It was an autumn morning; the russet leaves fell softly outside and the skies were misty. She lay curled up in bed with music in the background.
There was a little smile on her face as she thought of yesterday and this morning. Last night, she’d given herself to Rafael da Silva. Well, he had taken her…but she’d given first. And this morning, he’d taken again.
Smiling, her brown eyes shimmering, Quinn Kent rolled over in Rafael’s bed. She was still in his apartment. She pressed her face into his pillow, inhaling his lingering scent. She remembered contentedly falling asleep in his arms last night.
This morning, she’d woken up to his hands and lips on her body. She was extremely sore from last night; he was not a small man and she’d been a virgin, but he’d taken it slow. He’d been kind this morning, too; kissing and nibbling and seducing her until she was wet enough for him to take her. And he had. She smiled, her body thrumming.
He’d then taken a shower, bought her breakfast and gone to Seager & Slattern for his shift. He’d told her to wait for him here. When he got back in the evening, they’d have dinner together. And they’d doubtless be doing other things too,
Tingling, her body sore and used and still very fresh with the memory of his, Quinn inhaled his scent again and burrowed into the covers. Her lover’s covers. She was in her lover’s bed, with his scent teasing her nostrils, his seed in her belly and sticky between her legs, her pussy pink from his fucking.
She smiled and slipped out of bed, still naked. She picked up the shirt he’d worn last night and tossed it over her tousled head. Wearing his shirt was like swimming, she thought with a giggle. He was about twice her size, and the shirt that fit him so snugly and perfectly was like an oversized dress on her.
Feeling warm and happy in her oversized dress, she hunted in her bag for her cell phone. She plopped into his chair as she dialed her best friend.
Jennifer Jordan answered just in time before it got cut off. “Sorry I nearly missed you.” She yawned. “But it’s Saturday morning.”
Quinn rolled her eyes. “And let me guess—you were partying?”
“Duh.” Jen still sounded sleepy. “It was Friday night. It was fun.”
“I’m sure it was.” Quinn drew her knees up to her chin. “You’re hung over?”
“Maybe. I’ll get coffee. So, how was your date with Magnificent Male Specimen?”
Quinn grinned. Ever since her friends had caught sight of Rafael, about a week after Quinn had begun going out with him, they’d dubbed him “Magnificent Male Specimen” and called him that behind his back.
“I…I’m still at his apartment.” Quinn paused, letting it sink in.
There was shocked silence at the other end of the line, and then Jen squealed. “No!”
“Yes!” Quinn let herself indulge in squealing and giggles with her best bud for a moment.
“Wow. So…”
“Yeah.”
“And not a moment too soon. So I’m guessing you like him—really like him.”
Quinn picked at the hem of her oversized dress. “I think I love him. I know I love him.”
“And does he feel the same way?”
Quinn felt her bubble of happiness get pricked a little. “I don’t know. Probably not.” Then she raised her chin. “I matter to him. We’re exclusive now.”
“Well, that’s wonderful. And I’m sure he does feel the same way.”
Quinn burrowed her nose into the shirt. “We’ll see, I guess.”
They did see. A month later, he said the three little words that made everything perfect. For the next five months, everything remained perfect. They related well, and understood each other on a fundamental level—both serious people with similar tastes.
He was insatiable—and she damn well didn’t mind one bit. He was her teacher, showing her new things with patience. She’d spent every night she could in his bed. Or he in hers. He’d touched every single square millimeter of her body. He’d kissed every square millimeter of her body. He took her in every position and every way known to man. He was always in control and always ended up getting exactly what he wanted, but he was never cruel about it.
As months passed, she learned of him; and as she learned, she loved. The dangerous edge to him never left and she was no less afraid of him after six months of being his lover than the day she’d first met him. She was certainly more comfortable in some ways; teasing him, being teased by him, laughing with him. Their conversations were as easy as breathing. But there was still that edge to him.
It was about six months into their relationship, that Quinn got the first hit of that edge.
***
“Hey, I’m just going to talk to Jason over there,” Jen said loudly into Quinn’s ear. “I’ll be right back, okay?”
And before Quinn had the chance to respond, her best friend had flitted away from her side and was weaving through the throng of people packed inside the room used as a venue for the frat party. The party was in full swing at the moment, with the music loud enough to rip anybody’s eardrums to shreds, the snacks piled high and the liquor flowing like a river. The beer pong was still going strong and there were the prerequisite couples grinding unashamedly on the makeshift dance floor.
Quinn sighed as she watched Jen go. She’d said she would be right back, but knowing the bubbly, gregarious extraverted Jen all too well, the next time Quinn would get to see her was probably when she was passed out drunk or violently emptying the contents of her stomach.
Clutching her red party cup full of beer, Quinn shrunk further into the chair she was sitting in. Why had she let her friends talk her into attending this stupid frat party? She was a cool, level-headed Linguistics major in her sophomore year, not some flighty airheaded bimbo like…like…
Sighing again, Quinn finally admitted it to herself…like her friends; her best friends Sylvie, Carolina and Jen. She loved them, of course, and she knew that they loved her too. But she couldn’t help wondering and wishing for the day they would begin to take life more seriously and stop dragging her into their escapades. Rafael disliked them. She adored them, but she had to admit she knew where he was coming from.
