Page 16 of Freak
The illusion of control I had over Rafael was soon displaced by how fast he lifted me into his merciless arms. The chain unraveled from his neck, collapsing onto the floor with a loud clank, as he shoved me against the table, rooting his cock deep inside of me.
I buckled over his shoulder, my nails digging into his back as I was stretched wider than I had ever been before.
“Fuck!” I moaned, unprepared for how his thumb met my neck, how he pressed into my throat with delicate intention. The harder he fucked me, the harder he constricted my air, causing stars to build into my eyes, and my ass to grow numb from the punishing beat of his full balls.
“I won’t come until you do… you’ll always come first.” He begged, encouraging my pace, his ability to hold onto his orgasm as weak as mine.
My heels slipped off my feet as the table below us rocked, my body buzzed into a numbing tingle that shattered from my chest and down to my legs.
“Oh fuck… I’m going to co—” I couldn't even finish my sentence, as Rafael sucked on the metal piercing on my tit, twisting it with his tongue, causing me to erupt into the hottest orgasm I ever felt.
I screamed while he moaned into my chest, his hot ejaculate flooding with my own, basting deep into my cervix with each long shot of semen. Each of his contractions spilled into me, pulsing over five different shots that drained the entirety of his balls against my ass.
Christ. I fucking whimpered, tears building at the edge of my eyes from how hard I shut my lids, taking the life-saving breath that I was allowed, now that he freed his hand from my neck.
As foolish as I felt, I couldn’t help but spill out the three life changing words that I fought so hard to keep in.
“I love you…” I whispered softly, holding him inside me, wrapping my legs around his ass as I hugged him. I didn’t want to let go.
“I love you too, Summer.” He kissed me, boring his head into mine, the shackles on his wrists freed and fallen to the floor.
I laughed, feeling unsure of what to say, but interrupted regardless as Rafael lifted my hand into his.
“And I’ll always love you… punishment and all, I’m yours for life.” He slipped the bracelet onto my wrist, freezing time as I knew it, washing me with the most blissful peace I’d felt in over a decade.
Two years later
Rafael
“I’ve got something special for you tonight,” Summer mentioned on her way to work this morning.
Summer was the wildest card I’d ever pulled, not because she was spontaneous as hell, but because the intention behind her every demand led us closer and closer to the edge of dangerously hot, submissive sex. I could be that woman’s submissive all day, every day. She was that damn good to me, and I didn’t fucking deserve her.
After that god awful reunion a couple years back—the one where my goddess forgave me for my sins—Summer ended up flying home with me. Pancakes and pussy for breakfast every day for a goddamn month had been heaven, until she had to go back to her new penthouse in New York.
I didn’t last long until I transferred from Northwestern Memorial Hospital in Chicago over to the most prestigious children’s hospital in New York, East Cardinal Children’s Medical Center. Bonus points, it was only ten minutes away from Summer’s penthouse and, conveniently, my new home.
It took a few months, but we were finally settled in our life. We were both busy as hell most of the time. Summer had been working on upgrading her current heart chips, especially after the large funding check she received thanks to her breakthroughs in cardiological technology. That kept her out most days and nights. And me? I’d been saving lives and taking things one day at a time. Being a doctor was rewarding, except for the days it wasn’t. No matter how many conversations I had in the past, letting parents know ‘we did everything we could’ never got easier.
And while most couples enjoyed their weekends together, Summer and I had Tuesday nights and Wednesday mornings all to ourselves. We’d shut reality out for those precious eighteen hours, tangled up in sheets from sixty floors above the rest of the world.
While most Tuesday nights consisted of her tying me up in bed—torturing me into an achy, hard mess—there’d been other nights, where Summer planned for us to go to some of New York’s most exclusive parties. It wasn’t the typical environment where everyone seemed like a damn prick to meet, it was much more laid back than that. And more often than not, it ended with Summer riding my face until dawn.
She had connections from all over the world; she was friendly with many Hollywood elites, and buddy-buddy with the biggest fashion icons. She loved her red bottoms and infinite collection of black dresses that she swore up and down were different from one another.
That was debatable.
One thing was for sure, she looked damn good in and out of each one.
Summer
Golden Tequila cascaded down a tower of shot glasses, the centerpiece to a crowded nightclub.
While it wasn’t my first celebrity party, it was Rafael’s. We’d drank a few shots prior to coming here, both of us buzzed by the time we settled ourselves cozily in the middle of all the dancing bodies.
Everyone panted.
Everyone kissed.
