She found out a moment later when a cold, wet finger penetrated her virgin ass. She sucked a breath of surprise, and then began to pant as it fucked in and out, going deeper with every stroke. Then, just as she was getting accustomed to having a finger in her ass, Rafe pulled it out.
But she wasn’t empty for long. Instead, a well-lubed, hard something pressed in, growing bigger with ever millimeter until it closed down again. Then she felt something pressing against the tissue around her anal opening.
“How does that feel, wildcat?” he asked just before he kissed her belly.
“Strange,” she admitted softly.
“Does it hurt?”
“No, Sir. What is it?”
“A plug. It’s a small one, to start the process of stretching your ass muscles so that, very soon, I will be able to fuck you there. I’ll change it out for a bigger one in a while,” Rafe answered, sounding pleased with something, though she wasn’t sure exactly what.
She didn’t know what to say, so she rolled her lips over her teeth to keep from saying something completely inappropriate. As Rafe kissed his way down her belly to the top of her slit, she squeezed the muscles around the plug. It felt strange, but not too bad.
Then Rafe licked his way down the valley of her slit, over the top of her clit and to her pussy. After lapping at her open pussy, he moved back up and began to flick and lick and play with her clit, winding her tighter and tighter. Bound as she was, she could only take the treatment, her breathing harsh and fast, little sounds she had never heard keeping the room from being silent.
As she grew closer, she began fighting her bonds, needing something, some little thing, more to send her over the edge she seemed to have come up against, but the ropes held her tight, and she grew even more desperate as Rafe continued playing with the little knot of nerves.
“Please, Sir. Please, I need,” she begged. Tears welled up in her eyes and overflowed, soaking the scarf that covered them.
Something in her tone must have pleased him for he lifted his head and gruffly said, “Come, subbie,” before setting his mouth directly over her inflamed, puffed up clit, and sucking it hard.
Silk screamed as her orgasm bulldozed through her like an elephant on a rampage. Her head came up and her body bowed with the convulsions that shook her despite the bonds that held her. Big hands wrapped around her hips further restrained her, keeping her from pitching herself off the table.
Rafe continued sucking, lapping, nibbling on her clit, keeping her orgasm rolling until she wondered if it would ever end. Then he eased off, allowing her to settle for a half dozen racing heartbeats before his cock slid into her pussy, fitting her perfectly. The hot, hard length filled her almost too snugly, but she attributed that to the plug in her ass. With everything immobile, she was unable to fight as he began to slide in and out, his strokes slow and powerful, keeping her arousal simmering and then building once more. His hands moved from her hips to her breasts, where he played with the mounds, teasing the nipples, stroking circles around them, over them, across them.
She knew exactly when his control fizzled away. His hands cupped over her breasts, holding her steady as his fucking grew stronger, faster, more intense. As her orgasm lit her up again, she heard him roar out and felt an added heat in her pussy as he filled a condom with his hot seed.
He continued thrusting through the orgasm even as he began loosening and pulling the ropes from her body. Her orgasm washed through her, then away, taking with it every thought, every question, every need to move in any way.
All she wanted was to curl up in a warm place with this man and drift through the star-filled heavenly place he had sent her to.
Once he had removed all her restraints, he pulled her to a seated position. She frowned and murmured a protest. She didn’t want to move, didn’t want to have to think of anything beyond breathing in and out.
“Shhhh, wildcat. I’ve got you. You’re safe and we’re just going to move somewhere more comfortable,” Rafe said as he lifted her into his arms.
Silk sighed, resting her head on his shoulder. She felt them move as he carried her somewhere, then settled her on a soft surface and covered her with a warm, fuzzy blanket. A moment later, he joined her and rearranged her so she was on her side with her head on his chest. Her arms were folded across her chest and his arm held her securely.
“Rest, sweetheart,” he murmured, brushing a kiss on her forehead.
Silk was so relaxed, so out-of-it that all she could do was take a deep breath, which she released on a sigh as she drifted deeper into the gentle world of nothingness.
* * * *
Rafe stared at the ceiling and couldn’t help the grin that refused to leave his face. His wildcat was perfect. He knew the moment her mild had flickered off and all she was thinking about was him, and what he was doing to her. Her life tension had been replaced by the tension of arousal, and now even that had been drained away. Hopefully that relaxed state would linger well into morning and beyond.
When she shifted closer with a soft sound, he tucked the blanket a little more securely around her. Laying back, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to sleep. He would need his energy, both mental and physical, to keep up with her. Especially once she realized he planned to keep her.
* * * *
Silk tried not to fidget as Rafe drove his car down the street toward her house, but it was hard. Too hard. Her mind was racing at the infinite possibilities they would encounter at her house, as well as a list of all she needed to do after taking this small hiatus from her life.
Fisting and relaxing her hands helped with the need to ping around the interior of the car, but not much. Instead, she did what she’d seen her mother do in church. She laced her fingers together and let her thumbs circle round one another. It wasn’t much help.
