Chapter 2
Rapture was a place I had never thought I would share with a woman, especially not one I love. Andrei smirked when he saw me walk through the doors, and he allowed his eyes to linger on Rayne longer than necessary.
I held my tongue because I was in his house. Part of me wanted to tear his eyes out for looking at her. Another part swelled with pride because she was mine. She didn’t realize how beautiful she was or how she commanded a crowd. Her long blond hair curled down her back, and her slacks hugged her thighs. Every day, I fell a little more in love with her.
Lately Rayne had been exploring, trying to figure out what types of things she was interested in. Sensory deprivation and bondage were high on the list, but it turned out so was spanking. Sometimes, she would be a brat just to push me into punishing her. Her stubbornness was one of the things that I liked about her. That she refused to accept what anyone said at face value. She’d proved that she was a survivor.
People sat around tables chatting quietly, but I didn’t bother. I already had a room booked for the two of us. I gave Andrei a quick nod of acknowledgment as we stepped past and disappeared into a hallway. Doors lined both sides, and I fished my keys out of my pocket. I briefly thought about how much our relationship had changed and the first time I had visited Rapture with her.
Silently, I slipped through the clothes hanging in her closet, looking for the perfect outfit. My fingers brushed against a black halter-neck dress, and I knew it was the one. “Wear this,” I told her, holding out the garment.
She pursed her lips, her hands on her hips. “What if I don’t want to?”
I erased the distance between us, cradling her face in my hands. “I love it when you argue with me, princess, but I want you to remember something for tonight. Good girls get rewarded.”
I pushed the door open and flicked the light on before placing my hand on the small of Rayne’s back. I let my breath feather along her ear when I spoke. “Are you ready for what I have planned?”
Her eyes widened as she took in the room. It had all the decadence of the rest of Rapture with dark paint and rich wood. A black plush rug sat in the middle of the floor. To the side, a spanking bench sat next to what looked like a mahogany armoire. I knew exactly what the armoire held, but I would start slow. I kissed the exposed skin on the column of her neck.
I pulled a hair tie out of my pocket and gathered her silky strands into my hands, sweeping them out of her face. Gently, I fastened it into a ponytail while she waited. “Strip down for me, princess. I want to see all of you.”
She didn’t fight me as she pulled her top over her head, exposing the soft skin of her torso. Her hands reached behind her back as she unclasped her bra, allowing her breasts to spill out of the cups. My cock was hard in my pants, just watching her disrobe. She kicked her shoes off before slowly pushing her pants down her thighs. When she was finished, she stood like a statue, allowing me to examine her. I walked around her, taking in the glorious sight of her naked. She was perfect, even though she still didn’t realize it. And, for at least tonight, all mine.
“Kneel on the bench.” I didn’t have to give her further instructions. We had used one before, and she knew the position I wanted her in. Belly against the padded leather, face down. She strode over, and I watched the bounce of her breasts and the jiggle of her thighs in anticipation. She wasn’t always as pliant as she was tonight. Usually, she attempted to defy me if we weren’t paying enough attention to her.
I stalked to the bench, fastening the leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles, allowing my fingers to drift along her skin momentarily. I wanted her to anticipate what I would do to her and imagine my next move. My hand traced down the curve of her spine, and she shivered beneath my touch. Suddenly, my palm landed against her ass with a smack. Not too hard. I needed to warm her up for what I had planned. She flinched a little as it landed again. “How many do you need tonight, I wonder?” I murmured to her, teasing her. “After all, you seemed like you forgot our date tonight.” It didn’t bother me, but I was playing my part.
She didn’t answer, and I smiled to myself, giving her ass another smack. “I think we should start with ten and then go from there. I want you to count.” My fingers made soothing circles on the sensitive skin in between strikes. In rapid succession, I swatted her butt three times. She whined a little, her hips rocking backward as she counted, and it was almost enough to undo me. “Three. Four. Five.”
My hands gently glided over her abused flesh, the skin sensitive from what I had already done. Still, she kept her face down, not looking up. I slapped her ass one more time, and she moaned. “Six.”
“If I were to check your greedy pussy right now, what would I find?” I teased as I caressed her skin. I knew exactly what I would find. Rayne would already be wet for me, arousal coating the inside of her thighs. After four more strikes, I walked over to the armoire and opened it, trying to decide what I wanted to try with her. My hands traced along the floggers and riding crops until I found what I was looking for—a wooden paddle stained dark cherry red. Holes had been bored through the material. Rayne’s eyes stayed focused on the ground below her, and I envisioned what her skin would look like marked up, a tapestry of bruises and bites for the world to see.
I would go easy on her tonight. Her skin was already warmed up, and she had her safe word.
The weight felt good in my hand as I stood behind her. I raised the paddle, bringing it down on her ass. Her body jolted from the force, and she let out a whimper. The subsequent swats were in quick succession. The moans she uttered as she counted were needy and desperate. My heart raced, and my cock throbbed at how beautiful she looked at that moment. Her skin was tinted pink, and her breathing was ragged as I increased the intensity of the blows.
I laid the paddle to the side and brushed my hands gently against her sensitive skin, and she shuddered beneath my touch. My fingers dropped between her thighs to her pussy, and I brushed through her folds. The noises she made gutted me as I plunged two fingers inside of her, feeling her walls wrapping around me. “Did you like that? Me bruising your pretty skin, Rayne?”
She rocked back on my fingers but didn’t answer, so I withdrew my hand. Her head fell forward in defeat. “Answer me. Did you like that?”
“Yes.” Her voice was husky, and I smirked, knowing who had made her feel like this. It was all me. Unceremoniously, I unzipped my pants, pushing them low enough to free myself from the constraints. I stroked my length twice before pushing inside of her without warning. She gasped at the intrusion, and I reached around her body, slowly rubbing her clit in tiny circles. Her back arched, and I thrust harder, my free hand clutching her hip for more leverage. Her eyes were no longer focused on the floor. Instead, she peered over her shoulder at me. Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were slightly parted.
She was gorgeous when she was like this. Pliant. Everything that I had ever wanted. And her pussy was a paradise as it clamped around my cock. Perspiration formed on my skin as I shifted inside of her. My hips collided with her body as I moved at a steady rhythm, the sound of our skin slapping together and our pants echoing in the room. I circled my fingers faster until she came around me, her eyes closing, and my name fell from her lips like a prayer. My muscles tightened, and electricity zipped down my spine as I came. Tenderly, I kissed her neck as I fell limply across her back. I stayed like that until my heart rate slowed. I untangled myself from her and zipped up my pants before untying Rayne’s wrists and ankles.
Her eyes were still glassy from the bliss as I admired her. I offered her my hand, and she stood on shaky legs, looking at me with adoration. She was everything that I had ever needed and had stood by me during my darkest moments. Our life together was complicated, but it was worth it.
As we drove home that night, I placed my hand on her thigh, wondering how I had survived without her before.