At fifteen, he moved his free hand between her legs so that he could slide a couple of fingers inside her to ratchet up her pleasure.
“Oh! Oh…” She swayed as she struggled to remain upright.
“Keep going.” He eased deeper into her. When she managed to gasp out fifteen, he leaned forward to kiss her belly.
As she continued to count, he fucked her with his fingers as he whispered words of encouragement.
“One thousand twenty-one.”
“So good.”
The moment she said, “One thousand twenty-two,” he extracted his fingers and released her clit.
When the blood flow returned, she screamed, and he opened his arms to catch her. “You may let go of your pussy lips.”
As he’d expected, she collapsed against him. He scooped her up on to his lap, and she turned into him, snuggling his chest.
He held her and stroked her, loving her until her breathing returned to normal.
“Fuck, Sir. That hurt.”
“I imagine you’ll be extrasensitive for some time.”
“That didn’t sound sympathetic.” She placed her hand flat on his chest and pushed back a little to look in his eyes. “In fact, you seem rather pleased.”
“I am. Every time I caress or fuck you, lash your pussy or even lick it, you’re going to squirm more than usual. Just think how rewarding your orgasms are going to be.”
“Not that I would know. It’s been forever since you got me off.” A pouty note hung in her words, which wasn’t like her at all.
“Really? Forever?” He grinned at both her white lie and her petulant tone. “In that case, I think you can wait a little longer.”
“But…” She scooped hair back from her face. “I can’t tell if you’re serious or not.”
“I am. Very much. But I want you, Hope, and I’m going to have you, right this minute.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Hope didn’t often miscalculate her future husband. After enduring that torment, she’d expected him to give her a world-shattering orgasm. Normally, he was both generous and indulgent. But right now, she was confused. It was as if she was seeing a different side of him.
Though he’d edged her before, it had never been for this long or this intense.
He nudged her from his lap, and she glanced away, trying not to show her frustration.
Rafe stood to capture her chin. He tilted her head back a little, so she couldn’t look away from him. “Have I ever left you unsatisfied?”
When it came to Rafe, she couldn’t hide her reactions. “But—”
“Answer my question.” His tone reassured but also left her no room to wiggle out of answering.
“No, Sir. You haven’t. But you’ve kept me waiting when you want to drive me wild.” A zillion needs crawled through her, confounding her, demanding satisfaction. Her clit burned from his handling, and her pussy was wet from the way he’d finger-fucked her. She was more than ready for his cock. She wanted it. Needed it.
“So why would tonight be any different?”
“Because I made you mad?”
He frowned. “You didn’t. Not at all. I see your struggle, and that’s okay. We’re broadening the scope of our BDSM play and navigating that may be difficult from time to time. You will never disappoint me.” He placed his free hand on her shoulder to emphasize his words. “I love you too much.”
“Then—”
“Nice try.” He massaged her skin, moving his fingers in small circles. “You’ll get your orgasm when I’m ready to give it to you.”
She didn’t want to relent. “I shouldn’t have asked you to edge me earlier this evening.”
“Perhaps not.” He grinned. “And yet, here we are.”
He was so tall and handsome and dominant that he left her breathless.
During their exploration of her sexuality, he’d introduced her to dozens of new toys and experiences. Because of their demanding schedules, they didn’t get to play as often as either of them wanted to. But they’d made a commitment to ensure that they never lost track of what was most important in their lives. Each Sunday, they compared calendars to set a date during the week that they would be alone so they could enjoy an extended scene.
On those days, she tried to get home before him so that she could shower and dress in something he’d set out for her before he left for the office. She’d be waiting for him when he arrived, in a place and position he’d texted to her sometime during the afternoon. If she wasn’t able to arrive home first, he enjoyed watching her get ready, monitoring her every move.
He released her chin to trace the lines of her choker. “Begging may be rewarded. Asking nicely might also. I prefer to set the pace and decide what I think is best for you, for us.”
“Even if I don’t like it?”
“Especially then.”
“All this talking is delaying my orgasm, isn’t it?”
“One of the things I admire best about you is your keen intellect.”
She smiled, everything inside of her softening. At times, it was as if he understood her reactions better than she did. He’d said all the right things to ground her and deal with the flash of annoyance.
“Are you ready to continue? Or would you like to step away from BDSM for tonight?”
He might not be disappointed in her if they stopped the scene, but she would be disappointed in herself, and that was something she couldn’t live with. She tipped her head back. “I’d like to go on.”
“Knowing your orgasm is mine to give, when I wish, if I wish?”
As he’d no doubt intended, the if tormented her. It was possible he’d deny her until the next day. Or worse. She knew she could always use her safe word, but she wasn’t tempted to use it. “Yes, Rafe.”
“Very well.” He released his grip on her, and her skin was still heated from his touch. “I’m ready to come. One of us deserves to.”
One of us? Meaning he was thinking about coming? But after everything, he’d deny her? Her first reaction was pissiness, and she forced herself to bite back a frustrated reply.
“You can finish undressing me.”