Her tension at arriving home nearly twenty-four hours after leaving for a date increased with every revolution of the tires. Her entire body was buzzing with nerves. Her mother was old-school and still treated Silk like she was a schoolgirl, not a woman in her mid-twenties, and since this was the first time she had on a date and stayed gone for nearly twenty-four hours, she was certain her mother would have something to say.
It had been an amazing day, though. She’d had the best night’s sleep she could ever remember until just before daybreak when Rafe dragged her out of bed. They did yoga in the living room, naked, as the sun came up over the river just outside the sliding glass doors that led to the porch. After a healthy breakfast that did not include coffee, Rafe tied her to the porch railing and worked once again to still her body and mind.
That session lasted for a few hours. It took yet another lesson just before dinner to keep her from totally falling apart at the thought of facing her mother. A long, hard spanking, which Silk knew she would probably still be feeling the next day, helped her to uncork some of her repressed feelings and have a good cry.
Rafe pulled into the driveway and parked in front of the wide stone steps that led to the front door. At least there wasn’t a cadre of police, or every male relative in the state, lining the driveway. In fact, Silk didn’t see anyone waiting, which was unusual. When she had arrived home a half-hour late from her senior prom, her mother had been sitting on the front porch.
When he parked the car, she made a move to open her door, which earned her a growl from the man sitting in the driver’s seat. Instead of pushing the door open and making a dash for the front door, she forced herself to take a deep breath and wait for Rafe. He prowled around the front of the car like a large cat, sleek, smooth, and territorial.
Her legs were bouncing by the time he finally opened the door and held out a hand to help her from the car. She took it and allowed him to pull her out of the car and directly into his body. He wrapped his hands around her wrists and maneuvered them behind her body so she was once again bound and forced to be still.
“Deep breaths,” he instructed. Together they took in a deep breath, held it for three secon
ds and then released it in a rush. By the time they had finished three, Silk was more settled, though not completely relaxed.
“You’re an adult and we’ve done nothing wrong,” Rafe assured her.
She wanted to argue, but that might lead to him putting her over the hood of his car while he spanked her, and that was the last thing she wanted her mother to see. “I love you,” she blurted out. Her announcement took her more by surprise than it apparently did him.
Before she could backtrack and question not only what she had said but what she felt after spending only one night with the man—though they had known each other casually for years—Rafe squeezed her tight enough to cause her to squeak and refocus on him, and not all the thoughts zipping through her mind.
“I love you, too, wildcat,” he said with a wide smile before leaning down and kissing her.
She tried to pull her arms free in order to hug him back. Rafe refused to release them so she had to settle for putting all her emotion into the kiss.
By the time he broke the kiss and lifted his head, Silk had completely relaxed into his hold. “Well, okay then,” she managed to say as he slowly pulled his arms from around her. When he stepped back, her knees gave out and he ended up wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into his side to keep her on her feet.
The sound of a shell being pumped into the chamber of a shotgun had them both freezing in place.
“Young man, what have you done to my bambina?”
Chapter Eight
Rafe wondered if he should duck, run, or face execution as a man. Looking into Silk’s eyes, he could see the laughter there, though she looked a bit pale, much like he felt. Then she stepped in front of Rafe.
Looking toward the front door, Rafe saw a woman who was tiny when compared to Silk. The long, full skirt and dark-colored shawl wrapped around her shoulders, along with her heavily accented words, made Rafe wonder for a moment if they hadn’t somehow ended up in some kind of a time warp. She stood with a shotgun that was nearly as big as she was aimed in their direction.
“Mama, put down your gun,” Silk said, sounding a little breathless, but braver than he felt. Women holding guns had never ended well for Rafe, and he had a feeling this situation might possibly be worse than the time the young female police officer shot him by accident when they had been chasing down the same bad guy. “This is Rafe Carlton. Rafe, meet my mother, Francesca Zaccaro, the woman I inherited my crazy from.”
“Good evening, Mrs. Zaccaro,” Rafe said carefully, not wanting to do anything to make the older woman nervous.
Mrs. Zaccaro looked at him, then lowered the gun an inch, and then two more. Rafe relaxed by increments as she then swung the gun so it was cradled in both arms. “You haven’t answered my question. What have you done to my bambina?”
Before Rafe could come up with something that would sound innocent and yet explain away Silk’s disappearance, a large male figure appeared in the open front door. “Mama, what are you doing?”
It took a moment, but Rafe then recognized Silk’s brother as he took the gun away from the older woman, and ejected and pocketed the shell before setting the weapon inside the house. The old woman began speaking rapidly and loudly with a lot of arm gestures. Rafe couldn’t make out a word.
Dominic responded, and then Silk left his side, hurrying up the porch to enter the conversation, and all through it, Rafe just stood and watched, not sure if he should jump into the argument to defend himself, or climb in his car and hightail it home.
Taking a breath to settle his racing heart, he decided running wasn’t the Domly thing to do. Instead, he leaned back against the side of his car, crossed his arms over his chest, and waited.
It took a few minutes, but finally the shouting died away. Then the three Zaccaros turned to look at him.
“Well? Are you coming inside?” Mrs. Zaccaro asked.
