by Anne, Melody
“Your lesson hasn’t even come close to being learned, Rafe,” she purred. She lifted her hands and began undoing the buttons on his shirt.
When the last one was undone and she’d parted the material, her nails trailed over his firm chest, and she couldn’t resist leaning forward and running her tongue across his hard nipples, grazing them with her teeth and drinking in the musky flavor of his skin.
She left his cuff links in, then inspiration hit. She circled around him and pulled his arms tight behind his back.
“What the hell?” he gasped as she grabbed the ends of his shirt and looped it together, securing his hands in the cuffs of his shirt as she wrapped the rest of the material snuggly in place.
“Whatever I want — remember, Rafe,” she said and gave a tug.
“I swear by all that’s holy, Ari…” he cried out as he tugged back against her impromptu restraint.
“Would you like to stop, Rafe? Do you need a ‘safe word’?” She mocked him, enjoying herself too much.
“You’re a witch,” he said as she circled back around.
“Name-calling, Rafe? That really doesn’t become you,” she said with a laugh.
“Paybacks are hell, Ari,” he said, his eyes narrowing.
She leaned against him, her hands running along his sides. “I’m looking forward to it,” she whispered, smiling as his whole body shuddered.
Lifting her hands again, Ari undid Rafe’s belt, pulling the leather from his body, then running it through her hands. As she doubled it up, Rafe’s eyes rounded at the clear intent in her eyes. “Don’t you dare,” he called out too late.
Ari lifted the belt and flicked it across his covered backside, not hard, but enough to make a smacking sound. When she circled back around, Rafe’s eyes were large with shock at her audacity.
“Oh, Ari. You are in serious trouble,” he said, but the excitement shining in the depths of his eyes had her stomach doing somersaults.
She’d just opened a door that she knew she could never close again. Instead of being afraid, she was elated beyond her wildest dreams. Yes, “regular” sex was great, but Rafe had shown her that adding a bit of kink brought about so much more.
He’d stretched her boundaries and made her see new worlds in the adventures he’d taken her on. She still wanted those amazingly slow moments of making love for hours with nothing but the two of them, but she also wanted other things. She liked the bonds, the contraptions he’d come up with. She liked the feel of fur striking her skin, making her come hard and fast, or slow and long.
She liked…more.
Instead of answering him, she let the belt fall, and she undid his pants, dropping to her knees so she could take off his shoes and then toss his pants away. She left him standing before her in nothing but a pair of tight black underwear, the front of which was wet from his obvious excitement.
She pulled them away from his hips, and his erection sprang free, standing thick and long in front of her face. She didn’t hesitate, but leaned forward and took the wide head into her mouth, tasting him on her tongue as he shuddered.
“I’m going to fall, Ari,” he said as his knees trembled.
She released him, looking up at his strained face, sweat beading on his brow.
Ari had done this. She’d made this big strong man tremble with need, made him weak. Euphoria surged through her at the power she had gained over him.
Standing up, she led him to the bed, where she had him sit down, then she kneeled in front of him and gripped his arousal in her hand.
“You taste so good, Rafe,” she said as she swiped her tongue from the base of him, all the way to the head of his arousal before sucking him inside her mouth again.
Rafe leaned back, his arms trapped beneath him as she began sucking him deeper into her mouth, rubbing her hand up and down the bottom of his member and squeezing it to bring him more pleasure.
She was so wet, so turned on by the sounds of pleasure issuing from his throat.
“Please, Ari. I don’t want to come like this,” he gritted as his hips jerked.
“I don’t want you to, either, Rafe. I want to be riding you when you release,” she said as she reluctantly set his arousal free from her hot mouth.
Helping Rafe sit back up, she grabbed the tie from around her neck and began trailing the end over his body, running the soft material along his pecs, his abs, and his throbbing staff.
He jerked as her mouth followed, licking and sucking on his skin all the way from his neck to his legs, and then back up again, pausing as she kissed along his erection for several moments.
“Mmm, you taste so good, Rafe. I think I could enjoy doing nothing but licking your flesh all night long,” she said as she circled his stomach, sucking on the tight skin there.
“I’m about done with this, Ari,” he growled as he pulled against the shirt tying his hands.
“What’s the matter, Rafe? Am I not satisfying you?” she teased as she ran her tongue along his moistened arousal, making him jerk.
“I want to taste you. Fair is fair,” he said, the end of his remark a groan as she sucked his tip hard, scraping her teeth along the head.
“Yes, it is quite fun tasting you, devouring your body. I think I’ll do this a while longer,” she said with a smile before sucking him in deep.
“Enough!” he cried.
She looked up and smiled, loving it as she watched him lose control. Ari was aching as she teased him, but it was so worth the pain.
Her eyes widened as she watched the muscles bulge in his arms. A glint entered his eyes as she heard the expensive material of his shirt begin to rip. Knowing he was about to escape, Ari jumped back, but it was too late.
Rafe was free, and his arms snaked out and grabbed her, lust and excitement gazing back at her.
