by Tl Reeve
“I don’t know if I’ll ever get to that point,” Hannah said while Cal worked the ropes free from the pulley.
The doubt and self-recrimination in her distant tone broke a part of him. “Then we’ll learn to do it together.” Raphael gathered her into his arms. Placing her on his lap, he pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. Hannah’s wide, expressive, violet eyes held a note of hope, but also a hint of wariness. “Be strong.” He pressed his lips to hers. The subtle taste of her sweetness shoot through him, while her lithe body pressed to his in invitation. He took advantage of her willingness. His tongue swiped against the seam of her lips, coaxing her to open for him—desperate to have more of her. A groan of pure pleasure filled his chest as he dominated the mating of their mouths.
“Wow,” she sighed, when he broke the kiss.
“Indeed. I think the bench will be the perfect place for us to start tonight.” He held out his hand to her. “Join me.”
She accepted his help and stood with a predatory grace that belied the innocence he witnessed several times since she walked into the room. “Sorry about running my mouth,” she whispered. “It has a mind of its own sometimes.”
“Kneel,” he said, as they approached the bench. “I appreciate your apology. This is all new for you, and I understand.”
“You do?”
“I do. Tonight is for fun. Let’s not ruin it on account of a small misunderstanding.” He grinned. “Remove your robe for me. I would love to see what my beautiful submissive is hiding under her garment.”
“Yes, Dominare,” she answered, pulling on the sash that held her covering closed.
His gaze traversed her small frame and stopped at her perfectly rounded breasts when the silky material slid from her body. His foot tapped her thigh, and she spread her legs, giving him a glimpse of her damp panties. “Fuck, pet. You’re exquisite.”
The dark pink of her areola puckered and tightened as her nipple beaded under his stare. Raphael growled. His cock jerked in his leathers. It took all of his control to not pin her to the bench and fuck her into submission.
Her body trembled under his scrutiny. “We’ll start with ten.”” He knew she could take more, had seen it for himself so many years ago but this was all for play. To get her riled up.
“Yes, Dominare.”
“Do you remember your safe word?” Raphael asked, as he knelt before her.
“Cotton candy.” Hannah gasped as he tweaked her nipple.
“Good, girl. What level are you at?”
“Green.”
He took her hand and helped her position herself on the bench. Once she was strapped down, he stood back and admired his work. Ass high in the air, the invitation to take what he wanted, taunted him. “Beautiful.” Walking over to a small cabinet against the wall, he pulled out the slim black paddle he’d seen used on her years ago. Running his hand up its length, his blood boiled with desire. Get a hold of yourself, man. You’re acting like a virgin Dom ready for his first willing submissive.
“Count off,” he said as he brought the paddle down across her ass.
Hannah counted to five, and her hips rolled against bench. “Five.”
“Gorgeous,” he crooned. Raphael rubbed her ass, squeezing the already red skin. She yelped, wiggling her hips. The scent of her arousal curled around him. He salivated, wanting to taste her sweet cream while bring her to climax. Instead, he held himself in check. He began again, bringing the paddle down on her ass.
“Six, Dominare,” she cried bucking against the restraints.
“You will not come!”
“Please,” Hannah whined.
His body warred with his mind. The dominant side demanded he continue, while his baser instinct was telling him to drop his pants and bury himself deep within her. You can do this, Jonas. Eye on the prize. Licking his lips, he continued to spank Hannah, until she was a trembling mess. Her pleas for more, for help, filled the room. His control teetered so close to the edge, he had to take a step back for a moment to gather himself.
“What level are you?” he bit out from between clenched teeth.
“Green,” she sobbed. “Please Dominare, I need more. I need to come.” Her ass wiggled in front of him and he growled.
“We still have a ways to go. Count,” he instructed her before administering two more swats of the paddle.
“Seven, eight” she cried. Her whole body trembled.
“Two more, precious,” he murmured, caressing her ass. “You can do this.” He brought the instrument down hard this time.
