Page 162 of A Broody Mate for the Human
“Do you want to play?” I ask seductively.
Something in Raffy’s eyes flashes. “As long as it’s my favorite game.”
I smirk. “It’s even better than that.” I take him by his hand, leading him to our bed. Raffy eyes me curiously and expectantly. Before he can pull me back into his arms, I take a step back.
Raffy tilts his head. “What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking… we have this infamous list to work through, don’t we?” I smile innocently at him. “What better night to do it than today?”
Something flickers in his eyes, and he licks his lips. Soon, a hint of doubt shines through. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he mutters.
“But I want you to hurt me,” I whisper as I step closer and brush over his arms. “I want to forget everything that happened today, at least for a few hours, just like you want to forget them.”
Raffy stares at me. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, but only if you want it to,” I tell him. “If you don’t want to, we can just do our usual thing.”
Raffy looks at me for a long moment before a smirk curls his lips. “Undress,” Raffy commands.
And we’re playing.
I easily shimmy out of my clothes. I contemplate giving him a seductive striptease, but the glint in his eyes tells me that he is impatient as fuck today, so I decide to save it for the next time. I toss my clothes aside and grab the bag from the lingerie shop. I leave the other toys I bought in it, except for a pair of soft handcuffs. “I thought you were going shopping for clothes,” Raffy says, amused.
I smirk. “Oh, I did.” I walk towards him, flashing him an innocent gaze. “For the next time.”
Like a flash, Raffy approaches me, grabs me by the back of my head, and smashes our lips against each other. I open my lips willingly, feeling how his tongue pushes past my lips and instantly entangles mine in a battle for dominance, which I have no chance of winning. I wrap my legs around Raffy’s middle while he grabs me by my hips, lifts me up, and pushes me against the wall, kissing me until I have to stop and gasp for air.
I hand him the cuffs without further words before he tightens the grip of his arms around me and carries me to our bed. He has me on my knees while he cuffs my hands to the backrest. A feeling of sweet anxiety starts to pool in my stomach. I feel vulnerable being naked with my hands tied, and it should scare me, but instead I can only feel my excitement grow.
In the far back corner of my mind, there is the nagging thought that something is wrong with me for enjoying this, but I push it away fast. Nothing’s wrong with me for wanting this. Raffy manhandles me into the position he wants, yanking my hips up and pushing my back down until I rest on my elbows. His warm hand glides over my naked ass.
“When I ask you a question, I need a verbal answer,” Raffy explains. “We’ll go by color codes. Green means good, orange tells me it’s getting too much, and red that I need to slow down. If you truly want me to stop with anything, safe word out of the scene.”
When the fuck did he learn about this stuff? It’s freaking hot that he did, though, and it makes me feel so much safer that he is prepared. “Yes,” I breathe out. “I understand.”
“Your safe word?”
“Pineapple.”
Raffy halts his movement for a moment, and I can almost hear the smile in his words. “Is there a story behind that?”
“Just a pineapple can being tossed in school once, and a very drunk night a couple of years later with pineapple cocktails, and me being sick for two days,” I explain breathlessly.
“Is that so?” Raffy asks, his voice a bit rough on the edges. It makes a shiver go down my spine. His hand stops stroking me, and before I’ve even fathomed what’s going to happen, he has brought it down hard against my ass.
I gasp at the sudden pain, soon subsiding to a sting and then further to a tingling feeling. Oh fuck, yes, I knew he’d have quite the heavy hand. He lets his fingertips wander over the spot he just hit before I can feel him kissing it. “Count for me,” he whispers.
I take a shaky breath. “One,” I count out.
“Good,” Raffy says, moving away and spanking the same spot again, hard enough for me to feel the sting for a few seconds.
“Two,” I say.
“Color?” Raffy demands.
“Green.”
I’ve barely said it before he smacks me again, harder than the last one, this time going for my other cheek. “Fuck, yes,” I curse and moan at the same time, tugging a bit at my restraints. “Three.”