At the thought of Rafael, Quinn felt a surge of guilt and apprehension. He wouldn’t want her to be here. In fact, he didn’t know she was here. Knowing he’d disapprove and knowing him well enough to fear his wrath, she hadn’t told him.
Fighting against another surge of guilt, Quinn tried to rationalize, and therefore excuse her secrecy. She hadn’t planned it for one thing. It had been very spur-of-the-moment. It had been her intention to spend that evening doing laundry, catching up on some reading, taking a long luxurious bath and then having an early night; but her friends, bursting into her dorm room on the wings of excitement, had insisted that she doll up and go with them to the party. It was next to impossible to refuse Sylvie, Carolina and Jen. They never took no for an answer.
When that rationalization didn’t seem sufficient even to Quinn, she added another; Rafael had a big exam coming up. He was a brilliant student in his final year of Pre-Law and needed to focus on the exam right now. Calling him just to tell him she would be going to a party would have been distracting him. It would have been wrong.
Still not cheered by the excuses, Quinn took a last big gulp of her beer and stood. She was leaving right now. Rafael would kill her if he knew she had attended such a wild party without his protection. She thought of his anger and actually shuddered. She had better hurry back before anything happened and any news of her attendance reached him. She just needed to find one of her friends and tell them she was leaving. She would feel rude otherwise.
Trying to squeeze through the tightly packed bodies, wincing at the pounding music, Quinn tried to retrace the steps she had seen Jen take. The four of them had arrived at the party at the same time, but Carolina had been the first to leave. She had quickly latched onto some hot but idiotic frat boy and was now doing the horizontal tango with him in one of the rooms upstairs. Sylvie had been the next to leave. A reigning beer pong champion, she never missed the chance to defend her title.
As she wriggled and muscled her way through the revelers, Quinn was unaware that she was being watched by two people. One of them, a frat boy with two beers, four tequila shots and a Dirty Shirley under his belt, was trying to decide when to make a move on her. The other was seated in a dark corner, stone cold sober.
Quinn caught sight of Jen at last. She was in a dark corner with Jason, giggling into his ear as he felt up her miniskirt. Quinn rolled her eyes.
“Jenny!” she called, yelling over the unrelenting bass. “Jen!” she called again, waving her arms above her head.
Blinking, Jen looked up. She hooked her arm around Jason’s neck as she began to gush to Quinn, “Oh damn, I’m so sorry Quinnie-Quinn, I just lost track of time and Jason here was being so charming…” She giggled, gasped, moaned and swatted him.
Jason himself hadn’t looked up. He was still very busy being ‘charming.’ Quinn noticed that Jen’s panties were around her knees and that judging from the motion of Jason’s fingers was being very seriously fingered.
“I think I’m gonna take off,” Quinn said, pretending not to have noticed.
“What, so soon?”
“It’s midnight. I’ve been here nearly two hours,” Quinn replied, beginning to get irritated. “I’m going to back to my dorm now. I’ll see you guys later. Be safe.”
With that said, Quinn turned around. She clutched her purse tighter and made a beeline for the nearest exit. The air was unpleasantly heavy, the atmosphere just not her scene. Even with Rafael’s disapproval aside she couldn’t wait to leave.
She was immensely gratified when she finally made it out the door and into the night air. She took in several gulps of the fresh air as she put on her coat and straightened her dress. With wonderful thoughts of books, her warm bed and a nice bath bouncing around in her mind, Quinn began the fifteen minute walk back to her dorm. She might have preferred a lift back—Sylvie had driven them there—but it wasn’t too long of a walk. She could manage.
She had barely taken three steps when she heard her name. Automatically she swung back around.
Tyler Coleridge was just hurrying outside. He was in her Language Progression class. “Quinn! Quinn, wait. I want to talk to you!” He called, staggering. The two beers, four tequila shots and Dirty Shirley had long since been having their effect on him.
Quinn knew him well enough, and hated him to boot. To her, he was the pinnacle of the idiotic frat boy. Sorely irritated now, she snapped, “What do you want, Tyler? I want to go home.”
“So soon?” he slurred as he caught up to her. “I wanted to talk to you, baby.”
“About what?” she asked. “And my name isn’t Baby; it’s Quinn.”
“Aw, don’t be like that.” He put his arm around her waist and drew her slender body into his. “I just wanted us to have some fun.”
Although it was very dark out and there was no one else about, Quinn didn’t yet see a reason to be alarmed. Tyler might be an idiot but she didn’t think he was evil. She told him so as she tried to push him away. “You’re an idiot, Tyler.”
“Idiot, you say? I’m hurt.” He dropped his head, kissed and then sucked at her neck. He stank of sweat and sour booze. His hands went down to her ass, squeezing the globes and grinding her into his rising erection. “Feel that, baby? That’s all for you.”
