Page 50 of Mr. North
“Yes. There’s more to it than that, though.” His breath skates across my skin, and my knees weaken, threatening to fold out from underneath me. He is strong. He is powerful. He is alpha. Raphael North is sex personified. “You have to surrender all free will. All desire to defy me. All desire to protest or push back. You have to release yourself to me on every level, not just physically. I need to own your mind, too. I need to know, when I put my hands on you and my cock inside you, that you’re not going to rebel against me in any way.”
“I—I can…” I trail off as Raphael’s lips press against the back of my neck. My eyes are still closed, but now they’re rolling back into my head as he peppers feather-light kisses all over my skin.
“If this is what you want, you’re going to have to do a better job of convincing me, I’m afraid,” Raph replies.
I can’t believe this is happening. The dark, painful thing I’ve just learned about Raphael’s past should have killed any desire I had to have sex with him. So should the intense, intrusive attention we’ve been receiving from the New York press. But still… when he touches me, when I feel his hands on my skin, when I feel his breath skating across my body, all I can do is want him. I’ve been completely and utterly mentally consumed by him, I haven’t been able to think about my schoolwork. I haven’t been able to study. I’ve barely even remembered to eat most days. Raphael’s been prowling through my thoughts and my dreams, a constant, demanding presence, those green eyes of his watching over me at all times. I know I should leave this place immediately and head straight back to my apartment. I shouldn’t even give myself the chance to think about this. If I do, I’ll find some way to justify it. To convince myself that handing over my free will to this man is a clever, intelligent thing to do.
I open my mouth to tell him that I need to excuse myself, that I need to leave, but the words that come out of my mouth are precisely the opposite. “What do you want me to do?”
He purrs, his voice gravel and sand on stone, deep and thrilling. “The perfect question to ask. Maybe this won’t be so hard for you, after all.”
Raphael just told me I was fierce before. Little does he know, my determination surpasses mere ferocity. I’m thunder and lightning. I am volcanic. I can be a force of nature when I feel like I’m being oppressed or held back in some way. Being submissive to Raphael’s dominance goes against the grain with me for sure, but I can do it. I can obey him in every way if it means I will feel his mouth on my skin, and his hands on my body. “I might surprise you,” I say quietly.
“You already have. Take off your dress, Beth. Slowly.”
I don’t hesitate. I reach behind my head and unfasten the clasp there. I shrug out of the material, allowing it to slip down, over my body, and then I’m standing in front of him in my underwear with the dress gathered in a pool of cloth at my feet. Raphael walks slowly around me, assessing my near nakedness, his eyes quick and unreadable as he takes me in. He starts at my feet and works his way up; I blush as his eyes linger on my breasts. He allows his expression to slip just a little. Enough to let me know he’s affected by me, despite the air of indifference he’s channelling. A thrill of pride rushes through me, amplified by the low growl that comes out of Raph.
“Do you know how fucking magnificent your body is, Beth?” His eyes are full of fire as he feasts upon me, head to toe. “Every time I see you, the curve of your tits makes my dick get hard. The swell of your ass beneath your jeans makes me want to rip them from your body, so I can bend you over and slam myself into you. If you can do all of that to me when you’re fully dressed, imagine what the fuck you’re doing to me right now. My god, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
My cheeks flush, blood surging into my cheeks, no doubt staining them red. I’ve never needed a man’s approval before, never really cared what any of them thought, but I find that it matters with Raphael. I care what he thinks, and to know that he’s this turned on by me… it makes me feel incredible. I look away, trying to hide my face, but Raph steps in and places his hand under my chin, forcing me to make eye contact with him.
“Get on the bed, Beth. Open your legs for me, as wide as they’ll go.”
Heat swirls in my chest, cycling down, between my legs. I’m already turned on. Already wet. If I spread my legs for him, he’s going to be able to see just how wet I am. Embarrassment flares inside me, but I ignore it. This is a test, after all. If I balk or shrink away from any of the things Raphael asks of me, I’ll only be demonstrating that I’m not cut out for a physical relationship with him. The promise of his hands on my skin, his hot mouth working over my flesh, is enough to make me tamp down the urge to run from the room. Silently, almost defiantly, I walk over to the bed. I climb up onto the duvet, then turn and lie on my back, hitching my legs up so that they’re bent. I allow my knees to fall out to either side, exposing my pussy to him. Raph doesn’t pass comment until he’s standing at the end of the bed. He allows his gaze to settle between my legs, and I feel it: his hunger. His need for me. I haven’t allowed myself to believe the sidelong glances and the prolonged eye contact has been anything other than coincidence with Raph, but now I know the truth. He wants me. He wants to fuck me. He wants to ruin me for all other men, and I get the feeling he’s about to do just that.
