Page 102 of The Devil’s Feather

We stayed locked in that kiss, hands gliding over each other’s bodies. I skimmed my palms feather-light over his skin, concentrating my will to heal him into my fingertips. The bruising and contusions hurt my heart, even if he feigned indifference to them.

I brushed my lips against a particularly gruesome starburst of impact trauma. “Before we do anything, please tell me you won’t ever ask me to damage you like this. I think that would be my cue to safeword, even if you’re the one chained up. I know you said you’d hire a pro if I couldn’t do it, but still…”

Rafael pressed a finger to my lips. “I was flippant about that, and I should not have been. You are all I need. I will never ask you to traumatize yourself to chase away my demons. Doms can and do safeword.” He stroked my face. “If it makes you feel better, those fucks have beaten the urge to fight in matches out of me for a long time. I am fortunate not to be pissing blood.”

I gasped and grabbed his uninjured hand.

He winced. “When you came in, that was all bravado. I feel like hammered shit. I was a young man the last time I took a coordinated group stomping like that, but I am determined to use this pain.” A dark laugh rumbled in his chest. “Poetic justice that my evil fucking ex may have given me the edge to overcome what decades of other interventions could not.”

“Whew, ok I told myself no more crying,” I wiped at the sting in my eyes.

Rafael curled around me, wrapping me in arms and legs and heat and muscle. He nipped at my lower lip, and I sucked his tongue into my mouth. Our hearts thudded against each other, matching rhythm.

He pushed me onto my back, licking my nipples with slow, broad strokes until I whimpered. “I have fantasized about this,” he said, sucking and nibbling. “Slowly shoving my cock into that sweet cunt. Filling you, stretching you to your limits. Feeling you spasm around me. Finally, finally coming inside you. To see you spent in the aftermath, pussy gaping and leaking cum.”

Jesus fucking Christ. I shuddered under his mouth with strangling need.

Ruthless, he continued, “To lick it out of your raw, reddened cunt, make you suck it off my tongue, and fuck you again until you scream.”

“I need you so fucking bad.” My cunt ached, and I squirmed at the dampness seeping into the sheets beneath me. “Guide me. Tell me exactly what you want and how you want it.”

Rafael slid down my body and pushed my thighs apart, running his tongue over the laddered scars and down between my legs to kiss my clit. It pulsed so hard my ears rang. I’d never had a man full on make out with my clit the way he did.

Just as I hovered on the precipice of climax, he drew away. I whined and reached for him. He rolled onto his back and pulled me over him.

Taking my grasping hand, he kissed my palm and pushed it down to his rising cock. “Light touch. Stroke me.”

I rested my cheek on his chest and ran my fingers lightly up and down the hard, silky shaft, plotting the sacred geometry of the gentle curve toward his flat belly. His cock bucked up into my hand as his breath quickened, encouraging me. A bead formed at the tip.

“How does this feel?” I trailed my fingertips over and around the head of his cock.

“Mm, yes, grab me.” His chest heaved. “This is good. I may need more pain to stay lucid, but I will warn you.”

I licked my palms and kept my grip light, gliding over his cock. Admonishing myself not to ask for more, but to let him lead. No matter how much I desperately wanted to lick away the precum slowly sliding down his tip. His breath quickened, growing louder.

“Sit on me,” he panted. “Just sit, no movement or insertion yet.”

Favoring my sore knee, I followed his command and straddled his hips. The heat of his cock against my wet cunt, the hard length of it between my legs… So close! I fought to retain control of my impulses. Damn him for priming me so well. I gripped my breasts, thumbing my nipples.

Rafael hummed approval. “You are so hot.”

Never in my life had I believed that about myself, but when he said it in that low, sensual purr, I had no choice but to accept his words as absolute truth. I arched my back, jutting my chest out.

His hands crept under my thighs. “Keep playing with yourself while I move you.” Slowly, slowly, he slid me forward and backward over his cock. The ridge rubbed over my clit as it passed, spreading my lips wide. My vision blurred as the pressure built.

“Wait, wait,” I pleaded, delirious. “Not yet. I want to come with you inside me.”

“Perfect. There you are.” Rafael stilled, angling me so the tip of his cock pressed into my vulva. “Maintain eye contact while I fuck you. If I drift, slap me.”

Breathless, I nodded. He pressed two fingers to his lips and transferred them to mine. I took them in my mouth and sucked until he pulled them free. Seizing my hips, he held me perfectly still.

That massive cock pushed into me. Slow and hesitant at first, intense concentration creased Rafael’s brow and brightened his eyes. I spread for him. And spread. And spread until my cunt ached. I whimpered. God, how could I possibly take him all? His girth alone put my dragon dildo to shame.

“Fuck, you’re so big!” I gasped.

Just as I tensed on the edge of pain, he pulled out. Keeping his eyes on mine, Rafael reached for the nightstand. He pulled open the drawer and snagged a bottle of lube. Warming it in his hands, he lathed my vulva with it, working it inside.

He ran a slick hand up and down my thigh. “Better? I do not want to hurt you again.”