by Gemma James
He could see me, but as long as I kept my eyes straight ahead, I could block him out. And I did as Rafe settled in front of me, taking the stance that was as familiar as my own face in the mirror.
Back straight, jaw determined, his feet planted shoulder-width apart on the concrete.
He pulled his T-shirt off and tossed it on the floor. “Raise your arms.”
I did as told, and he fit the shackles around my wrists, locking them with ominous clicks that echoed through the space. These weren’t flimsy leather from which I could potentially squirm free.
This shit was real—cold, hard metal keeping me right where he wanted me. I was as helpless as Zach, standing several feet away, watching the dynamic between Rafe and me unfold.
And yet I felt empowered just the same.
“Remember what I told you,” he murmured, palms framing my cheeks. “It’s just you and me.” He pulled a blindfold from his pocket and took my sight.
My breathing escalated, and I licked my dry lips as my nipples hardened. He caressed the sensitive buds, and I pressed my thighs together to alleviate the steady throb at my center.
Until he increased the pinch, refusing to let up even after I gasped a plea.
“Ow!”
“Remember the promise you made, babe.”
If it becomes too much, say so.
Voicing my pain wasn’t the same as telling him to stop, and he wouldn’t under normal circumstances. On a normal day, I could cry “stop” all day long, but he’d still keep my nipples in the vise of his fingers. Today wasn’t a normal day, and he wanted me to know it.
“Alex, tell me you remember.” His fingers tightened, eliciting a flinch.
“I remember!” I said with a breathless cry.
This was a test, a way he could gauge how far he could push before I crumbled. And despite his reluctance in putting on this show for Zach, I knew there was a part of him that would consider it a fail on his part if I put on the brakes.
He let go of my nipples, and the air stirred as he settled behind me. His foot slid between mine, urging my legs further apart, and his mouth opened over my neck as he thrust two fingers inside me.
With a moan, I shot to my toes. Zach made some noise—some indiscernible sound that didn’t matter because he no longer mattered. Nothing else mattered as long as Rafe surrounded me with his consuming fire.
With his strength and love and addictive madness. His touch that ignited an inferno no fire distinguisher could put out.
He increased the pace of his plundering touch, and I shifted, needing more. “Please, Rafe.”
“Shhh.” Removing his fingers, he shoved them between my lips. “I decide when you come.”
Biting down on his digits, tasting a hint of myself on my tongue, I groaned.
He moved away, and I detected the sound of his steps on the floor. After the telltale sloshing of water reached my ears, he returned and knelt behind me, one hand palming my ass cheek.
“What the hell are you doing to her?” Zach’s voice made me jump, as I’d gotten lost inside the bubble Rafe and I had created.
I sensed Rafe tensing, his fingers digging into my flesh. “If you say another goddamn word while she’s down here with me, I’ll shock the shit out of you.” Rafe issued the threat with such ferocity that Zach would be stupid to test him.
He must have heard the threat as clearly as I had, because he shut up after that.
Rafe slid his fingers down my ass crack, spreading my cheeks, and I felt the first touch of cool ginger at my backdoor. Equal amounts of fear and anticipation flooded my pussy, and I didn’t know whether to beg him to stop, or beg him to keep going.
This didn’t feel like a punishment.
This was something else. Something new and exciting and so…hot.
He teased me with the ginger plug for a while, pushing it in just enough to induce a burning sensation that wouldn’t compare to what came next. I tensed at the thought, already changing my mind about letting him do this.
What had I been thinking?
It hadn’t been that long ago that he’d used the evil stuff on me at the safe house. I remembered in painful detail how he’d rammed me from behind as my ass burned. God, how it had scorched. And yet…part of me had still been turned on, my body strung tight with the need to orgasm.
An orgasm he hadn’t allowed. Perhaps, that had been the true punishment.
He broke my bitter reverie by inching the plug in a bit more, preparing to slide home, and I let out a whimper.
