The hurt was evident in his voice and his eyes. Dammit, this is Liam’s fault for never allowing me a moment's peace.
Before I could respond, his eyes met mine, and his tongue swiped against my distended clit. I jumped, but he held me in place with one hand on my abdomen then used the other to expose my clit even further.
His tongue was magical. I never knew this kind of pleasure existed. A friend took my virginity. Neither of us knew much about sex and did little more than each put our hand on the other’s 'important parts’. We hurried and did the deed just to get it over with. My only other sexual partner had loved it when I gave him head, but very idea of his returning the favor grossed him out. He said a woman’s vagina was nasty and unhygienic, so this was my first experience and, oh, how I wanted more!
Rafe’s tongue flicked over my clit, before trailing down to my pussy, where he dipped inside, mimicking what he wanted to do later. It took everything I had to try and stay still. Something was building; my muscles became taut and trembled, reaching for an unknown … something. Awe, fear, and joy fought for supremacy, and I struggled not to lift my mound to his mouth.
He paused for a moment. “Has anyone ever eaten you out?”
I was barely able to talk as my orgasm was within reach. “No, sir.” I managed on a moan.
His eyes were hooded. “I’m glad I’m your first. I’ll make you so crazy with need that no other man will ever be able to satisfy you—just me.”
“Please, sir.”
A lascivious smile spread across his face his tongue flicked my clit, working it over with fervor as one of his fingers penetrated my center. My pussy grabbed hold, trying to keep him inside, as he drew it back out. He mumbled against my folds, “God you’re so tight. I definitely need to loosen you up before I try to get my cock in there, otherwise I’ll never last. You’re like a vice baby. How long has it been since you fucked anyone?”
I was mortified, and squeezed my eyes shut and said nothing. He immediately stopped his ministrations. “I’m not going to continue until you tell me.”
I had already shared that I didn’t date much. It wasn't like I was frigid or anything. It was just that everyone I’d ever dated either became a good friend, or I never saw them again. I was getting antsy, and his piercing eyes demanded an answer. My face was hot. I licked my lips and whispered, “Three years, sir.”
His expression softened. “I knew you said you weren’t that experienced. Jesus, Dawn, you’re practically a virgin.”
I watched as his head lowered, but his eyes kept focus with mine. His deft tongue went back to work as his finger began thrusting in and out of me. The need to move became insistent and I tried to stay strong—until he added another finger. My mind melted. His fingers scissored as he thrust, making me feel so full. I knew that if he ever hoped to fit his cock inside me, he’d need to stretch me.
I felt a heat bloom deep in my core and spread to the rest of my body. Every nerve felt alive, as the strings of my body wound tighter and tighter with his ministrations. His tongue flicked over my clit at a frantic pace, as three fingers now thrust into my center driving me insane with the need to feel some sort of release.
“You’re almost there love. You aren’t to come until I give you permission. Just hold on a couple of minutes more and you’ll earn your reward.” His tongue returned to my clit at a more frantic pace. My breaths were choppy, the entire body taut with need, my head thrashed back and forth on the bed, unwanted moans escaping throatily. I felt like I was going to explode. His fingers curled inside of me, rubbing one spot and I felt my walls fluttering uncontrollably. He knew that I’d never last, so he smiled against my clit. “Come, mi amore, come for me.”
My body bowed and exploded in a fiery burst of passion, as a scream tore from my mouth “Yes, oh God, yes!” at the top of my lungs. I could feel my core clamp down around his fingers as his tongue stroked my clit to prolong my orgasm. I’d never come this hard or long in my life.
The spasms in my center finally settled and Rafe slowly moved up my torso, nipping and kissing a path back up toward my lips. I almost turned my head when his mouth finally reached mine, but the taste of my essence on his lips was more of a turn on than off.
His hips settled against mine and opened my legs further to give him more access. His hard cock rubbed against my moist heat, making me want him inside me. His hand grabbed ahold of the chain dangling from the clamps and pulled, sending another shower of sparks rushing through my body and engulfing my center with need.
