’m aquivering, blubbering mess, unable to think past the pleasure at my waist and the pain in my chest.
I’m completely lost to the sensations, no longer mind or body, just soul, and all of it belonging to Rafael.
“Please,” I plead.
He tugs on the twine, pulling the hoops. I scream. “Be more specific, Little Rabbit,” he warns in my ear, and I try to form words. It’s a nearly impossible task, my body pulsing with blood everywhere except my fog-filled brain.
Finally, I croak, “Fuck me, torture me. Both. At the same time.”
He groans, lightly biting the flesh at the juncture between my shoulder and neck. “Here?” Hetap, tapshis cock against the entrance of my pussy. “Or here?” He glides his swollen tip toward the puckered hole of my ass. I grip the truck mirror, want and fear like I’ve never known ripping through me.
I shiver and whisper, “My ass, Rafael. I’ve never—in all the years, I’ve never...” I choke on the words, realizing it’s the one thing I’d unknowingly saved for myself. I relinquish my last shred of flesh—the piece I kept hidden—to this man I’ve fallen hopeless and completely in love with like it means nothing. Not because it doesn’t, but because I’d give him anything without so much as a second thought. “I want you to take me in the ass, Rafael. I want you to be the one and only man I feel there—ever.”
His chest rumbles at my back, a purely primal sound, and he tugs again at the string through my nipple rings, causing me to scream. He licks from my shoulder to my lips, branding a path up my body.
Rafael glides his cock through my folds again, coating himself and then my asshole with cum. He lines himself up with my ass, pressing just the tip in, and I freeze, my body involuntarily tightening.
He bites my earlobe and pulls on the twine in the same delicious moment. “Focus here—” He tugs again, this time harder, and I begin panting, a thick sheen of sweat covering my skin. “Focus on the pain, and remember how strong you really are, V. Strong, beautiful, and mine.”
“Yours,” I cry, and then he pushes farther, rocking and rolling his hips, stretching my ass in a way I didn’t even know was possible. It stings at first, the feeling of being impossibly full borderline too much to handle. But then he yanks on my nipples, and I refocus on the sting and reverence of his touch—how he has my body and soul in his hand, and I trust him to bring me only pleasure.
“More,” I beg, rocking back into him, pushing his dick farther inside me.
He hisses, “Baby, I can’t be gentle when you do things like that.” It’s a slip in his mask—calling me baby when he’s trying to play the outlaw. It’s what I love about Rafael—even at his darkest, he’s incapable of being anything but a loving, tender, gentle man. He’s not afraid of what I might think, only that he might hurt me.
I bounce back onto him farther, screaming as I feel him push to the hilt, my ass swallowing his offering, molding and rearranging for him as if he belonged there all along.
