Chapter Seven
Faith relaxed back against Rafael as her thoughts and feelings bombarded her, almost overwhelming her.
She pushed them away for the moment so she could enjoy this time with her husband. Jesus, she had a husband. A man she didn’t know and was trusting to take care of her. Until then, she’d never trusted anyone besides her sisters and father.
Before the thought could grow, she looked at him over her shoulder. “Husband?”
He slowly opened his eyes and smiled. “I like when you say that.”
Her face brightened in pleasure. “May I wash you now?”
She felt him stiffen and thought she’d done something wrong. “I’m sorry…”
He cupped her cheek. “You did nothing wrong. I’ve just not had anyone want to take care of me before.”
A frown puckered her brow. “Isn’t a man and wife supposed to take care of each other?”
He caressed her face with his thumb. “I would say yes, but I don’t think it happens very often.”
“If you’ll allow it, I’d like to take care of you.”
He smiled gently. “Absolutely. I would enjoy that.”
She felt a lightness invade her heart as she turned in the tub, grabbed the sponge he used on her, and added soap to it. She started at his neck and moved down. She paused when her hands slid below the water, and she encountered his hard cock.
Her eyes flew to his. “Why are you hard again?”
He smiled. “I’m afraid every time you touch me, I’m going to get hard.”
Her lips turned down. “I’m sorry.”
He sputtered out a laugh. “Don’t you dare be sorry. I think it’s wonderful that my body craves yours.”
She bowed her head and looked up at him through her lashes. “I think my body is doing the same thing. My stomach is aching again.”
Her eyes slid closed when his hand cupped her breast, and his thumb raked over her rigid nipple.
“I’d say you are.”
She balanced her hands on his shoulders. “Can we…?”
“I think you’ll be too sore, Love.”
“I don’t care. You’ll make it go away,” she said simply.
He pulled her onto his lap and arranged her legs on either side of his hips. “Tell me if this hurts too much.”
She nodded as she felt the head of his cock bump against her cunt.
“Lower down a bit, Love.”
She did what he said and felt him thrust up into her. Her head fell back, and a groan flew from her mouth.
“Are you doing okay?”
She nodded. “Keep going.”
****
He gripped her hips to hold her steady for his lunges. He gritted his teeth when he couldn’t go deep enough. He lifted her off him.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
He maneuvered her until she was bent over the side of the tub, and he was on his knees behind her.
He caught her worried glance over her shoulder. “You’ll like this, Love. It’s just another way to make love.” He started to penetrate her.
She moaned as he continued until he bottomed out inside of her. “Oh, God. It’s so deep.”
“Does it hurt?” he asked.
“Um, no, not really,” she said and shook her head.
He started pumping into her, steadily going faster. He knew he wouldn’t last long when she tightened down on his cock.
“Come for me.” That’s all it took, and it made his desire for her grow.
She threw her head back and screamed as he pounded away inside of her tight sheath. He came with a roar and then collapsed against her back. When he found the strength, he sat back and pulled her to sit on his lap. He tipped her head back and kissed her.
“How are you?”
She smiled sleepily at him. “Tired.”
He chuckled. “Let’s get you out of here before we prune.”
He dried them both and then set her on her back on the mattress. “Widen your legs, Love.”
She pressed them together. “Why?”
“I’m going to make sure you’re okay.”
She shook her head. “I’m fine.”
He ripped the blanket she was pulling to cover herself with. “Oh, no. You are never to cover yourself. Now spread your legs, or I’ll tie you down and do it anyway.”
She slowly parted her legs. He huffed out a laugh. “Snails go faster than this.”
“Snails don’t have to spread their legs,” she sniped.
He grinned and waited.
She sighed and widened her legs.
He saw her turn red when he bent down and separated her labia and then pushed a finger into her, watching to see if she flinched.
“You’re sore.”
“But it’s not bad.”
“I’m going to spread some gel inside of you. It will help with any pain and help you heal faster.”
He walked back into the bathroom, tossed the towel over his shoulder, pulled on his jeans, and grabbed what he needed.
“Good girl,” he said when he noticed she was still spread when he came back. He squirted some on two of his fingers, tossed the tube onto the nightstand, and then pushed them into her, coating the inside of her cunt with the gel.
He gritted his teeth when he saw the erotic picture before him. Her skin was flushed with desire, her legs started to shake, and she gripped the blanket underneath her.
“I’m just about done.” He wiped the gel off his fingers with the towel he’d brought with him.
“Now, I want to get you dressed and fed.”
He pulled her off the bed and took her into his closet. “This will have to do until some of your clothes are delivered.”
She looked up at him in surprise. “How’d you get my clothes?”
“I didn’t. I bought some online while you were sleeping. Some of them should be here by this afternoon.”
“You didn’t have to do that,” she said as she pulled on one of his dress shirts.
“Yes, I did, Love. Everything that has to do with you will come from me.”
Her head snapped up. “What does that mean?”
“Everything, be it clothes, food, entertainment, sleep, will come from me. Everything you do will be approved by me.”
“For how long?” she asked with wide eyes.
He faced her and stared down at her. He just realized how truly tiny she was. “Because, Love, you are my wife, and I own you.”
****
She inhaled a startled breath. He owned her? What did that mean? she thought. “Will I have any freedom at all?”
He pulled on her dress from the previous night and tied his shirt over it in a knot at her waist.
“No, you won’t.”
“Why?”
He placed his hands on her shoulders. “Because until I know you’re going to be safe, I’ll be stuck to you.”
Her stomach tightened. “What if it takes years?”
“Then you and I will get to know each other very well.” He pulled on a t-shirt and then grabbed her hand.
“But…”
He swiveled to face her. “Enough! You’ll abide by my rules or get punished.”
She tried to yank her hand away from him. “Wait! Punished? How?” she screeched.
“Nothing you can’t handle. I promise. Now, let’s go. I’m hungry.”
She let him lead her down the stairs and took a quick look around. The house was beautiful—muted earth colors were everywhere. There were no bright splashes of color anywhere, but it still looked lovely and very comfortable.
On the far wall was a marble fireplace. The tan in the marble went well with the tones of the wood floor throughout. The furniture was cream, gray, and black. Different seating arrangements were spaced in groupings, adding a sense of coziness to the space.
He tugged on her hand. “Come on. You can look at everything later.”
She nodded and followed him.
“Maddie, I’d like you to meet my wife, Faith.”
Faith stiffened until she saw a warmth fill the woman’s eyes, and she came toward her and pulled her into her arms.
“I am so pleased that Master Rafael has finally taken a bride. Look at you. You’re so beautiful. You two will make gorgeous babies,” Maddie said.
Faith smiled and stayed silent because she didn’t know what to say to that. She’d known the man for a day. She hadn’t had time to think about children.
“Come and eat. I bet you are hungry.”
“Yes. Can I help with anything?”
Maddie patted her cheek and then looked at Rafael. “She is a good one.”
Faith looked up at him and saw how pleased he was with the situation. She was, too. But it was disconcerting to realize she’d gone from one prison to another.
Although she knew very little about him, on some level, she knew she could trust him to keep her body safe. She just worried her heart would eventually be broken. Hell, she didn’t even know if after they got rid of the threat against her and her sisters, she’d still be married.