His lips went down to my breasts, to sooth my poor tortured nipples as he prepared to remove each clamp. He’d barely loosened the first when the blood rushed back to the abused nub, sending a wave of agony through my body. His tongue soothed over my nipple, sucking on it, helping to ease some of the pain, as his cock thrust into my sheath butting against my cervix, making me gasp at the fullness.
His eyes rolled back a bit, before he returned his focus to my other nipple. “We’re a perfect fit, bella. I’ve never had someone feel so amazing, surrounding my cock.”
He didn’t move inside of me, as he started to remove the other clamp. I readied myself, but still felt a sharp burst of pain before he laved my nipple turning the discomfort into pleasure. Another orgasm rocked through me as my walls clamped down on him, eliciting a guttural groan from his throat.
My body was on fire and my mind totally lost to the sensations rocketing through me. He began to thrust gently at first, and my hips rose to meet his. You need to tell him something, what was it? My mind urged me to say something, but my tongue was tied as I felt the stirrings of third orgasm bloom.
His lips blazed a trail across my jaw, capturing my lips with a gentleness I’d never expected. My mind immediately blanked, as I finally surrendered complete control over to him.
A sinful smile spread across his face when I became putty in his hands. I watched his lips move, but heard nothing, lost to the sensations coursing through my body, making me feel like I was floating.
All of the sudden he stopped moving and rested atop me, awakening me from the trance I’d been in. “Dawn, are you okay?”
I nodded and then remembered he wanted me to speak. “Yes, sir. I feel wonderful.”
Rafe laughed, but his voice turned serious. “I’ve asked you the same question a couple times and have yet to receive an answer. Tell me now—are you on the pill?”
Holy shit! That’s what I was trying to remember. “No, sir.”
“Fuck.” He instantly withdrew making me feel empty and rejected. I watched as he leaned over, reached into his bag, and pulled out a strip of condoms, opening one with his teeth. He wasn’t going to stop, he just wanted to protect me. A wave of relief spread through me.
“Why so many?” I knew I shouldn’t ask, but wondered why he had so many condoms.
I watched in fascination as he effortlessly sheathed himself and plunged back inside me. “Don’t worry, mi amore. There won’t be any left after tonight.”
I wanted to comment that I’d never had sex twice in one night, but my thoughts scattered when he began thrusting powerfully, his hands both on my ass, urging me to keep pace. I tilted my hips trying to meet him thrust for thrust. He grabbed a knee and urged it to his waist. I wrapped my legs around him. The angle allowed him deeper penetration, making me feel close to bursting.
I’d never considered myself wanton and needy. I’d always been happy to have at least one orgasm, but after the two he already squeezed out of me, I wanted another. I was greedy and I didn’t care.
His breathing was labored, “No. Coming. Until. I. Say.” But his words were like a fuse ready to detonate an explosion. I almost lost control at those five little words. I bit my lip to try and gain some control over my body. My legs began to shake. I tried to think of anything I could to keep from coming, but it was useless. I heard my breath quicken, I was dangling on the edge of a large precipice, waiting for his permission to fall.
His hips met mine faster, hard
er, jolting me back a little in the bed, but the desire to burst built even higher than it had with the other orgasms. I watched as his fingers reached between us and started firmly rubbing my clit. “Eyes on me when you come. Come with me, Dawn, now!”
My eyes remained fixed on his as my body tensed and then flew apart in his hands. My mouth opened in a silent scream, and his lips captured mine swallowing any moans of satisfaction. He forcefully thrust twice more before his cock jerked inside me. He moaned into my mouth as he found his own release.
My heart was fluttering so fast it felt like it would fly out of my chest. He collapsed on top of me, his arms no longer supporting his weight. His breathing slowed, and he rested his head on my chest, listening to my heartbeat. Finally, he muttered, “I’ve never felt a connection like this with anyone, Dawn. It’s so strong. I’ve never let anyone into my heart, until you.” He paused for a moment, deep in thought before admitting, “You now hold my soul.”
