Chapter 4
RAFE
Iwas ready to fuck her again. I cursed my hyperactive dick and took a deep breath, letting the switch dangle at my side for a few moments. She was fucking amazing, standing before me of her own free will, no restraints keeping her there as she offered her budded nipples up for my sadistic pleasure.
My cock jumped at the thought of striking her again.
I willed my junk to settle the fuck down, determined to give her a short reprieve.
Her nipples were large and red from the lashing, and though it was negligible, Alex’s shoulders hunched forward, her body instinctively protecting the sensitive tips of her breasts.
“Stand up straight, baby. We’re not done yet.”
She corrected her posture, her tits pointing at me in temptation. I struck her hard peaks, one then the other with rapid licks of the branch, and she jerked each time the switch connected with her sore nipples.
“I’ve told you a thousand times. If you want pain, you come to me for it.” I shot her a pointed glance. “Otherwise, you’ll just get the pain and no orgasms. Is that what you want?”
“Mmnoo,” she mumbled, shaking her head, teeth clamped down on the branch gagging her.
Stepping closer, I teased her slit with the end of the switch, and her protest turned to an unbridled moan.
I caught her gaze and held, my breath stalling in my lungs.
Her backside was a work of art—a canvas of red welted lines—and I’d stretched her tight hole, causing a burn she probably still felt the remnants of.
And her tits. Hell, I loved how those nipples were a painful red.
They called to my mouth to bite and inflict more pain.
But what really got to me was Alex. Despite everything I’d put her through today, she was bursting with the need to come.
Not just get off, her body reaping the physical rewards, but on a fundamental level, she needed to reach that high with me and only me.
No one else’s soul could speak to hers the way mine did, especially when I filled her with my cock.
Lowering my gaze, I trailed the stick along the path of her pussy. She whimpered, her legs trembling as she shuttered her eyes.
I pulled the branch from her mouth and tossed it to the ground. “You have no idea how much I want to make you come.”
“Then do it. I fucking need you, Rafe.” She sobbed the declaration, her eyes full of torment, and I knew her well enough to know she was talking about more than just the joining of our bodies.
“What we have now,” I began, “why is it not enough?”
Her lips parted, closed, then parted again. For a few telling seconds, she looked everywhere but at me. “Because…it’s just…not.”
“You need to be straight with me, Alex. Let it go. Let me carry it for you.”
She held her breath for what seemed like forever before letting it out in a long whoosh. “I’m scared you’re gonna leave me again.”
I’d known it, based off what little she’d told me about her nightmare. But to hear her voice it…fuck, it was harder to hear than I thought it would be.
I hung my head, and my chest constricted from the anguish I’d caused her.
“Leaving you was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made.
I’ll spend my entire life trying to make it up to you, but I still won’t succeed.
” I risked another glance at her, and I would have done anything to take the pain out of her jade eyes.
“All I can do is show you every damn day that I’m not going anywhere. ”
“Then marry me.”
Shit. We were at an impasse. I wanted her trust, and she wanted me to prove she could give it. But putting a bandage over the problem in the form of a piece of paper wouldn’t solve anything.
I’d marry her in a heartbeat, but not like this.
We needed to work on us first. Fix the cracks in the foundation holding us up. Go back to the past in order to find our future. I’d known it for a while.
I was going to have to break her down, take her back to the one place she never wanted to see again, to the cabin where I set this monster in motion by leaving her chained to my bed, never to return.
That’s where the already crumbling foundation of our relationship had split wide open. By running away from my fears, I’d placed a huge obstacle in our path.
I’d be damned if I allowed her to make the same mistake. We were going back.
To face the chains.
The fiery destruction.
The bittersweet memory of the first time we said we loved each other.
By the time the sun set, she’d hate me.