Page 51 of Mr. North
“If you let me, I’m going to teach you. To train you. I’m going to give you the skills you’ll need to navigate a sex life with me, and it will make you strong. You’ll be unstoppable. You’ll be able to make me come in a heartbeat, but more importantly…you’ll be able to drag it out. You’ll be perfectly capable of teasing me in the same way I’m about to tease you. The longer I hold back, the harder my dick gets, Beth. You’re gonna like it hard, I can tell.”
A statement like that, coming from someone else, would probably make me feel dirty. I only feel empowered, though. I am so turned on, it’s a miracle I’m not shamelessly begging and pleading with him to fuck me. There’s still time yet. He’s not going to end this quickly. He’s going to stretch it out until I’m climbing the walls.
When Raphael touches my body for the first time, it’s between my legs. He climbs up so that he’s kneeling on the edge of the bed, between my legs, and he stares down at my pussy with a kind of ravenous appetite that sends nervous chills dancing over my skin. He moves with the utmost care as he places his hand over me, cupping my pussy, applying a dizzying, satisfying pressure than makes me angle my hips upward, grinding myself into his hand.
“So greedy already,” he muses. “Your pussy’s so warm. Wet. I already know it’s going to taste amazing on my tongue.” Slowly, he draws his hand back, using his fingertips to tease small circles against my clit. Somehow he knows how to touch me. How my body will respond to him if he touches me in a certain way. It’s not long before he has me panting, rocking against his hand. This is not me. This is not how I normally behave. There’s something about Raphael North that makes me step outside of my own body, though. It doesn’t matter who I become when I’m with him. All I know is that I like the transformation.
Raphael growls at the back of his throat as he works me into a fever. The look on his face, so animalistic and determined, makes me want to scream. I manage to keep my cries contained for the most part, but every so often I can’t help it; I whimper and moan, my head tipped back, my spine arching away from the bed below me. Raphael doesn’t look away for a second. He tells me when I can breathe. He tells me when I can writhe. He tells me when to be still, and he tells me when I can come.
When he prowls up the length of my body and takes my nipple into his mouth, it feels like fireworks are going off inside my head. And when he roughly slams himself into me, thrusting, rocking his hips against me without mercy, the cries I’ve been fighting to bite back are ripped from my throat. I scream his name. I pant, and I struggle for every lungful of oxygen I pull into my body. Raphael fucks me until I’m straining at my handcuffs, battling against them, trying to free myself. Not because I’m terrified and I feel threatened by his dominance, but because I want to touch him. I want to feel the flat, hard, packed planes of his muscle underneath my palms as I guide him into me over and over again. I am locked into position, and I’m unable to move, though. Raphael closes his hands around my throat as he slams himself into me. His grip is loose, but a jolt of panic surges through me all the same. How much pressure would he need to apply to snap my neck right now? Cut off my air supply altogether? The prospect of being choked has never excited me before, but the way Raphael’s fingers caress the sides of my neck as he tightens and releases his hold has me flooded with need. The way he’s pinning me down with those pale green eyes of his, spearing me to the bed, has me wanting him to squeeze a little tighter. He must know how frantic I’m becoming; Raph chuckles breathlessly as he fucks me even harder.
“You can come now, Beth. You have my permission. Soak my cock with your cum. Make me drip with it. I’ll come for you, too. I promise.”
It’s like a switch being flicked somewhere inside my head. I’ve been holding back my orgasm ever since he pushed himself inside me, but the moment he says those words to me, it’s game over. I can’t hold it back any longer. I have to do it. I have to come. Pleasure rips through me like a tsunami, dragging me under, stealing my words, my breath, my ability to even think straight.
“Oh, shit! Raph… Oh god !”
The moment I tumble over the cliff, head first into my climax, must be all too visible to Raph. He takes hold of me by the hips, and he fucks me like a damn freight train. Seconds after I come, he pulls out of me, palming his cock, taking hold of it and working his hand furiously up and down the length of it. He explodes, his cum spurting up my body, landing on my stomach and my chest, and I lay as still as possible, reeling from the act. So hot. So, so fucking hot. Raphael’s chest is heaving. He reaches down, rubbing his fingers into the mess he’s made on my skin.
