Page 30 of Mr. North
I let out a sigh, unable to hold the fragile, frustrated sound back. I hate that my body is betraying me like this. I fucking hate it. He is controlling me right now. Trying to, anyway. I can’t decide who I’m more annoyed with right now—him, for having the nerve to try and tame me, or myself for allowing it to happen. I’m turned on, though. I had no idea I could ever be this turned on. I want to kiss him. I want his hands all over my body. I want him inside me, but in the same vein the very prospect is terrifying.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers. “Your mouth is perfect. Your tongue is perfect. Your lips are perfect, Beth. I can’t wait to dig my hands into your hair and fuck your mouth. Are you going to let me? Are you going to let me do whatever I want to you?”
I close my eyes. I don’t know what to say to that. How to respond. I might not have words to express my confusion right now, but my body has a language all of its own and it’s screaming that it wants the dark delights Raphael is offering. All of them, every last damn one. Raphael’s very still one second and then the next, he’s moving, grabbing hold of me, flipping me over, bending my body over his knee impossibly fast. His cock is pressing up between my breasts now, rock solid and throbbing. He takes hold of my dress and lifts the material, exposing my ass. He exhales—a deep, heavenly sound that makes my toes curl. There’s no time for embarrassment. No time to look back and check which panties I’m wearing. Raphael’s bare hand comes down, connecting with my bare ass cheek, and a volley of shock and pain sings through me, demanding attention.
“Ahh, fuck!”
“Good girl,” Raphael purrs. He rubs the flat of his hand against my skin, as if he’s trying to rub away the pain. “Good girl. That was a rough one. You took it well. Ready for another?”
My ass cheek is still burning brightly from the pain, but I nod, clutching hold of the side of the chair in my hands, bracing myself. “I’m ready,” I say breathlessly.
There’s no warning. Raph’s hand comes down on my ass again, even harder than the first time.
“Shit! Ahh, oh my god!” I buck, trying to escape the sting that prickles across my skin, but I can’t. It’s a part of me now. No matter how much I twist and writhe, I can’t separate myself from it. Raphael makes a pleased sound. He rubs my ass again, up and down, growling.
“You turn such a pretty shade of pink, Beth. The curve of your ass is fucking amazing. I knew it would be. I fucking knew it.” His hand comes down again. I cry out, and Raphael’s growl turns into a snarl. He rubs again slowly, his palm applying a weighted pressure that somehow makes the burn lessen. A moment later, his hand is coming down again, and my shout echoes off the walls of the dimly lit room.
“Fuck, Raphael. Fuck !”
“Not yet, baby. You’ll know when I’m fucking you. There’ll be no mistaking that.” Again, his hand comes down and again I cry out. Again and again, the pain comes, and I lose myself inside it. I feel like I’m floating on a sea of it, bobbing there, gasping for breath every time I breach the flat, mirrored surface long enough to open up my lungs. It’s encompassing, enough to swallow me. I want him. I want him. I fucking want him so badly, every muscle and bone in my body is crying out for him. I’m begging him to take me, to throw me to the floor, to fuck me until I can’t remember who I am anymore…and that’s when he stops. My heart feels like it’s stumbling out of my chest as Raphael draws my dress back down, covering my ass with the greatest of care. He cups my ass cheek in his palm through the material, murmuring softly, and I melt from my position over his knee, sinking to the floor at his feet.
Raphael takes me by the chin, lifting my face, and he smiles down at me. A strange look of peace has fallen over him. “I might not know everything there is to know about you, Elizabeth Dreymon. There’s still an awful lot I need to learn. But there’s one thing I do know…and it’s this . You are going to fucking love this chair when you finally climb into it. You’re going to make me so fucking proud.”
