“I don't use it often. The Internet is faster for learning the news and about the world, but I do watch a movie from time to time,” Rafe replies. “Netflix and chill once in a while?”
I laugh and step closer, putting my arms around his neck and kissing him again. “Sounds like fun,” I murmur between pecks on his lips. “Maybe next time?”
I'm surprised that I'm already talking to him about a next date, but it just makes sense. I want him, or at least parts of me do, and it’s the side of me that I’ve sorely missed. We continue our tour through the sparse but ultra-clean kitchen and dining area to the first bedroom, which Rafe outfitted as a personal study. “I've never had a reason to have this outfitted as a real bedroom.”
“You still don't,” I say, squeezing his hand. “Unless you sleep in a twin-sized bed.”
We turn left and reach a laundry room area and steps leading to what I guess is the garage. “What's in there?” I ask, reaching for the door. Rafe reaches out and takes my hand, freezing me. “What?”
“Shawnie, the garage is . . . well, it's outfitted for play,” he says quietly, his meaning of play immediately clear. “I'm not saying that you and I can't play there, but tonight, I don’t want that. Can we save the garage for another time?”
I stop, shocked. So this is what's drawn me to him, the inherent knowledge that Rafe, deep down inside, also likes dominance and submission. And there's no way he's a submissive like me. “And you're a dom.”
“I am,” Rafe says, his eyes radiating power. Magnetic? The pull from his aura is so strong it could change the course of planets. “And if you choose to submit, I’ll push you hard. I think you should already know that about me. But that isn't on the table tonight.”
I nod, taking my hand off the knob. “Of course, sir. I was just curious why your cherry Jag is parked in the driveway instead of inside. And as for playing . . .”
Knowing that he deserves the title of sir thrills me, and I can see in his eyes that he understands it. He nods, also understanding my silence, my nervousness because of how dangerous BDSM can be. Although he doesn’t know how dangerous it is for someone like me, a girl who’s been through what I’ve been through. He cups my cheek and strokes my hair reassuringly, sending a fresh wave of comfort and desire through me with the way he looks at me. “If . . . no, when we go in there, it will be different. But no matter what, it’ll be respectful and you will have a safe word . . . when the time is right.”
His words strike a chord deep inside me and I step closer to kiss him again, our tongues caressing each other. “I don't want a drink, or coffee, or ice cream or whatever else. Take me to your bed please, sir. Unless you want me in the shower. I can do the shower too.”
Rafe surprises me by picking me up, carrying me like I'm a feather through the house and to his bedroom, laying me gently on the black silk sheets. I look around and see that it's huge, a California King sized mattress and the most luxurious bed I've ever lain in. “I don't worry about the outer trappings,” Rafe explains, looking around at the walls of his house. “I don't need four thousand square feet or ten acres of land. My tastes are very different from that. What I need . . . is you.”
“You have me,” I reply, sitting up and taking off my t-shirt at the same time Rafe pulls off his. I'm amazed at what I see. I've never seen him without his shirt on before. Always around the office, he wore at least a regular t-shirt that hinted, but never showed everything he has.
Now, though, I can see him in all his glory, with lean, round, beautiful muscles that flow like a work of art through his torso, each one outlined against his skin which seems to glow with an inner light. There's a light bit of hair on his stomach, but the rest of him is hairless, and it looks naturally so. On his chest, above his heart, is a tattooed logo, one that I have never seen before. It looks like a key with wings, but very stylized. I get on my knees and crawl forward, reaching out.
“What is that?” I ask, and Rafe looks down, taking my hand and putting it on his warm, smooth skin. My God, he feels good, even smoother and tauter than I'd ever thought possible. Mr. Perfect? He's more than that, he's like the epitome of what a man is supposed to be. If he didn't exist, only God alone could make him.
“Don't worry about that. It’s a long story. I’ll tell you about it later. Tonight’s about you.”
I nod, climbing off the bed to reach up and kiss the tattoo, sighing as I feel his heart beat beneath my lips. I kiss higher until I find Rafe's lips again, and we slowly explore each other, my hands running over his chest and back, marveling at the feeling of his strong body and slowly roughening caress on my back as his desire builds and he starts to take control.
