Page 66 of Mr. North

“Fuck . Yes!”

“Do you want to me tease your clit with my fingers while I pound you with my dick?”

“Yes .”

“Do you want me to bite your nipples?”

“Yes .”

Faster. Faster. He speeds up, his hand pumping up and down. His mouth opens, the muscles in his shoulders and his neck straining. “Do you want to taste my cum on your tongue, Beth?”

“Shit. Shit, please. Yes. I need you so badly,” I gasp. I need to touch myself, to feel my clit, slick and swollen beneath my fingers as I rub it in small circles. I can’t though. My hands are still restrained, so there’s nothing I can do but ride the exquisitely torturous waves of need and pleasure that lap at my body.

“Do you want to see my favorite thing about this chair?” Raphael asks.

“Your favorite thing?” A jolt of nerves fires through me. I was intimidated enough by the mere sight of the chair. Getting into it was taxing enough. But now it does something more than restrain and bare every part of me? Raphael smirks as he steps toward me. He reaches out and places a hand on the small arm rest to my right, searching underneath it, then clicking something to the side. Suddenly, I’m falling forward, the whole chair pivoting on an axis beneath me. I drop forward a clear foot, and I can’t help but let out a cry of surprise. Before I can topple forward and go crashing to the floor, however, a mechanism below the chair catches me, jerking me to a halt. My back is now at a ninety degree angle, my face in line with the floor, my ass and my pussy up in the air, almost as if I’m on my hands and knees.

Raphael growls, low in the back of his throat, the sound filled with brutal excitement. “There we are,” he snarls. “Now I can fuck you properly.”

If I were going to be afraid at any point in these proceedings, now would be the time. I’m prone, restrained, and in a very weak position. Raphael is the biggest, strongest guy I’ve ever encountered, and he sounds like he’s been swept away in the moment, lost on a sea of desire and the urgent need to claim and fuck. I am not afraid, though. I know, with just one word from me, a switch will flip in his head, and all of this will stop. He swore he’ll never hurt me, and I know he was telling the truth. Raph slowly walks around me, pacing slowly, completely naked, and every single hair on my damn body stands to attention.

“What are you going to do?” I ask.

I can’t see him anymore. I can only see the polished floor three feet away from my face, and the glare from the light overhead reflected in it. Raphael makes a tutting sound from behind me. “I’m going to fuck you, of course,” he muses. “I’m going to slam myself into you from behind until I’m finished with you. I’m going to touch you wherever I like. I’m going to use you however I like. And then I’m going to decide if you deserve to come or not, Beth.”

It feels difficult to breathe like this, hovering over the floor, but I don’t complain. I just wait. His fingers touch me first, and not near my clit or my pussy, but near my ass. He moans a little as he traces the tips of his fingers between my ass cheeks, slowly lowering them down, until he reaches my asshole. I’ve never allowed anyone to touch me there before. I’m fairly sure no one has even looked at me there before, so the knowledge that Raphael North is staring at me, enjoying the fact that he can stroke and tease at me, rubbing the wetness from my pussy upward so that it’s entirely covering me, is a little daunting. I’m not expecting how good it feels. I grit my teeth, expecting pain and discomfort, but Raph doesn’t push his fingers inside me right away. He strokes and he plays, until I find myself out of breath and turned on, moving against his hand.

“You’re a naughty girl, Beth. You want my fingers in your ass, don’t you?”

I can’t answer this. It feels wrong, dirty, to tell him that I do. I screw my eyes shut, opening my mouth as he pushes down, applying an intense pressure against me. A blisteringly hot wall of heat spreads over me, and Raphael groans.

“You have no fucking idea how beautiful you are to me right now. Your ass is like a peach. I’m going to devour it. I’m going to make it mine,” he informs me. I shiver again, and Raphael takes his cock and begins to rub it against my pussy. He focuses on my clit, working the head of his dick back and forth over the small, tight bundle of nerves until I’m trembling. When he pushes himself into my pussy, it’s as if I’ve been shot through with electricity. The sensation, being stretched, being so full of him, is so intense that my vision actually flashes, my eyes blurring for a second.

“Fuck, Beth. Your pussy feels amazing.” If I’m not mistaken, Raphael sounds like he’s struggling to rein in his own pleasure, just as I’m fighting to rein in mine. He slowly slides into of me, and there’s a second where I can’t remember how to force oxygen into my lungs. He feels…he feels incredible .

I moan, and it’s as if something snaps inside Raphael. “Fuck!” he hisses. “Shit, Beth. Soak me. Make my dick wet.” He slams himself home, his hands on my hips, fingers digging into my skin, and I scream, my cry ripping free from my vocal chords, making my throat raw. Raphael doesn’t go slowly. He doesn’t stop. He thrusts himself into me again, and then again, and again, grunting with the effort of fucking me so hard. “You’re so…fucking…tight ,” he rasps. He applies a little more pressure, and his finger dips inside my ass, causing me to buck against him.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you,” he says. “I’m going to make you feel good, I promise.”

Raphael North does not lie.

He fucks me brutally, and I lose track of all time and self. He’s inside me; his fingers are inside me; his mouth is on my back; he’s reaching around and kneading my breasts while he rocks his hips against mine.

I love every second of it.

I can feel him getting harder and harder with every thrust. It’s unbelievable. With every upward thrust of his hips, his body rubs against my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure racing around my body, and I begin to beg. “Please, Raph. Please. Please. Please. Please let me come. I need you so fucking bad.”

“How badly do you want to fall apart right now?” he asks.

“So bad. So fucking bad. Please !”

“Okay, I suppose you have earned it.” I’d never have thought he was holding back, but Raphael ramps up his movements a hundred fold, making my pulse race away. I can’t take this anymore. I can’t fucking do it. I bounce and I rock against him as hard as I can, and Raphael fucks me even harder. The moment rises up at me, smashing into me, making me scream loud and hard. Raphael slides his fingers deeper into my ass just as I come, and he makes a strangled, guttural, frustrated sound.

“I’m going to come, Beth. I’m gonna fucking come, too.”

He releases inside me, his hips smashing into me from behind as he roars, his entire being one huge, tense mass of muscle. I scream his name, and both of us grind against one another, riding out the final ebb and flow of our climaxes.

No one has ever been able to make me come like this before. No one has ever made me come alive like this. I’m still recovering from the overwhelming pleasure when Raphael pulls out of me and walks around the chair with his dick in his hand. “That felt good, little butterfly, didn’t it?” he pants.

“Yes. My god…yes.” He must know it did; he heard me pleading with him to fuck me. He makes a pleased sound, then takes hold of a handful of my hair and forces my head back. The expression on his face is fierce. “I swear to you, Beth. My work. My money. My life here in New York. None of it means anything to me. From here on out, my only priority is making you feel good. The world can burn, and everyone in it can perish. So long as you’re by my side, Elizabeth Dreymon, I’m going to make sure you feel good every damn day for the rest of your life. You can count on that.”

—THE END—

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