by Ciara Cole
His heated gaze alone was enough to make her body churn with need. She began to lave his broad tip with her tongue, hearing him hiss through his teeth. Smiling slightly she continued by pushing him slowly into her mouth. She kept her tongue pressed flat against his stem, reveling in its heat and energy, and savored the taste of his precum. Rafe began to growl and thrust his length into her mouth, and Tamira took her cue to pick up speed. She felt immensely turned on giving him pleasure this way. She didn’t find it debasing at all. Rafe was never, ever abusive nor did anything humiliating.
Everything that happened, she consented to. She enjoyed feeling him pumping into her mouth, his hands fisting in her hair. Loved when he talked dirty to her, his voice no more than a rumbling growl, “That’s it. Show me how much you want it. Choke on it, baby, every inch.” She couldn’t get enough of this feeling, of just letting go of her inhibitions and being such a junkie for his every command, every bidding.
Next, he pulled her mouth off him and that was when he drew her up on her shaky feet and led her to that shadowy mirror. Standing there staring at her wild reflection, naked to the skin while Rafe remained fully dressed with his shirt and pants on made her feel ultra-exposed. Watching in the mirror as he touched and teased her with his hands was a level up in excitement, like a mixture of exhibitionism and voyeurism. It was total mind-slushing carnality and it wasn’t even over yet, as Rafe soon made known to her in no uncertain terms.
“Ready for what comes next?” came his whisper in her ear, before licking the outer shell.
He untied her wrists and guided her to the leather-topped bench in the corner. He bent her over at the waist and placed both her hands on the surface while her feet were planted on the floor. “Those hands don’t move without permission, understand?” he instructed, using his foot to spread her feet wide apart, all the while trailing kisses down her back. “Yes, Rafe,” she said meekly, her heart pounding at his closeness, the rasp of his shirt buttons digging on her back as he leaned over her. Tamira could feel the mushroom crown of his member prodding between her asscheeks. A delicious shiver ran through her nerve cells. Before even a sound could slide out from her parted lips, Rafe thrust into her slick sex.
“Ughh,” she grunted, air rushing from her lips as he continued to push into her, stretching and filling her. She wanted to plead, tell him she needed time to adjust to his girth, she needed a few breaths before he… But no, she knew better than to ask for quarter. Her rugged lover reared back and plunged in with a deep, satisfied groan. Tamira’s knees all but buckled, and her hands fisted on the leather top of the bench. The feel of him was exquisite, pumping deep inside her, making her feel him to the very fathom of her tunnel. He leaned down and pressed hot kisses on her spine, making her moan and lean back into his strokes, managing to send him even deeper if that was possible. The carnal sounds of sex, a slick, slapping symphony of passion, took Tamira to new heights of arousal and pleasure.
She couldn’t fight the shudders overtaking her system, feeling them signal her incoming eruption. Rafe chose that second to draw out of her and she almost screamed. Was the man trying to kill her? She was finally getting what she wanted, his rough, rampant claiming and now this? His dark chuckle behind her told her he enjoyed her torture, and without thinking she straightened, hands moving off the bench as she made to spin around.
“What did I say?” That still voice, not even raising an octave, had Tamira freezing. Uh oh. Then she squealed, as Rafe smacked her ass so hard the tingles throbbed down to her toes.
“You don’t defy me, ever. Now you’ll see what happens. Hands on the bench.”
Tamira didn’t have to look at him to feel his cool authority, sending chills down her back. She bent over and returned to position, shivering slightly in fear, excitement, and need.
“I see myself becoming unhinged, Tamira. You do that to me. Shall I just go easy on you this once?” he murmured, dipping his hands between her legs and stroking her languidly. Why did his gentle touch, his even tone, make her even more apprehensive? I think I liked it better when he growled or yelled, or smacked me, thought Tamira with a quiver.
Now she had to wait, breath quickening, as his hands left her body and she heard him open a drawer. He seemed to be ripping open a few packages, and her anticipation and worry grew. This might just be really good, or really bad, she fretted…
This time when his hand returned to her body, it was at the least expected spot. Tamira almost jumped a foot when she felt a cool liquid on her small puckered button. “R-Rafe?”
