Chapter 5 Rafail
RAFAIL
Brat.
Hailey’s refusal to yield has my cock siphoning all my blood away from my brain. I need to think. I can’t. Not with the feeling of her wet, hot mouth on my thumb.
One more provocation and I am going to take her over my knee.
The little printsesa would like that, judging from that whine she made. Barely audible, but I understood what it meant.
I unfasten my pants and pull out my cock while facing away from her.
I watch her in the mirror on the living room wall.
She could see me, too, if she looked slightly to one side, but she stares at my back as if transfixed.
Slowly, I unfasten the remaining buttons on my shirt and toss that aside. I palm my hard length.
“If I suck your cock, will you let me go?” she asks.
“No.”
Her shoulders slump.
“But I’ll let you suck my cock since you’re so eager for it.” I turn around. Her eyes flare wide at the sight of me.
“I’ve changed my mind. I don’t feel like choking to death today.” Despite her attempt at a prim refusal, her eyes darken, and she shifts in her seat like she’s trying to get more friction between her legs. Let the brat stew in her own desire.
“I insist.” I step forward, grab a fistful of her hair, and force her head back. She gazes up at me with real fear. “We have time to kill. The marriage license is not valid until forty-eight hours from when I obtained it.”
“What? I didn’t apply for any license!” she protests.
“You don’t need to. Only one party is required. I obtained it this morning. We have the rest of tonight, all of tomorrow, and another night to get to know one another.”
“Rafail, you are a piece of work. I cannot believe you applied to marry me without consulting me-mph.”
I thrust the head of my cock between her lips, half-fearing she’ll bite me. Very few people defy me. Only my little printsesa talks back to me. I am glad that has not changed in the years since I last saw her.
She opens wider and takes the full head with a soft moan.
Her lashes flutter downward. I use her hair to adjust the angle so I can slide deeper into the hot cavern of her mouth.
Bliss rolls up my spine. At first, I try to hold back, but soon I’m fucking her mouth with abandon.
Using her mouth to pleasure myself. She squirms and sighs as wet noises fill the room.
“You like this, don’t you, printsesa? You’ve wanted to suck my cock for so long. I never let you have it before. But you can have me now.”
She makes an unintelligible sound suspiciously like pleasure.
I tighten my grip on her hair and pull. Tears well at the corners of her eyes, but I don’t read pain or fear in those viridescent depths.
She could unman me in an instant with her perfect teeth.
She doesn’t. Instead, she sighs around my cock and swirls her tongue around the head when I pull back slightly.
Hailey thinks I didn’t know back then that she had a schoolgirl crush on her big bad older stepbrother. She was about as subtle as a Kalashnikov machine gun. I’d have had to be blind not to see it. Even then, she wasn’t trying to hide it.
Now I have her at my mercy.
“That’s it. Let me fuck your mouth. I’m going to come and you’re going to let me, right down your throat. You’ll swallow every drop like a good girl, won’t you?”
Apparently, I like to narrate my way through sex with this woman, and only this woman. I have never been one for words, in bed or out of them. I select. I fuck. I leave. That’s it. Tears only make me depart faster. But Hailey…
I erupt, tugging her long curls. She chokes.
I don’t let up. I give her as much as she can take, which isn’t all of my cock, but close.
Tears stream down her cheeks. When I’ve pumped the very last drop into her lush mouth with a groan of pleasure, she slowly slides off and kisses the still-weeping tip.
Her wrists and ankles are still bound to the chair.
“Now are you going to let me go?” she asks softly. “You got what you wanted. Revenge on me. Your stupid passkey thing. The least you can do is let me get up and use the bathroom.”
Pleasure drains away from my body. She is right. I have been selfish. I don’t bother to untie the silk bonds. I tuck myself away, fasten my pants, bend to take out a switchblade from my ankle holster, and slice her free with a few quick movements. She rubs her wrists and dashes away the tears.
“You enjoyed that.” Uncertainty bleeds into me.
“Keep telling yourself that, Rafail.” She pushes to her feet and brushes past me.
Her magnificent tits make contact with my bare torso.
Two layers of fabric are the only barrier between us.
Heat surges through my body again. She was beautiful as a girl.
Now? Despite her disheveled appearance and straight-from-bartending outfit, she is the sexiest, most compelling female I have ever seen.
I can’t think straight around her. That is a problem. We are safe enough, for now. What will happen the day after tomorrow when we are scheduled to appear at the Russian Orthodox church to seal our union?
Hailey
I stumble into the bathroom and click the flimsy lock. My back hits the barrier, blocking Rafail if he attempts to come in—he’s not going to be deterred by a simple piece of metal.
He takes what he wants.
Despite my protests, I liked it. The tears were real. His cock was huge and it made my eyes water while I sucked him down eagerly. Who am I? What am I doing?
I snake my hand down my pants without bothering to unbutton or unzip them and rub the swollen, needy part of me that’s begging for relief. I sink my fingers into my own wetness and come almost instantly.
Not enough. Not even close. I sag against the door questioning my life choices.
“Are you alright in there?” Rafail’s voice rumbles through the thin barrier.
“Fine!” Panicking, I slap the water on and flush the toilet. I hope he didn’t hear me do that. “I’m going to take a shower. Are there any clean clothes here?”
“I will find something for you to wear.”
Great. He’ll probably give me some ridiculous lingerie with a bow on the ass and call that clothing. Maybe that would be true in a technical sense, but not exactly something I can get comfortable in.
A fantasy of me dressed in red lingerie and writhing on Rafail’s lap like a stripper flashes through my mind.
Ruthlessly, I suppress it and step into the shower.
He brings out my dirtiest fantasies. Always has.
Cold water hits my skin with stinging force.
My entire body trembles with pent-up exhaustion, hunger, and adrenaline.
I need to eat. More than that, I need to figure out how to escape.
There’s no window in this bathroom. Isn’t that my luck? It must be after four in the morning by now. I’m tired, especially after working a grueling ten-hour shift, yet I’m so wired I can’t imagine falling asleep.
Where would I sleep? Tied to a chair again? In a bed, next to my captor? What would he do to me?
How the hell am I going to tell him I’m still a virgin?
I drop my forehead against the glass shower wall and groan.
The water decides to warm up right then.
Scalding hot water has me lurching for the knob and trying to get the temperature right.
I find shampoo and conditioner, cheap drugstore brands like Mom used to buy when we had no money, and aggressively scrub away the memory of Rafail pulling my hair. I can’t believe I liked that.
I wonder how he knows me so well, when I hardly know myself.