The alarm bells began to go off now. God, what would Rafael say if he knew some guy had groped her and ground against her at a party she had neglected to tell him she would be attending? He would kill her, that’s what. And he would kill Tyler, too.
Afraid at Rafael’s anger as much as for her own safety, Quinn hit out at Tyler. “Get off me you sick, perverted creep. Get the hell off. You’re going to get me into trouble.”
If Tyler heard, he didn’t show it. He continued to kiss at her neck and squeeze her ass. His other hand began to ride up her dress, to push her panties to the side.
She began to fight tooth and nail. “Damn you, Tyler, stop it. Get away from me!”
“You heard the girl. Get off.”
Quinn was startled by the sound of the third voice. A man was standing just by the door with his hands in his pockets. If she were to go by just the tone of his deep voice and the way he was standing, she would have pegged his mood as nonchalant. But the glint in his eyes told her otherwise.
The man, a 6 foot 3, 200 pound mass of pure lean muscle, stood just a few feet away from her and Tyler. The wind was whipping his dark mahogany hair away from his impossibly beautiful raw-boned face. The hair was a little longer than was usual; long enough to swirl around his incredible face and brush the collar of his black shirt. His skin, a wonderful blend of olive and gold, was a stunning, striking contrast against the pure metallic gray of his eyes. He was beautiful, glorious; a powerful avenging angel as he stood tall, bearing down on them.
Rafael. Her lover.
The sight of him on a regular day was enough to make Quinn giddy, but it was intensified just now. She was both shocked and pleased to see him. She was relieved. She was frightened. She was excited. She was dismayed. She was ecstatic. She was surprised. She was sorry. She was aroused.
“Rafe,” she whispered the word, unsure how to feel. “Rafe, you’re here.”
But Rafael wasn’t paying attention to her at the moment. All his focus was on Tyler, who was rooted to the spot as he stared at Rafael.
“Step back now,” Rafael said calmly—too calmly. Quinn felt her heart began to pound. All fear for what Tyler had been going to do to her was gone. It was replaced by absolute terror over what Rafael would do to Tyler.
Shaking as he took stock of his rival, Tyler clamped his hands to his sides and took a few steps back from Quinn. “L-l-look, man I’m s-s-sorry, I…I didn’t know that…”
Rafael began to advance on Tyler, his steps slow and deliberate. The lion was stalking the rodent. “Didn’t know what? Didn’t know that I was here?”
“No, man, nothing h-h-happened,” Tyler babbled, trying to squirm away. “I swear bro. I swear…”
“Sim, nothing happened,” Rafael replied with composure. He had backed Tyler into a wall and stood towering above him. “Nothing happened because I was here to stop it. Still, you put your hands on her. You touched what belongs to me.”
“Dude, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Tyler was quivering all over, knowing he was more than outmatched. He looked as though he were about to soil himself.
Quinn was slowly recovering her composure. She jerked into motion just as Rafael raised his fist. “Rafe!” she cried, lurching to his side. She grabbed the arm he had raised. “Rafe, no, don’t! Damn it Rafe, look at me. Look at me. Let him go.”
She was pulling on his arm, but it didn’t move a centimeter. She had seen him in a fight once before and knew how absurdly strong he was. She knew the damage he was capable of inflicting. One punch from him would be more than enough to shatter the bones in Tyler’s face.
For a moment, he turned to face her. His gray eyes burned into her brown ones. “You’ll be wise to stay out of this, Quinn.”
She tried to swallow the lump that leapt up into her throat. “Rafe, let him go. I know you feel you’re protecting me, but I’m safe. I’m fine. I’m hot harmed. There’s no reason to hit him. You’re mad just now but you could seriously hurt him.”
The small, wicked smile that touched Rafael’s mouth simultaneously aroused and terrified Quinn. “Não é óbvio? That’s the idea.”
On impulse, she dove between the two men, wedging herself against Tyler protectively. “If you’re going to hit him,” she said, looking up at Rafael with her heart slamming erratically against her chest. “You’re going to have to hit me first.”
There was a long moment of silence. Both Quinn and Tyler waited with bated breath. Finally Rafael let his hand fall back to his side. He pulled Quinn away from Tyler and drew her into his side. She curled up against him immediately.
“Run along you little fool, and count yourself lucky,” he said to Tyler, obviously aggravated by the fact that he had been forced to cave. “But if I ever catch you within a two-mile radius of her again, nothing will stop me from breaking your neck.”
Still suffering from a bad case of the jitters, Tyler nodded and hurried away, running back into the frat house and slamming the door behind him for good measure.
Quinn stayed molded to Rafael’s side. The scent of his skin, like honey, sandalwood, fine cognac and the freshest rain, filled her nostrils pleasantly, acting as the most wonderful aphrodisiac in the world. The feel of his big, lean hard male body against her soft female one was drying out her throat. She was grateful for the arm he had wound about her waist.
Just being with him, pressed up against him this way, was giving her a wonderful buzz. She had only drunk a few mouthfuls of beer but she had a perpetual buzz around him, anyway.
It took Quinn a moment to realize that he hadn’t said a word to her since Tyler had made his escape. Her unease slowly returning, she gazed up at him. He was looking down at her, his gray eyes unreadable.