It wasn’t a confession of love, but they melted my heart just the same. I wanted to tell him how I was falling for him, but something held the words back. All I could manage was, “I feel the same way about you.”
He’d been so gentle with me. He untied my wrists and rubbed my arms to get the circulation back into them. We moved to the bathroom, where we soaked for a bit. That didn’t last long, though. He had me straddle him, riding him until we both shouted our satisfaction.
The night seemed unending. Truthfully, I wanted this night to go on forever. He did exact his punishment for my pushing him away. I’d found myself on my knees, tied to the headboard, as he gave me ten swats with the flat of his palm.
I’d been surprised how the pain of each whack blossomed into pure pleasure. When he was done I begged for more, which surprised us both. He pulled a soft flogger from his bag and demonstrated how it felt against my arm. It didn't feel as scary as it looked. By the time the night was over, we’d discovered I had a high threshold for pain and that I enjoyed his talents with the flogger and riding crop. He’d ‘pinked up my ass’, as he put it. When he finally took me from behind, the extra sensitivity made me think of ways to misbehave so he’d punish me some more.
It was close to morning by the time we finally fell asleep, and he’d been right—we had used the entire strip of condoms. I’d never felt so thoroughly fucked or sated in my life.
I was half asleep, my back tucked against his front and his arms held me close, when I heard him gently whisper, “I love you, Dawn.” The thought that we’d grown so close this fast scared me, but I had to admit that I was already thinking up excuses to stay for a while longer; maybe seriously consider the job Dane had offered to keep me here in Orlando. All I knew is that I felt whole again being back here, around my friends, and with the person I cared for, loved even.
I’d been asleep for only an hour or two when my phone rang in the other room. It was Liam, and I didn’t dare miss his call. I tried not to wake Rafe as I got out of bed and ran to the kitchen, where I knew I’d left my purse. I looked up at the clock on the microwave and realized it was already 7 a.m. and wondered what on earth he could want on a Sunday morning.
I realized that I’d stopped speaking when Marissa began shaking me. “What happened next? You two sound like you hit it off wonderfully. Hell, you put Dane and me to shame with everything you let him do.”
I just shrugged my shoulders, wanting to keep the horror that followed from Marissa. If I told anyone how dangerous Liam really was, how I’d been trapped without means of escape, and how I’d been protecting Rafe at my own expense, I’d be forced to leave.
“My boss needed me back in Atlanta ASAP, so I got dressed and left.” It was a lie, but I couldn’t tell her the truth. I couldn't risk losing the one place I was safe.
She frowned in confusion, “But why couldn’t you leave him a note? Why not answer his calls?” Then her voice turned angry. “You could’ve at least acknowledged him. Do you have any idea what you’ve put him through? You’ve ruined him for other women.”
If his heart hurt as much as mine, then I had a hunch how he felt, but I couldn’t be certain. All I knew is that I’d rather he be alive and love him from afar than to … I couldn’t even finish the thought.
I faked a yawn. “I’m sorry sweetie, but I need some rest. I haven’t slept well in over a week.”
She leaned over and gave me a hug. “I know there’s something you’re not telling me. I’ll give you space for now, but I’m concerned about you. I love you like a sister, Dawn.”
I hugged her back. “I love you too, Marissa. I’ll tell you more, when the time is right. I know I’m asking a lot, but you need to trust me for now.”
I’D LEFT THE CLUB last night with a renewed sense of purpose. My talks with Kenny and Dane had helped me realize I wasn’t prey cowering in the corner waiting to be eaten. I was the damn predator, a Dom, and it was time to claim my woman and get her back with me where she belonged.
I knew something was wrong. I had no clue what it was, or how to rectify it, but I did know that my father and brother would both help me figure out what my next step should be. It was obvious we were all under continuous surveillance, so I had to play my next hand just right, and take her someplace safe, where no one could find us. But where?
I gave Dane a call. “I want to meet you in your office this morning. I want to discuss what we’d talked about yesterday.”
