I’m not doing anything per se, besides allowing him to look at and touch wherever he desires. I know how his mind works, though. I am a spectacle. A view to be enjoyed. He called me his little butterfly just now, and in a way I really am. I feel like an exotic creature, pinned into place and kept behind glass for him to hang on a wall and enjoy whenever he feels like it. He loves to observe his treasures at his leisure, and I am basically giving him free rein to do that right now. “Good,” I pant. “I want to make you happy. I want to be a good girl for you.”
“If you really want to be a good girl for me, Beth, you can do something for me. You can open your mouth for me and tip your head back. All the way back.”
I don’t even give it a second thought. I am so eager to please him that I think he could ask anything of me right now and I would do it. I hear the sound of more material being removed or adjusted, I can’t tell which, and then there is a loop around my neck, and Raphael is tightening it. “Don’t worry, little one. Don’t worry. I have you. You’re safe here. Do you trust me?”
Until recently, I might not have said yes to that question. Everything has changed now, though. I don’t even think I’m the same human being anymore. I’m barely even human at all. I’ve transformed into this primal creature that thinks in terms of food for energy, for fuel, to keep me from passing out in the bedroom. Sleep, so I can rest and recuperate, so that I can be ready for the next time Raph wants me. I trust him implicitly, no matter what.
“Yes,” I tell him. “I trust you, I swear.”
“Good.” The loop around my neck is pulled tight, and a flash of panic explodes in my head. It’s a natural response; anyone in their right mind would freak out to feel a length of material fastening around their throats. The panic dies almost immediately, though. He won’t hurt me. He’ll never hurt me. I believe that to my very core.
Raphael’s mouth is on mine, then, his lips crushing up against mine, firm and insistent. His kiss is a claim, a brand, filled with fire and need. His tongue sweeps inside my mouth, probing and exploring, tasting me, and I open myself to him, relishing the feel of his breath on my face. There’s a connection between us when he kisses me like this. Powerful. We’re two halves of a complex, confusing puzzle, snapping into place. Pieces that, when held up to the light and studied, appear as if they’d never fit together. But we do.
My hands close into fists behind my back, digging my fingernails into my palms. I can feel the breaking point of my skin, and I know that if I press just a little harder, I’ll be bleeding.
Raphael bites at my bottom lip, tugging at my mouth. He pulls back when I gasp, laughing under his breath again. “You belong to me,” he pants. “You’re my possession. If I tell you to open your mouth, you do it. If I tell you to suck, you do it. If I tell you to lick, you do it. If I tell you to open your legs for me, you do it. Do you understand?”
“Yes. I…I under…stand.”
“So open your mouth for me, Beth. Do it now. I’m gonna push myself to the back of your throat.”
Just because I haven’t had a boyfriend for years, doesn’t mean I’ve had no sex drive. I’ve watched porn from time to time. I’ve always turned the sound down, though, unable to get past the cheesy lines that come out of the actors’ mouths. The things they would say to one another in the heat of fucking like animals would always throw me. I’d find myself cringing instead of turned on. When Raphael says this to me now, though, a wave of adrenaline and excitement crashes into me. I obey him without question. Raphael must already have removed his pants. He cups the back of my neck with his hand, holding me in place, and then the tip of his cock is rubbing against my lips, hard and warm. I can taste him. When I’ve given people head before, the taste of semen has been something I’ve avoided at all costs. Salty. Musky. Enough to almost put me off going down on a guy altogether. Raphael’s cum doesn’t taste of anything, though. He smells clean, like soap and laundry detergent. As I take him into my mouth, I can feel how insanely wet I am between my legs. I’m growing more and more turned on by the second.
Raphael is true to his word. He slowly pushes himself into my mouth, still holding my head in place, and he doesn’t stop until I whimper. He’s not all the way inside—he’s way too big for me to be able to take the whole thing—but the head of his erection is at the back of my throat. I close my lips around him and suck gently, and Raphael groans, a deep, low, need-filled sound that makes my head swim. His hands tangle in my hair as he slides himself back, withdrawing, giving me a second to breathe. “Your lips look amazing wrapped around my dick, Beth,” he hisses. “Use your tongue. Massage me. Make me wet with your mouth.”