“I can explain,” she began in a rush. “I didn’t actually want to be here. You see, Carolina, Sylvie and Jen—”
“Save it. The point is that you are here, and all without the courtesy of informing me.”
“I…hold on a moment. What are you even doing here? How did you know?”
“You’re an intelligent girl Quinn, so don’t be foolish. I’m never too busy to keep an eye on you. Of course I knew you were here.”
Of course he had found out, she thought, biting her lip. Of course. When had she ever been able to hide anything from him? She looked away. “Look, I know what sometimes happens at frat parties. And I’m sorry I worried you.”
He touched her cheek. “Ainda não. You’ll be much, much sorrier when I’m through with you.”
Her head snapped up again. “What the hell does that mean?”
“It means that you don’t belong to yourself. You belong to me,” he said coolly, in what she had often laughingly called his ‘lawyer voice.’ There was nothing amusing about it now. “Therefore you have no right to put my property in danger. The fact that you lied to me and came here deserves some punishment.”
Quinn felt a wave of nausea. Before she could inch away from him, his hold on her had tightened. “I didn’t lie.”
“You did by omission,” he replied in a hard voice. “And wasn’t I proved right? Look what nearly happened to you.”
“I said I was sorry.”
“You will be soon.” He began to steer her towards the black Mercedes parked a few yards away.
How had she not noticed his car sooner? Quinn began to wriggle in his hold. For all the good it did her, she might as well have saved herself the effort. “Where are we going?” she demanded as he unlocked the door.
“My place.” He shoved her into the passenger’s side and then got in himself.
Just so that her hands would have something to do, Quinn put on her seatbelt. Rafael started the Mercedes and pulled into the road in one smooth movement. They drove in complete silence for a few minutes. Quinn stole a few glances at his profile out of the corner of her eye. He was pissed off. Part of the reason his anger terrified Quinn was that it never manifested itself as yelling or tantrums or empty threats. No, his anger was of the cold, calculating type. Because of that, she often felt that he could do anything.
She shivered and tried to relax. He had never done anything to her before. He had never hurt her. He’d never come even remotely close to striking her, or indeed any other woman before. She had no reason to believe he would do so now.
Her shiver didn’t escape him. He glanced at her. “Are you cold, Quinn?”
Somehow the way his sensuous lips formed her name made her feel that she wouldn’t at all like what he’d planned for her at his place. They were approaching a stop light, and for a wild moment, she actually contemplated making a break for it.
As if reading her mind, he initiated the master lock. The sound of the click settled like a lead weight in the pit of Quinn’s stomach. “Rafe, I’ve apologized,” she began tremulously. “I promise I’ll never put myself in danger like that again. I promise.”
“And an apology automatically means a blank slate? You stopped me from crushing that little twit’s skull but you’re not going to wheedle your way out of your own punishment. I’m afraid I’m just not that merciful.”
“Rafe—”
“Shut up,” he said deliberately.
Not wanting to push him further, Quinn was silent the rest of the drive. Perhaps if she was docile enough, he would cool down and whatever punishment he planned could be averted.
Accordingly, she did not demur as he stopped the car in the driveway of his apartment and came around to help her out. She did not protest when he pulled her body into his as they walked to the door. Although the tension was rising, she was silent as he unlocked the door and they let themselves in. She still said nothing as he led her, with his large hand at the nape of her neck, to his bedroom.
The dam broke however, when he locked the bedroom door behind them and set the key up on a shelf far too high for her 5’4” frame to reach. “Rafe I’m sorry,” she said for the umpteenth time, meeting the steely gray eyes.
There was no mercy in them, nor was there any in the way he slammed her against the wall. When she tried to claw away, he took both her wrists in one of his large hands and pinned them to the wall above her head. How pitifully easy was it for him to do so.
Wild with fear, wriggling futilely against his hold she glared at him and threatened, “I’ll scream. I’ll scream the whole house down.”
“Go ahead,” he challenged with the grin that never failed to weaken her knees. “There’s nobody but me to hear you, and you know I rather enjoy it when you’re loud.”
Her next protest was cut off when his lips descended onto hers. The kiss was violent, angry and brutal. His lips were bruising hers, forcing them apart. His tongue snaked into her mouth, teasing hers in a dance as old as time. His body was pressing hers into the wall so insistently that she could feel every line of him. His free hand reached up between them, going to up to her soft, firm tits. He palmed one through her dress, and when he felt the nipple harden under his touch he pinched it hard.
Her cry of mingled pain and pleasure was muffled against his lips. Keeping his mouth fused with hers, he ravaged her tits one after the other, alternately rubbing, pulling and pinching at them through her dress. Quinn was all motion against him, writhing, squirming and moaning against him. There seemed to be little point in fighting him. He was about twice her size and infinitely stronger. Still, she tried.
When his lips moved down to her neck and bit at her skin, she gasped and cried out, “Rafe, no. Stop. I don’t want this. Not like this. You can’t be angry when we do this. You can’t use this as…punishment! Stop! Don’t. I don’t want this. I don’t.”
