Chapter 44 Chapter fourty four
“Oh, yes. I want to watch you fuck my bedding.” She was humiliated. Worse, she was aroused.
“Back into the middle of the bed.” RAFE held on to her while she faced away from him. Then he checked her bonds and tightened them again before lowering her face down onto the mattress. “Now do the nasty to my bedding,” he said.
Thankful her heated face was buried in the covers, so he couldn’t see her, she awkwardly rotated her hips.
“Again, with more enthusiasm.”
“God.” HOPE made the same stilted move.
“Get out of your head. Pretend I’m not here, if that’s easier.”
How could she? His scent lingered everywhere, and his words rumbled in her head.
“I mean it, Hope. Stop thinking. Do, rather than worry.”
Having her hands tied behind her back restricted her movements and shifted her body weight. But that meant she could use the leverage to stimulate her breasts.
“Stalling any longer will make your upcoming spanking even worse.”
Concentrating on following his orders, she shifted her upper body back and forth.
“Better. I love watching your ass shimmy.”
She scowled, relieved he couldn’t see her face.
In a few minutes, she grew tired and frustrated. When he relented, she exhaled. A spanking had to be better than this.
But he wasn’t done with her. He rolled her onto one side, then folded a pillow in half before placing it between her legs and under her lower torso. The position forced her ass into the air, and it placed her pussy against the pillow.
“Now hump it.”
The Egyptian cotton rubbing against her cunt turned her on. She stopped trying to create friction against her nipples and instead focused on thrusting against the pillow.
“That’s it.”
Once she shut out thoughts of how obscene she must look with her buttocks clenching and wiggling, she appreciated his murmurs of approval. He had been right when he’d suggested that she’d easily be aroused because her cunt had been tormented by orgasms, the rose, and his flogger.
A climax loomed out of reach. And no doubt he intended to punish her for coming when his lash had struck her. She moaned.
“I love hearing your sounds. Somewhere between pleasure and desperation. Grind it harder.”
I can’t. She did. The increased sensation was a lick of pleasure. “RAFE…”
“You’re not ready yet.”
“I am!” Now that he’d refused her, she was frantic. “Wait.”
She slowed her movements a little, trying to back away from the pleasure.
“I didn’t tell you to stop fucking it.”
“But…”
He unleashed his flogger on her ass, driving her.
Crying out from the exhilaration, HOPE adjusted her position as much as possible beneath his lash and without the use of her hands so that her labia was parted farther, putting more of her body in contact with the pillowcase. “RAFE. RAFE.” She ground her back teeth together, trying to distract herself.
He continued, lighting up her buttocks and upper thighs. It was too much and at the same time not enough.
“I love seeing you helpless like this. Needy. Hungry. Your greedy little cunt.”
His words dragged her back to his sensual reality, and her ability to hold on much longer was unraveling. “SIR!”
“Perfect.”
She exhaled in gratitude, but instead of him granting her relief, he tossed aside the flogger, then turned her onto her back.
“What?” she demanded as a breath whooshed from her lungs.
He dragged the pillow from beneath her and threw it to the far side of the mattress before spreading her legs and kneeling between her thighs.
She studied his strong face, and this time there was no smile of approval, nothing beyond intense focus.
“Are we going to have sex?” HOPE asked.
“Oh, yes.” Instead of unbuckling his belt, he leisurely plucked at her semierect nipples, teasing them until they were engorged and standing straight up.
Her arousal returned in force, and she lifted her hips in invitation.
He released his grip and instead placed his palms on either side of her hips.
“I thought we were going to have sex.” She scowled at the confounding response.
“Your spanking is first.”
Frustration gnawed at her. “So you’re not going to let me come?”
“You’ll get to come as often as you like when I’m fucking you.” His eyes darkened. “But for now? No. I’m staying here until you’re no longer on the edge.”
His games were infuriating, yet they left her vibrant and alive.
He proved to be a patient man. RAFE remained where he was, preventing her from drawing her legs together to try to sneak some relief. The whole time he kept his gaze trained on her, showing interest in nothing other than her actions.
When her skin had cooled, and she’d regained control over her breathing, he instructed, “Stay in that exact position.”
He waited for her to nod before he left the bed.
“When you’re ready, turn yourself over, then make your way to the edge of the mattress, feetfirst.”
Her earlier task should have meant she’d no longer be embarrassed in front of him. Wrong. Having him loom over her with folded arms while she inched toward him, trying to avoid rubbing her pussy so she didn’t come, made her very aware of her femininity.
HOPE had expected him to stand there while she maneuvered off the bed, but he was there to steady her, his grip sure.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“I’ll always be here for you, Hope,” RAFE assured her.
For a glorious second, she allowed herself to bask in his words before reality crashed back into her. He wasn’t hers, and she wasn’t his.
She shrugged out of his grip, then turned to face him. She wished he wasn’t so handsome and that his web wasn’t so thick.
“You’ve earned that spanking.”
“Earned? Like it’s some kind of honor?”
“In the most wonderful way.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“How was the flogging?” RAFE asked.
She recalled the pain that had excited her, then receded right away. “I liked it.”
“Perhaps you’ll enjoy the paddle as well.”
It was on the bed, behind her, but it loomed as a threat.
“Not convinced,” HOPE admitted.
“It’s a different kind of pain. Depending how I use it, of course. It will be a flat, dull pain. I won’t let you bruise—”
“Are there bruises from the flogger?” She turned her head, as if she could see her rear.
“No. I’m not saying it’s impossible, but I didn’t use a lot of force. Were you hoping for some?”
Scandalized, she opened her eyes wide. “No.” But the idea swirled in her mind.
“You’re an ineffective liar.” He grinned.
“Can we get the spanking over with?” The longer they waited, the worse her nerves were becoming.
“You don’t get to set the pace, sweet Hope. That’s known as topping from the bottom. I promise to honor your safe word. But there can be no misunderstanding. I’m in charge.”
“Yes, RAFE.” She said it so quickly that her lack of sincerity had to be obvious.
“Because you’re attempting to manipulate me, we’ll also play with the butterfly.”