He breathed a sigh of relief. “It’s about damn time. What made you come around?”
I needed to stroke Dane’s ego a bit, let him know that I thought his idea had, but then again, so did Kenny’s. “I talked to Kenny last night and he reminded me that I was a Dom.”
He chuckled. “You know, I reminded you first.”
“Maybe. He also pointed out things I hadn’t noticed about myself. Why didn’t you tell me I’d become a pussy?”
“It wasn’t my place. I knew you’d figure it out eventually. I’m about five minutes from the office now. When did you want to meet?”
I was glad I had driven in earlier this morning. “I’m already here. I’ll see you, in your office, as soon as you get in. Oh, I also want dad there. I think we may need his help, too.”
I paced the floor in Dane’s office waiting for him to arrive. I knew my father had an early morning breakfast meeting and would be here soon. I was surprised to see Dane walk in without Marissa. “Is Marissa okay?”
He strode across his office, putting his laptop on his desk. “Close the door.”
I was puzzled for his need for privacy in regards to his wife. I instantly went on alert. “What wrong?”
He raised his hands to me in defeat. “I admit you were right to come by our house yesterday. Dawn arrived a few days ago. Things have been a bit chaotic since she arrived. Marissa was up half the night trying to calm Dawn. She woke us up screaming bloody murder. We thought someone had actually gotten into the house, but it turned out to be a nightmare. As a result, Marissa’s ankles are quite swollen this morning and I insisted she stay home. I don’t think the assholes watching the house will attempt entry as long as they know she’s there. I’ve got Derrick and Rick trying to acquire information on who the men are and who is employing them. And I had them send a couple of their men over to keep an eye on our things.”
Dane pounded his fist against the desk. “I don’t fucking like the danger Dawn has brought to my family. This is why I want you to do whatever you need to get her out of my house. I love her because she’s my wife’s best friend. She’s the one who told Marissa to give me a chance in the first place.” He shook his head ruefully, “But with the baby coming, I cannot allow this kind of stress, or risk any sort of danger, around my wife. Dawn’s got to go, and you’ve got to make sure you are both safe.”
He sat down looking exhausted, and running a hand across his face, as he said, “I’ve got to be back at the house in a few hours to help with the delivery of a new crib. We’d picked one out that we thought would go with the other furniture we’d
purchased for the nursery, but it just doesn’t look right and Marissa’s not happy with it. We’re going to switch it out with a new one and give this crib to mom and dad, so they have an extra one in their nursery, for when they’re baby-sitting Nicola and our child.”
I laughed outright. “You still won’t give up the sex of the baby will you?”
“Not a chance, my brother. Only Marissa and I know at this point, and that’s how we’re going to keep it. We want everyone to be surprised.”
I couldn’t understand why he didn’t want to shout it from the rooftops. I know if I ever got a woman pregnant, I’d want to know the sex of the baby and tell everyone I know. “I concede. I won’t ask any further. But, your delivery today gives me an idea.”
I began pacing again, mulling things over in my. I realized I'd been thinking out loud when Dane yelled, “That’s brilliant! Let me give Derrick and Rick a call and get them to come here … let’s see if we can’t get this thing organized quickly. Now, all you need is a place to lay low—someplace safe where you can hide, and no one can find either of you.”
At that very moment, our father strode purposefully into Dane’s office. “Which one of you is in trouble? Who needs a hideout?”
We worked quickly to bring my father up to speed. I told them I suspected Dawn’s boss was responsible for her bruises and her running away. Dane did a double take when I’d mentioned the bruising. I just shrugged my shoulders, “I had Ethan tap into your security system and replay the video of her entering a gate code. I saw her black eyes.”
His only response, “I guess it’s time to get a new security system.”
I went on to share the rest of the information Ethan had been able to dig up, with Derrick and Rick’s help. We all agreed we needed to get Dawn out of Dane’s house get her someplace safer, where no one could find her—or me. Dawn needed to tell me the whole ugly story. Obviously, she didn’t feel safe enough to divulge the entire story to anyone at this point.
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