He didn’t grace her with a reply and Quinn’s fear intensified when she realized that he had every intention of following through. He wasn’t just trying to frighten her. She’d always suspected that Rafael had a dark side. She’d never tried to kid herself there. But she had just always believed that she herself would never be at the mercy of that darkness.
The man she loved more than life itself, the man who she believed loved her the same way, the man who only a few short months ago had taken her virginity with such tenderness, patience and care, had turned into an animal. A merciless beast, who, she knew now, would enjoy taking her by force.
“Rafe, please, please!” She tried to kick, but found her legs pushed apart when his hips slid between hers.
“Please what, sweetness?” he taunted. With his free hand, he pulled at her jacket. One swift yank and the cotton easily ripped all the way apart. “Please fuck you until you bleed?”
He subjected her dress to the same treatment, tearing the soft jersey material from top to bottom, until all that stood between him and her naked body was her matching pair of white lace bra and panties. She could feel his cock straining through his jeans and against her belly, hot and insistent. He was as hard as concrete.
“Don’t! Not like this, Rafe! I don’t want this!”
“Liar,” he said softly, mockingly. His hand skimmed down her body and came to rest at her mound. He jerked her panties down to her knees and without preamble, pushed two fingers into her moist, tight slit. He laughed softly when she let out a strangled cry, when tears began to roll down her cheeks. “You slut,” he whispered against her ear. “You claim you don’t want this yet you’re sopping wet. You’re practically begging for it.”
“I’m not,” she croaked as his fingers began to roughly pump in and out of her hot, damp pussy. Yet a moan found its way out of her parted lips and the cry she emitted when his thumb brushed her clit was one of pure pleasure. His fingers were stroking her damp inner walls with expertise, teasing her G-spot with each and every stroke. His thumb was alternately brushing and rubbing her clit. Despite herself, Quinn felt her eyes close, her head loll back and her legs spread wider. She began to feel the flame building within her.
“Galinha,” he groaned into her ear. “You’re moaning. You’re humping my fingers. You’re three strokes away from coming on my fingers.”
He released his grip on her wrists to unclasp her bra. Her tits were the perfect size for her frame, he thought. They were soft and firm, tipped with perfect pink nipples that he could suck on for the rest of his life. Unable to resist, Rafael leaned down and flicked his tongue over one nipple. Then he enveloped it in his mouth and took a hard pull.
That was Quinn’s undoing. The pleasure arrowed straight into her loins, and combined with Rafael’s skilled fingers in her pussy and on her clit, the ecstasy built up and crashed over her. She screamed as her orgasm took over. She was writing, bucking against his hand like a wild thing as she came hard on his fingers, coating them with more of her juices.
As she slowly descended from the high, she realized that he was laughing softly. They both knew that he had mastered her. He had pinned her, fingered her and forced her to cum, all in the space of a few minutes. Against her will. Humiliated, tears began to well up in Quinn’s eyes. She began to push against him once more.
He brought his hand up from her pussy, used his wet fingers to wipe away a tear and smeared her cheek with her juices in the process. “Poor baby,” he cooed, making no attempt to hide his amusement.
“I hate you!” she cried viciously.
He laughed again. “If this is the way you hate, then I must admit that I love your hatred. I can’t wait to feel when your lips wrap around my cock in hate.” With that, he pushed her down onto her knees. “Unzip my jeans.”
She hesitated.
His eyes darkened. “If I have to say it again, I promise you’ll regret it.”
Her hands trembling, the tears pouring down her cheeks, Quinn did as he instructed. She unbuttoned and unzipped him, then pulled his jeans down over his hard cock and down to his ankles. She gulped when she saw his huge erection tenting his boxer briefs.
“Remove those too,” he instructed; his voice was a low growl. Quinn looked up at him, the beautiful, cruel angel. There was no mercy in his lean, handsome face. “Take off my briefs.”
She did so, and tried to squelch down the unease that assailed her when his cock sprang free. Long and impossibly thick, it matched the rest of him and then some. It was extremely hard at the moment, pre-cum issuing from the fat mushroom head, veins pulsing just under the skin.
Despite herself, Quinn was entranced. As if of its own volition, her hand reached up to encircle his cock. It barely could. At her touch, he let out a long, satisfied groan. Quinn pumped his fat cock a few times, and then knowing what he wanted, she reached out to swirl her tongue around the head.
“Yes,” he hissed, cupping the back of her neck with his large hand. He sank his shaft into her mouth. “Suck me. I know you’re too smart to let me feel any teeth.”
Obeying, letting his hand guide her head, Quinn took the head into her warm mouth. The feel of it, the taste of it in her mouth sparked something inside her. Suddenly, despite herself, she wanted to please him. She wanted to hear and see him groan aloud in the pleasure she had brought him. She wanted him to forgive her. Trying her hardest, she took a few more inches of his staff into her mouth, sucking, and tonguing. Getting into it, she moved her hand down to the base, squeezing gently, just as he had taught her.