“Rafe…wait.” That word felt foreign on my tongue. Somehow wrong. Rafe didn’t wait—he played my body to his own dark and sadistic tune.
A tune my body couldn’t help but dance to.
I wanted to take back that moment of weakness, swallow the word and the implied distrust in it. But his fingers halted at my backside.
Across the cellar, Zach shuffled irritated feet, an unwilling voyeur at this depraved show. I swallowed my fear and relaxed my muscles, mentally preparing for the excruciating burn I knew would come.
I couldn’t fathom allowing this to continue.
I couldn’t find the words to stop it. When it came to Rafe, I didn’t know how not to bend.
“Go ahead,” I choked out, biting my lip.
With a quick and confident thrust of his hand, he lodged the ginger in my ass. I clenched my teeth, waiting for the fire.
Waiting…waiting…waiting…
“Oh God!”
He returned to my front and kneeled at my feet. My head spun as he spread me open to his hungry, greedy mouth, and my cry of pain turned to a moan. He flicked his tongue against my clit in a way he knew would shove me right to the edge. I fisted my hands in the shackles and moaned his name, pushing my pelvis into his face and silently begging for more.
He grabbed my ass, fingers digging into my flesh, bringing the burn to the forefront of my mind again—a reminder that with the pleasure came the pain, because that’s what he lived for.
I unwittingly clenched my muscles, and the ginger amped in intensity, bringing about a keening cry. “Rafe, it hurts!”
His answering growl vibrated against my pussy, and I realized I was in deep shit. Now that I’d given the go-ahead, there was no turning back. My submission was Rafe’s elixir, and he’d fallen into his beautiful obsidian zone, feeding off my pain as much as his mouth fed off the over-sensitized flesh between my thighs.
“Please,” I begged in a hoarse whisper, struggling to tolerate the fire in my ass. Struggling not to come.
He unlocked my wrists from the shackles. “Get on your knees,” he said, voice a rugged gruff in my ear. I dropped to them, more eager than was logical, and clasped my hands behind my back. A warm palm slid along my cheek, taking the blindfold with it, and the heat in his eyes matched the burn in my rectum. He unbuttoned his jeans and yanked down the zipper, telling me without words what he wanted.
As Rafe’s cock sprang free, Zach expressed an outraged growl. But he didn’t say a word, and neither did my husband as he pushed into my mouth like he belonged there.
Because he did.
Slipping his fingers into my hair, he clutched my locks and controlled the angle of my throat, opening it up so he could claim it. I expected him to ram his way home, but as his hot and solid flesh slipped between my lips, taking shallow thrusts, I realized he was in one of his moods.
The kind of mood that would prolong this for the both of us.
“Never seen a more beautiful sight. Clench your ass for me, babe.”
I blinked, and he withdrew long enough to dick-slap a warning into me, making me clench with a pained whine. He pushed in again and hit my tonsils.
“Jesus, Alex.”
Another drive of his cock made me gag. His inner monster had come out to play, and I reveled in the way he watched me. The way I sensed Zach watching both of us, with hatred and agony searing his black soul. I seized the power in this moment, wrapped myself in the adrenaline from it, because Zach was as
helpless as I’d been for years.
Something powerful passed between Rafe and me. We were in sync, two halves of a whole, united against Zach and anyone else who would dare challenge us. We were one, and it was so much more than a ring on my finger, or a piece of paper that gave me his last name.
It felt a lot like destiny.
Rafe increased the pace with a shudder, and he couldn’t help but lose his shit when he fucked my mouth life this. Closing his eyes, he tilted his head back, lips flattening against his teeth as he groaned.
My pussy throbbed with warmth, and I whimpered around him, pleading for relief. I was pretty damn sure he needed it too, but he held back, abruptly pulling away as his chest heaved. Before I regained my bearings, he lifted me and impaled me on his cock.
Wrapping my legs around him, I cried out his name.
And I couldn’t help it.
I fucking came without permission.
“I’m sorry,” I said, still clinging to him as I crashed from the high.
