Page 25 of The Devil’s Feather

Rafael pressed his tongue experimentally against the crotch of my underwear. A bolt of ecstatic lightning shot through me. He made a pleased sound and sucked my clit through the already-saturated cloth. My sensitive flesh pulsed, sending streamers of holy fire arcing up my spine. I moaned and bucked beneath him. He clamped me down on the bed with one firm hand on my hip. I snagged his hair, tangling my fists in his glorious curls.

“You are so close I can see your heartbeat through your panties.” He sounded extremely pleased with himself. So near to my quivering cunt, his resonant bass sent new waves of sensation rippling through me.

“God, I can’t. Please. I need—” I needed a hard reset. That cliff was rushing up fast.

He pushed my soaked underwear to the side and inhaled deeply. “You are exquisite.”

Tenderly, he slid the very tip of his tongue along my bared lips, outlining every ridge and valley. Helpless, I whimpered and trembled and prayed for release. With unfathomable cruelty, he flicked that tongue ever-so-lightly at my desperate cunt.

Shameless, I begged. “Tongue-fuck me. Put your fingers in me. Use a goddamn cucumber or fist me if you have to. Please give me something. I am losing my fucking mind.”

Rafael laughed into me. The vibrations sent me over the edge. I cried out, and he thrust his tongue deep into my cunt. His mouth made a seal as he sucked hard on my clit, tonguing me in time to my desperate wails. A sustained bass growl added a buzzing new dimension to the intensity.

Holy fucking hell, he had a long tongue too. He paused right as I teetered on the brink. I whined, pushing at the back of his head, trying to force his face back down.

“Look at me,” Rafael commanded. “Maintain constant eye contact while you come, or I will punish you.”

Panting, I locked eyes with him. The corners of his eyes crinkled with wicked glee. Merciless, he sucked and licked and rumbled into my cunt. I sat upright, howling my climax, clinging to his hair for dear life. Each time I accidentally closed my eyes for longer than a blink, he withdrew, prolonging my delicious torture. Rise and fall, rise and fall, never letting me recover fully between one orgasm and the next.

“H-help,” I whimpered. “I can’t⁠—”

“Help, help,” Rafael mocked. “That is not the word I gave you.”

He dove in again, sucking, licking, tongue-fucking me until my back arched off the bed. Until I finally collapsed into a twitching, panting mess.

“Stop!” I gasped out. “Stop. Fucking goddamn fuck, I feel like I’m dying in the best way.”

Rafael sat up, wiping the juices off his nose and chin and sucking his fingers clean in a show of eroticism. My poor clit throbbed. Damn, I could come for this man all night. Just ride his face into the sunset.

1 “Dangerous” by Sleep Token

2 “Disassociate” by Jutes

7

HURT MYSELF

Rafael stretched out beside me. “Thank you, beautiful. Your pleasure, your submission, is a gift.”

I blew out a breath that puffed my cheeks. “What can I do for you? I’m a little shaky after all that, but I’ll try.”

He kissed my brow. “No need. I have what I wanted for tonight, and I suspect you are too tired to give me a proper thrashing. Edging only makes it sweeter.”

Right, he’d mentioned his desire to receive pain.

“I’ve never been part of the community, but I’m familiar with kink.” I plucked at a loose red curl, looping it around my finger. “A little light spanking was enough to put my last boyfriend over the edge. He wanted to call me Mommy and have me baby talk to him. Which I did not love, but I played along because I didn’t want to make him feel bad.” God, I’d love to introduce David to Rafael. Just to watch the little worm piss his pants in fear, if nothing else.

“No baby talk. I want you to be vicious.” Rafael laughed low in his chest. “Forget your cute little thuddy floggers. If it does not bruise or draw blood, save it.”

“Oh, you’re a for-real pain pig.”

Apart from David, my only other kink experience was with Jerome Johnson, a self-styled pleasure dom who’d thought that meant ‘pleasure himself with every girl in a thirty-minute drive radius’, not ‘make me come until I passed out’ like Rafael just did. Jerome was also a lead singer in a cover band, and the reason I’d started saying musicians were a red flag. We’d broken up within three months.

Fuck, I was really in trouble.

“I prefer ‘pain slut’ and I recognize that evil sparkle in your eye. You want to discover if you can break me.” Rafael’s lecherous, knowing smile stole my breath. Forget a trickster god and feathers. This man might actually be the Devil himself. “You are certainly welcome to try, but not tonight. You will need to be rested for that. I want you to stay over, but I am a poor bedmate, so it is your call. When I sleep, it is often fitful.” He grimaced. “I sometimes have night terrors.”

I traced the sharp line of his cheek down his jaw, skipped his neck, and continued across his clavicle and down the center of his sculpted chest. No self-harm scars marked him anywhere other than his arms that I could see. I walked my fingers across the lattice on his shoulder.