His increasing moans were both rewarding and encouraging. Quinn bobbed her head up and down his cock, coating it in her saliva. She reached around, cupping his huge, heavy balls, reaching to softly press behind them.
He groaned deeply, his thick cock seeming to swell even further against her tongue. “Yes, that’s it. Suck me.” He began to pump his hips. Both his hands were on her head, and he sank his cock deeper into her mouth. His thrusts were initially short and shallow, but then he truly started to fuck her face. His balls were slapping against her chin as his cock pushed deeper into her throat.
Gagging, gasping for air, Quinn tried to pull back. It was to no avail however. He had forced his ten inches all the way down her throat. Without mercy he began to fuck her face, groaning obscenely as his pleasure mounted. Faster, harder, he fucked her mouth. To keep from toppling back against the wall from the force of his thrusts, Quinn grabbed hold of his hips. What was happening to her? She wondered as she fought for breath. He was brutally using her mouth and throat for his pleasure yet she was growing wetter every second. She could feel her juices run down her inner thigh. Was she so much his slave that she would gladly take anything? That she would accept—relish—any kind of treatment as long as Rafael da Silva was the one meting it out?
She felt it when his cock swelled even further in her mouth, and was preparing herself for a load of his cum down her throat when his thrusting slowed.
Slowly, he withdrew from her mouth. A string of saliva and pre-cum followed his dick as it pulled out of her mouth.
Questioningly, she raised her eyes up to his face.
If she had hoped that enthusiastically sucking him off would have helped cool his anger, she was sorely mistaken. “As delightful as it is to fuck your pretty face, and as nice as it would be to come down that lovely throat and have you swallow it all, I want you. I want you around me.”
Quinn held her breath as, without effort he lifted her up from her knees and deposited her unceremoniously on the large bed. “You’ll be gentle, right?” She looked at him with wide eyes, her dark hair falling over her body to her waist.
Rafael grinned as he rid himself the last item of clothing—his shirt. “Now why would I be gentle with a girl who hates me? No. When a girl hates me I’ll fuck her like a whore.” His weight came down on hers, drilling her into the mattress. “Fuck her so hard until she’s screaming and pleading at the top of her lungs. Fuck her like an animal until she’s begging me to stop, until she comes over and over again. Until she can’t remember her own name. Until she’s sore and torn and bleeding and broken.”
Why did the words arouse her? How could they? She preferred the gentle touch…hadn’t she? She made an effort for her voice to sound even. “You know I didn’t mean it. I love you. You know how much I love you.” She was beating at his chest, trying to kick out at him. Fat lot of good it did her. He had her hands pinned and her legs spread without breaking a sweat.
Amusement was plain in his voice. “Que ridículo. Nobody goes from hating a man to loving him within half an hour, sweetness.” His mouth met hers in a kiss that broke her heart. His fingers brushed over her sensitive nipples and then his lips moved down to take their place, sucking, rolling, nibbling. His lean hips shifted above hers and she felt his hot, hard cock head at her wet slit.
“Rafe,” she whispered, trying to ignore all the pleasure his touch was bringing her. Her breath hitched as she was forced to admit, “You’re scaring me, you really are. Please, you have to be gentle. Otherwise I won’t let you.”
The minute the words were out, Quinn knew that she had made a mistake. As bad as the situation was, she had made it infinitely worse. He froze for a moment. When he lifted his head to hers she saw with dismay that all traces of humor had left his face. His gray eyes glittered with wrath. “Let me? Since when do you let me do anything, Quinn? Since when can you stop me from doing with you as I damn well please?”
She scrambled to get her foot out of her mouth. ‘Let’ was not a word you used with Rafael. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
The hand pinning hers tightened around her wrists, tightly enough that she would be left with handprints. “How did you mean it, then?”
“I…I…” Her mind zipping, she suddenly recollected that she had not taken her pill that evening. Her friends dragging her to the party had messed up her nightly routine. “Rafe, I haven’t taken the pill tonight.”
A cruel smile touched his mouth. “Is that so? How very interesting.” With slow deliberation, he ground his hips into hers.
“You can’t do this. Rafe, you could get me pregnant!”
“So what?” he asked quietly.
With that, he lined his cock along her entrance and drove in to the hilt with one smooth movement. Quinn cried out. She was very wet, but the sheer size of him and the sharpness of the intrusion had not made for a painless introduction. She could feel every line and ridge, every vein of his thick shaft, buried as he was balls-deep inside her. Trying to adjust to his size, to ease some one the pain, she spread legs wider and wrapped them around his waist.
She heard his low moan in her ear. “So hot, so wet…sot tight,” he growled. He drew out of her, pulling out almost to the tip before plunging all the way in again. Had he not been holding her down, the force of the movement would have been enough to send Quinn crashing against the bedpost. He began to move, each thrust harder, faster than the last. He was grunting like an animal between each thrust.
Quinn sobbed, gasped, and held on for dear life as he battered her pussy. Yet, pleasure began to rise in her, mingling with the pain until she could not tell one from the other. He was pounding her, flesh was meeting flesh, his balls slapping against her. The sounds of her wetness as he slammed into her echoed around the room.
