Chapter 12

RAFAIL

I want to lay her down and fuck her until she screams my name. I want to wrap my hand around her throat as she comes, giving her a taste of how yielding to my control can bring her pleasure.

I hold her to me and watch as her eyes widen. The flutter of her heartbeat at her throat excites me. She’ll learn what I expect, and fuck if it doesn’t make my cock hard as fuck knowing I get to teach her.

I grab the back of her neck and drag her mouth to mine. I bite her lip and lick where I bit, eliciting a moan from her that makes my cock press to her ass. Her skin is warm to my touch. I love the way her body melts against mine, how the slightest brush of my fingers makes her flush and press closer to me.

“Touch yourself,” I whisper in her ear, cradling her against me so she can slide her hands to her waist.

“Rafail,” she says, her voice shaking. “I can’t do this. Here? Now? I don’t?—”

My palm slams against her ass before I grip her hair in my fist. “You’ll do what you’re fucking told. Go ahead. Give me a reason to take my belt across your ass before we go to the doctor. I’d fucking love to see my stripes on your naked skin when you sit on my face tonight.”

Her jaw drops, and her eyes go wide. She has one more second before I make good on my promise. I fucking hope she does.

I savor the way her breath hitches. The way her hand trembles over her sweet pussy. The way she obediently slides her fingers down to her bare skin. She moans when she finds her own wetness. My mouth goes dry. I can only imagine how fucking good she tastes.

I’ll taste her tonight.

Her pupils dilate as she strokes her wet pussy. I wrap my fingers around her hair, yank her head back, and bring my mouth to the bare, throbbing skin at her neck. My eyes close, and I moan at the salty taste of her skin while she trembles and strokes. My breath hot on her ear, I talk her through it.

“Faster. If you stop before I tell you, I’ll whip your pussy and lick you until you’re ready to come, then make you sit there, right in the office, wet and aching for me.”

I’m a fucking bastard, and I make no apologies for it. I won’t. She’s my wife, and she fucking earned this when she ran. When she put my family’s legacy at risk. When she made a mockery of our vows. She’ll learn her place by my side, and she’ll feel it. Pleasure will be her reward, but not before she takes the pain along with the punishment she deserves for defying me. And she’ll understand exactly who’s in control.

I’m half-drunk on the smell of her arousal in the small confines of the back of the vehicle. The car hums beneath us. It’s hot as hell in here. Her skin’s slicked with sweat as she strokes herself. I bite her tender flesh, and her head tips back.

I lick and suckle her earlobe, her lips, and she arches her back as if on the cusp of coming. “Faster,” I order. “Do it.”

I yank down her top and reveal her perfect naked breasts. I pinch one nipple between my fingers and clamp down on the second with my teeth. I lick and bite, my dick painfully hard as she releases a soft moan. “Come, Anissa. Come now. And I want to hear it again. Say yes, sir, as you come, my little swan.”

“Oh my god,” she whispers, stroking herself. “ Yes, sir, ” she says before she screams, her body shaking. I hold her as she comes and murmurs her promise of obedience. Her face flushes, her mouth parted in a gasp. I hold her to me.

“Good girl,” I whisper as her breathing slows and her head falls to my shoulders. I right her clothes, and her hands come to rest in her lap. Her breathing’s ragged as she comes down from her climax. “Good girl,” I repeat. “That’s what I want to see, my little swan.”

I tap on the privacy screen and hit the speaker button. Her face is tucked into my arm as if hiding from the world.

My chest swells with pride.

“Let’s go.”