He didn’t request this often, and she almost always liked doing it for him, the same way he enjoyed taking off her clothes.
Rafe extended one wrist after the other toward her, and she obliged by removing his emerald-studded Zeta cufflinks. She placed them on the coffee table before returning to pull his bow tie free. She placed that around his cufflinks. Next, she helped him off with his jacket and hung it from the back of the chair.
She reached around him to unfasten the cummerbund. Every inch of his body was familiar and reassuring. As if knowing how much she needed the connection, he hugged her, tucking her beneath his chin and holding her tight. The tiny, remaining pieces of resistance she’d experienced earlier began to slip away, replaced by love and trust.
“I appreciate this,” he said, his breath warm on her. “I appreciate you.”
His words and touch were all she needed. After he let her go, she folded his cummerbund and set it down.
This evening he’d worn studs in his shirt, and it took her several seconds to slide them free. She placed each in the circle she’d created with his tie.
As she drew his shirt off, she trailed her fingers over his flat abs, enjoying the smooth strength of his body. She glanced up, thrilled they had a lifetime ahead of them to explore each other. For the first time, she was glad he’d moved up the wedding date.
Hope knelt to untie his shoes, then tucked his socks inside them. When she was done, she looked up at him. The position and her nakedness at his feet reinforced her submission in a way nothing else could.
“Continue.” He nodded.
After releasing the button at his waist, she tugged down his zipper. Rafe hadn’t worn anything beneath the slacks, and his engorged cock throbbed in front of her face. Need swamped her as she lowered his trousers.
“Why don’t I have you do this more often?” he asked, his ha
nd in her hair, making a tight knot.
“Perhaps you should, Sir.”
He released his grip to squeeze her nipples.
The punishing pleasure made her moan.
When her mind was reeling, he offered a hand up, and she accepted. Giddy, she gathered his clothes and folded them, placing them near his belt. Once, he’d used it on her, and it been one of the more intimate things they’d shared. The fact that the supple leather was still warm from his body had excited her.
Now it was there, like a serpent, taunting her.
“I want you on the bed, on your back. First, take off your shoes.”
She grabbed hold of the back of the settee for balance as she followed his instruction.
“And Hope? While you’re still there, grab the belt,” he said.
She went still. Had he read her mind, again? No matter what she wanted, he seemed to know.
“I saw your eyes. You can’t hide anything from me.”
While the leather’s bite had been sexy, its sting lingered as a phantom memory. Aware of him watching her, she picked up the belt and carried it to him.
“The bedroom, Hope.”
She loved the urgency in his voice. Knowing she drove him as wild as he drove her sent a thrill rocketing through her.
While they’d been out, the staff had turned down their bedding and left expensive chocolates on the pillows. For safety’s sake, she moved the foil-wrapped goodies to the nightstands before pulling the comforter all the way off, so she could lie down on the sheet.
“Scoot to the edge of the mattress,” he instructed. “I want your feet to touch the floor, or as close as possible. And spread your thighs as wide as you can.”
When she was in position, he stroked the insides of her legs, making her squirm.
“Would you prefer to place your arms beneath you or shall I secure them?”
Which meant he was going to do something she might not enjoy. Her breath caught. “I’ll keep them in place.”
“Very well.” He waited while she moved herself around until her hands were tucked beneath her buttocks.
He continued to move his hands across her, adding a little more pressure with each pass, heating her skin while being careful to avoid her pussy. The fact that he avoided her most private places sharpened her desire.
Rafe dangled the belt near her face until the strap filled her entire vision.
“Oh…” Adrenaline spiked through her. She had no doubt about his intentions. Hope railed against the instinct to close her legs and protect herself. “I…”
“Your choice,” he offered. “Stay by my will or I can fetch restraints.”
Without waiting for her answer, he brought down the leather on the inside of her right thigh, above her knee. A burning sensation ripped through her, but it receded right away, unlike some other implements where the pain lingered. She liked it. Before she had a chance to articulate her realization, he struck her again, a bit higher. The moment she’d processed it, he added a third, dangerously close to her pussy.
“Three lovely stripes,” he said. “Look.” He slid a hand beneath her back to help her sit up.
She studied the lines. Each was beautiful, spaced with precision. “I like them.”
“Good.” He grinned. “So do I.” He lowered her to the mattress again.
Hope knew he wouldn’t use his full strength on her, but it still took all her determination to keep her legs wide for him.
He delivered the next three strikes with the same deliberation, igniting a maelstrom of emotion in her. She yearned for his cock, a physical connection, even if he didn’t get her off.
Rafe dropped the belt on her tummy, and the buckle was cool on her skin. “I want your legs over my shoulders.”
Since she couldn’t do so without help, Rafe assisted her into position and tugged her hips toward him, meaning her ass was suspended in the air, and she was dependent on him to help her keep her balance.
“Are you ready for me?”
She didn’t need to answer. He inserted a finger to find out for himself. When he found her G-spot, she almost came. “Not yet,” he reminded her, removing his finger. The truth was, when he touched her like that, she couldn’t fight her climax. He controlled it, and he knew that.
