Page 9 of Wrecked

My lips tremble below his, my fingers digging into the fabric of my skirt over my thighs. I know without a doubt Rafe will wreck me just as he says he will. I've stupidly let myself fall for a man that doesn't exist. One that never existed. And every lingering second settles that thought even deeper into my heart. Despite the monster being just as beautiful as his mask, Rafe is just that, a monster.

"Get undressed." It's a sweet request, his warm breath puffing along the seam of my lips.

He speaks to me in a way he knows I'll respond, using his soft touches and tones to mold me into submission. I know this whole situation is absurdly inappropriate, but he makes me doubt my own thoughts. The way his fingers are lightly pulling me up from the floor, the rough pads stroking along my skin tricking me into wanting to do as he asks, has me toeing off my sneakers even as the logical side of my brain screams to run.

Screams for me to refuse.

Screams for me to do anything but listen.

Standing before him, his stormy eyes are dark as they glint up at me, those hot fingers of his sliding a strap off of my shoulder. It tickles the skin of my arm as it falls, my body thrumming with both anticipation and fear. I'm all too aware of the peppery scent of his skin, can almost taste it burning the tip of my tongue. My heart is pounding in my chest, a mixture of fear and lust battling in the pit of my stomach. I know this is wrong. I know that. But the small weak part of me revels in the attention, revels in the fact that he wants me.

My flesh pebbles with goosebumps when the other strap is pushed off of my arm, the now loose fabric of my dress catching on the slope of my hips as it falls away from my top half. His eyes have locked onto the quick rise and fall of my chest, my tits lightly bouncing with my growing panic. I can feel my nipples tightening under his heavy gaze and my cheeks begin to heat the longer he stares without a hint of shame. Nervous energy coils along my spine, making me shake as I stand there half exposed for him. Unable to take the silence or his hot gaze any longer, I cover my chest with my arms, crossing them over my heart to remove my flushed skin from his view.

Rafe's eyes flick up to my face, a brow raised. "Did I tell you to cover up, Ember?"

There is a grit in his words, a silent warning I don't miss. It runs over my skin like the scrape of gravel, scratching across my quivering form as I shake my head no in response.

Hot palms wrap around my wrists, squeezing them painfully as he tugs my arms away from my body. His thumbs brush along the sensitive skin running over my veins as he keeps them in his hands. The action makes my weak walls of bravery falter at their bases, threatening to crumble. "Don't ever hide yourself from me. Next time, you'll be punished for it."

I have no idea what kind of punishment he has in mind, but I want nothing to do with it. This is already more than I bargained for. A deal I agreed to without even realizing it. He releases my wrists at my shallow nod, both of his hands moving to push up my sides. Blinking away the tears that threaten to fall from my eyelashes, I watch as his fingers lightly bump over the soft lumps of my ribcage. My skin twitches under his palm, equally as scared and lustful as my head.

"You are too thin."

The statement slaps me in the face, carving a wicked slash of uncertainty and embarrassment. I open my mouth but nothing comes out. I want to defend myself, but he's not wrong. I am thinner than I probably should be. But I still have curves, I'm still soft in all the right places. Shame burns along my exposed flesh, my lips pinching together and my throat feeling painfully tight as he pulls my dress down so that it pools around my bare feet. My eyes squeeze shut at the soft thump of the fabric hitting the polished wood floor, unable to watch his perusal of my skin any longer. I don't want to see any disappointment, I couldn't bear it along with everything else.

His hands continue their exploration, fingertips brushing over my erect nipples in a way that has my breath stuttering from my lips. The chair he was sitting in creaks softly as he stands and I feel those same exploring digits intertwine into my hair, lightly tugging as he wraps up the ends in his fingers. "Your hair is dull."

I bite my lips between my teeth, his cruel remarks burning my throat as I hold my tears in my chest. My hair is released, soft touches skimming up the sides of my neck to stroke up to my chin and over my cheeks. Thumbs smooth over the skin under my eyes, hot breath puffing over my face. A finger tugs my lips from between my teeth, a rough pad running over my bottom lip. "Your skin is too pale for the weather and your lips are chapped."

Sucking in a shuddering breath I can't fight, I squeeze my eyes shut harder. I'm humiliated and exposed in a way I've never been before, my heart aching with each vile truth that leaves Rafe's wicked mouth. His touch is gliding back over my cheeks, past my temples, and sinking into my hair. "But fuck, you are beautiful."

My eyes snap open at his murmur, a quiet tear slipping out to trickle along my cheek. Warmth tickles from my belly with the words, winding through the same ribs he just shamed. The sun shining through the window catches on his eyes, making the gray look almost white. Staring into my eyes, he removes his hands from me, watching my face for a reaction as he slowly unbuttons his denim. A wave of anxious nausea hits my gut as he pulls down his zipper. I've been with men before, but none of them were like Rafe. None of them demanded such attention from me. Despite being forced into this, I fear disappointing him.

