Rafe’s cock throbbed from excitement. The thought of her submitting to his desires completely was captivating. He could no more refuse her entreaty than a moth could resist coming to a flame. He clasped her to him and kissed her with ravenous hunger. His imagination raced, and after a few moments, he ended the kiss. When he met her gaze, his eyes were once again glowing like emeralds, and his features were taut with barely controlled passion.
“If it becomes too much for you, you must say ‘enough’ and I will stop. Do you understand?”
Eleta’s heart was pounding so hard she could barely breath. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Kneel,” he ordered with a low growl.
The simple command made Eleta shiver with awareness, and she dropped to her knees at his feet. Rafe fisted a hand in her hair and held her gaze while he guided the head of his erection to her mouth.
“You want to learn to please me in every way?” When she nodded, his eyes flared with heat. “You can start by learning to suck my cock.”
He was about to instruct her on what he wanted when, without the slightest hesitation, she took him into the hot, wet haven of her mouth. He thought he might die from pleasure. She sucked him deep into her mouth and moaned. Rafe struggled to keep from crumbling to the floor. He briefly wondered how she knew what to do, but then his ability to think at all disappeared, and he simply relished every sensation.
Eleta was amazed by how it felt. She had practiced this with props in front of her tutors, but it was entirely different having Rafe’s throbbing male appendage in her mouth. He was huge, and her jaw ached as she stretched to fit him between her lips. His shaft was as hard as steel, yet the skin was as soft as heated silk. He smelled delightfully musky, and he tasted strangely salty and sweet.
She explored every ridge and hollow, tracing the swollen veins and dipping into the tiny hole at the tip. She loved the helpless groans he made, and when she used her tongue in certain ways, he almost whimpered. Having him completely at her mercy was intoxicating. She ran her warm hands up along the backs of his thighs and cupped his firm buttocks in her palms as she took him even deeper into her throat.
“Sweet God in heaven! You have a perfect little mouth,” he gasped. “Deeper, Eleta! Suck me deeper,” he growled. “I want to feel the back of your throat, little one.” He clutched her head between his hands and thrust forcefully into her mouth. “Take all of me in your perfect little mouth.”
Eleta moaned, and the low vibrations in her throat made him tremble. She complied with his order, swallowing him deeper, until he battered against the back of her throat with every thrust.
The shift in his behavior was marked. He wasn’t thinking of her as the queen in that moment. He was only focused on what he was feeling and the pleasure she was giving him. Eleta was elated, and she worked hard to please him.
Rafe threw his head back with a moan. “Fucking hell, that feels good.”
Eleta was thrilled by how out of control he was. Just as she had practiced with props dozens of times before, she used her hands, lips and tongue to drive him even more insane. She fondled his balls, and he growled with delight. After several minutes of her sweet torture, he was barely hanging on to his sanity.
“Enough, little one. I can’t take anymore.” He started to pull away, but she made a disapproving sound, gripped his thighs, and kept sucking.
His words came out through clenched teeth. “Eleta, stop! It wouldn’t be proper for me to finish in your mouth!”
She was determined not to let him pull back. She sucked harder and caressed the globes of his bottom. Her finger began to trail down his crack, and Rafe lost it.
He gripped her head, thrust roughly several more times, then gave a groan of surrender. The vision she presented…on her knees, at his mercy, greedily sucking his seed down as he climaxed…was enthralling, and he savored the sight. She was so beautiful, moaning as he thrust forcefully into her throat.
Eleta clutched him closer as she swallowed convulsively while he spurted in her mouth. When the last tremors had faded, she released him and then looked up at him with a sultry smile.
“Forget about proper, Rafe. It obviously brought you great pleasure to have me suck your cock. Why have you never let me do it before? Was it because I am the queen?”
Rafe’s lips twisted ruefully. “Of course.”
“Is that also why you didn’t want to finish in my mouth, even though you had fantasized about doing so?”