“Now about my orgasm.” He took hold of his cock and pressed the head into her.
She sighed, and her whole body relaxed. Hope needed this.
“That’s it. Let me take what I want.” He nudged deeper and deeper, and he lifted her legs higher, then pressed one of his muscled arms down on her pelvis, keeping her in the position he preferred.
“My God!” She gasped when he moved, filling her pussy until his balls were against her ass. So damn deep!
“I’ve wanted you all day.” His voice was growly, needy.
Even though they’d had sex last night, she was as consumed as he was.
He slid in and out with slow strokes, driving her mad. There wasn’t enough sensation for her to get off, and with the way he held her, she couldn’t change positions. “This is impossible, Rafe.”
In response, he put his free hand beneath her hips, further imprisoning her. “It’s just right,” he countered.
Over and over, he drew out before filling her again.
She wasn’t prepared for the way her body shook when he changed tempos, driving in and pulling out with rapid-fire speed. “Rafe!” Hope was going to come if he kept it up.
He touched her clit, and she screamed from the fresh wave of pleasure spiced with a tinge of pain. Before she could recover, he leaned forward, his shoulders pressing the backs of her thighs, giving him even greater access to her body.
He fucked her hard, overwhelming her. If he hadn’t been so forceful about restricting her movements, she would have been left shattered.
“I’m going to come in you…”
Until he spoke, she hadn’t realized her eyes had been closed. She opened them to focus on him. Possession painted the spikes in his eyes with steel.
“Fill your hot pussy and leave you dripping.”
“Yes…”
“Ask me.”
“Come in me, Rafe. Mark me as yours.”
His answering moan was guttural. He thrust in once again and stilled. Then he groaned as he made some shorter, more stuttered strokes.
His features contorted. Hope loved knowing she affected him this way. It was a special kind of power, and until she’d been with him, she’d never known it.
After he’d ejaculated, he eased back and smeared some of their juices all over the insides of her thighs, still hot from his belting.
“Your pussy was made for my cock,” he said, tracing one of the welts with his damp thumb.
Each touch reminded her that her orgasm had been denied, yet she forced herself not to ask about it.
Rafe allowed his still-formidable dick to slide from her before easing away from her and helping her to lower her legs from his shoulders. “Wrap yourself around me.”
She placed her calves on his hip bones while he assisted her on to the bed once again. “Trapping my arms beneath me works as well as bondage,” she murmured.
“How are you doing?” He massaged her shoulders.
“Fine,” she replied, hoping he wouldn’t use her exhaustion as a reason not to continue their scene.
When he tipped his head to one side, she propped herself on her elbows to meet his gaze. “I promise.
“In that case, go into the living room and open the toy bag.”
She accepted his help to sit up, curious, but in a nervous sort of way. He’d packed not just for their weekend at the Parthenon but also for a trip to the Quarter…one that he thought she was ready for.
As Hope started to move past him, he snagged her wrist.
“I’m not sure how I managed without you in my life,” he admitted.
This time, she kissed him. “I don’t even like to think about alternatives.”
His smile was quick and devastating. “Th
en get going.” He released her.
She hurried into the living room, and he was right behind her as she opened the bag. On top was a stunning bright purple halter top dress. She scooped it up to look at it more closely. The front took a scandalous plunge while the skirt was full and would stop well below her buttocks, about midthigh. “It’s gorgeous.”
“For the Quarter,” he said. “I’m not pressuring you. I brought it in case you want to go. If not, it stays in the bag.”
“You have to know I love the color.” In fact, she liked everything about the dress, including the cut and the silken material. She wanted it.
“It will look good with your hair.”
No doubt it would also flatter her figure. On the rare occasion she’d allowed herself to contemplate what it might be like to go with him to a BDSM club, she’d imagined he’d want her garbed in the same sort of outfit she’d scrolled past online, a harness, perhaps formfitting leather, or that popular shiny PVC material. This was not even close to scandalous. In fact, she had a few summer dresses that were every bit as revealing.
“It will suit you.” He watched her carry it to the mirror.
It shouldn’t surprise her that he’d made such an excellent selection.
Hope wouldn’t be ashamed to wear this in public. His purchase had been a smart calculation. Because the dress was wonderful, he was making it easy for her to say yes.
“Set it aside for now,” he encouraged before she was ready to let it go.
After a second glance in the mirror, she returned to him and placed the dress on the table, near where she’d left his accessories.
“What would you like to play with tonight?” he asked, as if the question about the club had not arisen.
He’d brought a great number of their toys. Her favorite small flogger as well as the stingier rubber one. He’d included a tawse, a devil’s tail, and a paddle that bore the word Princess. At the bottom was a wand type of massager as well as one that covered her clit. She prayed he didn’t want to use either of those.
“You choose one, and I’ll choose one,” he suggested.
Her insides lurched. She supposed it was better than him selecting both, but his words made her nervous, nevertheless. “The rubber flogger.”
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