These commands are non-negotiable. I do as he tells me to, working my tongue over him, swirling it around his hard flesh, teasing and flicking the tip of his cock inside my mouth. Raphael makes a satisfied, urgent sound as I swallow, sucking harder. “Yes, little butterfly. Just like that. You’re amazing. So fucking beautiful,” he whispers. “You suck me so perfectly.” He thrusts himself back into my mouth, and I draw a deep breath in through my nose. I use my tongue to lick and lave at him, to further tease him, and Raphael groans again. The sound of his pleasure is like pouring gasoline on an open flame. I work him into a frenzy, until I can feel him growing harder and harder in my mouth. If I keep going right now, he’s going to come. I know it, and so does Raphael. He pulls out of my mouth, a frustrated growl rumbling deep in his ribcage.
“Bad girl,” he says, roughly rubbing the pad of his thumb against my lips. “I’m in control of when you come. You can’t make me come before I allow you, either.”’
With a flurry of motion, I suddenly feel the heat and pressure of his tongue on me…between my legs. I gulp down air like I’m in a vacuum, fighting for each breath. If I weren’t blindfolded right now, my vision would be pitching sideways. Bright lights flash and dance in the darkness as Raphael flicks his tongue over my clit, savagely licking and sucking at me, the same way I was just licking and sucking at him. My pussy is so wet now. The chair Raphael had designed for me leaves no room for me to squirm away from him. I am locked in place, unable to really move, exposed and very vulnerable. Raphael claims my pussy with his mouth, and I can do nothing but shamelessly rock my hips, grinding myself against his face. He uses the flat of his tongue to sweep upwards in purposeful, determined strokes, and flares of pins and needles explode all over the surface of my skin. I am weak and boneless, like my body can no longer support its own weight. I writhe, my chest rising and falling rapidly, my nerve endings on fire.
“Please, Raph. Please. I can’t…fucking…take it anymore.”
He pauses, tutting disapprovingly. “We’re only just getting started. There’s so much more to be done here.”
“ Please, Raphael. I…I need you.”
Wicked laughter fills my ears. “I’m sorry. You haven’t been good enough to warrant coming just yet. But you will be, trust me. I’m going to give you every opportunity to earn your orgasm.”
I become something wild and crazed. He is a maestro with his tongue, conducting the symphony of my body, guiding it to dizzying heights and crashing, ceaseless crescendos. I gasp, I pant, and I moan, and the whole time Raphael is working his magic between my legs, I’m teetering on the brink of something consuming and powerful. I’m reaching the point of no return when Raphael draws back, saying, “You think holding your breath will disguise what’s about to happen? You think I can’t read your body like a book, Beth? You think I don’t know when you’re about to come? You’re mistaken. Your body’s fucking screaming it from the rooftops.” I’m shaking, my heart skipping all over the place. It’s no wonder he can tell. “I’m going to torture you just a little bit more now,” he says, stroking a finger down my cheek. He hums, as if he’s very pleased at what he sees. “I want you to watch me, Beth. I’m going to remove your blindfold, and I want you to watch me while I make myself rock solid for you. Are you ready?”
I’m more than ready. The idea of him palming his own dick while I watch is crazy hot. I can’t tell him how badly the idea turns me on, though. I can’t get a single word out. I nod instead, and Raphael works quickly, removing my blindfold.
He stands before me, a wall of stacked muscle, beautiful and terrible all at once. His dark hair is slick with sweat, falling into his face, his high cheekbones flushed with color, his full lips parted as his chest rises and falls. His torso looks like it’s hewn out of pure, perfect marble. A deep vee has been carved out of that marble, just below his stomach, dipping down into his groin, guiding my gaze down to his hard cock. He’s huge. Seriously fucking huge. He’s also fucking perfect . Circumcised, the head of his cock is proudly on display, slick with pre-cum as he takes his erection in his hand and slowly works his fist up and down it.
“Like what you see?” he asks, his voice laden with so many promises.
“Yes,” I pant. “I do.”
“You want me inside you?”
“Yes.”
“You want you want me to fuck you hard?”
“Yes.”
He works his fist faster up and down the length of his cock, his eyes glazing over with lust. “You want me to make you fucking scream?”