Rafe’s chest was heaving and his heart was still thumping. He had never had anyone pleasure him so well. “Yes,” he stated simply. He still wasn’t sure he should be treating her this way. She was his queen, not some cheap whore.
“I thought so,” Eleta whispered. She sensed his hesitation and was determined to destroy his inhibitions. She began to lick and suck his slackened cock until he began to firm again. “But your naughty girl wants to worship you in every way, Rafe.” Her velvety tongue felt like heaven as she lovingly licked him from the base of his cock to the tiny hole at its tip. She rubbed her face against him, much like a cat seeking favor.
When he was hard once again, she rose to her feet once more and kissed him. He could taste his own musky essence on her tongue, and he growled possessively as he deepened the kiss. When they were both panting, she broke off from the kiss and met his eye.
“You promised to do anything I want for the rest of the night, Rafe. Tomorrow, we can be as proper as you like. For tonight, I want you to forget that I am your queen. I want you to take me, fuck me, make me yours in every possible way and use me for your pleasure until you can’t use me anymore. Just know that in pleasing yourself, you will be bringing me the ultimate pleasure too. Now, what else would you like to do to me?” she urged. “What else have you fantasized about doing to me?”
Her offer was the ultimate temptation. The urge to seize and savage her, to simply take what he wanted without a thought for her tender feelings was strong. He took deep breaths as he tried to cool his raging lusts.
Eleta sensed his struggle, and she undermined his hard fought control by trailing fiery kisses along his throat and chest. She gripped his cock in her fist and caressed him as she held his gaze. She bent and suckled one of his nipples. She gave it a sharp tug with her teeth. When Rafe flinched, she met his eye boldly, practically daring him to ravage her.
“I don’t want gentle, Rafe.”
“I’m warning you for the last time,” Rafe growled. “I don’t want to frighten you or hurt you, but if you’re asking me to act out my fantasies, some of them are rough. Some of them will cause you pain.”
“I told you…my passions run as deep as yours. You aren’t frightening me, you are exciting me, so what’s it going to take to make you do your worst?”
Rafe scooped her into his arms and carried her to the huge bed. He dropped her none too gently on the foot of the bed and scowled down at her.
“Turn onto your hands and knees,” he ordered.
Eleta quickly complied. Rafe placed a hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her upper body down, so that her hips were high in the air. Then, he flipped the hem of her chemise up, exposing the lush globes of her bottom. He kneaded her smooth flesh with possessive delight. His hands were neither gentle nor harsh, they were simply masterful.
The first time he landed a ringing slap on her bottom, Eleta jerked with surprise and let out a pained squeal. There was an instant sting, and then it blossomed into flaming heat as she squirmed restlessly and clenched her bottom against the burn.
“Do you want me to stop?” he demanded.
“No!” she gasped, biting her lip against the pain and heat in her bottom. “I was just surprised. Carry on.”
She tilted her bottom up invitingly, and Rafe’s eyes flared.
“I’ve dreamed of spanking you,” he admitted, landing an even harder slap on her opposite cheek. He smiled as she reacted much the same as the first time. Once she had settled again, he spanked her bottom still harder.“Ever since
you abducted me, I’ve dreamed of turning you over my knee and spanking you.”
Two more ringing slaps landed on each side of her bottom, and he grinned. Eleta was crying softly, but to his delight, she kept returning to her original position with her bottom tilted up invitingly. He loved the erotic sight of her red bottom, and he spanked her twice more on each side. His voice was a low growl, gruff with passion. “This sweet ass was made to be spanked by me, and often.”
Rafe settled into a steady rhythm. After every few stinging slaps, he would caress her heated flesh, allowing time to maximize the burn and let it spread. Eleta squirmed enticingly, making the lush globes jiggle delightfully, but she always settled again.
Although she was crying quietly, she obviously did not want the spanking to end yet. Her bottom glowed red, and he could see the imprint of his hand in several places. His cock was throbbing at the sight. He continued the spanking for a long time. He didn’t stop until his hand was beginning to hurt, and she was gasping with hiccupping sobs.
