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Our usual fucking isn’t slow or sensual. No. It’s more like two desperate people needing to get off fast. But this time, as Rafe slides lubed fingers inside me, his intrusion is gentle. It’s nothing like in the past, when he has frantically, forcefully opened me up.

As much as I’m enjoying his gentle touch as he stretches me, I’m still craving that burn. I never thought pain of that nature would excite me, but the sensation gives me a place to just let myself feel what’s right there and fly from the sensation.

Something about Rafe brings out that side of me—the side I have always kept hidden. But more than that, out of all the guys I’ve hooked up with in the past, Rafe is who I’ve been craving constantly. He centers my sanity and lets me release other blissful wants.

“I need your dick now,” I demand, while trying to move enough to get a hold of his shaft.

Rafe removes his fingers from my ass and roughly shifts me around until my chest is flat on the mattress. I turn my face and stare into the mirror on the wall across from the bed and watch him lean over me as he whispers, “If you want my dick, you need to listen, shut the fuck up and put your hands on the headboard.”

I shut the fuck up and grab onto the headboard, but keep watching the man who is currently driving me crazy.

Rafe leans over the edge of the bed and snags his belt from the floor. Like a boy scout, he binds my wrists with it. The tight leather bites dully into my flesh, and I welcome this new pain sensation.

Once he finishes binding my hands, he grips onto my hips and yanks me up until I’m on my knees.

Then he resumes stretching my ass.

“I’m going to fuck you good and hard, but I don’t want you making any noise. Or you’re not coming.” He then shoves my legs farther apart and slowly plunges his thick cock inside me until I feel his skin on mine.

He stills for only a moment, then begins moving his hips, thrusting into me with a slow, even rhythm. It’s driving me crazy.

Rafe stills again. When I try to move, he pushes me forward on to the bed and gifts me with a hard slap across my right ass cheek. I almost yowl from the sudden pain, but instead I clamp my teeth tight and just absorb the welcome sting.

I want to groan out the pleasure that’s rising up in my throat, but I capture it in my mouth and swallow it back down, obeying Rafe’s command for silence.

Then his weight is fully on me, his cock still imbedded deep in my body as I lay flat on the mattress. He snakes one arm under my shoulders, as his free hand grips onto the front of my neck. “What do you want?” he whispers, making me shiver.

“I want you.”

His grip around my throat tightens. “What do you want?” he repeats, his whisper harsher this time.

It takes me a second to understand what he needs to hear. My consent. “Make me fly.”

Never losing contact with my body, Rafe’s hand tightens even more around my throat, and he begins fucking me quietly—every plunge deep and connecting. Hard and demanding.

My body shifts with his every powerful, purposeful thrust, as euphoria creeps closer. I watch Rafe in the mirror and wonder which is more erotic—the way he drills into me, which lights me up all over, or the man himself, who is so passionate about loving on me the way I want to be loved on. Like he knows my thoughts and desires. Like he l⁠—

That sudden thought of love has a small trickle of panic rising within me, but with another hard thrust inside my body and slightly more pressure around my throat, Rafe makes it good for me again.

It isn’t long before the need to come overtakes me. “Rafe.”

“Don’t come yet,” he murmurs, before biting my earlobe, and I melt into the pleasured-pain. The nip on my tender flesh throws me over the top but, even though I am shaking, I listen and don’t come. Just like he commanded.

I let out a barely audible moan when he pulls out of me and yanks me off the bed, my wrists still bound by the belt.

Rafe puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me down to my knees, then grips the hair on the top of my head and pulls my face even with his cock. “Open your mouth,” he quietly grates out, his teeth clenched and his eyes full of yearning.

I comply, knowing damn well what he wants and where his dick has been, and it turns me the fuck on even more. This dirty play has me eager to suck and lick every inch of his shaft until Rafe comes down my throat.

“Jerk yourself while I use your filthy mouth like I used your hole.”

I’m about to come right then, just from his words, but another sharp tug on my hair has me refocusing on what I need to do.

I lick, suck and gag on every bit of his meaty flesh while I stroke my own with eagerness. The pleasurable torture doesn’t last long before Rafe shoves his entire cock down my throat and comes, and I nearly pass out from the lack of oxygen.

Rafe pulls out of my mouth, releases my hair, and before I fall back onto my ass, he picks me up and gently lays me on the bed. He looks down at me and says, “Come for me, baby.” He then proceeds to suck my dick, bobbing his head up and down, taking in more of me each time until his lips are pressed into my pubic hair.

I come almost instantly, my balls drawn tight and my body shaking from the intensity. I’m drained of energy and cum. Rafe pulls off of me and drags his body against me until his mouth takes mine. I wrap my arms and legs around him until the euphoria I always experience with him settles.