A Beautiful Mistake: A Mafia Romance

CHAPTER 12

“Hello, my little rebel,” Rafael whispers into my ear, his voice a sultry murmur that sends a shiver down my spine. “Did you really think I would let you go unpunished?” His words stir an intense thrill within me, my heart pounding not from fear but from the excitement of what’s to come.

He steps back, his breath warm against my ear, and waits with a controlled, expectant calm. “Pull down your jeans and underwear, and put your ass out,” he instructs. I turn slowly, trying to catch a glimpse of his expression, but his face is impassive, so I comply with his command, my movements tinged with both anticipation and nervousness.

Suddenly, I feel something cool and foreign between my legs. Looking down, I see a sleek, black butt plug, its smooth surface gleaming under the faint light. Rafael’s fingers expertly rub it against my core, and I feel the heat and moisture pooling at its contact. Even without the plug, his warm hands on my waist are enough to make me drip with desire.

A moan escapes my lips as he continues to rub the plug against my entrance, soaking it with my juices. The sensation is both tantalizing and unbearable, and when he finally pulls it away, a desperate cry escapes me, the void left behind feeling almost painfully empty.

“We’re going to get your ass ready while I also punish you for disobeying me,” Rafael says, his tone resolute. His fingers trace a path to my core before moving to my ass. I tense instinctively, trying to push his hand away, but his calm command, “Relax,” makes me yield.

“If you don’t relax, it will hurt,” he warns softly. His fingers move with deliberate care, slowly thrusting before he begins to insert the plug into my ass. The sensation of being filled is overwhelming, and I focus on breathing deeply through my nose to help ease the tension. The fullness is both discomforting and electrifying, a blend of pain and pleasure.

“Put on your clothes,” Rafael commands once the plug is in place, and I obey, slipping my jeans and underwear back on with trembling hands. When I turn to face him, my eyes seek any hint of what’s next, but he remains silent, his expression unreadable. Without a word, he steps out of the bathroom, leaving me to grapple with the full extent of my anticipation and the weight of my punishment.

I follow Rafael out of the bathroom, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. I take my seat, but the second my ass makes contact with the chair, a sudden jolt of thrust from the plug inside me makes me yelp and shoot up from my seat. The sensation is electric—sharp, unexpected, and overwhelmingly intense. Oh my God, what was that? Is it the thing he put inside me?

I sit back down carefully, waiting for another wave of the strange sensation, my body tensed with anticipation. Seconds tick by, and I start to wonder if there might be something on my seat causing the unexpected thrusts. I check discreetly but find nothing amiss. As I start to relax, the thrust returns with a vengeance, stronger and more insistent than before. A moan slips from my lips, involuntary and betraying the intense pleasure I’m experiencing.

I quickly slap my hand over my mouth, my eyes darting around the room in a desperate plea that no one noticed. My gaze locks with Rafael’s, and the realization hits me with a shocking clarity—this relentless, throbbing sensation is his doing. The glint of satisfaction in his eyes confirms it. This is my punishment. The realization makes my pulse race even faster, and I can’t help but feel overwhelmed by the situation. Oh God, I’m f****d once again.

“Is everything alright?” Julio’s voice breaks through the haze of my focus, causing me to tear my eyes away from Rafael. I manage a strained, forced smile as I nod. Rafael has taken things up a notch, intensifying the vibrations of the butt plug lodged inside me. The sensation is overwhelming, and I’m on the brink of losing control. My breathing is ragged, and I can hardly keep myself upright.

“Are you sure?” Julio presses, his gaze dropping to my clenched hand, gripping the armrest as if my life depends on it. I nod again, unable to vocalize anything more. The pleasure is so intense that only a moan would escape me if I let down my guard. I turn back to Rafael, who’s smirking at me with a sadistic delight as though he’s holding a remote control, dialing the pleasure up to excruciating heights.

“Alright, if you say so,” Julio says, though his concern is evident. He turns back to his task, but I barely register his presence. My entire focus is consumed by the relentless torment Rafael is subjecting me to. Each jolt of the plug is like a direct line to my core, and I’m struggling to breathe through the waves of pleasure. But just as I’m about to tip over the edge, Rafael abruptly stops the thrusting, leaving me on the verge of an orgasm that never quite comes. It’s maddening, and I feel like I’m going to burst from the frustration of being so tantalizingly close.

Hours stretch on, and the torment continues. The entire 17-hour journey to Mexico becomes a relentless cycle of near-orgasms, each time Rafael bringing me to the precipice only to pull back, leaving me in a state of perpetual, desperate need. I deeply regret not heeding his earlier warnings. This is orgasmic hell.

The only respite comes when Rafael receives an important call. He and Julio discuss it, leaving me a brief moment of relief. Exhausted, I manage to doze off for a few minutes, my body too spent to stay alert. When I wake, the sensation in my ass is maddening. I’m bent forward, biting down on my lip to stifle the moans threatening to escape.

But then, something changes. Rafael finally allows me to c*m. The release is explosive, and I pant heavily, gasping for air as I sit up. My eyes lock with his, and he’s so close I can see every detail of his face, his eyes dark with satisfaction.

“Next time, will you obey, my little rebel?” he asks, his voice soft yet commanding, as he brushes a damp strand of hair away from my face, which is glistening with sweat from the intensity of the orgasm.

“Yes, I will,” I respond, my voice shaky but sincere. I mean it this time. The thought of enduring this kind of torment again is unbearable.

“Good,” he says, his approval evident. Standing to his full height, he extends his hand to me. “Let’s go take it out.” I stand unsteadily, leaning against him. I’m so exhausted that walking on my own is impossible. Rafael lifts me into his arms effortlessly and carries me to the bathroom.

Once there, he removes the plug with gentle precision. He then uses a moist towelette from a travel kit to clean me gently between my legs and around my ass. His movements are tender and considerate, a contrast to the commanding presence he usually presents.

Standing to his full height once he’s done, he discards the towelette in the sink. “Go to the bedroom and rest for an hour before we land,” he instructs. I nod gratefully and make my way to the bedroom, hoping for a few moments of peace without any more surprises.