“Please, please,” she sobbed incoherently as he continued to fuck her, as each painful, rapid thrust stroked the flame within her. He had practically forced himself on her, yet she was close to coming for the second time. How could this be? How could have mastered her body so completely? She was doing just what he had said she would—she was screaming, begging, pleading at the top of her voice.
“Please what?” he demanded, pounding into her, her tits bouncing with every thrust. He pinched one, twisting it between his thumb and forefinger. “Tell me, sweetness.”
Quinn gasped out her pain and pleasure. “Please, Rafe, please.”
He grinned. “Look down, Quinn. Look at us.”
Unable to do anything else but obey, she dazedly opened her eyes and looked down. The sight of his dick as it sawed in and out of her, coated in his pre-cum and her own juices, was enough to bring her another step closer to orgasm. She moaned, her head lolling back. Without realizing what she was doing, she had begun to fuck him back, her hips rising up to meet his whenever he pulled back.
“I’m fucking you like the slut you are and you’re enjoying every second of it.” His voice was a low, lustful rasp. “You’re so wet I can feel you all over. My little whore. My beautiful, beautiful little whore.”
She was so close, and, shockingly, his taunting words were fanning the flame rather than dampening them. Maybe she was a slut, she thought. Why else would she be enjoying this? She was his whore.
She was close. So close. She was almost immune to the pain now; the pleasure of his cock stroking her walls, filling her up until she felt she would split in half, was rising and rising till it threatened to overwhelm her. He was so large, and he was fucking her so hard that she knew she would hurt for days. She would be sore, and she would bleed just like she had when he had taken her virginity. She realized that she didn’t care. “Please, Rafe.”
“Please what, amada?”
He really was going to make her say it? Shame washed over her as she heard herself whisper, “Please…don’t stop.”
“My slut wants to come?” he rasped harshly, trying his hardest to keep his own orgasm at bay. Her pussy was just too good, gripping him, milking him, urging him to spill all of his hot seed into its depths. “Tell me, Quinn, who do you belong to?”
“I belong to you,” she sobbed out as she reached the edge of the precipice. “You and nobody else!”
“I was your first,” he growled as he slammed into her. “I’m going to be your last. And I’m going to be your only. Você me ouve? Do you hear me, Quinn?”
“Yes. Yes sir. Loud and clear. Please, please…master. Master!”
Rafael reached between them and found her clit. As soon as his fingers closed over it, Quinn’s body shattered. She screamed and bit into his shoulder as she came all around his throbbing cock, drenching it in fresh juices. She came so hard and for so long that it sent her senses reeling.
He did not stop fucking her through her orgasm, and, faster than she had thought possible, another one washed over her. She screamed out his name as she came for the third time. Through her own pussy’s contractions, she felt his dick swell within her. She felt his thrusts become even more powerful, more erratic. His groans were more guttural. His balls had drawn up to his body.
Panic rose in Quinn. “Rafe please pull out. I didn’t take the pill!”
His response was to grind his cock even deeper into her. He thrust once, twice, thrice, and then she began to forget why she had wanted him to pull out. His cock felt too good. She wanted Rafael to fuck her forever. To be above her and around her. To fuck her as he pleased and then cum in her.
She felt it then. Burying himself deep inside her, he exploded into a powerful orgasm. He was groaning obscenely as his balls erupted, releasing their contents into her womb. Quinn whimpered in orgasm as she felt his twitching cock shoot seemingly endless ropes of hot, sticky seed deep in her belly. He was coming so much, she thought dazedly. He was filling her up with semen, so much so that there was no other place for it to go. She felt it flood her insides and begin to ooze out from around the base of his cock, still lodged within her.
Her bones turned to liquid and she lay motionless beneath him, all the fight knocked out of her. She blinked and opened her eyes. He was still above her, the expression in his gray eyes still cold. The cock wedged inside her was still as hard as iron.
She couldn’t find the words right now. His anger had still not abated.
Deliberately he withdrew from her pussy. As he did, huge globs of his cum began seeping out of her, pooling on the sheets beneath her ass.
“Get on your knees,” he said.
Quinn could do nothing but silently obey. Her body shaking, she dragged herself onto all-fours, baring her ass to his gaze even as her pussy dripped with his cream.
His large hands cupped the fleshy globes, pulled them apart. “Such a pretty little asshole,” he whispered, his thumb working into the puckered hole. “Too bad I’m going to destroy it.”
Even when she felt his cock, soaked with his cum and her juices, prod at her back hole, Quinn was too worn out to demur. It was no use to beg for gentleness either. She knew it would hurt; ever since he had taken her virginity five months ago, he had only taken her ass a couple of times. Both times he had been careful, pushing in slowly and giving her time to adjust. He had always dominated her, but he had never been cruel. She knew that it would not be the case tonight. Tonight, he would be cruel.
Although she expected pain, she was not prepared for the sheer intensity of it as she felt his cock press in past her sphincter. She screamed out in pure agony, so much so that Rafael, even in his fury, could not completely ignore her. He did not stop pushing in but he slowed the penetration.
