I can feel myself reaching that precipice yet again, but before I can fall over the edge, Rafe pulls his hands and mouth away. I’m left trembling and shaking, sweat dripping down my cheeks and chest.
“W-what?” I blink at him dazedly, confused as to why he wouldn’t let me come.
His features are grave, his eyes stony.
“You want to come?” He rises to his feet and slowly begins removing his clothes.
First is his shirt, revealing a sculpted torso littered with shallow cuts. Then it’s his shorts and boxer briefs. His cock springs free, hard and veiny and already dripping in precum.
“I want you to fuck me,” I correct, whimpering at the predatorial intensity in his gaze.
He slowly climbs onto the bed and begins to crawl up my body.
“You don’t tell me what to do,” he snaps, reaching up to slap my breast.
It sways slightly, and I gasp at the sharp, biting sensation. It…hurt. I don’t understand why I become even wetter, my pussy throbbing.
Is this what he meant about pain contributing to my pleasure? Amplifying it?
“You’ll take what I give you,” he continues, slapping my other tit. “Now normally, I would make you suck my cock until you’re desperate for breath, but in this position, I’m afraid you might gag.” Despite his harsh words, his hands are unexpectedly gentle as he brushes strands of hair away from my face. “So instead, I’m going to fuck your perfect pussy, but you’re not allowed to come until I give you permission. Do you understand?”
I whimper and nod.
He slaps my tit a third time, the pale skin turning slightly red.
“I thought I told you to use your words.”
“Yes. Yes, I understand,” I cry out.
“Good girl.” He palms my tit, his touch gentling. “You’re being such a good slut for me. When I finally give you permission to come, you’re going to fucking explode around my shaft.”
My pussy throbs at the thought.
Keeping his gaze trained on me, he lines himself up with my slick folds. He meets little resistance as he slips inside, my body already wet and primed for him.
He’s thicker than Krystian but not as long, his cock stretching me in an entirely new way. My pussy reflexively flutters around him, squeezing him.
He shudders and closes his eyes briefly. “Goddammit, Thea. Stay the fuck still.”
I do as instructed, waiting until he’s finished pushing in the last few inches.
God, I feel so stuffed. So full. So…consumed.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Thea. Remember—you can’t come until I give you permission.”
He doesn’t give me the chance to respond as he pulls his hips back and then thrusts them forward, his cock dragging against me deliciously.
“Oh my god!” I scream as he fucks me roughly.
Savagely. Possessively.
His tongue traces the side of my neck, and I roll my hips instinctively, chasing him.
“Yes, Rafe! Yes!” I cry out, struggling against the restraints.
I want to touch him. I’m almost desperate. I want to know what his skin feels like under my fingers—if it’s soft or rough from all the scars. Would he like it if I dragged my nails down his spine, the way I did with Krystian?
I can feel my release fast approaching, but I bite down on my lip, refusing to come until he gives me permission. I don’t know what punishment he plans to dish out if I come before he says so, but I have a feeling I won’t like it.