“Shh. We talked about this. Remember? Trust. And it goes either way. Trusting me to know what’s right for you, and then trusting me to stop when you use the safe word. Whatever the case, stay calm.”
Tamira nodded and sucked in more needed breaths. Okay. Fine. She could do this. Rafe would never intentionally hurt her, she was sure of it. She made herself relax, feeling eager now for whatever came next.
He spread more of the wetness between her cheeks, and Tamira figured it was some kind of lube. She relaxed further when her lover’s lips traced warmly down her neck. Her body shuddered to feel him probe her forbidden entrance, easing one finger inside. Tamira gasped loudly.
She didn’t think of stopping this lewd invasion, even when minutes later he slipped in a second finger. At the same time his free hand voyaged her flesh, squeezing her breasts, caressing her stomach, patting on her clit, and teasing her slick folds. Every sensation blended and swirled, turning her mind into a colorful carousal of neurons.
She soon welcomed those naughty fingers, evidenced in the way her sphincter muscles grew less resistant and more stretched. “Now it’s time for your little present,” Rafe announced on a rumble.
Tamira was shaking when she felt Rafe’s fingers withdraw as he reached for an item on the shelf next to him. From the corner of her eye Tamira caught the glimpse of a small, conical shaped object glinting silver in the darkened room. Wait, wait—what?
Rafe evinced a slightly gruff chuckle as if he somewhat enjoyed her evident consternation. “It’s a vibrating anal plug, in case you’re wondering. Don’t worry, it’s beginner friendly. Ready, baby?”
No! Hell no. And yet…
“Yes. Please, Daddy. Put it in me.”
Again his dark chuckle, his hand roaming over her ass in an approving caress. “Love it when you call me that. And you’re daddy’s sexy girl, aren’t you? His baby girl.”
“Mmm hmm,” she moaned in assent. Okay, freaky Tamira mode was on right now. She couldn’t fight it if she tried. Half of her possibly felt this was just her lost-in-a-dark, twisted fantasy, and she decided to simply roll with it. And if not, she could safe word out of it, just like Rafe discussed with her before they even began.
Now she felt it—Rafe nudging the toy past her anal ring, stroking the inside shallowly with just the tip. Tamira let herself be given over to the experience. Of not just feeling invaded and slightly full in the most unexpected place, but also of giving in the trusted hands of her lover, molding her to his vision of what her body craved. And yes, she craved this.
This. The sensuality of having the plug finally embedded inside her ass and feeling the different levels of shocked pleasure as Rafe plunged her hole continuously with it. Just when she thought nothing could even transcend this, he gave her a surprise.
First, he made her straighten up and walk across the room to the bed. With the plug inside her. It was hot! She found she liked the thrill of having the foreign object embedded in her secret place, giving just a hint of fullness without being uncomfortable or frightening. She marveled how it stayed in place as she moved, and how the sleek outline of steel felt so good inside her.
When Rafe commanded her to get on her hands and knees on the bed, that’s when she started to shake. He had her so wet, so high already on arousal and on him. He came up to kneel behind her, pressing her shoulders level with the mattress. Then she felt him line the tip of his rock-hard shaft at her slit, causing her to pant
in short, fast breaths.
Suddenly, he switched a button and the vibrating function of the plug came on, at the same moment he surged into her waiting vagina with his big hard tool.
Tamira screamed, body rocked by the myriad sensory assault on her nervous system. Her brain warred between pleasure and pain, and she bucked and gasped from the blissful overload.
“Don’t fight it. I want you to feel everything there is to feel, baby girl.” Rafe’s voice seemed to come from light years away. Tamira felt the vibe throb the inner rim of her ass, while Rafe picked up speed thrusting that fiendish shaft inside her delicate vagina. The feeling of fullness multiplied even as Rafe increased the power of the vibrations. Tamira screamed again.
