Chapter 19 Raymond’s Place #2
“I told you; I got you.” He pulled me to him, my chest against his. “I meant that, in every possible way.”
“I—Raymond. That’s a much bigger topic. I think…”
“None of this works unless you stop acting like you’re alone and trust me,” he cut me off. “From now on, I expect you to be honest with me about what you’re thinking and feeling, especially when we get to the Bane.”
“I just really think…” This time, he cut me off by pressing his lips against mine. Every protest in my head silenced the moment our lips met. My back arched, and my arms slipped up around his neck as the kiss deepened. When he pulled away, a part of me ached.
“I’m taking you to hell with me.” He looked deep into my eyes, his breath steady as his hands found my back. “You can’t run anymore.”
“I’m not running. I already explained things to Natalie, and I talked to Jackie. Everything is set for us to leave tomorrow night. I’ve even packed my bags.”
“Good.” His right hand slipped from my waist to my ass.
“Does that mean I don’t have to be punished now?” I asked playfully, partly because I didn’t want to get back to the part of the conversation that focused on our relationship status. Yes, it required more thought, but honestly, that could wait until after we made it back from hell.
He tightened his grip on my ass then gave it a small smack. “What do you think?”
“I think you should reconsider.”
“Interesting.” He let me go, stepped back, and scratched his chin.
Then, he pulled off the gray shirt he wore, revealing his chest and arms. I watched in awe as the tattoos on his flesh moved, and the shadow around his form spread.
“I don’t think I will,” he said, and those shadows reached out to me.
They wrapped around my waist and arms and lifted me from the floor.
“I’d like to play a game,” Raymond said and then turned and walked away from me. The shadows carried me behind him.
“If you had more plants in this place, I swear I would use them against you!” I threatened.
“Why do you think I didn’t take you to your home?” he laughed as we continued through the house.
We went down a short hall, up a large staircase, and into a room with double doors. The room felt like him—open, spacious, dark. There was a massive bed, a bookshelf cluttered with books, and a large armchair just beneath the window. That was it, simple and to the point.
The shadows held me floating in the center of the room while Raymond took a seat in the armchair. It moved, positioning him just right so he could watch the show.
When he was ready, the shadows did the work for him. They pulled away the dress I wore, removed my bra, and left me levitating with nothing but my panties on.
“Are you afraid?”
“No,” I spoke as a chill crossed my skin, quickly followed by the warm touch of his shadows.
“Good.” He stood and made a path around me, examining my body. “Damn, you look good.” He smacked my ass again, and a soft moan crossed his lips in appreciation of the recoil.
I felt slight pressure on my back as his shadows bent me over. Raymond had the perfect view as he rubbed my ass, slow circles on each cheek before his thumb brushed across my asshole. I moaned and heard him chuckle, like he’d received confirmation of something.
“Something else you like, huh?” he asked as he continued his path around my body.
Still bent over, I turned my head to look at him. “With the right person.”
“Hmm.” He returned to his seat in front of me. “Have you found the right person?”
“Are you asking if I’ve ever let someone fuck me in the ass?” I asked.
And that got me a shadow slap right across my rear.
“Have you?” His voice sounded strained, like the thought alone upset him.
“If I say yes?” I couldn’t help myself.
Smack.
“Have you?” he repeated, eyes darkening as he watched me.
I bit my lip as I considered the strain in his voice and what it meant. I knew it; the sound of possession. Soon, this man would try to claim me. Would I let him? Instead of pushing him again, I answered simply. “Yes.”
SMACK!
“What was that for?” I lifted my head to look at him defiantly. “I answered you.”
“Never again.” His jaw tightened. “You belong to me now.”
“I belong to no one,” I said, even though I knew what the result would be.
SMACK!
I winced but thought about saying it again. It hurt so damn good!
I kept my eyes on him as his shadows worked my body. Soft caresses covered my ass before they spread across me, over my back, stomach, breasts, all the while keeping me bent over in front of him. I lifted my head again to see him sitting in front of me.
Raymond maintained his focus. His eyes carefully watched me as he directed his shadows, and the longer it went on, the more his dick grew. That was where my eyes were, focused on that area tightening beneath the fabric of his pants.