What could be worse than being a sex slave? One that is unwanted. One that is disappointing. That's what.

Surprising me, he drops back into his chair once his pants are undone, his erection pressing angrily against the boxers bulging from the opening of his jeans. It shouldn't please me to see it, to know that I affect him in any way, but it does. I'm overly aware of my surroundings, the sound of the ocean waves hitting the sand and the low hum of sea birds. I can feel the breeze coming from the open crack of the window across the room, the warm lick of it sweeping the ends of my hair back and forth over my shoulder blades. Even though he's no longer directly in my space I can smell the warm spice of Rafe's skin, heated from both the warm temperature of the room and his arousal.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, eyes burning over me before he motions with his fingers for me to step between his open knees. Stepping out of the puddle of clothes at my feet, I take a small step forward to do as he asks. He watches me as I move, eyes never leaving mine. "Be a good girl and I'll play nice with you." I'll play nice with you. His words repeat in my head, my apprehension increasing. I never want to see him not play nice.

Breaking the silent stare off, I watch his dark head as his face presses close to my exposed stomach, and suck in a breath when his lips brush over the skin above my navel in a soft kiss. I feel his lips curve into a small smile at my response, his tongue swiping out to dip into the soft crevice. My hands tremble at my sides. My fingers itch to sink into the black strands of his hair and hold his face to my skin while simultaneously resisting the urge to shove his uninvited touch away.

Rafe's hands have moved to my hips, fingers looping into the fabric of my panties. Rough knuckles run over the bone as he tugs them from my skin, the fabric lightly scraping down my thighs as he takes them off of me. My hands curl into fists at my sides, fighting the overwhelming feeling to cover myself again. He releases my panties at my knees, letting them drop like my dress to rest at my feet. His lips are back on me, hot tongue wetting my skin as he takes his time tasting me. His mouth has dipped lower and my breathing has increased feeling his nose press into the dark curls on my pubic bone. I'm equal parts terrified and excited at the thought. It worries me how much I like feeling his mouth on me despite not inviting it. I'm embarrassed at my own arousal from something I didn't ask for.

I'm disgusted with myself for even considering not wanting him to stop.

My lips part when his mouth latches onto my clit, one of my hands sinking into his hair; to push him away or pull him closer I'm not sure. A palm slides down the outside of one of my thighs, lifting my leg up by my calf to set onto the soft red velvet of the armchair he's still sitting in. His other hand slides up to my hip, stabilizing me at the odd position when I slightly teeter, a humored hum vibrating against my clit in response. The sensation combined with the quick flick of his tongue makes my pussy clench and an involuntary squeak slip out of my chest. I bite my lip to keep myself quiet, not knowing if Rafe wants to hear me or not. Or if I even want him to hear me.

The decision is made for me when Rafe's tongue leaves my sensitive flesh to murmur, "Louder, my sweet girl. I want to hear you." My clit is sucked back between his teeth, the tip of his tongue drawing it from its hood before shifting back once more. "I want everyone in this side of the house to hear you getting fucked."

Those stormy eyes of his find mine as he says it, the command in the words eliciting a shiver to run up my spine. My fingers sink even deeper into the silky dark strands of his hair, my nails unintentionally curling into his scalp. With his eyes still on mine, he slides the flat of his tongue over my clit, his hot breath dampening the curls around it. Rough finger pads scrape up the length of my leg, two long digits meeting his mouth to run along the rim of my pussy lips. Teasing the edges with his fingers, his tongue continues to lick, suck, and nip at my tight bud, making my slit weep for him within the first torturous thirty seconds.

Someone walks by outside, their one-sided laughter trailing through the open window as they talk on the phone. My hips buck against Rafe’s face after a particularly hard suck and I bite back the sound that wanted to come out at the thought of the person so nearby, a whimper tumbling from me instead.

“Louder, Ember.” Despite Rafe’s tongue shoving itself into my wet slit not even a second after the words were said, the warning in his tone was heard loud and clear. Releasing my lips from my teeth, I ignore the doubt gnawing at my belly and let the next moan out. I’m rewarded for it immediately, two fingers are pushed right alongside Rafe’s hot tongue drawing a more confirmed moan from my lips. Each noise that I make is rewarded with more attention, building my confidence with each stroke of his fingers.

