I study his handsome face. Papà told me Rafaele doesn’t feel emotions, but that’s not true. He feels, but he keeps every one of those feelings inside. Hidden from everyone. Me included. Sadness pangs through me, even though it’s stupid. I shouldn’t be so bothered by this…this…lack of emotional intimacy.
I have a husband who treats me well and who fucks me well. He’s letting me work. He’s letting me do whatever I want as long as I obey a few rules that I don’t even mind anymore. This is more than I ever could have hoped for when it comes to this marriage. I should be happy with the hand I’ve been dealt. But there’s something in me, something I don’t fully understand, that longs for more.
“You’re here now.” I smile. “So what are you planning on doing all day?”
His gaze sparks. “You.”
I arch a brow. “Oh? Bold of you to assume I’ll clear my calendar for that.”
A small smirk unfurls across his lips. He stands up and walks around the table until he’s behind my chair. His hands fall to my shoulders and begin to knead them. “What will it take, tesoro, for you to make some time for me?”
“Hmm.” Damn, that feels good. My eyes flutter closed. “It’s morning, so it’s too early to be wined and dined.”
He applies more pleasure, working a low moan out of me.
“Maybe a gift,” I breathe.
His lips brush against the shell of my ear. “How fortuitous. I already bought you a gift.” He nips on my earlobe with his teeth. “I think you’ll like it a lot.”
A frisson of excitement runs down my spine. “What is it?”
He straightens back up and pulls out my chair. “Come.”
I leave my breakfast untouched and follow him to his office. Once inside, he closes the door and locks it.
“Take off your panties,” he commands as he walks over to his desk.
I arch a brow. “Shouldn’t I get the gift first?”
He throws me a heated glance. “You’ll get it in a moment. Take off your underwear, tesoro.”
This man. So bossy. I reach under my dress and shimmy out of my underwear under his watchful gaze.
When they’re off, he nods with approval. “Good. Remember the first time I made you come in this room?”
“How could I not?”
His lips quirk. He pats the surface of his desk. “Come here and bend over just like then.”
My core clenches. What is he planning? Some kind of reenactment? And where is my damn gift?
I huff an annoyed breath but do as he says, coming to his side of the desk and lowering onto my forearms.
His knuckles lightly brush against the back of one thigh as he lifts up the skirt of my dress. “So wet already,” he murmurs, dragging a finger through my folds.
My lips part on a gasp, and my back arches in response to his touch. “Is the gift an orgasm? I feel like that’s cheating.”
His fingers disappear. “It’s not an orgasm. You’re very impatient.”
“Yes. You should know this by now.”
He makes a low chuckle. “Today you’ll get a chance to work on that particular skill.”
What?
“Stay there. Just like that,” he says in a low voice.
I hear a drawer open and then close. Now I’m really curious. I try to look over my shoulder, but a hand appears around my neck, preventing me from moving.
Something slick and cool rolls down the crevice of my ass.
I gasp. “What is that?”
“Lubricant.”
Again, what? My brain is still trying to catch up with what’s happening when something smooth and firm prods against my back entrance. Tingles erupt over my skin. “Rafe, are you doing what I think you’re doing?”
The pressure doesn’t disappear, but he doesn’t increase it either.
“What do you think I’m doing?”
“Sticking things up my butt.”
He snorts a laugh. “You catch on quick.”
“What exactly are you trying to put up there?”
“I got you a toy.”
I drop my forehead to the surface of the desk with a thud. “Oh my God. This is my gift, isn’t it?”
“Don’t you want to test it out?”
“Please tell me it’s smaller than your cock.”
He huffs with amusement. “Yes. Significantly.”
He moves the toy in a tight circle, spreading the slickness around my asshole, massaging it almost. An unexpected jolt of pleasure travels through me.
“Anal is not something I had on my agenda for today,” I mutter, even as I lean back into him. A part of me is very curious and very turned on.
“Do you trust me?” he says in a low voice laced with arousal.
I bite down on my lip. He’s never done anything to me I haven’t enjoyed… “Yes.”
“Good. Take a deep breath and relax.”
The pressure increases until it turns slightly uncomfortable, and then it’s gone. “Breathe,” Rafaele instructs. “It’s in.”
Tentatively, I clench my cheeks. I can feel there’s something there.
Rafaele wraps his palms around my shoulders and guides me back up until my back is pressed to his front. “Today, I’m going to take your ass,” he says, his lips brushing my ear. “I’m going to own every part of your body.”
I clench again, trying to get used to the strange sensation. There’s a foreign pressure inside me, but it’s not as noticeable as I would have expected. “Who says I’ll let you?”
“Oh, you’ll let me.” He takes a step back. “Actually, you’re going to beg for it, just like you begged me for everything else.”
I turn around to face him, my cheeks hot and my pussy pulsing with excitement. “Keep dreaming. Now what?”
An all-too-satisfied smirk graces his lips. He slides his hand into the pocket of his slacks.
Click.
A gasp tears its way out of my lungs. Holy shit. The toy is vibrating inside of me.
I anchor my palms against the desk behind me so I don’t tumble to the floor. The sensation isn’t like anything I’ve experienced before. I can feel the vibration in my ass and my core, and somehow, even in my clit.
I blink at him against the dizzying wave of pleasure that envelops me. “What the fuck. You’re playing dirty.”
His smirk grows. “Can’t handle it?”
My body quivers. “I. Can. Handle. It,” I grind out, trying my best to pull myself together. I move my hips, trying to escape the sensation, but it’s impossible. My chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, drawing Rafaele’s attention.
His eyes darken, and he reaches out to fondle my breasts through the fabric of my dress. When he tweaks a nipple, I feel like I might explode.
“Doing all right?” he coaxes, his expression all decadent amusement. “Or are you getting hot?”
I’m burning up. “Not at all.”
“How long do you think you can last?”
“Not sure. Long.” There’s pressure building inside of me, but not the kind that’ll ever find release without some additional help. I can see how this will quickly become maddening.
He leaves my breasts alone and drags his hand down to my belly, letting it hover just over my pubic bone. I try to grind against him, but he keeps it just inches away from where I really want it.
Torture. Pure torture.
“Well, I have to get some work done,” he drawls even as he turns up the strength of the vibrations with the remote in his pocket. He makes an attempt to lead me out of the room, but I plant my feet against the floor and refuse to move.
“No.”