Page 23 of Guarding the Shadows
“Either … any … I-I mean all,” she stammered, like me dominating her thoughts was almost enough to make her lose her mind.
“What happened to the girl full of sass?” I asked, pulling my head back to look at her.
“Oh, she’s still here … I’m just gathering my scattered thoughts,” she said in a tone that suggested she was surprised by my effect on her.
“Alright, I’ll bite. But you’re gonna need to show me that you really want what I have to offer. So you can start by stripping out of this dress, and then you can strip me naked.”
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Beth
I’d never been dominated before, not by a few choice orders and a carefully placed hand. My heart leapt to my throat when he ordered me to undress him. The fire in Raff’s eyes warned me that he wouldn’t be an easy lover, and the way he commanded my undivided attention will burn in my mind forever.
“Everything … take the panties off too … in fact, give them to me,” he ordered, opening and closing his hand for me to pass them over. A bolt of electricity stung in my chest when an adrenaline rush took over, and I found myself flush in embarrassment when I considered the garment he wanted wasn’t just damp, it was drenched. When I stalled with my thumbs in the waistband, contemplating if I could do what he asked, I almost jumped out of my skin when he became impatient. “Now, Beth.”
Slipping out of the panties, I balled them up, practically trying to tuck in the large wet patch before I gave them to him. “Good girl. Now turn, bend over and take off those sexy shoes,” he instructed.
Thankful for the chance not to face him before he noticed my arousal he held in his large palm, I did what he asked. As I began to crouch to take my shoes off, Raff’s strong arms slid under my arms and he dragged my body up until my legs were straight. “That’s cheating, Beth, I can’t see your pussy and asshole if you’re pointing the goods at the floor.”
My jaw dropped as I glanced over my shoulder, ready to admonish him, but a sharp crack rang out simultaneously with a sudden stinging pain on my ass cheek. I stopped again, stunned that he’d spanked me. “You’re taking too long. My cock’s going to punch a hole in my pants if you don’t get me out of them soon.”
Moving faster, I took my stilettos off, straightened up and turned around to face him. I was vaguely conscious of his belt buckle clinking as I quickly undid it, then with shaky hands I undid the zipper. By then Raff’s impatience must have reached its limit when he threw a hand over his shoulder, and pulled his T-shirt off in one fluid movement.
The second his zipper was undone he slid his hands over mine to stop me, pushed them away and shoved his pants down his legs himself.
His cock, like the rest of him, was perfect, thick, long and circumcised, with a raging purple head that oozed a tiny bead of pre-cum. “So, it wasn’t a gun or a sock in your pocket after all?” I said, finding my nerve and my tongue.
He chuckled. “Ah, there she is,” he said, sliding both hands up my cheeks and into my hair. His fists tightened, straining two handfuls of my locks, before his eyes grew darker. “You had me worried for a while there, Beth.”
“Worried?” I asked, pissed at how breathy the word had come out.
“Yeah. You know this is a bad idea, right?”
“It is?”
“It is for me. If Levi finds out about this, he’ll tie my nuts in a sock and beat me senseless with them.”
“Oh, he’ll find out,” I warned, “so you’d better have a good excuse, or he’ll fire your ass,” I suggested, smiling wickedly.
Raff grinned, flashing his perfect teeth and shook his head like he couldn’t believe what he was about to say. “Then fuck it, we’d best make the most of this because I’d hate to regret losing my job for something that wasn’t worth it.”
21
Raff
My dick bounced with the squeal of delight that fell from Beth’s mouth when I dipped my knees and lifted her effortlessly onto my body. As she clung on with her arms around my neck, her legs immediately opened and wrapped tightly around me. Staggering blindly, I looked for a surface and stopped when her back bumped against the door. As she let out a sexy grunt, I buried my face in her neck and immediately felt a fresh gush of her arousal coat my belly.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” she admitted. It should have been my line, but I struggled to admit that to myself because of my misplaced loyalty to Gwen.
“My dad always said, ‘good things come to those who wait’,” I muttered playfully.
“Is your dad as hot as you? If not, can we not quote any parents, pets or anything else that’s going to dilute your charisma while we’re doing this?”
I laughed. “So, you think I’m charismatic?” I muttered, licking my tongue up her neck.
“Oh, God. I think I’ll pass out just from this and miss the main event.”
I chuckled again. “I never knew you were this funny,” I said, but knew that wasn’t true.