She was pushing against him, urging him to go deeper, faster. Tamira closed her eyes, forgetting everything but Rafe and the decadent, carnal things he did to her body. Her teeth sank into the pillow beneath her cheek, while her hand reached behind her to grip Rafe’s forearm where his hand dug into her hip as he took her. He tossed aside the remote, leaving the plug humming inside her, and reached a hand round to lay flat on her breastbone, pulling her into his chest.
Her spine bent back at an impossible angle, Rafe’s hand snaking over her body, pausing to pinch and squeeze her sensitive nipples, then grip her shoulder hard as he slammed into her. Tamira threw her head over his shoulder, letting him growl sweet endearments in her ear, telling her how sweet and tight she was, and how he could feel the pulsing of the vibe in her ass, reflecting in the way she pulsed around him in eager spasms. He called her his dirty girl for loving to have him deep inside her tunnel while loving the toy in her ass at the same time. Tamira couldn’t even think to deny it, because, well, it was true. She loved the powerful thrills and chills it gave her, the anal vibe massaging against nerves inside her she’d never known she had, while Rafe’s thick length plumbed her vagina to the hilt. Pleasure became a knife-edged and even hazardous phenomenon, and Tamira’s head swam. She couldn’t even distinguish her moans from her sobs. She heard Rafe’s own guttural groans with each thrust inside her, and she knew he was just as close to the infinity edge as she was.
Tamira could feel herself getting wetter, could hear the squelching sounds of Rafe’s shaft pumping furiously in and out of her contracting vagina. The underlying buzz of the anal vibe echoed in the background, adding to the already charged crescendo. Her hips moved with Rafe’s, intent on drawing out each sensation to the last drop. He was right, she needed to feel everything, and damn she felt it all to the bone.
As ever, Rafe knew just when to take it up the last few notches. He brought his hand down her front to tease her labia, urging her folds to more wetness which then coated her clit copiously. Zipping his fingers down hard on that aching button, he applied the perfect degree of pressure to hit some unknown trigger at her innermost core.
Tamira screamed out her orgasm, her every muscle palpitating as she crested over the waves, held in Rafe’s powerful arms. A few more pumps of his hips and he came too, hard. Tamira felt every throb of his manhood as he spent inside her, causing both her entrances to spasm in response as she came again. The intensity of her continuous release bordered on pain, sending her to a deep, dark space for a moment till Rafe bit on her shoulder and had her clawing back to her place of sanity.
“Ssh,” he comforted close to her ear, as tears of bliss coursed down her cheeks and whimpers spilled from her trembling lips. Completely limp, Tamira could only exist, not even thinking or breathing. Then Rafe pulled out of her gently, also switching off the vibe and carefully drawing it out of her. The empty sensation caught her off guard, and she was jarred back into thought as even losing the double feeling of fullness was an intense sensation.
“You did so good, Tamira. My good, beautiful girl. Now let me show you something.”
Tamira didn’t even try to guess what, only knowing that her take-charge lover was hardly done with her yet. He seized a handful of her hair and dragged her up off the bed and across the room to the full-size mirror once more. Standing behind her he made her catch her reflection as he tugged on her hair and snapped her chin up, her eyes meeting his in the mirror. Now she could see what Rafe saw. Her face and chest glistening, from not just perspiration but her earlier, enthusiastic laving of his shaft. Between her legs, glistening juices coated down to her knees. She’d never dreamed her body could produce that much moisture from excitement and orgasm.
Gasping in shocked awe at herself, Tamira watched Rafe watch her, as he kissed the spot behind her ear. His hand, sure and compelling, began to trail down her stomach to between her legs, stroking her clit. Tamira couldn’t believe she was hot again already! Hot for Rafe’s touch, for his authority being asserted in clear terms as he seemed to tell her she still had one more orgasm in her. She didn’t believe it was humanly possible, but it appeared she was wrong.
Her feeling of shamed lust escalated to pleasure as he stroked her clit with irresistible skill. Ecstasy and rapturous release soon followed.