I froze when I realized he caught me. I was damn near salivating, imagining him without those damn pants.
When I expected a smack, another punishment, he surprised me.
Raymond phased out of view for a moment, and when he returned, he was completely naked.
He sat in front of me, legs spread, dick hard and in full view.
The shadows carried me closer to him—so close, I could almost touch his dick with my tongue.
Raymond grabbed a handful of my hair and lifted my head so he could look me in the eye. “You want it?”
I bit my lip.
SMACK!
“I asked you a question, Jericha.” When he spoke, his voice felt like another set of hands, drawing every letter of my name across my flesh.
“Yes,” I moaned.
A moment later, I floated back from him.
The shadows held me in the same position: bent over, forced submission.
It felt like a challenge. If I protested, there would be more of his special…
punishments. Something told me the smacks on the ass were introductory.
I wasn’t ready to find out the next level.
Just as that thought moved through my mind, Raymond stood. He opened his hand, and slowly, a paddle board formed. Made of shadows, it had little studs along the face of it.
Can this man hear my damn thoughts or something?
“Tell me your safe word,” he instructed as he took slow steps around me.
“Honeybee,” I responded calmly.
“I knew it.” He stopped just to the right of me. “You really are a naughty girl, Jericha.” His hand rubbed my ass. “Let’s find out how naughty.”
I took a deep breath, the best way to prepare for what came next. The first smack of the paddle hurt more than I expected. It stung a little but wasn’t too bad. The second came soft. The third was even harder than the first. He continued, and I let him.
Fifteen. That was how many times the paddle made contact with my ass. Fifteen painfully sweet smacks across the ass, and I imagined how red I was, but I never said the safe word. I never felt like I was unsafe.
After he finished, the shadows moved across my flesh, cooling the sting left behind like aloe to a sunburn.
“Good girl,” he hummed approvingly. And then, the shadows stood me up. His hand was there, caressing my ass as he kissed my neck and shoulder. “And what do you say?”
I’d been in this situation before, though never on the receiving end. Still, I knew what he expected. “Thank you, Raymond.”
“Let’s continue,” he whispered, and then the shadows lifted me in the air, flipping me on my back to look at the ceiling. My legs were open, and when I looked down my body, Raymond’s face was perfectly positioned between my thighs.
He’s going to eat my pussy while I’m floating?
How the hell could I not be excited about that? My head fell back as he started. The first stroke of his tongue against my clit had me vibrating. I turned my head to the side and saw him stroking his dick with his hand, and my mouth watered again.
He caught me, once again, looking at his dick. He stopped eating my pussy and licked his lips, which were lifted in an inquisitive grin. “You want that?”
“Yes,” I said, eyes moving back to his dick, which faded away. There he was, looking like a damn ken doll, all smooth in the crotch. “What the-?”
“Look up,” he instructed.
I did, and there, floating above my face, was his dick, big, imposing, and throbbing.
“Holy hell.” I can’t lie, I cringed a little. It felt like the dildo in the back of my closet had crawled out of its box and attacked! Damn me for preferring the one that vibrates!
“Open your mouth,” Raymond said firmly.
I glanced down at him, nervous. All I could think about was his dick sliding so far down my throat, I couldn’t get it out. How would that sound? Here lies Jericha Brown, death by swallowing an entire dick while in a floating shadow hammock.
“Trust me.” He tapped my ass lightly.
Hesitantly, I opened my lips and watched in a strange mix of horror and anticipation as his dick slowly slid into my mouth, just the head. The tip of his dick touched my tongue, and I salivated. He tasted of sunbaked earth and cool, clear water, like the flavors of a warm summer day.
My nervous ass just floated there, mouth open, dick just sitting on my tongue as I catalogued the flavors like it was a wine tasting.
“Suck my dick, Jericha.” I felt him shift his weight, and his dick moved in and out of my mouth carefully until I responded.
I wrapped my lips around him, feeling the veins pulsing against my tongue, and sucked.
It was slow at first, but he encouraged me with each thrust. He reached deeper into my throat until I gagged on his length.
When he went too far, I put my hands up to push him back, and though I couldn’t see him, I felt him.
I noticed then that my hands had partially vanished.
I stopped sucking and looked down, and I could see my palms against his thighs.