A Beautiful Mistake: A Mafia Romance

CHAPTER SEVEN

“Hands behind your back,” he commands, his voice low and authoritative as he begins to loosen his tie.

My heart pounds, a thousand thoughts swimming in my head. What does he have planned? Will it hurt? Will I... enjoy it? Fear and anticipation battle within me, leaving me breathless and trembling. I try to steady my breathing, but it’s shallow and quick.

I slowly put my hands behind me, feeling exposed and vulnerable. He uses his tie to secure them at the small of my back. The silk is cool against my heated skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of his fingers as they brush against me. That brief touch sends shivers down my spine.

I try to move my hands once he’s done, testing the restraints. They hold fast, and a mix of fear and excitement courses through me. My heart races even faster, and I stare at him, waiting to see what he’ll do next. The anticipation is almost unbearable.

With practiced ease, he lifts me by the arms and spins me around. My front presses against the desk, the hard wood digging into my hips.

A sharp spank lands on my ass, and a yelp escapes my lips as it stings. But to my shock and confusion, my core clenches in response, too. Why am I reacting this way? I shouldn’t be aroused by this, should I?

“You love to defy me, don’t you? It makes you feel like you’re worth something, doesn’t it?” he taunts, his voice a dark caress that sends shivers down my spine.

I feel his hands slowly round my ass before another spank lands on my left cheek, then my right. This time, it isn’t a yelp that escapes me. No, it’s a moan. A f*****g moan. I’m mortified by my body’s response, yet I can’t deny the heat building within me.

I must’ve lost my mind. Why did I moan from his warm, rough hands spanking my probably reddening and stinging ass? Oh my God! Listen to how I’m describing it. Of course, I’m turned on, but why? I shouldn’t be. He wants to take me against my will, just like every other man has... or does he? The confusion only adds to the intensity of the moment.

“Let’s see how dry you are now,” he says, and I gasp as I feel his finger slide into my core. The intrusion is sudden, and I tense up, but my body betrays me, welcoming him.

“Just like I thought. You’re f*****g wet.” His words are triumphant, and I burn with shame even as desire courses through me. He slowly thrusts his finger, and I tighten my fists behind my back, biting my lip to suppress the next moan, but I fail.

“f**k!” I curse, my eyes rolling back as I feel him playing with my clit. Pleasure sparks through me, bright and intense, warring with the shame that burns in my cheeks. I’ve never felt so out of control, so at the mercy of my own body’s responses.

“You like it, don’t you?” he whispers, adding another finger, stretching me deliciously. The fullness is exquisite, and I hate myself for loving it.

“Yes,” I moan, the admission torn from me. My insides clench around his fingers as he quickens his pace, thrusting faster, driving me toward the edge with expert strokes. But just as I’m about to crest, teetering on the brink of ecstasy, he stops.

“You shouldn’t,” he says, pulling his fingers out of me. I gasp at the sudden emptiness; my release ripped away. The loss is almost painful, and I have to bite back a whimper of disappointment.

My core receives a spank of its own, making me jolt. The sensation is sharp, startling, and somehow arousing all at once. “You shouldn’t like it.” Another spank. My core clenches, desperate for more. “You should hate it.” Another spank. More wetness pools between my thighs, betraying my body’s traitorous response.

I’m f****d, I realize, in more ways than one. My mind is in turmoil, torn between revulsion and craving, fear and desire. I’ve never felt so conflicted, so out of control of my own responses.

“Maybe I need to f**k you to make you understand what’s going on,” he growls, his deep, husky voice dripping with raw desire as his hand slowly withdraws from my aching, dripping core.

“f**k! Blondie, my hand is soaked,” Rafael curses under his breath, the sound of his belt unbuckling echoing in the otherwise silent room. The anticipation builds as I hear the smooth leather slide through the loops, my heart pounding in my chest. Suddenly, I feel the cool material wrap around my neck, not quite choking me but a thrilling reminder of his complete control over me. “Let’s see how much you can take,” he challenges his words, a tantalizing promise of the pleasure and pain to come.

Without warning, Rafael thrusts into me, filling me to the hilt with his impressive length. My slick walls clench hard around him, my muscles tensing as a wave of intense pleasure crashes over me, threatening to drown me in its depths. A wanton moan escapes my lips, my nails digging crescents into my palms as I try to ground myself amidst the overwhelming sensations assaulting my body.

“f**k!” I cry out, my voice a strangled mix of pleasure and desperation as Rafael sets a brutal, punishing pace. Each powerful thrust rocks my sensitive n*****s against the smooth, hard surface of the desk, the delicious friction sending jolts of electricity straight to my throbbing clit. The line between pleasure and pain blurs, the intensity bordering on too much, but I crave more, needing to lose myself completely in the intoxicating mix of sensations.

“You like it rough? f*****g hell,” Rafael chuckles darkly, tugging on the belt around my neck, the pressure increasing with each snap of his hips. Spots dance behind my eyelids as my lungs burn for air, the lack of oxygen heightening every touch, every caress of his skin against mine.

As he f***s me with wild abandon, I feel myself teetering on the edge of oblivion, my release building like a tidal wave ready to crash over me. “You’re going be one hell of pet, aren’t you,” Rafael groans, his words dripping with lust as he pulls the belt even tighter. The combination of his deep, gravelly voice and the delicious pressure around my throat sends me flying, my body convulsing as my first orgasm rips through me, more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced.

Rafael’s thrusts become erratic, his own release fast approaching as my walls flutter and squeeze around him. With a guttural moan, he buries himself to the hilt, his warm seed filling me as he finds his own peak. I collapse against the desk, my legs trembling and my lungs heaving as I try to catch my breath, the aftershocks of my climax still coursing through my veins.

As the fog of lust slowly dissipates, the ache of my skin rubbing against the unforgiving surface of the desk registers in my pleasure-addled mind. I wince as I slowly stand, my legs unsteady beneath me. Rafael pulls out, his softening length slipping from my sensitive core as he reaches to untie my hands.

Deep purple bruises encircle my wrists, a badge of honor, a testament to the intensity of our carnal encounter. Tentatively, I reach up to touch my neck, my fingers grazing the tender skin, a shiver running down my spine as I recall the delicious pressure of the belt, the heady mix of fear and arousal it elicited.

I step away from the desk on shaky legs, standing beside it as I watch Rafael with hooded eyes. A sheen of sweat glistens on his exposed chest, visible through the undone buttons of his shirt. He reaches for his glass, taking a sip of the amber liquid, his darkened gaze never leaving mine, a silent promise of more to come.

“Put on your clothes and go back to your room,” he commands, his voice steady and authoritative despite the passion we just shared. I nod, not trusting my own voice as I gather my clothes with trembling hands, my mind reeling from the intensity of what just transpired.

As I dress quickly, my body deliciously sore in all the right places, I can’t help but wonder what this means for our future interactions. One thing is certain – I’ll never forget the way he made me feel, the way he pushed me to the brink of pleasure and back again, awakening desires I never knew lay dormant within me. With one last glance over my shoulder, I slip out of the room, my heart racing and my core clenching at the thought of what else Rafael has in store for me.