“Had enough?” he finally asked, squeezing her burning bottom and grinning when she flinched. He had never enjoyed spanking anyone so much. Her ass was delightfully red and hot. It would look even more enticing with a few welts across it.
Eleta struggled to slow her breathing. She turned her head sideways and looked up at him. She could tell that he was thoroughly enjoying spanking her. She sensed that he was still holding back but wanted more. She was surprised to realize that she felt incredibly aroused and also wanted to take things to the next level.
She wiped her face on the sheets and took a deep, shaky breath. Then, she faced him with a challenging pout.
“Is that the best you can do?” she taunted, wiggling her bottom enticingly. “I hardly felt that.”
Their gazes clashed briefly, and she could have sworn she saw the last of his inhibitions go up in smoke. His emerald eyes briefly flashed with approval before he turned away. “Don’t move, little one,” he growled from over his shoulder.
The steely authority in his brusque command made her shiver with excitement. He returned a moment later, having retrieved her riding crop from the wardrobe. He held it where she could see it and then slowly ran it over the burning globes of her bottom as he met her eye once again.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked. “This will hurt much worse than just my hand.”
Eleta couldn’t speak past the lump in her throat. She merely firmed her lips and faced forward once again.
Rafe stood behind her, enjoying the sight of her plump red bottom raised invitingly. He purposely let the moments stretch out, and Eleta held her breath. She released it with a scream as the first stroke came down hard across her buttocks.
Rafe hadn’t spared her. He had struck hard enough to cause considerable pain but not break the skin or cause any permanent damage. A stripe of white hot heat flared across both sides of her bottom, and it blossomed into molten lava as it spread over her exposed flesh.
Eleta squirmed and squealed. She clenched her teeth against the exquisite pain. To her astonishment, the pain corresponded with sharp pangs of desire that throbbed in her loins. Her pussy felt achy and empty, and she clenched her thighs trying to ease the empty feeling.
“Did you feel that, little one?” he taunted, massaging the raised welt to emphasize the pain even more.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Did it bring you pleasure?”
Rafe met her searching gaze and grinned. “Oh yes.”
Eleta felt another pang of desire from the hunger in his eyes. She faced forward once again and tilted her bottom up invitingly toward him. “Then please yourself more.”
Rafe raised his brows in surprise, but then growled with approval and proceeded to lay a series of welts across her beautiful bottom and upper thighs. He paused after each one to let her feel the burn and to prolong the pleasure. He caressed each welt, making the pain worse as he squeezed her tender flesh.
She was fully exposed to him, and he noticed that her pussy was growing wetter and more open with every stroke. It was obvious that she enjoyed what he was doing.
She delighted him with her eager acceptance of the punishment. After each lash, she would scream and squirm, burying her face in the sheets as she struggled for composure. Each time he thought she would beg him to stop, she would instead resume her position, offering her sweet round ass for another stroke of the crop.
She was so gorgeous and wet, and after the fifth stroke, Rafe thrust into her pussy with two broad fingers. Eleta responded eagerly, pumping her hips back against his hand and spreading her knees to give him better access. She moaned as he fingered her, and he grinned. When she was nearing completion, Rafe taunted her by withdrawing his fingers and spanking her bottom harshly with his hand.
“Resume your position, little one. Your punishment isn’t over yet.”
Eleta mewled her disappointment. When he gave her bottom another harsh slap, she was quick to comply. After ten lashes from the crop, Rafe thought she had had enough. Rafe knew she was as aroused as he was. She was panting and moaning. He gripped her knees and pulled them wide apart. Eleta’s pussy was swollen and literally dripping with sweet fluid, and he began fingering her yet again.
“You’re so beautiful and so perfect for me,” he said softly. “My perfect little naughty girl.”
Eleta held her breath as he touched her. He found and squeezed the sensitive bud of her arousal. He toyed with her pussy as if she had no purpose but to amuse him with her body. There was a an arrogant undertone that hadn’t been there before. He no longer soothed and caressed. He handled her with a hubris that screamed “You belong to me!” Eleta was thrilled, because she felt the difference and knew he was treating her like his woman rather than his queen.
