chapter Thirty-Five
Ari’s stomach trembled as Rafe set her down on the cold tile floor. She immediately tugged against his hold on her arm, but she wasn’t going anywhere.
“Rafe, stop. This is insane. We both said some things, did some stuff. All’s forgiven. Let’s just pretend this never happened,” she pleaded with him as he turned a knob inside the shower and a forceful jet of water began flowing.
“Too late, Ari. You did two things wrong. Calling me by my first name now doesn’t help you.”
“Fine, how about I call you, a*shole, or demon spawn!”
“You’re not helping,” he said, an obvious smile in his voice. He was enjoying himself.
He picked her back up, and though she struggled against him, it made zero difference. He far out-powered her. Much too quickly, he had her hands secured together and then the soft sash he’d grabbed was holding her prisoner against the wall of the shower. He’d tied it to what looked like a bar on his shower wall.
Water cascaded over her still clothed body as he stepped back and stripped off his own clothes. She couldn’t turn her gaze away as he stepped inside the large space and his growing erection brushed against her hip.
“You fight this the whole way, but your body doesn’t lie, Ari. That’s unadulterated desire burning in your eyes. The pinch in your nipples is them reaching out for me to take hold of them. The wet heat dripping from your body is you preparing for me to slam myself deep inside you. You’re ready for this – for me. Let yourself go,” he whispered as his thick staff leapt against her hip.
She shook her head, refusing to cave. She couldn’t give him all the power. He’d never stop drinking from her if she did.
“Time for you to learn why it’s not a good idea to defy me,” he whispered next to her ear before he took the lobe between his teeth and softly bit down.
Shudders racked her body as his mouth traveled down her neck. So far she really wasn’t seeing a negative to defying him. If it ended like this, maybe she should be calling him names more often.
Suddenly his mouth was gone and then she was hearing a ripping sound as he tore the shirt she was wearing. He tossed the saturated material to the back of the shower as he ripped off her panties next, leaving her naked and trapped before him.
She moved forward, scooting to the wall as his hands reached for her ankles. Soon, her feet were spread apart and he had them secured, effectively trapping her with her body wide open to him.
“You think pain comes in just one form, Ari?”
“Yes,” she trembled.
“You’d be wrong. You see, I’ve learned how to get what I want without beating a woman. I’ve learned how to gain control without being, what was it you’ve called me – Satan. I know I can hurt you if I want. I’m obviously bigger – stronger. There are many forms of torture in the world.”
“What are you going to do?” she asked as he circled around her. The trepidation of the unknown was worse than if he were to just get it over with.
“Do you like how your body feels as it builds up to an earth shattering orgasm? What about the feeling as you glide over that edge into sweet bliss? Does that make you tremble, Ari? Can you feel your body growing hotter – wetter – tighter?” he asked as his hand slid down the curve of her hip, then slid around and glided inside her.
“Rafe…” she groaned.
“What, Ari?”
“Please. I was wrong. I want to have sex with you,” she pleaded.
“We will, Ari, but you don’t get to cum.”
“What?” she gasped as his finger moved in and out of her. She couldn’t understand what he was saying. She strained to take his fingers deeper, but he pulled out, leaving her panting.
Rafe grabbed the shower head and started moving it across her body, the pulsing stream of water massaging her, building up her heat. He ran the jets across her protruding nipples, the sensation more intense than if he were sucking them into his mouth.
“Ohh, please,” she groaned as he moved the strong jet down her torso and over her swollen core. As the water caressed her most sensitive area, she felt her orgasm building, felt release nearing. She strained to keep quiet, not wanting to alert him to how close she was.
“Do you think that will work, Ari? I can read your body. I can feel everything through your tense muscles,” he whispered as he pulled the spray away and moved it around her back.
He continued massaging her body with the water, running the flow across every sensitive area she had until she was in tears. The agony of not feeling release was worse than anything she could imagine.
“Please, Rafe. I’ll do anything,” she cried. She needed him to take her over the edge.
He placed the nozzle down as he pressed up behind her, his thick, pulsing staff resting on the crack of her butt. Grinding his hips against her, she tried to wiggle her butt, tried to tip her body so he’d slip down and slide deep inside her core.
“Not yet, Ari. This isn’t about your pleasure, it’s about mine. You told me you don’t want this. You keep saying no. Well then, you don’t get to feel satisfaction. When you say yes, I’ll make you scream with pleasure,” he promised as the head of his erection slid an inch inside her.
“I said yes,” she cried.
“Not just yes for right now, Ari, yes for good.”
“No,” she moaned. She wouldn’t give him that, even if she ended up expiring from frustration.
“Too bad for you,” he said as he sunk into her. Oh, that’s what she wanted. Yes! He felt so good, filled her so perfectly. She could dance with him like this for hours. He slid in and out several times, once again building her toward the edge of oblivion, then before she could reach her peak, he pulled out.
“No,” she screamed, anger overtaking her at this game he was playing. He walked around the front of her, water still streaming over both of them as he untied her hands. Then, leaning against the wall, he pulled her forward and brought her head to his erection.
Without much thought, she did as he bid, pulled him inside her mouth as she tasted his pleasure. She’d never before desired to suck a man, never thought she could enjoy the taste, but as her body burned with unfulfilled need, she devoured him, taking him deeper with each bob of her head.
“Yes, Ari, like that, yes!” he cried as his fingers tugged through her hair, holding her in place as his hips thrust forward. She couldn’t take him all in, but her greed to taste him made her attempt to. She wanted him deep in her throat, wanted to feel his warm pleasure slide down, know she’d sent him over the edge.
She was so close to her own completion. The burning inside her body made her movements faster as she rose up and down his staff.
“That’s it. Yes!” he called out as she felt warm liquid hit her throat. His staff pulsed in her mouth as he poured himself across her tongue. She sucked greedily on the head of his erection as he began pulling out, not wanting to release him. His cries of pleasure echoed through the shower.
Her body was throbbing as he pulled from her mouth and began untying her legs. Now, the torture was over. Now, it was her turn. She reached for him as her restraints were undone.
“Please, Rafe, please,” she begged as he stepped back.
“No, Ari. That’s your punishment. You get to burn all night. You don’t get to feel the pleasure of release.”
When Ari realized he was serious, she looked him in the eye as her hand moved down her body and she reached for the place that was pulsing with need. A few strokes and she could relieve the ache herself. There was no way she was going to leave her body aching like this.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Rafe scolded as he snagged her hand. “I wouldn’t make a very good monster, would I, if I allowed you to be satisfied,” he mocked as he carried her from the bathroom.
“Let’s see what we can do about this?” he laid her wet naked body on the bed, then quickly tied her hands back together and secured them to the headboard.
“You can’t do this. It’s kidnapping,” she screamed when he moved about the room.
“You told me yes in the shower, Ari,” he reminded her.
“I’ve changed my mind. I want to leave now.”
“Too bad. Don’t cross me again, and we won’t go through this.”
“You won’t have to worry about that as I plan on never seeing you again after tonight.” Though she knew it was useless, she struggled against her ties.
Rafe walked from the room and Ari’s breathing was ragged as she glared at the door. When he didn’t return after several minutes, she began to panic. Was he really planning on leaving her like this for the rest of the night?
She didn’t know how long she lay there struggling against the restraints as her body burned, but soon the door opened again. She glared at him as he walked in. She wouldn’t beg him anymore that night.
He said nothing as he came over and covered her up, then turned off the lamp and walked from the room again. Eventually, sweet oblivion came over her, and she managed to fall to sleep. Her last thought was of sweet revenge against Rafe.