Hannah screamed. “Nine! Please.” Her quiet sobs were almost his undoing. He brought the paddle down for one final stinging blow then threw it aside. “Ten.”
He removed the bindings holding her in place with single-minded determination. If he stopped to think about what would come next, he’d forget about her needs and sate his own. Lifting her into his arms, he stormed to the couch across the room. His lips crushed hers as his hand cupped her breast, squeezing and pinching her nipple until she cried out. He sat, adjusting her so she straddled his lap, the warm wetness of her pussy seared his groin. “Fuck.” Running his fingers through her slit, he groaned. She ground her hips against him and shuddered.
The internal war he fought all night, was lost as instinct took over. “Suck me, girl and do not stop until I say so.” Hannah scrambled off his lap and crawled between his legs. Raphael made quick work of opening his leathers. A groan of pleasure filled his chest as his cock sprang from its confines. Licking her lips, she parted them and took him into her mouth. Her motions were tentative at best.
“Have you ever sucked cock before?” he asked as a groan was ripped from his chest.
Hannah pulled away from his shaft, her head bowed. “Not really. I’ve never seen the point,” she said, stroking him.
“Very, well. You will learn. We’ll do this together.”
Hannah nodded. The thick velvety flesh jumped as she squeezed the tip and slid her hand all the way to the base. Above her, her Dominare’s eyes were closed, his head back and mouth slack. Following the motion of her hand, she took him into her mouth once more, moving up and then back down. His muttered curses of pleasure spurred her on.
Cupping Raphael’s sac she squeezed and tugged gently as she explored his body. Between her thighs, her sex grew slick with her need. She was so close to exploding she couldn’t stand it. Releasing his sac, she kept her eyes glued on him as she slipped her free hand between her thighs and flicked her clit.
“Naughty sub, are you playing with yourself while pleasuring me?” His voice was hoarse.
She moaned as her finger passed over her clit again.
“No!” Raphael narrowed his eyes and pulled her up onto the couch. “You will come when I tell you.” Lowering his face to hers, he kissed her. His tongue tangled with hers as he slid his palm down her stomach to cover her pussy. When he drew back to nibble on her bottom lip, he pressed his middle finger into her entrance while rubbing her clit with the heel of his hand.
Hannah bucked, rolling her hips as he touched her. Raphael growled. Instantly she stilled. The affect he had over her amazed her. His head dipped to her neck as he kissed a path down her chest before settling over her nipple. He sucked it into a hard peak, biting down playfully then blew on the abused peak. Hannah threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him to her as he feasted on her. His fingers never stopped their exploration of her pussy. He finger-fucked her, keeping her right at the pinnacle of an epic climax, but didn’t allow her to tumble over and take her pleasure. He removed his fingers from her channel and he continued down her body, leaving gooseflesh in its wake. Settling between her thighs, he lifted her leg over his shoulder, before licking her from ass to clit. Hannah whimpered as he sucked her clit into his mouth and nibbled on the edge. So close, just a little more. Please God. One of his thick fingers and then a second filled her pussy. Hannah rolled her hips as his thrusts quickened.
“God you are so beautiful. Tell me wh
at you want,” he murmured.
“I want to come, please,” she cried.
Raphael removed his fingers from her passage. She felt empty and cold without him in her. The orgasm that threatened to rip her apart slinked back as she watched him lick her juices from his fingers. Raphael reached for a condom. The next second he was tearing open the wrapper and rolling the latex barrier over his impressive cock. “Oh fuck.”
“Oh fuck is correct.” Situating her on the couch, Raphael slammed into her. Hannah shook as her orgasm flowed through her. She screamed his name as the muscles of her sex rippled.
Wide eyed, Hannah gapped at him. She’d just done the one thing he said not to. She panicked in his arms. She didn’t want him to pull away, it felt way too good in his arms. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
“Don’t be sorry. It felt damn good having your cunt grip me in a tight fist. You are so responsive to me. Don’t you feel it?” He continued to roll his hips.