“Rafe, Rafe. Master,” she called out in anguish, her whole body quivering. Her ass was on fire. She felt like she was being sliced open.
“Relax,” he growled, his palm landing on her ass cheek with a loud slap. She whimpered. “I’ll go slower, but I’m not going to stop. So fucking relax or it will hurt much more than it should.”
Quinn tried to relax. She took a deep breath and gritted her teeth as he sunk his long, thick meat into her ass ever so slowly. Finally, when he was buried all the way inside, he paused.
“Alright?” he asked.
“Alright,” she whispered, and he began to move. Ignoring her muffled cries, he grabbed her hips and pounded into her ass as brutally as he had her pussy. The tightness of her ass was exquisite, the pleasure it afforded him just as much as the delights of her sweet pussy. He fucked her hard, slamming his cock into her repeatedly.
He was aware when her cries of pain began to turn to whimpers of pleasure. He was aware when she, slowly but surely began to fuck him back. Gradually, they built a rhythm. He reached down and found her clit. When he skimmed his thumb over the sensitive little nub, he had her moaning.
He laughed softly as he spanked her ass again, as he reached up to cover her tits with his hands, feeling the nipples harden under his touch. “Are you going to cum, sweetness? Are you going to cum with my dick up your ass?”
Her answer was a strangled moan.
He pinched her nipples, brushed his thumbs over them. “Cum, Quinn. Cum now, amada.”
With a scream that hurt her throat, Quinn came violently, her ass rippling around his cock. Rafael came with her, growling as he sprayed another huge load of semen into her ass. He pumped her ass full of reams of cum, spurt after spurt until his balls were finally emptied.
With one last moan, he pulled out of her ass. Weary, Quinn collapsed on the bed and curled up into a ball, crying; all her muscles were aching, her throat was sore and his cum was seeping out of both her ravaged holes.
His anger having finally been purged, Rafael reached for her. The sight of her dejected weeping was agonizing to him now. He brushed her long, dark hair back from her slim shoulders.
“Quinn.” He put his hand under her chin and raised her face to his. With heartbreaking gentleness, he wiped the tears from her cheeks. “Come here, little one,” he said softly, all traces of mockery gone. “Come here.”
Without hesitation, without stopping to think about it, Quinn threw herself into his arms. The tears flowing freely, she clung to him like a vine, needing his comfort, needing his love like she needed air. He was the one who’d hurt her. He was the one who could fix it.
“There, pequena,” he murmured tenderly, cradling her in capable arms. “Stop crying. It’s alright.” Rafael held her until her tears ceased, until she had stopped sobbing and trembling and lay still in his arms. Finally, he moved back just enough to see her face. He put his hand to her cheek. The last of the tears had dried. “I frightened you,” he said grimly. His gray eyes were gentle, soft and full of remorse.
“Yes,” she replied on a sigh.
“How much have I hurt you?”
Quinn smiled tremulously, understanding the question just the way he had meant it. “I may have some trouble sitting down for the next couple of days and there will be a few bruises come tomorrow…but nothing that won’t heal.”
“You’re certain?”
“Positive.” She looked away, unable to maintain eye contact as she admitted, “Besides, it won’t do for you to feel bad. It wouldn’t really be fair to you when the truth is that I…”
“That you what?” He put his hand underneath her chin and jerked up her face. He wouldn’t permit her to hide from him.
“That I liked it,” she finished in an unsteady whisper.
A little frown touched his mouth. Quinn’s heart flipped in her chest. “Sim? You actually enjoyed what I did to you? The cruelty, the insults, the pain?”
“It’s you,” she said softly.
He spread his hands over her ass. “And you’ll take anything from me. Is that it?”
“You already know that.” She blushed. And I know you might not like to admit it—I know you may want to believe that you were just made at me—but you actually enjoyed it.” She spoke hesitantly, not wanting to anger him again. “There’s a dark side of you that enjoyed it.”
His frown deepened at that, but Quinn noted that he didn’t deny it. “That dark side is a part of you,” she continued, reaching up and putting her palm to the side of his face. “And I never want to cut it out, or change you at all. I want all of you, just as you are, the whole Rafe, both kind and cruel. I love you so much.”
He captured her lips with his own. The kiss was slow, deep and sweet. “So you’ll forgive me when this happens again?” he asked, his fingers toying with her nipples. “Because if you ever pull a stunt like that again, I can you guarantee that it will…but then again, even if you’re perfectly behaved I still can’t promise you that it won’t.” A mischievous smile touched his mouth.
Instead of a direct reply, Quinn sighed happily against his lips and cuddled deeper into his embrace. It was all the answer he needed. Minutes later, just before they drifted off to sleep, he said, “In the morning I’ll get you Plan B.”
“Why?” she murmured sleepily.
“Don’t be dense. I came in you without protection. I could get you pregnant.”
Smiling, nestled safely in his arms, Quinn replied, “So what?”
She wasn’t scared by the thought. She wasn’t terrified by the idea of permanence with him. She knew she didn’t fully understand him yet, but she knew that she wanted to see where this ride would take them.
She damn well knew it was taking them somewhere.
