Chapter 16 #2
I hiss in a breath, but that doesn’t stop him. He spanks my ass again and again, punishing, sharp smacks before he spreads my legs wide and buries his face in my pussy. I’m still panting from the brief but painful spanking before that first stroke of his tongue on my clit.
He pulls off long enough to whisper hotly against my thigh, “I want to eat you out, then fuck you hard. You put your mouth anywhere near me, I’ll fucking come in your mouth, and I want to own your pussy this morning.”
Another sharp slap has me nearly climbing out of my skin, a swift reminder of who he is and what he expects, before he grabs my hips and pulls me closer to him.
I’m lost to sensation, my hips undulating as the pleasure courses through me.
He reaches for my nipples hanging in front of him and pinches and kneads them between his rough, hot fingers before he suckles my clit again and strokes my wet heat with his tongue.
His hot breath warms my inner thighs as he growls, “Good girls know how to listen, love. Are you a good girl?”
Over and over again, he licks me until it feels like his branding touch is on every inch of my skin—rough fingers in my core, pulsing, spreading my wetness over my ass and pussy, his tongue on my clit, tasting and easing me to climax, the fiery skin of my spanked ass turning me on until I feel like I’m going to scream.
“Beg me,” he growls against my thigh. I bite my lip and don’t respond because I fucking love when he gets just on the edge of growly with me. I scream when his teeth sink into my inner thigh. “Beg me, or I’ll tie you to this bed and take that pussy all day long without letting you come.”
Oh god. That sounds… torturous?
What will happen if I push him?
I’m on the cusp of begging, on the cusp of asking, when a sharp knock sounds at the door.
“Unless someone’s about to bomb our house or die, get the fuck out of here,” he bellows. Footsteps run away.
“Rafail,” I plead. “You should be nicer. Really.”
He stills beneath me. Uh-oh. Now I’ve done it. My heartbeat races, and my pussy throbs in need.
“Nicer?” he says in a dark whisper. “You want me to be nicer, do you?” Shaking his head, he reaches for my pussy and gives me one—just one—tiny, little press of his tongue.
I move my hips closer to him, but he pulls his mouth away.
“You’re a naughty little girl, Anissa. You think you can tell me what to do? ”
Fuck.
“I’m sorry,” I begin, even as I know it’s too little too late. I can’t ever forget that while I might be Belle, trapped in a home with a monster, my husband is still the beast who will never fully transform back into a man. And he loves it when I give him an opportunity to punish me.
“You want me to be nicer,” he says, almost thoughtfully. Warningly. He buries his face in my pussy as if savoring the musky scent of my arousal before he pushes me aside.
Nooo.
“Rafail,” I beg. “Please, please, please, don’t do it.” I hardly know what I’m begging for.
“Do what?” he asks, his eyes as dark as coal, his erection hard as steel between us. “Teach my wife to obey me?”
Without jostling my cast, he somehow miraculously manages to place me face down on the bed, not on my knees but propped up on pillows. What is he doing?
“Come here,” he says, sliding down the edge of the bed and bringing me with him. He drags me down beneath him, his hand fisted in my hair. “You really want to push me, don’t you? You were the one who decided to tell me what to do.”
I open my mouth to beg him—to plead with him to let me come and I’ll behave—when the little vixen who loves being dominated by her growly beast of a husband comes squeaking out of my mouth. I’m shaking.
“You’re not the boss of me.”
What?
His stillness is terrifying. I went too far. I said too much. I shouldn’t push him like this, not when I know—
His punishing palm meets my ass with a force that makes my skin ignite and my clit throb.
Oh god.
Another sharp smack of his palm on the exact same spot makes me beg for mercy. “Ow! Oh god, please! I’ll be good!” I beg, even as my pussy clenches, half begging for more.
“You’re damn right you’ll be good,” he grates in my ear.
“We have a lot of work to do today. You know that. Maybe a good reminder of who you belong to is in order.” Holding me against the bed, his flank pressed up against mine, I feel him fumbling in the drawer beside me.
“You’re practically begging for me to punish you, to teach you a lesson. ”
Oh no. I know the shit he keeps in that drawer, all the instruments of torture he likes to surprise me with. My mouth is open in a silent gasp when he takes something out I can’t see, but a second later, wetness trickles down my ass.
“Rafail!”
His only response is to spread lubricant down between my cheeks.
