Page 14 of Freak

“Then own it, but do so knowing that hurting you was the single most regrettable moment of my life… and that no one, not even the devil himself, will keep me from bowing to you, from protecting you from anything like that ever again.”

“Shut the fuck up,” I growled, slamming the bracelet on the table. Suddenly I felt entirely nude, my strong leather harness another humiliating mess. My bladder tossed inside me, twisted with a need to cross my legs. I couldn’t escape who I was or the fact that what he said had an effect on me. He loved me… and—damn it—when he said that out loud, it buckled every intention I had, every ounce of control I mustered from years of impenetrable anger. And what I hated more than what he just said, was what he made me feel, which was everything he described.

I loved him, too.

Always had.

“Yes, Ms. Evans.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Yes, Ms. Evans.”

“Stop!” I cursed, marching in his direction, reaching for his wrists. “I don’t want this anymore. This wasn’t part of the plan.”

“And what? You want to free me?” Rafael questioned into my ear as I leaned against his body, reaching for the leather strap.

“Yes. You can go. You can do whatever it is you?—”

Rafael’s hard body pushed me away as the wood bar above his head snapped from the yank of his strong arms, splintering into two thick halves.

I covered my mouth, my body still sticky from his sweat as I backed away from the closet, terrified by the enraged focus he dug into my eyes.

“Rafael… what are you doing?” I whimpered, as he dropped the bars of wood out from his hands and onto the old tile floor. They clunked with an echo, a hypnotizing roll of sound that competed with Rafael’s heavy steps and the dragging gold chain that scratched along the floor.

I leaned against the lab table, my bare ass chilled from its black metallic surface as Rafael met my face. He had me pinned, his shirt tattered from the rip, his big cock digging across my torso, hot and wet, bent and thrumming with blood.

I was deaf to the sound of my ringing heart, or maybe it was his? Both of our pulses beat in unison, making me want to cry and scream.

I was sure he was going to fuck me, that he was going to slip his fat dick right into my already wet pussy, but he hesitated, slowly, carefully, kneeling before me, dropping to his knees while bowing his head.

“This is what you want.” His lips purred at my thigh, grazing their softness down towards my heels. His large shoulders twisted into knots, perfect tan grooves of sculpted flesh. “This is my gift. Total submission, just for you. I’m yours, and I’ll be yours. Your protector, your servant. No safe word, no consent needed. Take me how you want, Ms. Evans… I am your fucking slave.”

Summer

Rafael held up the gold chain in the palm of his large hands, offering it to me, his head still held to the floor.

All this man—this power, this muscle—was relinquished into the small leather handle that I had just recently tied to the closet floor.

I let him hold it out, his arms tested by gravity, fighting to keep from falling. My leather harness twisted with the most delectable sound as I shifted away from the table, accepting the handle, twisting the gold chain around my fist.

This was what I dreamed of, of what had been burning through my veins for over a decade. “You’re still my bad boy, aren’t you?” I chewed into my lip, wrapping the chain around his neck.

“So, fucking bad, Ms. Evans,” he growled as I yanked on the chain, pulling his attention to my eyes as his knees still sat fixed onto the tile.

“Only good boys get to fuck… and since you’re my little slave, you’ll prep me for someone more deserving, won’t you?” I fisted a grip of his lush black hair, digging into his roots for complete control. “Won’t you?” I tugged harder as he grunted.

“Yes… Ms. Evans.”

I smiled, slipping my ass up onto the table, spreading my legs, but digging my heels into his thighs. He winced.

“You’ll lick this pussy good… You’ll get me ready for a cock—any cock that is—of my choosing, and my choosing alone.” I tugged on the gold chain, constricting the long vein of his thick muscular neck. “The harder I pull, the faster you lick. You understand?”

He nodded, his grin as sinister as it was rewarding, my perfect devil on his knees.

I muscled the hold of hair I had, plunging his head between my legs, simultaneously yanking the gold chain as hard as I could.

I couldn’t help but moan, my breath hitched by the warmth of Rafael’s tongue parting my lips, from the hum his throat carried up to my clit.

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