Just when she thought he was going to leave her there in unbelievable agony, he tugged against the delicate material, ripping it from her body. Excitement filled her when she heard the telling rip of a foil packet.
“Yes, please…”
She was ready as he thrust his engorged manhood deep inside her. Light exploded behind her eyes as fire built deep inside. He pushed her legs wider apart, baring her body to his view as he pushed deep inside, over and over again.
The table shook as his body slammed against her ass as he buried himself deep within her swollen folds. He was pushing so fast – so hard – she should be in pain, but she could only feel pleasure as she reached for the edge of her abyss.
“Don’t stop, please don’t ever stop…”
“I can’t stop – not ever,” he cried out as he moved even quicker, the flesh of his legs quivering as he rocked into her. The complete haze of lust covering his eyes sent her flying over the edge of sanity. His thick staff ripped into her, his body taught and filled with desire – for her – only her. She was heady on the surge of power running through her blood.
“Oh, Ari, you feel so good. Yes, baby, grip me tight…” he cried as he slammed against her, his pelvis hitting her throbbing womanhood, causing an explosion. She shattered around him, gripping his throbbing erection tight with spasms of the strong yet swollen walls of her femininity.
Rafe froze against her as his body shook, his manhood pumping repeatedly against the swollen walls of her insides while he groaned in pleasure. She felt every motion as he began easing gently in and out of her, drawing the moment out for both of them.
Neither of them spoke as they began to breathe easier, both of them lost in the exhilaration they’d just created for one another. For those few silent moments, Ari could pretend they were any other normal couple who’d just come together in an burst of color. She could pretend he wasn’t a sadistic monster.
“Sign the contract, Ari. We’re good together. You know you want to.”
Ari’s bubble popped at his words. She wasn’t with a typical man. She was with Rafe – control freak extraordinaire. She could never be free to have a regular relationship with him.
“It will never happen. You may set me on fire with a single touch, but once I’ve come back down to earth I remember you for the monster you are,” she calmly answered. She heard Rafe's sharp intake of breath.
“I’m still buried deep inside you, Ari. Am I really such a monster?” he mocked as his h*ps slightly moved, stirring her heat against her will.
“You’ve been with a lot of women. You obviously know how to pleasure one. Just because a chicken dances on a hot plate, doesn’t mean he wants to be there. I can feel pleasure while still despising you. I can cum while wanting to be anywhere but underneath you. Don’t think too highly of yourself just because you know how to touch me in the right places,” she said bravely, praying he wouldn’t call her on her bluff.
She was falling for him – falling in ways that terrified her. If she submitted to him, he’d own her, body – heart – and soul. She would never be free again. Her entire goal was to anger him enough that he’d walk away before he destroyed her.
“You will push me too far someday, Ari,” he warned as he pulled from her, leaving her with a feeling of emptiness as he set her up and moved the straps of her dress back up her shoulders so she could once again move her arms. When he was finished, he looked her deep in the eyes.
She cringed as the blood rushed down her arms, sending a throbbing sensation through her upper torso. As her body relaxed, the pain from her burn and being bound came to the surface. She refused to rub the areas in front of him, though, not wanting to give him any kind of satisfaction. She’d wait to whimper when she was in privacy.
“I don’t care. If you don’t like what I have to say, then quit pursuing me.”
“I’m not pursing you, Ari. You happened to show up on my boat, remember? Needless of who came to whom tonight, you’ll be mine – just like I owned you only moments ago. It’s only a matter of time. As long as you keep fighting me, you’re only denying both of us pleasure we could be feeling every single night. I’m not the monster you think I am. I just have certain rules. Doesn’t everyone feel the same when they go into a new relationship together? I just happen to be honest about myself, and I expect the same from my business partners,” he said as if he were the most reasonable man to ever exist.
“If you’re so honest, does your family know about your little contracts?”
He glared at her and she knew she was pushing all the wrong buttons with him that night. His hand lifted and she was afraid for a moment that he was going to strike her.
He glared when she flinched.
“I’ve told you before that I don’t need to use pain, Ari. You’ll learn that. There are much more pleasurable ways for me to punish you,” he threatened as he stepped back.
She slowly scooted off the table, finding her legs weak as she stood. She didn’t know what to do next. She was stuck in the middle of a large bed of water on a boat with a man she didn’t know if she wanted to kiss or hit more.
“I’ll escort you to your room. You know where mine is in case you change your mind about my contract,” he said stiffly as he turned and started walking toward the door. She had to jog to keep up with him as he led her down the hallway.
No more words were spoken as he directed her to a door and opened it for her. She shut it in his face, then leaned against the solid wood and fought the urge to cry. She was really in the deep end. She walked to the bed and sank slowly onto it, not expecting sleep to claim her that night.
She was wrong. The soothing motion of the boat rocking gently on the waves lulled her to sleep in no time – clearing her mind of stressful decisions, and allowing her body time to heal.
*****
Anger consumed Rafe as he walked away. His face was stone cold, not showing a single emotion he was feeling to the outside world, but his insides were mangled.
He wanted her to be with him. He needed her to do it willingly.
Doubt flooded him for the first time, and the foreign emotion caused near panic to fill him. He didn’t like any of the weak emotions to penetrate his thick skin. He was too strong for weakness – he was too good for that.
Rafe turned down the hall and walked into his room, quietly shutting the door, not allowing his anger control over him. He wouldn’t slam the door; he wouldn’t smash his fists into walls. He’d have a drink and figure out what his next move was.