“Open your mouth,” he commands. I do it, and he slides the very tips of his fingers past my lips, touching them to my tongue. “Lick them clean,” he tells me. “Suck them. Lick my cum from them.”
“Yes, sir.” I enjoy the task way too much. When his fingers are clean, Raphael runs them back through his cum, but he doesn’t put them back in my mouth. He takes the slick fluid he’s collected on his hand, and he rubs it firmly between my legs. He pushes it inside me, into my pussy. He rubs it over my ass. He spends the next few minutes meticulously gathering up his cum from my belly and my breasts, then rubbing my clit with it and inserting it into my pussy. When he’s finished, he holds himself over my body, his face only a few inches away from mine. God, he is so beautiful. He’s like no other man I’ve ever laid eyes on before.
“You’re mine now,” he tells me, biting down on his lower lip. “I’m claiming you. No one else may touch you, look at you…even flirt with you without my prior consent. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Excellent.” Raphael appears to be vibrating with satisfaction as he un-cuffs me. “You realize I went easy on you, don’t you?” he says softly. “You realize, the next time I am inside you, things will be very different.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He strokes my hair, tucking a strand back, away from my face. “You can take it, Beth. I know you can. I hope you’ll be ready. I’m going to make you fucking weep with ecstasy. I’m going to show you how I can make your body sing.”
Downstairs, when I’m fully dressed, I feel like I’m still vibrating with the power of the orgasm he just gave me. My head is clouded with it. Not clouded enough to keep me from speaking my mind as he kisses me goodbye, though.
“You’re not a bad person, Raphael. You really didn’t do anything wrong. Chloe—”
He cuts me off, placing a finger over my mouth. “No more. Please. I’m not the victim here, Beth. I’ve only lost the past five years. Chloe lost her life. That’s all there is to it.”
“Raphael. I just don’t think Chloe would—”
“Enough! I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hear her name on your lips. If we’re going to be together, we’re never going to talk about this again, okay? I can’t do it. I fucking won’t do it.”
Wh…what the hell ? A horrible sinking feeling pulls at my stomach. I don’t want to fight with him. I don’t want there to be any more friction between us than there needs to be. But…god damn it, I just can’t hold my tongue. “You still love her, don’t you? You’re always going to love her. I’m going to be competing with a ghost every second of every day I spend with you.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Beth.”
“How is that ridiculous? You’d rather accept you’re guilty of a crime you didn’t commit than face the past head on and let this go. That speaks volumes to me.”
“Well, it shouldn’t. It shouldn’t say a damn thing to you, Beth.” It’s common knowledge that the color red means danger. Right now, though, the color green is fucking terrifying. Raphael’s eyes flash and glimmer with anger; I’ve never seen him look so angry. The muscles in his jaw pop and strain and he grinds his teeth together.
“Why not?” I whisper. I should keep my damn mouth shut, but I won’t be his doormat. I won’t be told what observations I can and can’t make, especially when they affect me.
Raphael closes his eyes for a second, breathing hard down his nose. The veins in his arms stand proud beneath his skin, his hands clenched into tight fists. I can see the resolution on his face when he opens his eyes. “Because, Beth. It’s none of your business. None of this is any of your fucking business.”
I turn and I flee the penthouse, and Raphael doesn’t call out after me. He doesn’t try and stop me from leaving. I don’t take a breath until the elevator doors have rolled closed. Once I’m alone, encapsulated inside the little silver box, hurtling down toward the ground, I let out a loud sob, pressing the back of my hand to my mouth. I allow myself to cry until the elevator slows and the doors roll open again.
After everything we just went through…
After the amazing sex we just had…
After convincing me that our lives are already so intertwined…
How could he say something like that to me?
It’s amazing how quickly a moment can change for the worse.