“You’ve had your fun. Now it’s my turn,” he said as he flipped her over onto her back, laid her on the bed and kissed her with all the built-up passion of the last hour.
“That’s not in the rules,” she warned him when he released her mouth. But there was no heat behind her words. She was too turned on by the man molding his body to hers.
“The rules just changed,” he growled.
Gripping her hands, he grabbed the tie that was still hanging around her neck and turned her over onto her stomach, stretching her arms above her head and quickly securing her to his bedpost.
Ari’s blood felt as if it were boiling as he took hold of her bra straps and ripped them away, leaving her back bare before him. His hands pressed down on her back, kneading her muscles as he began kissing her neck, his tongue moving with a sweet roughness across her skin.
She cried out in pleasure as he sucked on her flesh, his teeth grazing her in the most devastating way. “Yes, Rafe, take me,” she demanded. Now that the tables were turned, she wanted nothing but his strong, thick manhood inside her.
Right now!
“Oh, no, Ari. I want your taste on my tongue. I want to make you sweat like you did to me, tit for tat,” he said as his lips moved down her back, causing goose bumps to spring out across her skin.
His tongue trailed down her spine, and his fingers ran beneath the elastic of her panties. Then he nipped the skin at the top of her buttocks, squeezing them in his hands as his mouth trailed down each side.
His hot breath nearly caused her to overheat when he lifted her hips, placing her on her knees before him, his mouth never leaving her skin.
Spreading her thighs, he ran his tongue down the seam of her thong panties, his hot mouth licking her core through the fabric.
“Take them off,” she demanded, but he ignored her words. His mouth lavished attention on the outside of her core, sucking the swollen lips into his mouth before releasing them and running his tongue along the fabric again, then biting one buttock.
“I’m in charge now, Ari. You will do what I say,” he said, authority clearly in his tone, making her stomach squeeze tight.
She felt the bed shift as he rose a
bove her, then she gasped when she felt his thickness cradled in the cleft of her backside as he ran its head all the way down, then rested it on the outside of her core.
She jerked her hips toward him, wanting him inside her now. How had she ever thought she’d win this game? She’d known she wouldn’t. This was what she’d wanted all along. She’d wanted him taking charge, owning her body.
His hand came down in a light slap on her derrière. “That’s payback,” he said as his fingers gripped her hips tightly while he pushed against her.
Even the slight sting excited her. She’d known the door she was opening, and she was more than willing to step through it. Rafe would never hurt her, never do more than she wanted. With a startling realization, she knew beyond a doubt that she trusted him.
“Mmm, I’ll have my turn again,” she promised.
Rafe laughed a pure, deep, beautiful sound. “I’m sure you will,” he admitted.
Then the fabric of her panties tore, and there was no more speaking. His arousal was poised at her core, and she pushed against him, frustrated when he didn’t thrust forward.
“Who’s in charge, Ari?” he asked, his voice deceptively quiet.
“I am,” she stubbornly answered, then groaned when he pulled back.
“Wrong answer, Ari. Who’s in charge?” he asked again.
She knew this was a pivotal moment, a moment she could either go forward and have pure pleasure, or stubbornly defy him and be left aching. There was no doubt.
“You, Rafe,” she cried, silently adding for now, then lost her breath when he slammed fully inside her.
So deep. He was so deep, stretching the swollen folds of her core with his thickness.
Before she could draw in needed air, he pulled out and slammed into her again, his hips hitting against her backside, rocking her forward with the force of his thrusts.
She came undone, her body letting go in releases of wave after wave of pleasure. He continued thrusting inside her, rocking forward slowly as he helped draw out her orgasm, which continued on and on.
When he felt her grip let go, he grabbed her hips hard again and began thrusting with new momentum, his hips slapping her ass as he groaned.
“So tight. Such a good fit. You are so hot,” he growled as he thrust in and out of her, building her up to her second release. Yes, Rafe could make her come repeatedly, make her body sing until there was nothing left inside her.
Only Rafe.
When he bent over her, his hands coming around to hold the weight of her swaying breasts, Ari let go again, her body convulsing around him, making him stiffen as he cried out his own pleasure.
She felt him pulsing inside her, felt the strong stream of his release wash through her. Yes, this was what she wanted.
This pleasure — day and night — forever.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Rachel
Rachel looked at the stick again and then at the box. Not believing what she was seeing, she looked at the three other similar sticks.
“No. No. No. We were careful,” she said to herself.
Looking down at the four different brands of pregnancy tests, she was horrified to discover that they were all saying the exact same thing.
She was going to have a baby.
“This can’t be happening.”
She knew that talking to herself probably wasn’t the best idea in her current situation — she was already freaking out horribly — but she needed to say the words, needed to hear them.
Yes, she’d had an affair with a stranger, but they’d used protection every single time. Every time! How could she possibly have gotten pregnant?
In the back of her head, she could hear her eighth-grade health teacher preaching that condoms weren’t foolproof prevention against pregnancy — that accidents could and did happen and you could get pregnant or catch a disease even when using them.
