Chapter 9 Rafail
RAFAIL
Perhaps I should have gotten down on one knee?
I kneel to no one. Not even her.
From the look on her face, I probably shouldn’t have been so prideful.
“What, no prenup?” Hailey quips, and finishes a final bite of blini. She sits back. Does not open the box. Doesn’t even pick it up. Just pats her stomach, then gets up and begins washing dishes.
I am offended that she would even think to ask for one.
“We are forever, printsesa.” I close the distance between us in two strides and take her by the wrist. Her green eyes flash with lightning.
Those gold flecks spark. “Tomorrow morning you will stand at that altar, wearing that ring and the gown I bought for you, and you will become my wife. Understand?”
Her lush mouth parts. I am certain she is about to protest yet again. I don’t give her the chance. I capture her lips with mine before she can speak. I will kiss the rebellion out of her. Fuck the resistance out of her.
“How do you know I won’t run away?” she murmurs breathlessly.
“You will not because I will never allow it.” I snag a towel off the counter and whip it around her wrists, tying it in a knot while she protests. I throw her over my shoulder. I turn my head and bite her hip for good measure. She squirms. I can’t remember the last time I had…fun.
I will make her admit she feels the same way about me that I do her.
I carry her into the bedroom, throw her onto the bed—neatly made, I doubt she even thought twice about tidying up—and lean over her to unfasten her pants.
“What are you doing?” she says.
“Teaching you a lesson.” I strip the fabric down her gorgeous legs, miles of beautiful creamy skin stretching all the way to the hem of my shirt she’s wearing. A thump of desire bolts through me. My cock strains against its prison.
Hailey kicks wildly. The more she fights me, the better I like it—until one flailing foot comes too close to my crotch. I whip off my belt and loop it around her ankles, twice, three times. On the fourth, I buckle it tightly.
“You’re tying me up?” she gasps.
“You cannot be trusted. You nearly kicked me in the balls.” I flip her onto her stomach. Her ass, framed in silky panties, is ripe for my palm. I swat her twice, once on each cheek. She yelps.
“Ohhh…” Her cry ends in a sigh. Propped on her bound hands and knees, she wiggles her bottom. I don’t hesitate to oblige her unspoken request. Each stinging strike makes her flinch and moan. She clearly loves it, yet she seems to be fighting the urge to give in. I decide to push her further.
I will accept nothing less than her complete surrender. “Admit you like it when I spank you.”
“Rafail, you’re such an asshole.” She tries to roll over. Her beautiful long waves stick to her reddened face.
I grip her hips, pulling her back onto her knees. Her face gets buried in the blanket for a moment, until she finds her arms and props herself up again to breathe.
“Curse me all you want, printsesa. I would bet anything that if I touch you…here…I’ll find you soaking wet.
” I trace the outline of her sex beneath the thin barrier of her silky panties.
They are, indeed, exactly as I expected.
Drenched with her desire for me. A needy whimper escapes from her.
“Your lips may spout lies, but your body speaks truth.”
I drag my fingertip up and down her slit. She tries to push her hips back to get more friction. I give her a quick smack on the pussy—a different kind of spanking. Her squeak of surprise ends in a moan.
I take out my cock and kneel on the bed next to her hip, blocking her from attempting that trick again. With one hand, I gently caress her swollen pussy, while stroking my hard length with the other.
“You’re torturing me,” she whines.
“I am very good at that,” I agree easily. “Shall I continue?”
She makes a sound of pure frustration. Music to my ears. I adore having this woman at my mercy. I slow my strokes. “I didn’t hear a yes.”
“Goddamn it, Rafe, quit playing around and let me come.”
“Ask nicely.”
“Please.”
“Beg for it, printsesa.”
“I hate you,” she seethes.
“I know. I am the worst ex-stepbrother. First the kidnapping, then giving you an orgasm, and making you breakfast. Clearly, I am the worst.”
“One orgasm and one breakfast does not make up for the kidnapping,” she snaps. “Not to mention putting my life in danger.”
I may have pushed her too far.
“How many orgasms would make it up to you? Pick a number.” I slip my forefinger beneath the gusset. A shiver rolls down my spine. She’s incredible, so soft and wet and wanting. It would take nothing for me to nudge aside her panties and thrust into her greedy virgin pussy.
“Five. No, ten. I’ll be shocked if you can give me two in a row.”
“Challenge accepted. If I can give you twelve before tomorrow morning, you will put on that dress and walk down the aisle and say yes to me before the priest.” She’s not much of a negotiator.
I have dealt with newbie boyevik that are better at getting what they want.
Then again, I usually negotiate with a gun, not armed with a kitchen towel and a belt.
“You’re an arrogant ass, you know that?”
I smack her rear again. Her triumphant little grin sends a surge of blood straight into my dick.
I might not be negotiating all that well right now, either.
I refuse to lose this challenge, though.
I slip my hand all the way inside her panties and find her clit.
A few circles with two fingers and she breaks.
Last night, I didn’t have the chance to watch her come.
Tasted her pleasure, yes. Felt her tremble at my touch and reveled in it.
To see her break? This is a rapturous experience in and of itself.
Her thighs quake with tension. Quick breaths puff past her parted lips.
She bows her head to her bound hands almost as if in prayer.
I could come from watching her. I don’t. I take her through the full experience, until her body sags and she exhales a long sigh.
“One down.” I take a moment to shuck my trousers.
Then I grab the kitchen towel binding her hands together and hook it onto the metal headboard, forcing her onto her back.
Her knees fall open to reveal sheer mesh panties.
Taking my time to enjoy every inch of revealed flesh, with her pink center playing coy behind that fabric prison.
I push her knees apart and bend myself over to kiss her there. She tastes so damn delicious. I dip my tongue inside her folds and brush the delicate barrier. Mine to break. Mine to own.
But not until I have pushed her over the brink twice more. Three down, nine to go.
“You win,” she gasps after the third one. “Please. Just do it. Fuck me. I’m done. I need it, Rafe—”
“You’ll get my cock when I’m good and ready.
” I won’t allow my printsesa to feel the slightest pain when I take her.
I untie her hands and feet briefly to give her a break.
I strip the black T-shirt she’s wearing over her head, unfasten her bra with one quick twist and throw the wretched contraption across the room.
“You should always be free like this,” I say, taking her breasts in my hands for the very first time.
“Hardly practical,” she mutters.
“Not an issue for my wife.”
“I’m not your wife.”
“Yet.” I pinch her nipple just hard enough to make her sigh. “Do you intend to fight me every step of the way?”
“Yes.”
I stop. Pull back. Wait. Watch her squirm. Tendrils of dark hair slither over her lush breasts.
“Rafail,” she half-pleads, half-seethes. Her bindings don’t give. I cock one eyebrow, waiting for the surrender she’s stubbornly holding onto. “Fine,” she finally says when I don’t budge. “I already begged you to fuck me, and you said no. What do you want from me now?”
I crawl onto the bed beside her and palm my cock. Her eyes darken. She twists, trying to reach it. She’ll try to push me over the edge. I still owe her a lot of orgasms in a short amount of time. Hailey will try to draw this out so that I lose. Her tactics won’t work.
Her hot mouth closes over me like a glove of wet, heated silk. I could lose myself in her this way. I close my eyes. For one brief moment, I am the one who surrenders.