“Yes, I do feel it.” Another wave of desire crash through her.
Raphael’s pace increased as the slap of flesh grew louder and more slippery. Hannah clung to his body as she tightened around him. She wouldn’t disobey him again.
His strokes became shorter as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her. Each thrust ratcheted her closer. She felt him lay his head on her shoulder as tiny grunts and groans passed his lips. “Come, Hannah. Give it to me, now!”
She jerked and bucked against him as she screamed again with release. He pumped into her two more times, then stilled with a grunt. Their bodies were covered with sweat as they caught their breaths. Hannah closed her eyes and laid her head against his shoulder with a smile. It might not have been her first scene, but it was the first time she was completely satisfied.
Chapter Five
Still sitting in her Dominare’s arms she began to get antsy. She’d never experienced anything like this before and wasn’t sure what to do. Wrapped in the blanket Raphael had placed over her, she tried to stand. She needed to think. She needed to figure out what was going on.
“Do you never shut that brain of yours down?” Raphael asked, chuckling softly.
“Nope. Great scene,” she said, not waiting for him to say the words she’d come to loath. “Thanks for the sex, at least you took care of my needs.” Making the blanket into a long dress, she headed toward the door. To hell with this Dom shit. Every fucking time I think I’ve found the right one, they fucking disappoint me. Why do I do this to myself?
Hannah stomped back toward the changing room. All she wanted to do was get dress and go back to Caelan’s. She figured she could have Carlos hail her a cab so she didn’t have to face the embarrassment of another Dom leaving her.
“Where are you going?” Raphael’s arm snaked around her waist pulling her back against his body. “Do you know you have me out here naked, trying to figure out what I said to upset you?” He ground his hips against her, and Hannah bit her lip. He was hard and ready again.
“You called me Hannah afterwards. I didn’t want to hear you tell me ‘great scene.’” She bowed her head.
Turning them back toward the room, he walked her to the couch in the private room. He gathered her to him and sat. “We have a lot to discuss. You need to get a couple things straight in that stubborn head of yours,” he said, chiding her.
Hannah sighed and nodded. “All right, enlighten me. What am I missing?”
He slapped her hip. “First, no matter what happens, you will respect what transpired between us tonight. Do you understand?”
“Yes, but why? You haven’t claimed me or, for that matter, expressed wanting me.” If he wanted her to submit to him so badly, why didn’t he say so?
“I would have gotten to it, had you not gotten up and tried to walk away from me.”
“So now it’s my fault you can’t speak your mind? Hannah crossed her arms.
“Damn, you’re so tempting to punish. Hell, I’d fucking punish you every night if the sex was that fucking amazing,” he groused. “Don’t you get it Hannah? I want you. I’m not Caelan or Jackson. I wouldn’t have fucked you tonight if I wasn’t sure about keeping you.”
Hannah sucked in a breath. “You what? I don’t think I heard you correctly. You want me to be your submissive?”
“Yes I want you to be my sub. Is that too much to ask?” He pressed his forehead against hers.
“No, it’s not. I think we should celebrate. What do you think?” She shifted on his lap, teasing him.
“I think I am going to warm that ass up later, but right now having you wrapped around me feels pretty damn good too.” Raphael kissed her again.
*****
Jude had allowed her to take a company truck home, and she decided the drive to work would do her some good. Last night had been amazing. Better than amazing. The time spent with Raphael before he took her home had been spectacular. They connected on a visceral level and, truth be told, it scared the shit out of her while exhilarating her as well. They fit. Did he know before he walked into the room this would be their outcome? She hoped so, in some weird kind of way. After parking the truck and getting out, she walked through the door of Larson Security. Hannah made her way to Jude’s office, but heard voices coming from one of the side offices. Easing over to the open door, she could hear Jude talking to someone. She stood next to the door for a few more seconds before backing off.
“Are you spying on someone?” Jackson asked, coming up behind her.
“No, I was just seeing who Jude hired this morning,” she said, as she sat down in the office.
“He hired someone?”