But she’d been careful.
It didn’t matter that she knew the facts of life. She was in no way ready to be a mother. How could she possibly raise another human being when she wasn’t grown up herself? She might be twenty-six now, but that was still young.
First, she was supposed to prove herself by having a dream job, which turned out to be anything but a dream. She absolutely hated it, which didn’t help. Next, in her idea of what the future held, she was going to be on her own, no parents or siblings interfering in her life, and take some time to really live it up.
When all of that was finished, she would consider entering a serious relationship. She even had it written on paper. Nowhere in any of her plans did a baby enter into the picture. Especially with a stranger for whom she didn’t even have a last name.
Oh, her parents were going to kill her. Rafe was going to kill her. She was going to murder herself!
Looking again at the tests, anger rose inside her, and then died down. There was no use in crying about it, or berating herself. The situation was as it was. She wouldn’t even consider ending the pregnancy, and she knew she couldn’t give the child up, so it appeared that she was going to be a single mother.
After the initial shock and disappointment wore off, she knew she’d have the full support of her family. They were always there for each other, even when one of them royally screwed up. Not that any of them had done something this foolish.
It was really going to suck to tell them she was not only pregnant, but also had no idea who the father really was. Even thinking about the conversation hurt her head.
Knowing that she needed to have this confirmed, if for nothing else than her sanity, Rachel found a doctor and made an appointment for later that week.
Deciding it best just to go on with her days until she went in, she kept herself busy. It was hard not to think about the very likely fact that she was going to be a mother, but she went to work, tried to keep busy, and waited for the week to go by.
After the appointment, she waited for the blood test results to come in. A couple of days later, the doctor called.
Congrats. Single motherhood in only seven months.
Before the call could even fully register in her brain, there was a knock on her door. Almost in a trancelike state, Rachel opened it, then nearly fell over.
“Hello, Rachel.”
“How…how did you know how to find me?” she gasped.
“I’ve had you followed for the last couple of months. There was no way I would leave the situation we were in without keeping an eye out for you. As soon as you were seen by a doctor, I made my way here.”
Standing before her was Ian, but he looked different. He was wearing different clothes, powerful clothes. He didn’t look like the man she’d met on the beach.
“You had me followed?” It was taking her brain a few minutes to catch up to what he was saying to her. Too many things had hit her at one time. Why in the world would he have her followed? She immediately became concerned.
She didn’t really know this man — not at all. She’d spent a week with him, had great sex and then went on her way. If he was someone who would follow her afterward, she wasn’t sure what he was capable of.
Her home was a small rustic cottage. Yes, she had neighbors, but before anyone could reach her, he could do whatever he wanted. Truly, she knew nothing about him, just that his name was Ian and that he was one hell of a lover — apparently he had pretty powerful sperm, too, if they could break through latex!
“Of course I had you followed. My good servant Harold has been working with you at the embassy. You made it very easy for me to keep track,” he said with a smirk.
Rachel felt as if she had been punched in the gut. Her “friend” Harold had befriended her only because he was being paid to do it. It seemed she couldn’t trust anyone. Before she had a chance to respond, his next words took her breath away.
“I discovered a broken condom. I had to make sure a child wasn’t produced. Apparently we have created one,” he said calmly as he looked down at her still flat stomach.
R
aising her hand protectively without realizing it, she stared back at him through the doorway to her home. Though she hadn’t wanted to be a mother, didn’t even know where to begin in being one, she knew she must protect this child growing inside of her. Why would he care if she were pregnant or not, though? None of this made sense. They’d had a weeklong affair. That should have been the end of it.
“I…I’m confused” were the words she finally managed to get past her trembling lips. This was all too much.
“I guess it’s time we formally introduce ourselves. Hello, Rachel Palazzo. I am Adriano, king of Corythia. The child you carry is the royal heir.”
There was no fluctuation in his voice; he delivered a flat statement.
It took a few moments for his words to register, and then her hand lifted involuntarily and she slapped Ian straight across the cheek. He stumbled back a step and looked at her in complete shock.
Raising his hand to his face, he felt his cheek as if he couldn’t believe what had just happened. Rachel had a feeling the so-called king had never been hit before. Well, it was long past time, she thought snidely.
“I am done with this conversation. You may come back when I’m not so flipping pissed off,” she said, and she began to close the door in his face.
Her emotions had been over the top for the past week, and to have this man show up unannounced and tell her that he’d had her followed was sending her over the edge.
Ian regained his composure quickly. He put out a hand to stop her, then pushed his way into her small home, making the place seem even smaller with his six-foot-four frame invading it.
“Do you realize what could happen to you for such an offense if we were back home?” he said, looking coldly into her eyes. “You have assaulted the sovereign.”
“Well, we aren’t back at your home, King Adriano, so I guess I don’t have to worry about it,” Rachel said, emphasizing his name with sarcasm. No, she didn’t believe his cock-and-bull claim of being a king, but still, she was pretty ticked off at his audacity. This was the man who was the father of her child.
