Chapter 7
Rafe
“ W e’re not done,” I say, unbuckling my belt.
Alina sits up slowly, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and desire. She watches me with a wary hunger as I push my pants down and release my aching cock. I take her hand and wrap it around me, guiding her strokes.
She bites her lip and starts to stroke me harder. I let out a low groan and grab her by the hair, pulling her head back so I can see her eyes.
“Tell me you want it,” I demand.
“I want it,” she says breathlessly.
“Tell me you need it.”
“I need it.”
“Tell me who owns you.”
She hesitates for a moment, and I tighten my grip on her hair.
“No one,” she hisses, squeezing my cock so hard it’s almost painful. “No one fucking owns me.”
“That’s not the right answer,” I growl. “I thought you were my good girl, Alina.”
I release her hair and lift her off the desk, turning her around so she faces away from me.
Bending her over the desk, I slide the remains of her dress down and out of the way.
My hands roam over her ass and lower back as I position myself at her entrance.
But instead of pushing into her heat, I reach for the letter opener I dropped on the desk while I was busy feasting on her cunt.
Sliding it down her back, I revel in the way she shivers under my touch. I push the handle between her ass cheeks, not stopping until it’s nudged against her pussy.
“Are you my good girl?” I rasp.
She shakes her head and thrashes underneath me. “Not if it means letting you own me,” she spits.
With a chuckle, I push the handle of the letter opener into her wet heat.
“Rafe,” she cries. “That… that feels… no I can’t… what even is… oh fuck!” Her moans turn nonsensical as I fuck her faster and harder with the letter opener.
“You can,” I growl. “And you will cream all over this family heirloom. I’m not letting you up until it’s dripping with your juices.”
Her body quakes, and I know she’s close again. The primal satisfaction of having her at my mercy, of bending her to my will, sends a shiver up my spine. She bucks against the desk, teetering on the edge of ecstasy as I work the letter opener in and out of her slick cunt.
“Rafe, please,” she gasps, voice breaking. “Please let me come.”
“Only if you admit what we both already know,” I hiss back. “Tell me whose good girl you are.”
I withdraw the handle slowly, savoring the way she clenches around it. She lets out a frustrated whimper, her body trembling with need.
“Say it,” I command, hovering the handle just outside her entrance.
She pants heavily. “You,” she finally rasps. “Your good girl. Please… please make me come…”
“Good girl.” I slam the handle back into her pussy, fucking her relentlessly with it as her cries fill the room. The wet sounds of her arousal mixing with her moans drive me wild.
I reach around to rub her clit while I continue thrusting the letter opener inside her. Her whole body stiffens and then convulses as another powerful orgasm takes hold of her.
“Yes! Oh God, yes!” she screams.
Her juices gush out, coating the handle as promised. I keep fucking her through it until she’s a quivering mess on the desk.
Pulling the now glistening letter opener from her wet heat, I briefly admire how soaked it is before spinning her around and bringing it up to her mouth. “Clean it,” I groan. “Lick the handle clean.”
To my surprise, she doesn’t even hesitate. She opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out, snaking it around the handle. Unable to stand the sight, I do the same. Our tongues touch, and I’m so fucking ready for her.
Her legs are still shaking when I throw the letter opener on the floor. “You look so fucking beautiful like this,” I murmur against her lips before kissing her hard.
Alina kisses me back feverishly, hands roaming over my arms and shoulders, before sliding down between us to grasp my throbbing cock again. She strokes me with newfound urgency, and it doesn’t take long before I’m groaning into her mouth.
I pull back slightly so our eyes can meet—hers are dark with desire and challenge. Without breaking eye contact, I lift her back onto the desk and position myself at her dripping entrance.
“Tell me who owns you,” I demand one last time as I rub my tip teasingly against her clit.
She glares defiantly at me even as she moans softly from the contact. “No one,” she insists breathlessly.
With a low growl of frustration and lust, I thrust into her hard enough to make us both gasp. Her walls tighten around my thick shaft, drawing me deeper into her heat.
Wrapping one arm around her waist while gripping a handful of hair with my other hand, I start pounding into Alina mercilessly. Each thrust forces those sweet sounds from deep within her chest—moans laced with longing that spur me on further.
The desk creaks, papers scatter across its surface like fallen leaves in a storm as we lose ourselves completely in each other’s bodies.
“You’re mine,” I snarl between thrusts when our eyes meet again—daring Alina to contradict what we both know.
Her moans rise in pitch and frequency as I take her faster and harder than before. She’s completely at my mercy, with no escape from the relentless assault on her senses.
“You’re mine,” I groan again.
She cries out as another orgasm tears through her body, leaving her shaking and breathless beneath me. The way she clenches around my cock is almost too much for me to handle—I’m right on the edge myself now.
“Goddamn it,” I groan through clenched teeth as she clenches around me. The sensation is almost too much after holding back for so long.
Alina’s scream is guttural and raw. She thrashes beneath me, but there’s no escape from my relentless pace. Her pussy grips me tight as if trying to pull me even deeper.
“Rafe! Fuck. Yes. Just like that. I’m… I’m… yes, I’m yours.”
Her cries become incoherent again as she spirals into another orgasm. The sound of our bodies slapping together mixes with our panting breaths and moans. It’s primal and intense, and it only fuels my desire more.