I can feel the fire building inside both of us as he pulls me tighter, claiming me. He nibbles down my neck, the little nips both painful and ecstatic. “Mmm . . . you're leaving marks.”
“That's because you're mine now,” Rafe murmurs against my neck as his hands leave my back to explore me. He moves around my body, pressing himself against my back as he cups my breasts through my bra, pushing me against the wall and pressing me, his power undeniable, possessing me, and inside, both sides of me flare in desire. “You will obey?”
“Yes sir,” I whisper, rewarded with an electric tweak of my nipples that nearly buckles my knees it feels so good. My pussy is throbbing, and I don't even have my pants off yet. I just want him so badly already.
Rafe's fingers are sensitive, the touch of a virtuoso as he continues to stroke and explore my curves, and when he undoes my bra, I hum, shrugging my shoulders forward to let the cups free. I can see my scars, but for once, I'm not ashamed at all as I pose in front of him, my hands covering my nipples.
“You’re the most beautiful creature I have ever seen in my life,” Rafe says, reaching forward and brushing a lock of my hair out of my face. He steps back and undoes the button on his jeans, then stops, looking up at me. “Well?”
“Yes, sir,” I happily answer, kneeling down to unzip his jeans and push them down his legs. I'm shocked at the size of the bulge in his underpants and I’m excited as I hook the waistband and ease them down his muscular thighs. His cock springs out, nearly smacking me in the face it's so long and thick. He's even bigger than I thought he'd be, with only a light dusting of hair around the base. My mouth goes dry. I'm struck by his absolute perfection. Finally, I look up into his teasing but reassuring eyes and clear my throat. “Perfect.”
Rafe smiles and holds his hand down, pulling me to my feet and taking me in his arms, kissing me deeply. My hands thrill at exploring the textures and muscles of his skin, sliding over the muscles and feeling his immense cock pressed against my stomach. I reach down to take him in my hand, but he stops me. “Not yet. You're still wearing pants.”
I look down, forgetting I still have jeans on, and reach for the button at the waistband, but Rafe stops me. “My turn.”
He picks me up again like I'm little more than a feather to lightly toss me the short distance to the bed, a surprised yelp coming from me as I land, bouncing on the soft surface.
Rafe stalks toward the bed like a panther on two legs, crawling up from the foot to hover over my stomach. “Shawnie . . .”
“Rafe . . . may I ask?” I start, and he nods. “No protection, please. I promise, I'm clean.”
“For you . . . I'll make an exception,” Rafe says, unbuttoning my jeans and easing them down my hips. He takes me in as he gets them off, his eyes admiring my legs. He spreads them wide, taking in my panties, which are a much sexier style than my bra, and he kisses my belly button, making me giggle before pushing lower.
Anticipation and desire fill my body with every kiss that he gives me, moving lower and lower as he pulls my panties down until my pussy is exposed to him. He looks at the glistening wetness in the light of the bedroom. “Looks like you’re good and ready.”
Rafe tosses my panties aside, cupping my pussy and making me gasp as he comes back up to kiss my lips, crushing me into the bed with the strength of his
desire. His fingers rub my pussy lips as I reach down and cup his heavy, perfect balls. I feel him grow even harder against my forearm, and I can't wait anymore. I take my hand from his balls, shocked when I can barely wrap my fingers around the thick base of his cock. I've never had a real man this thick, and glancing down, I'm shocked at how long he looks from this angle. “Holy fuck.”
“That's the idea.” Rafe chuckles and kisses down my neck, licking my skin, electricity running from my toes to my fingertips with each sweep of his tongue on me. His fingers slip inside me and my back arches, trying to push my breasts toward his mouth while at the same time, I'm shocked, thrilled by the feeling of the heel of his hand grinding on my clit while his fingers tease against the entrance to my pussy. Rafe buries his head between my breasts before taking my right nipple in his mouth and devouring me hungrily, setting me on fire.