“It’s okay. You’ll make up for it with the other piece of ginger.” Inching back, he searched my face. “Besides, we’ve got a baby to make, so we’re gonna be down here for a while.”
Epilogue
Rafe
Three months later…
White fluff trickled onto the skylights in the bedroom. I watched the flakes come down through bleary eyes, not yet fully awake as Alex gripped my thighs. Her lips closed over the tip of my cock, and I stopped seeing the snow fall.
Fuck a white Christmas.
This was the true gift—waking up like this to her going down on me. She moaned, making me grit my teeth at the teasing vibration, and flicked her tongue over the slit.
“If you keep that up, I’m gonna fuck your backdoor.”
She raised her head, letting me slip from her mouth, and my pissed-off dick twitched in the direction of those damp lips. “Will you let me come?”
“Maybe,” I said, shooting her a devious grin. “Maybe not. Keep teasing and find out.”
“Well, since it is Christmas…” She gathered her hair back from her face as she worked my cock deep into her mouth, though not fucking deep enough.
“Jesus Christ, Alex.” I batted her hand away from her hair, taking over the task of controlling those luscious locks. “Use your hands.” I shouldn’t have to instruct her, which told me she was still holding back.
Her fingernails scraped up the underside as her mouth returned to the head.
Scrape, suck. Lick. Nip.
“You’re begging for an ass-fucking, aren’t you?”
Her eyes darted up to meet mine, and I swore I found a challenge there.
“I’m gonna take that as a yes.”
She raised her brows the slightest bit, and before I could take my next breath, much less thrust into her throat, she hopped off the end of the mattress and ran for the bedroom door. With a quiet laugh, I slipped from the sheets, fingers on the key around my neck, considering all the deviant things I could withdraw from the drawers across the room. All the creative ways I could make her bend.
But it was Christmas, and I was too anxious to get inside her ass, so the most I grabbed was the lube from the nightstand.
Either way, she wouldn’t get far.
I made my way downstairs, feet heavy on the steps. It was the only warning she’d get. As I came to a stop at the bottom of the staircase, I peeled my ears for a hint of her hiding spot.
Shallow breathing to my left, coming from the dining room. Jesus, she was excited, and probably wet between the thighs from the chase. Light on my feet, I turned the corner, and there she was on the other side of the oval table, naked, just the way I liked her first thing in the morning.
“The longer you run, the rougher I’ll be.” I stepped to the right, about to round the edge of the table.
A smile twitched at her lips. “I know.” She tried sneaking two steps to the left.
I lunged for her.
She took off, bare feet skidding across the hardwood as she hurtled into the living room. I followed in quick pursuit, about to grab her by the hair when Jax’s wedding gift caught my eye. The white paddle hung on the wall next to the fireplace.
A white paddle for a white Christmas.
I snatched it from the wall then gripped a fistful of her hair as she tried making her escape once again. “Merry Christmas, baby. Got a present for you.”
“Yeah? What a coincidence. I’ve got one for you too.”
“Mine’s gonna hurt.” I hauled her to the couch and bent her over the arm. She pushed against the cushions, still fighting me, and I forced her hands to her back, wrists caught in my much larger fist.
Breathing hard, she twisted her head and stared at me through her curls. “I like it when it hurts.”
Bull, meet red flag.
I blasted the paddle across her ass, much harder than I’d planned until she’d thrown down the gauntlet. Her mouth opened wide, dispensing a soundless scream. Before she recovered, I whacked her again, right on top of the little round welts forming on her skin, courtesy of the holes in Jax’s wedding gift.
Now her agony echoed off the walls.
“Holy fuck, Rafe!”
I unleashed three more strikes, just as equally painful as the first two before setting the paddle on the couch in front of her face. I’d been as brutal today as during any punishment, but that particular paddle was never used to correct her behavior.
It was strictly for play.
Allowing her a couple of minutes to come down from the endorphin high, I massaged her stinging ass, eager to get inside it.