“Come for me again,” I demand harshly.
And she does, with a wail that sounds almost like agony, her whole body seizing up before going limp on my desk. I pull back and admire her—hair spread around her in a dark halo, body gleaming with sweat, chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath. She looks so fucking beautiful like this.
Alina’s words still echo in my ears, “Yes, I’m yours.”
But I need more from her. I want to hear it again. I want to see that defiant fire in her eyes give way to raw need.
Her wet cunt twitches as I slide out of her. She shudders at the loss, whimpering softly, as if pleading for me to come back and fill her again.
“On your knees,” I order.
She moves sluggishly, limbs trembling from exertion and pleasure, but she obeys. Slowly, she slides off the desk and sinks to her knees in front of me. Her eyes look up at me, still glazed and unfocused, but there’s a hint of challenge there too.
I grab my cock and rub the tip over her lips. “Open.”
Without hesitation, Alina parts her lips. I slide into her mouth inch by inch, feeling the warmth of her tongue against my shaft. Her eyes flutter closed as she takes me deeper.
“Look at me while you suck my cock,” I command.
She struggles but manages to meet my gaze as she begins to bob her head slowly up and down my length. The sight alone nearly drives me fucking insane. The wet heat of her mouth combined with those dark eyes staring up at me with a mixture of defiance and submission.
“Yes… just like that,” I groan.
I grip the sides of her head, guiding her movements faster now. She gags slightly as I hit the back of her throat, but doesn’t falter. Instead, she doubles down on her efforts—hollowing out her cheeks and sucking harder.
A guttural moan escapes me at the sensation. My hips thrust forward instinctively, pushing myself even deeper into her mouth until I feel the tight ring of muscles at the entrance to her throat.
Holy fuck. This girl— my good girl —is something else.
“Take it all,” I growl through gritted teeth as I push past that barrier.
Alina’s eyes water, but she doesn’t pull away or protest. Instead, she swallows around my invading length with determination.
I fuck into her mouth ruthlessly, all gentleness gone now in favor of raw need and desire. My balls slap against her chin with each thrust while obscene gagging sounds fill the room alongside our mingled moans and panting breaths.
Despite being used so roughly, her eyes never leave mine except when they roll back momentarily from lack of air or overwhelming sensation before refocusing again on me stubbornly.
The sight alone is almost enough to make me lose control. Almost. I want more from this incredible woman before giving in completely myself.
With one final thrust that has us both groaning loudly, I suddenly pull out of Alina’s mouth, leaving it gaping open for a moment, gasping desperately for breath.
“Good girl,” I murmur hoarsely, extending a hand toward her and helping her stand up again.
And then, without warning, I lift her up and carry her over to the wall. Once her back is secured against it, I thrust back into her soaked cunt.
“Fuck!” I growl.
I’m like a man motherfucking possessed. The need to claim every inch of her over and over drives me, drives my hips forward at a punishing rhythm. Her nails dig into my shoulders as her cunt squeezes me so good it’s almost painful.
Alina’s head tilts back, and she bites her lip hard enough to draw blood. Her entire body is taut as a bowstring, ready to snap from the relentless tension I’m putting her under. Each thrust sends shockwaves through her, making her writhe and buck in my arms.
“Rafe,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “I can’t… I can’t take any more.”
But I know she can. I know she wants to. Her body betrays her, meeting each of my thrusts with desperate hunger. The friction is maddening. Her tight, wet heat threatening to undo me with every stroke.
“You said you’re mine,” I groan into her ear. “Prove it.”
Her eyes, half-lidded and drowning in lust, meet mine with a flicker of something deeper—something like surrender. It’s the look I’ve been waiting for, the moment when her defiance crumbles and she gives herself over completely.
“I’m yours,” she whispers, and it’s not just the words that get me, but the way she says them—like a vow, like a promise. “But you’re mine, too, Rafe. Only mine.”
“Fuck! Yes!” I growl, my hips snapping against hers faster and faster. “Only yours.”
Alina’s moans have taken on a desperate, keening quality. Her head tilts back, exposing the elegant line of her throat. I lower my mouth to it, biting and kissing with a ferocity that matches the rest of me. Her taste is intoxicating, a mix of salt and something uniquely her.
“I’m so close,” she gasps, her voice cracking with strain. “Rafe, please…”
Please what? Please stop? Please go harder? I don’t care. All I hear is her pleading, all I feel is her body yielding beneath mine. I want to consume her, to make her a part of me.
With a strangled cry, Alina explodes around me. Her walls clamp down with a force that drags me to the brink alongside her. I hold on by the thinnest thread, not ready to surrender just yet.
I slow my pace, letting her ride out every last wave of her orgasm. Her body trembles uncontrollably, slick with sweat and utterly spent. Yet even in this state of complete exhaustion, she meets my gaze with that unbreakable spirit I’ve come to crave.
“My turn,” I growl. “I’m going to fill this cunt with my cum. Are you ready, baby?”
“Yes, come inside me,” she demands. “Fill me up. Make me yours.”
That does it. The coil snaps and I release with a roar, pumping hot streams into her while my body convulses with wave after wave of ecstasy. Her cunt milks me for every drop, squeezing and pulsing around my cock in perfect sync with my throbbing release.