“Sir . . .” I moan as he sucks my nipple between his lips while at the same time he slips another finger inside me. It feels so good, his finger stroking just inside my pussy, finding my g-spot and rubbing lightly while his lips and tongue melt my breast. It's so immense and powerful and different from what I usually end up doing on weekends. There's no kink needed, no craziness. He's getting me high with arousal just from this. I feel wetness coating his finger and running down the insides of my thighs, amazing and wonderful.
Rafe's doing something different than any other man I've ever been with as he continues to kiss and suck on my skin, his finger still curling slowly inside me, ripples of pleasure running through me with every sweep against my g-spot. His body is touching me in so many areas, he's almost pressed against me but it's nearly feather light, and as we move, my entire body is lit up with sensation. I've never felt this good before, but I'm nowhere close to coming. It's like he knows what he's doing. He's casting a magic spell that is making me his. He wants me. I can feel his hands trembling with the desire to go faster, to be rougher, but something is holding him back. While the demon doesn't like it, the rest of me is overjoyed.
Rafe pulls me over on top of him, and I lean in, kissing him before I lift up, reaching down and taking his cock in my hand. I bring him up, keeping our bodies pressed together while I position him at the entrance to my pussy. He's so big that just settling back down spreads me open without my trying, even though I'm still nowhere near his hips again. “Going slow is going to be so hard.”
“It'll be worth it,” Rafe reassures. I do my best, lowering myself slowly, using his lips as a guide. When I can't kiss his lips anymore because of the difference in our height, I slide back more, groaning deeply as he fills me fully and completely. Nothing has ever felt this way, totally completing me.
I keep our bodies still pressed together, my nipples dragging over his skin as I slowly lift and lower myself on his cock while I nuzzle against his neck. Looking up, I can see Rafe looking into my eyes, the startling blue reassuring me while my body is jolted with the electricity from his cock filling me again and again. “Rafe . . . what magic is it you have?”
“You'll see,” Rafe says, putting his hands on my waist, resting them as I ride him. We go so slowly, it's like something I've never felt before. Lifting and lowering my hips, I open myself to him with more than just my body. There's no pain, no sharpness, none of the things that I've felt for the past year plus. Instead, there’s the amazing warmth that builds inside my pussy and grows and grows, my mind being swept away and a light building inside me. I've never felt this good before, and Rafe notices, encouraging me with slight thrusts of his cock up into me to go faster. “It's okay, Shawnie. Come when you want.”
I lift up, missing the contact but needing the chance to move the way my body demands so that I can quench this rabid thirst for his cock inside me. I ride him, up and down, faster and faster, every nerve inside me sparking over and over, sending jolts up my spine. I can't believe it. It just keeps getting better, and I throw my head back, moaning thickly as my pussy clenches and squeezes the throbbing, hot cock inside me. Again and again, I lift and plunge myself, amazed and shocked. I haven't come from being 'on top' since Georgia, but Rafe's got me trembling. I just need it with every fiber of my being, the thirst for his body not dying but growing. I try to go faster but I can't. My legs won't move anymore, the muscles can't lift and drop any faster, and I growl in frustration, wanting more. “Sir . . . please . . .”
Rafe’s hands tighten, freezing me at the top of my lift, where the head of his cock is just inside me. His strength is amazing. I don't think I could move even if I wanted to, and his hips move, fast, powerful thrusts that drive his cock deep within me at lightning speed, our hips smacking together with sharp slaps, sending even more pleasure and feelings through me. The waves of ecstasy I felt before increase, faster and larger, a tidal wave building up inside me until I pitch forward, holding myself up on his chest while his cock hammers inside me, hard and totally in tune to what I need right now. I'm groaning, caught on the edge but unable to go over until I hear the words from him.
“Now, Shawnie . . .” Rafe grunts, his hips somehow speeding up even more. I'm driven, pushed over the edge into coming, my pussy exploding with pleasure. Pure white light fills my body and I cry out, and I anticipate him coming as well, but it doesn't happen. I look down at him, shocked as he pulls me to him, a fire in his eyes. “Now it's my turn.”
He pulls out of me and pushes me face down onto the bed and gets behind me. He grabs my wrists, pulling my arms back a little to hold on to, and thrusts, his cock sliding deep inside my still quivering pussy and cutting off my words with a deep moan.