Abruptly, he knelt behind her, his mouth replaced his fingers, and she cried out from the stark pleasure of it. Unlike previous times, he made no effort to be gentle. He simply took what he wanted, sometimes roughly. He suckled greedily and nipped sharply with his teeth. He growled like a wild wolf as he feasted on her most sensitive flesh.
Eleta twitched and jerked, unsettled by the ferocity of his appetite. She couldn’t pull away, because his fingers bit into her thighs as he held her immobile before him. She had never felt so exposed and vulnerable, nor had she ever felt so powerful. His desperation to devour her was thrilling. Eleta screamed as sweet release rolled through her.
“You taste so delicious, little one.” His low growl was so savage that she barely recognized it as his voice. “I can’t get enough of your sweet honey pot.” He was becoming increasingly ferocious in his excitement. His whiskers abraded her tender flesh, and his teeth inflicted painful nips on her vulnerable flesh.
Eleta moaned and tilted her hips back toward him, shamelessly offering him free access. Rafe took full advantage, obviously ravenous as he possessed her in the most intimate way. Eleta screamed as a second wave hit her, but this time, he never paused.
She thought she might go insane from the hunger that was building in the pit of her belly as he continued to gorge himself. He was becoming wilder by the minute. She felt empty, aching, needy, and she knew only Rafe could help her. She held out for as long as she could, letting him feast at will. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. She had to have him inside her.
“Please,” she sobbed, “I need you! Please fuck me, Rafe! Please!”
Rafe gave her throbbing clit one more sharp nip and then abruptly stood up. “Not yet, little one. You have to be even more desperate before you can have my cock. Don’t move.”
Eleta moaned, but she remained perfectly still while Rafe crossed to the bathing area. He retrieved a small bottle of lavender bath oil from the stand beside the tub and returned to the bed. He dribbled a small amount of the oil onto the handle of the riding crop, and Eleta frowned.
“What are you doing?” she asked nervously.
Rafe chuckled darkly and broke the handle off the crop. He smeared it liberally with oil and then held it
up where she could see it. It was six inches long and twice as thick as his thumb. “I’m acting out another one of my naughty fantasies about you. You told me to use you however I wanted. Do you want me to stop?”
Eleta swallowed hard. She was trembling with a combination of nerves and desire. She met Rafe’s eye and realized that everything he had done so far had brought her just as much pleasure as it brought him. She took a deep breath and shook her head.
“No, I don’t want you to stop. Do whatever you like to me.”
She faced forward once more and spread her knees again. She was fully exposed for whatever he might want from her.
“Good girl,” Rafe murmured. He teased the puckered bud of her anus, and she tensed. “Easy, little one. Just breathe and let me touch you.”
Eleta concentrated on breathing in and out, as he circled her sensitive anus with soothing strokes. He positioned the blunt end of the crop against her entrance and pressed just the tip into her with a soft pop. Eleta gasped and tensed against the intrusion. She let out a whimper of pain.
“It hurts,” she whispered. “I’m scared.”
“You’re safe, Eleta. I would never hurt you. Do you want me to stop?”
She wanted to say yes, but she had worked so hard to get him to abandon his inhibitions. She desperately wanted to please him in every way, and this was their last night together. If pleasuring him meant enduring pain, she would accept whatever pain he meant to inflict.
“No, don’t stop. Just please help me know what to do.”
Rafe stroked her bottom soothingly. “Take it slowly,” he coaxed, pressing the crop just a bit further into her bottom. “Take a deep breath, and when you breathe out, press back toward me.”
She did as he asked, slowly impaling her bottom further onto the crop handle. The sensations were incredible, a combination of pain and intense pleasure. She moaned, and he caressed her bottom with soothing strokes. When the handle was fully embedded, she shivered, dying to see what he would do next.
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