“Sounds like it.” She shrugged.
“Hmm. So, are you going to keep me in suspense, or are you going to spill about Raphael.”
“Yes Hannah, are you going to tell Jackson about me? Or are you going to leave him hanging?” A mischievous glint sparkled in Raphael’s eye as he walked into the office with Jude behind him.
“Good morning, Domin…” —Hannah cleared her throat— “Raphael. If he wants to know about our wild monkey sex, I guess I could tell him. Something tells me though, that he still sees me as a sixteen-year-old kid not twenty-seven-year-old woman.”
Raphael chuckled. “Tesoro, you are too much.” He took her hand and lifted her from the chair she sat in, only to settle and pull her onto his lap.
“I’m at work Raphael,” Hannah snapped. “I’m supposed to act professional here. I can’t do that with you distracting me.” She sighed softly as he nuzzled her neck.
“I guess it’s a good thing I work here too, tesoro. Jude needed some help on the home invasion cases. So I offered myself to him.”
“What about the police department?”
“I still work for CPD, but I’m here on my day off,” he answered.
Hannah couldn’t even look up, she felt like all eyes were on her at the moment. “Are you always going to have me sitting on your lap for a meeting?” She had to know what to expect, at least then she wouldn’t clam up like she was. Her submissive side did a giddy dance as his arms wrapped tightly around her.
“I like it. Don’t you?” He purred in her ear, as his tongue traced around the edge before nibbling gently.
Hannah swallowed roughly and shivered. How in the hell did he make her so hot? Her body responded to him in ways she never expected. Trembling in his arms, she could feel her panties dampen with her own cream. Fuck, I am so done for. She tilted her head to give him better access. His lips pressed against the hollow of her neck, and everyone in the room disappeared. She knew Jude was there and Jackson too, but she didn’t care.
“We’ll finish this later at my place.” Raphael’s warm breath made her shiver in delight.
“Okay,” she agreed.
Jude cleared his throat, and cocked a brow as if to ask if they were done.
“Sorry,” Hannah murmured.
“Not a problem. As we all know now,” Jude began. “Hannah was arrested yesterday by Kapinsky. It took close t
o five minutes before the alarm beeped and I could call her. Whoever is fucking with my system has to have some type of hand held device.”
Hannah frown. “There’s two people. One person blocks the signal while the second person ransacks the house.”
“That sounds about right. Do you have anyone in particular in mind?” Jackson asked, sitting up a bit more in his chair.
“The only person I saw really on the street yesterday was Mrs. Kapinsky. Then, her son just shows up as I break into the house, claiming a ‘concerned citizen’ called it in. Something about him seems fishy.”
“I’ll tail him, see where he goes. If I find anything suspicious, I’ll call you Jude.” Raphael’s voice rumbled against her back.
“Thank you. Hannah and I will in uptown today, working with a client with a penthouse. More money and top-notch security. If our theory is correct, then Kapinsky will be there in moments. If not, we’re back to square one.”
The meeting ended shortly after they went over the plan. Hannah was itching to try her hand at cat burglary again. When she stood, she missed the warmth of Raphael’s body against hers.
“Where would you like me to meet you later?” Hannah asked.
Raphael stood next to her. “I’ll meet you here. We can go to my place tonight.” He leaned down and kissed her gently. “Be safe with Jude and make me proud.”
Hannah rode the elevator to the penthouse apartment of the Randolph Manor. Overlooking Lake Michigan, the five thousand square feet penthouse apartment cost a pretty penny.
The first part of Hannah’s assignment consisted of getting the elevator to the top floor. Check. Hannah smiled. Jude’s system should have alerted him by now. Stepping out of the elevator when the doors opened, she stood in the foyer of the Montez family home.
Making her way toward the living room, Hannah noticed all the antique knick-knacks and china vases. She couldn’t imagine cluttering her home with all the crap they had. Way to show off, jackasses. When she stepped through the open door, Hannah walked into the middle of a cocktail party. Damn.