While she came apart, he kept her upright and pinned against him with that strong arm around her waist. Tamira was gasping through open lips, lips which he traced with fingers he’d lifted from her drenched sex. Reflexively, she sucked at those fingers, tasting her essences on them. Rafe growled his approval in her ear. “I own your desire, your every hidden, dirty little fantasy. You’re mine now, Tamira.”
Tamira could only moan, feeling him turn her head to the side with his hand on her chin, and crash his lips to hers.
…Much, much earlier, when they first arrived, Tamira had felt a little overwhelmed by the unfamiliar-looking furniture, apparatuses, and gear. The setting of the whole spread, however, was altogether elegant and ultramodern, though there was no mistaking what purpose the surroundings were for. It was to be their private erotic play space, a luxury bondage gallery with a series of rooms exhibiting the most thrilling items of sensual escapade.
“We don’t have to do anything, just look around,” Rafe had said, correctly reading her discomposure. “My initial plan was to simply give you a tour and ask your opinion anyway.”
“It’s amazing. And it’s not that I’m frightened, I just…” Tamira had lied—she did feel fear, but mostly at how much the sights around her triggered something dangerous and dark inside her. Something she wasn’t quite ready to admit to just yet. That she was afraid of that point of no return, where she’d lose more of herself than she could afford.
She turned to Rafe as he gathered her into his arms.
He cupped her face, ducking his head to meet her downward gaze. “I know, Tamira. However, these are just components, detailing if you will. They aren’t essential to what we can share. Tonight, all we need is you and me.”
And he was right. From that next moment when he drew her close and kissed her, Tamira already felt mastered, confined by invisible bonds only Rafe had the powers to wield.
No other man made her feel the way he did. In the coming weeks after that fateful night, as he guided her patiently through the thrilling dark maze of her submissive persona, Tamira acknowledged Rafe’s true hold on her.
Only, she began to convince herself that this was just a little adventure she might get bored with. And even if she didn’t, even when things came to an end between her and Rafe, she told herself she could always find ways to keep indulging in this newfound pursuit of the unknown. There would be other avenues, other lovers to explore this new world with, right?
She just never would have dreamed that in giving Rafe authority over her mind and body he would slowly begin to capture her heart as well. By the time she realized what was happening, it was already too late. How could she have been so foolish to think she could successfully keep holding herself in check? Some things, she soon realized, were never really in your power to determine…
Chapter Eleven
Few weeks into taking on the project, Tamira had to say it was her most exciting and challenging one yet. The Cavendish Group was putting a l
ot of attention on its athleisure brand department, and Tamira was definitely feeling as much pressure as the CEO, Rafe Cavendish.
For a clothing style that had taken everyone by storm since a few years now, Tamira was determined to bring something fresh and reviving to the game. The Cavendish vision for their brand was more high-end than mass market, and if possible she was about to get even the designer world to perk up and notice. Yep, she was planning to get the Cavendish brand as high fashion as any of the biggest names out there.
“I want shoppers to see this as more than just a trend. I can see a point where the brand can set those steep luxury prices to match even those designer labels. Am I aiming too high?” Tamira gave a smile to Rafe seated across from her. They were having one of their usual meetings with the rest of the team from his company and hers.
“You’re the fashion director. You’re in charge,” he said, returning the easy smile. A frisson of awareness rippled between them, undetectable by the others in the room.
Tamira shivered deep within. She had to admit she was intrigued by this new dynamic. It thrilled her that Rafe was privy to her innermost self, knowing she had different sides and that she could play out her submissive fantasies behind closed doors but maintain her assertive personality in everyday life.
It was fulfilling to know that your sexual choices could be distinct from other aspects of your lifestyle like work, friendships, and family. Tamira knew that like Rafe she definitely wanted to keep her kinky fixations in private where they belonged. As such, they both could keep their outward business interaction seeming as conventional as possible, no one ever guessing what they got up to whenever opportunity allowed.
However, Tamira found there was no way she could completely conceal the truth from Nisha. Nisha was surprised to discover they were in any way romantically linked, though Tamira was quick to correct her that there was no romance involved.