“I told you, I have deep, powerful desires. Now you get to feel them.” Rafe drives his hips forward, his cock almost tearing me open he's so fast and strong, and a new thrill runs through me. Before, he was holding back, and deep inside, I knew it even as I was taken to a level of pleasure I've never felt before. Now I have the real Rafe, powerful and dominant behind me, fucking me hard and for all he's worth, his cock slamming again and again into me. It hurts, but it's the good kind of hurt, the hurt that turns into a pleasure that leaves my eyes rolling back into my skull as he pounds into me. “You like that?”
“F–fuck me,” I beg, my animal side being released. “Fuck me, please.”
Rafe rumbles, letting go of my wrists and grabbing me by the hair and pulling my head back, his cock deep inside me as he growls in my ear. “You're mine now, Shawnie.”
“Yours, sir . . .” I gasp, something inside me whispering I've heard this before. I don't know where, but it doesn't matter. It's totally true as Rafe kisses my neck in triumph before grabbing my arms again and pushing me harder into the bed, my face and chest driven into the soft surface as he pounds me from behind, his cock sending fresh explosions through my body as he rubs against my g-spot with the thick, veiny shaft. I feel another orgasm building inside me and I grunt, trying to push back futilely. “Rafe . . .”
He’s trembling now, his body vibrating like a guitar string as he drives into me, and I feel his cock swell. With a literal howl of triumph, he comes, his cock slamming deep into me one last time and exploding, his hot release triggering a second climax for me, and I scream, the sheets and pillows absorbing most of the sound while I'm carried away even higher than last time. Time freezes, and I hear a small, tiny voice inside me whisper that this is what I want, but I don't know which voice of the menagerie inside me is saying it. I’m too caught up in the moment.
“How'd you know?”
We're lying in bed, the dawn's early light filtering through the curtain on the window, my right hand rubbing Rafe's chest slowly and feeling his heart beat slow and sure under my fingertips. After such titanic sex, there was no way I could go home, and Rafe kept me in his arms all night as we slept together. Now it's five thirty, and I woke up a few minutes ago to both comfort and surprise. I can't help myself from studying his face and whispering softly.
Rafe, who's probably still trying to find a few extra minutes of sleep, hums before he turns his head and
opens his eyes, the deep blue capturing me again in an instant. I can see it—he wasn't sleeping. He was just being quiet, letting me have sleep or a chance to have some peace. “What's that?”
“I asked how you knew about what turns me on?” I ask softly, and Rafe shifts, putting both arms around me.
“There are several reasons, Shawnie. I promised you last night that I would tell you all of them when the time is right.”
“And is now the right time?” I ask, and Rafe chuckles, shaking his head slightly. It annoys me a little, and I’m sure he sees it. “Well, what time is it then?”
“Right now, it’s time for you to wake up, get a shower, and I'll make you breakfast. You have class at nine, and I've got a department meeting at eight forty five and an undergrad class at ten thirty.”
“What about your new TA?” I ask, and Rafe shrugs.
“He quit on me. I didn't even fire him. He just up and quit last week. The Dean isn't upset about it at least,” Rafe says with a small laugh. “Know any good people who want to be a TA? Curly hair, sandy eyes, and a body that'll drive me to distraction all the time in the office are highly sought after qualities.”
I shake my head, smiling. “Sorry. I've got a good job right now.”
After a scrumptious breakfast of fluffy scrambled eggs with toast while Rafe drinks something that looks and smells like slightly green mud for some reason, he drives me back to Stanford, dropping me off two blocks from campus at my request. Yeah, it's not against the rules now, but I still don't want to cause either of us to run into problems.
I reach my Miata and see that the campus cops have left one of their 'just checking' notes that they do, a nice little gesture in a lot of ways. My bag with my laptop is still in my trunk, and I take it out. I don't have the books for my nine o'clock class, but it's pretty much a space out course and I know the material cold already. Actually, I'm looking forward to this afternoon, another day in the lab where I get to see Rafe . . .
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