“I’m afraid I can’t. I have to be at work in a few minutes,” Rafe said as he straightened, feeling like no matter what he said at this moment, it wouldn’t be good enough.
“You work, good. No man should be without a job.” Mrs. Zaccaro nodded in approval. “Silk, say good night quickly and come inside. Your young man needs to get to work.”
“Yes, Mama,” Silk said. She waited until her mother had disappeared into the house with her brother following before she descended the stairs and approached Rafe, stopping just in front of him. “I’m so sorry about that.”
Rafe couldn’t help but smile at her hesitant, almost fearful expression. He straightened and wrapped his right hand around the back of Silk’s neck. Pulling her in to rest her forehead against his chest, he said, “She’s a mother who is worried about her daughter, but I do have to go to work.”
“Yes, Sir.” Silk’s sighed words sounded sad.
“I’ll see you tomorrow night at the club, sweetheart. Stay away from the coffee and work on being still.”
Silk sighed again and nodded. Tilting her head back, Rafe gave her a quick, hard kiss, then turned her toward the house and gave her a swat on what he knew had to be a tender ass to get her moving toward the house.
Silk yelped in response, then ran up the steps. Rafe rounded the front of his car and climbed in, wondering what it would take to convince Silk that even though they were a brand-new couple, he was in it for the long haul.
* * * *
Silk closed the door as Rafe started his car. After locking it, she leaned her forehead against it. How long it would be before she drove him away? Most of her friends could take her in small doses of an hour or two. It was when they went away for weekends at the beach or spent several days together that she began to get on people’s nerves. An ex-boyfriend told her that she literally wore him out.
“You’ve got yourself a good man there,” Dominic said from the doorway into the living room.
“I think so. Wonder if he’ll still be around for Christmas. What am I saying? He won’t be around to celebrate the Fourth of July,” Silk said, everything in her wilting as she crossed the foyer and started up the steps.
“I think he might surprise you,” Dominic said, his voice the same one several dominants at the club used when they seemed to know something before everyone else did. “I’m here if you need me, little sis. When you need to talk.”
Looking down from her position halfway up the stairs, Silk forced herself to smile. “Thanks, but I don’t think you’d understand.”
The siblings shared a long look before Dominic nodded and turned back to the living room. “Well, like I said, I’m here if you need me. Mama went to her room. Said she would talk to you in the morning.”
That was just like her mother. Francesca Zaccaro never lost her temper in front of her children. She would retreat and calm down before sitting down and discussing whatever it was they had done wrong. There was no doubt in Silk’s mind that her mother was in her room, praying for her soul and that Rafe would marry her before any babies came long.
With a sigh, Silk continued up the stairs. At the top of the stairs, she turned left and hurried down the hall to her two-room suite with its private bathroom. Her rooms were as far away from her mother’s rooms as she could get.
As she closed and locked the door, she hoped her mother lived up to her words and did not come knocking on the door at midnight for their talk. Silk needed to make sense of the feelings bouncing around in her heart like a pile of excited puppies with new toys before she faced her mother and told her she would be moving out as soon as she found a place to live.
Heading into her bedroom, she stripped off the clothes she’d borrowed from her aunt’s closet and tossed them into the hamper. Pulling on the oversized men’s T-shirt she normally slept in, Silk returned to her bedroom. A large bar of chocolate in the middle of the bed caught her attention. Picking it up, she frowned at the bright yellow note stuck to the back of it.
“‘Eat this, it will help’? What is this, a Harry Potter movie?” she asked the silent room even as she opened the wrapper on the
candy bar. She recognized the printing as her brother’s handwriting and wondered how he knew she would need the sweet treat.
Going into her sitting room, she turned on the television and found a sappy old romantic comedy on one of the classic movie stations. After collapsing onto the big, soft, comfortable loveseat, Silk pulled the fuzzy blanket from the back down and covered herself. Curling up, she ate the chocolate while cuddling one of the pillows to her chest like a teddy bear.
Then she tried to make sense of the thousand-and-one thoughts that raced through her head like squirrels on speed. The list of things she needed to do to prepare for moving out tangled with the pros and cons of loving a man like Rafe and her list of wishes, wants, and needs for the rest of her life.
Growing angry with her inability to focus on one list for more than a nanosecond, Silk stood up and began to pace. It wasn’t long before she spied the spiral binder she used at such times to clear her thoughts and settle her mind. Sometimes it worked, other times writing down all the things in her head overwhelmed and exhausted her. Grabbing the notebook, she carried it and several pens back to the loveseat.
When she was once again curled up with the blanket covering her, she opened to notebook to the first blank page and started writing. She would go back later to make sense of her thoughts. For now, she just needed to get them out of her brain and onto the paper.
It took quite a while to bleed off all the thoughts, worries, concerns, pros, cons, and things she felt she needed to do, but finally she was able to put down her pain. Her brain felt empty and her spirit felt a hundred pounds lighter. The purging, along with the chocolate, did help pull her out of the sinkhole of sadness she had fallen into within minutes of Rafe’s leaving. That got her wondering how she was ever going to survive his walking away, and she was certain he would walk away, probably sooner rather than later.
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