A rough palm grabs my ass, fingers digging into my skin and my leg falls from the arm of the chair causing my thigh to smack down onto Rafe’s big shoulder. In response, he runs his hand down my leg and over the top of my knee, softly rubbing my skin as he strokes back and forth over my thigh. His soft, sweet touch combined with the lashing of his tongue and fingers has my pussy clenching with a sudden orgasm. My knee tightens over his shoulder, squeezing him closer while my neck arches back, moaning my release into the empty library.

Lightly pushing my leg from his shoulder, Rafe stands, pulling himself from my pussy. Using his palm to wipe the wetness from his face, he leans back in his chair. “Now put that wet pussy on my dick, sweet girl.”

Despite just coming on his face, I flush at his tone. I watch as he pulls his dick from his boxers, letting the hard impressive length of it bob in between us. The swollen head is shining with precum and I watch a thick bead roll down the side of his dick. When I don’t immediately move, he reaches out and grabs the backs of my thighs, pulling me forward forcing me to kneel on either side of his hips. My knees sink into the soft velvet as he looks up at me expectantly. His palms guide my hips, pushing me down onto him.

My lips part on a gasp when his thick head spreads my pussy lips, growing into a strangled moan when he continues to push into me, using the hands on my hips to drive me down hard. He’s almost too big, stretching my inner walls to the point of almost being too much. I’ve never been with a man without protection before and it’s so much more. His penis is smooth and warm, the ridge of his swollen head pushing against my inner walls feels so good that I’m dripping once again, my slick coating the inside of my thighs.

My hands fall to his shoulders when he starts moving me how he wants, my fingernails digging into the soft cotton of his tee shirt with each upward pump of his hips. I’m riding him but he has total command, slamming me down on him so roughly that each thrust is met with a loud, wet slap. Reaching up with one hand he grabs onto one of my bouncing tits, squeezing it in his hand so that he can lean forward and suck my tight nipple into his mouth. My head lolls back at the sensation, throaty groans bellowed into the air.

Rafe lets my nipple go with a wet pop, my breast bouncing back up and down with our movements. He raises his hand to the back of my neck forcing my face down to his. Smashing my lips to his, he swipes his tongue over my bottom lip, sucking my tongue into his mouth. He tastes sweet, smelling of my own release, and it sends a rush straight to my clit. My orgasm is a slow burn, winding its way from low in my gut to my limbs. It’s a sluggish warmth along my spine that makes my legs weak. Rafe’s fingers pinch against the back of my neck, his hips rocking hard up into me as he finds his own release, hot cum spraying my gut as my pussy clenches around him.

Drawing back from me, he leans back in his chair. My chest is still heaving as I sit on his lap, trying to gather my frayed nerves and thoughts. I never would have imagined this is how my day would go. Still shaking, I'm lifted from Rafe’s lap and I awkwardly shuffle off of him. I watch as he use a napkin sitting on the side table to wipe his dick off, watch as he tucks himself back into his unbuttoned denim. I cross my arms over myself, unsure if I should be getting dressed or not. Rafe grabs his drink and throws the rest back, eyes on me as he sets the glass back down. He stands, stepping on my dress as he does. His long fingers chuck me under the chin, teeth flashing in an amused smirk.

“Get dressed and then get something to eat.” He drops his hand and steps around me, talking over his back as he walks toward the door. “I’ll have the family doctor start you on birth control in the morning.” His eyes find mine just before he leaves the room. “Move your things to my room before dinner.”

I watch the door shut, my skin pebbled in goose bumps despite the temperature of the room. You’ll start birth control in the morning. I can feel his cum sliding down the inside of my thigh, the high of my orgasms leaving me feeling empty now that it’s over. It’s a not-so subtle reminder that he just came inside of me without protection. His easy dismissal of me is a reminder that we are not in a relationship.

Reaching down to grab my discarded panties, I slowly slide them up while ignoring the wetness gathering the longer I stand. Next I grab my dress, pulling it over my head. Standing there now, clothed, I don’t feel any less vulnerable, if anything having to put them back on just made everything more real. Dropping into the velvet chair that’s still warm from Rafe, I put my face in my hands and let out every ounce of fear and confusion I’ve been holding back. Tears streak past my fingers, landing on my thighs in big fat droplets that drip off to darken the velvet under me.

Rafe never really cared for me like I thought and that hurts. Part of me desperately wants to call my mom, just to hear a familiar voice, but I couldn't tell her anything anyway. She already doesn’t know much about how I live because I don’t want her to worry. It’ll be fine. You’ll be fine. Repeating the mantra in my head, I wipe the dampness from my cheeks, sniffling as I stand. For now I’ll just do as I’m told. Pay my debts as Rafe says. And when it’s all over, I’ll go home and pretend none of this ever happened. I’ll pretend that Rafe Cammargo is nothing but a made-up nightmare.

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