“I can’t do this.” I breathe, my heart pounding so hard I’m a little faint. “Wait! I’ve never done this before.”
“You can,” he says with certainty. “And you will. You don’t tell your husband no, little swan, not when he’s punishing you.
Do you need a reminder of what happens when you misbehave?
” Leaning in, he bites my shoulder. I scream and push, but I can’t get away.
Heat thrums in my veins, my body taut, arousal licking at every sensitive part of me with such intensity I can’t breathe.
“Thank you.”
I gasp. “For… what?”
“I’m going to enjoy every second of making you behave.”
I know this is a game we play, a dance that we love, but a part of me wonders where he ends and I begin. If I begged him to stop, would he?
But my body’s telling him a different story. My arousal trickles down my leg, my clit painfully hard and throbbing. I’m so turned on that even the teasing touch of his tongue would send me flying into orgasm right now.
My eyes squeeze shut as warmth and heat flood my senses.
I want this. I do. I love walking the line of fear and arousal, terror and excitement, never knowing what he’s going to do next.
There’s something about the unabashed way he claims my body with his that makes me feel like I’m the center of his whole world.
Bending so that his mouth is to my ear and his warm, hot body fully encompasses mine, he whispers, “Breathe, baby. Breathe.”
On instinct, I obey, and with the next breath, he glides into me. Slowly. Easing. It isn’t painful like I expect, but it feels so wrong, and my cheeks flame. “You kinky son of a bitch.” I gasp around a wicked grin. His rare, deep chuckle makes me smile as he thrusts inside me.
“Are you going to come?” he asks.
Am I? I feel so full, so aroused, but on edge. “I need a minute.”
“Good,” he says with dark approval. “Because you’re not allowed to until I tell you. If you do, you’ll regret it, Anissa.”
He glides into me again, and my clit throbs. Again, and my mouth falls open. I start to beg him to let me come when he pulls out. I mewl at the loss of him and slam the bed in frustration.
“Rafail!”
“You know the rule,” he says with a grunt, stroking himself behind me. “Bend over. Take me. I want to mark you before we leave this room.”
I throw myself over the edge of the bed, half-blind with arousal, when he grunts and moans. His hot seed spills on my back and glides over my ass as he comes hard and fast.
“That’s it, angel,” he says as he strokes himself again. “That’s what I want to remember when you sit by me today. You, wearing my mark.”
“Rafail,” I moan. “Oh my god.”
I’m still on the edge of coming, so aroused I can hardly think of anything else.
“I’ll let you come after you show me what a good girl you are.” He bends and kisses my cheek. “And I promise you, it’ll be worth the wait.” He leaves me on the bed, and I contemplate what he will do if I make myself come.
Yeah. Not worth it.
Fuck.
When he comes back, he has a folded towel in his hand. I scowl at him.
“No pouting, baby,” he says with a self-satisfied smile. It’s so rare for him to smile that when he does, it feels like the sun shining down after a long winter. “I promise it’ll be worth it.”
He wipes me off before he presses his hand to my lower back. “I’ll dress you. Stay right here.” He bends down and whispers in my ear. “And if you touch yourself without permission, you’ve broken a cardinal rule. Don’t test me, Anissa.”
“What rule is that?” I yell at his retreating back when he goes to fetch my clothes.
And all of it, damn near all of it, is almost worth the torture when he turns back to stare at me, his fiery gaze sparking. “No one touches what’s mine.”
I stare at him. I think I love him. I’ve fallen for this veritable beast of a man, every grumpy, growly inch of him. I’ve fallen, and I’ve fallen hard.
And I’m not the only one.
My mind whirs with this realization while he gets clothes from the closet and dresses me. I hardly even notice until I look down to see I’m wearing a dress.
“A dress?” I ask.
“I love seeing you wear a dress.” His rough lips graze my cheek. “Better access. Now. We’re heading downstairs. Rodion and Zoya need help with a few things, and then you and I are heading into town.”
My jaw drops. He’s letting me out of the house again?
Still wearing his cum?
“Rafail,” I whisper. “Are you serious?”
“Of course.”
“Why?” I whine.
“I have a business meeting, and it’s in my family’s best interest if you join me.” He gives me a wicked smile. Tipping his head to the side, he clucks his tongue. “Surely, you don’t have any plans on disobeying your husband in public, do you?”
I blink and shake my head wordlessly.
“Good,” he says, satisfied. “Because I’m very much looking forward to your reward.”