“How does it feel?” I asked.
“You know how it feels.” She sounded dazed. Fuck, she sounded turned on.
“You’re about to feel more.” I grabbed the lube from my pajama pants before pushing them down my thighs, kicking the soft cotton free. I rolled her to her back, lifted her legs, and wound them around my neck.
“What are you doing?” she asked, eyes going wide.
“Making sure you feel every inch of me in that tight hole.” I picked her up and stumbled away from the couch. Three steps in retreat gave me the room I needed, and I sat on my haunches with my knees apart, impaling her ass onto my lubed cock.
Gouging my shoulders, she let out a sharp cry at the initial intrusion.
“Damn, sweetheart.” I rammed her hard, each pummel a driving force she couldn’t escape. Especially from this angle, with my arms an immovable band around her back, forcing her into the thrusts as her calves pressed against my ears.
Knees bracing against the floor for leverage, I arched into the position, driving deeper as her skin grew slick with sweat against my thighs. Each violent thrust dragged shrieking cries from her throat. Anal with Alex always came down to push and pull. She fought me, tightened against the girth of my cock, pushed back with each grunt and cry.
And that only made me crave it above all else, because she eventually gave in so beautifully, body a writhing and sweaty mess, head lost in deep subspace, and I was a goner.
“Fuck, it hurts,” she groaned, instinctively bearing down to dislodge my cock. “It’s too much.” Tears trailed down her cheeks, and I kissed them away, letting the salt dissolve on my tongue.
“Shouldn’t have teased my cock. Now it wants to come in your ass.”
“Please, Rafe.”
“You can take it.”
She squirmed some more, but she didn’t utter the forbidden word.
Rule number three.
No didn’t exist in her vocabulary, though she’d definitely tested that rule enough times in the past.
She didn’t now. She accepted the pain. Accepted her own surrender to it.
I accepted that I’d never get enough of her.
“I’m so in love with you,” I said, tone a rugged vow that told her just how whipped I was.
“You’re in love”—she gasped as I rammed harder—“with my ass.”
“That too.”
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sp; “Let me come.” Her watery eyes pleaded with me.
“I haven’t decided yet.”
She wasn’t in trouble, so she knew she’d get there eventually. It was the eventually part that had her worked up, had her ass opening for me, desperate to find the pleasure.
Had her mouth parting in something other than pain.
Holy hell, she wanted it.
I wanted to give it.
Planting a hand on the floor, I leaned forward and laid her out, raising her hips at the right angle as I pushed into her ass again. I reached between us and rubbed her clit just right, pumping away to my own climax as she climbed to hers. The rush of releasing blood hit us at the same time. Afterward, I collapsed on the floor next to her, drenched in sweat despite the chill of winter.
“That was…” Alex trailed off, still catching her breath.
“So spectacular you want to do it again?” I rolled to my side and pressed my mouth to hers.
“I need to recover,” she said, pushing against my chest.
I laughed. “Isn’t that my job?”
“Your job is to stay there.” She rose to her feet, and I sat up, back against the couch, and followed her movement across the room to the wall of windows.
An eight-foot Christmas tree stood there, alight with multicolored lights and too many bulbs to count. Getting that sucker onto the island had been a lesson in determination, but the day Alex spotted it, and her eyes lit up with happiness, I knew it’d been worth the effort.
She bent to retrieve a small oblong box before returning to the couch, and I arched a brow as she settled next to me on the floor.
“I don’t recognize that one,” I said.
“That’s because I wrapped it last night while you were in the cellar.”
Zach got three meals a day, the same thing day in and day out; oatmeal for breakfast, a PB&J sandwich for lunch, and a can of ravioli for dinner. It wasn’t the most tasteful or healthy diet, but it kept him alive.
For now.
I fucked my wife down there at least twice a week, and during Alex’s ovulation periods, those sessions were extra special. Each time I took her in front of him, making it no secret that we aimed to conceived, it dug under his skin a little more.