“Hold your hands over your head,” he commands.
I do it quickly. I don’t want him to think I’m hesitating. Raph picks something out of the drawer filled with toys and comes over to the bed. He holds up the item for me to see: a pair of shining, silver handcuffs. “You want out at any point, Beth, say the word and I’ll release you.”
“What word?”
A slow, sinful smile spreads across his face. “Peter Piper. You’re never going to say that accidentally, now, are you?”
“No, I won’t.”
“Good.” He fastens the cuffs around my wrists, then hooks a jump ring in the center of the chain between the cuffs over small hook attached to the headboard. I can’t squeeze my hands out of the cuffs. I can’t unhook myself. Can’t escape. Weeks ago, trapped in this position, I would have freaked the fuck out. My mind would have transported me back to the barn, to my mother being pinned down and assaulted. I’m hardly free from that memory now, but it doesn’t fill me with fear. It doesn’t make me want to tear myself free and run, because this is different. So incomprehensibly different, that I’m filled with nothing but an intense spark of desire.
“Now we have that out of the way, I’d appreciate it if you could address me as Sir,” Raphael informs me. It’s not necessary for him to demand this, but I understand the appeal. He’s the head of a multi-billion-dollar company. People obey him at every turn, every day. He’s used to being referred to with reverence and respect, so why wouldn’t he expect me to do the same in this situation? I nod my head slowly.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl, Beth. Good girl. You’ve made me so unbelievably hard already. Would you like to see?”
My body reacts, sending another wave of expectation skittering and bouncing around inside me. “Yes. I’d…like to.” It feels slightly shameful to admit to something like this, but I don’t care anymore. It doesn’t matter if he knows how I feel about him. It’s fucking obvious.
Raph removes his clothes. He slowly unbuttons his shirt, sliding the material from his arms and folding it over the back of the chair by the desk. His pants are next. I find myself staring at the hard, cut muscle that forms his stomach and his chest. He must spend hours working out. Hours . The results are quite remarkable. Raphael hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxers and inches them down over his hips. “A quick fuck up against a window is one thing, Beth, but I’m not for the faint of heart. Are you sure you want this? Are you sure you want me ?”
This is a loaded question. He’s giving me yet another out. Giving me the opportunity to back out of this now, before I get emotionally or physically hurt and further. “I’m sure. I want you,” I whisper. “I want all of you. Every part.”
Raph pauses a second, a hint of surprise on his face. I don’t think he was expecting me to sound so sure. My voice doesn’t waiver, though. There’s nothing but confidence and excitement in my tone. “All right, then,” he answers. He pushes his boxers down his muscular thighs, and they fall to the floor. My eyes travel to his cock without being bidden. There’s no avoiding the fact that he intrigues me. I’m beyond intrigued, though. There isn’t a word in the English language to describe how badly this man turns me on.
He’s perfect. Nine inches. Clean and cut. Thick and erect. He has the kind of cock I want to tease with my tongue. The kind of cock I want to slather with lube and just stroke up and down in both my hands. Damn, that would feel so good.
“I can see how pleased you are right now,” Raph breathes. “You’re going to be even more pleased when I start fucking you with this thing. I know how to fuck with it. I know how to make a woman come with it. I know how to use it to make you feel good. I know how to be a dirty boy with it. When you leave this apartment, you’re not going to be able to walk properly.” He takes hold of his erect dick and slowly runs his hand up and down it, his teeth slightly bared. He’s a force of nature like this, so raw and savage. He’s like no man I’ve ever seen before.
My pussy tightens at the thought of him slowly inching himself inside me. This is so different from our crazed encounter in the anteroom. This is planned and intentional. This is going to be so much more . I’m losing all self control as he stalks toward the bed, a look of dark intent in his eyes. “I haven’t bound your feet, but I want you to stay very still, Beth. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes.”
