Surrender by Melody Anne
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“You won’t have to worry about that as I plan on never seeing you again after tonight. ” Though she knew it was useless, she struggled against her ties.
Rafe walked from the room and Ari’s breathing was ragged as she glared at the door. When he didn’t return after several minutes, she began to panic. Was he really planning on leaving her like this for the rest of the night?
She didn’t know how long she lay there struggling against the restraints as her body burned, but soon the door opened again. She glared at him as he walked in. She wouldn’t beg him anymore that night.
He said nothing as he came over and covered her up, then turned off the lamp and walked from the room again. Eventually, sweet oblivion came over her, and she managed to fall to sleep. Her last thought was of sweet revenge against Rafe.
Chapter Thirty-Six
In the early dawn light, Rafe walked back into his room and found Ari moving on the bed, her sleeping form trying to find comfort. He’d left her for a couple hours, wanting to punish her, needing to reprimand her for her behavior.
Knowing she was so close, knowing she’d welcome the thrust of his hardening staff inside her heat made it impossible for him to stay away any longer. He could once again pleasure himself without giving her satisfaction, but he didn’t enjoy the orgasm nearly as much.
He stripped off his robe as he made his way to the bed and slipped the covers down so he could admire the full softness of her beautiful br**sts.
His fingers glided over her ni**les, which instantly hardened beneath his touch. With just that light touch, his manhood stood up fully, ready to plunge deep inside her. He opened the nightstand and sheathed himself before pulling the blankets the rest of the way off her gloriously na**d body.
Spreading her thighs, he moved his head between her legs and woke her up as his mouth encircled her flesh.
“Oh, yes,” she cried, her aroused body instantly waking, seeking the orgasm he’d withheld from her earlier. “Please don’t stop,” she sobbed. “Please…”
She struggled against the ropes as his tongue swirled around her flesh. When he brought her right to the edge, he pulled back, making her scream in frustration.
He climbed up her body and gripped her head with his hands as his h*ps thrust forward and he buried himself inside her hot folds with one precise thrust.
Her cry of pleasure echoed in his mouth as one hand moved down to her hip and he gripped her, holding her securely in place so he could plunge quickly in and out.
He felt her walls convulse around him as she reached her peak, her scream filling the room as she tumbled over the edge. With a deep thrust, he buried himself so deeply he didn’t know if there was a single place on their bodies not connected together.
A cry ripped from him as her body gripped him, pulling every bit of pleasure from him one pulse at a time. For the briefest of seconds, his hand caressed her flushed cheek and their eyes connected. Hers were dreamy and satisfied, sucking him into their gaze. He started to bend forward to softly kiss her lips when he stopped himself.
As her eyes closed and she drifted back to sleep, Rafe jumped from the bed. He was getting too attached, turning the sex into something it wasn’t. He didn’t believe in making love. It was sex – just sex.
He paced for several moments before he made his decision. He never let his mistresses stay with him. It was a solid rule. Because he wanted to break that rule with Ari, he forced himself to call his driver.
*****
“Ari, time to go. ”
Ari struggled to open her eyes. She was foggy as she drifted between wakefulness and sleep. Rafe? It sounded like him.
“Ari, you need to wake up. Your ride is here. ”
Finally, Ari managed to get her eyes to open. She stretched her body and realized it was sore. As her foggy brain processed the moment, the night flooded back with the force of a tornado – the club, shower, and then the bed.
“Ride?” she asked, still not understanding.
“Yes, we’re done for the night. I’ve arranged a ride home for you. ”
His cold tone of voice finally sunk in, along with his words. He’d gotten what he wanted so it was time for her to leave. Instant hurt filled her. She immediately pushed it away. She had no right to be hurt. Rafe had never lied about what he expected.
He was clear from the beginning that he only wanted sex, nothing more. Right in his contract, it stated that his mistresses didn’t sleep in his home. It was all laid out in black and white so she had no reason to be surprised.
Just because she hadn’t signed along the dotted line, didn’t change the rules in Rafe’s mind. She may have seen moments of him acting more human over the last few months, but the bottom line was that Rafe was who he was. He didn’t put on a show, didn’t pretend to want anything other than sex and control.
“You won’t have to worry about that as I plan on never seeing you again after tonight. ” Though she knew it was useless, she struggled against her ties.
Rafe walked from the room and Ari’s breathing was ragged as she glared at the door. When he didn’t return after several minutes, she began to panic. Was he really planning on leaving her like this for the rest of the night?
She didn’t know how long she lay there struggling against the restraints as her body burned, but soon the door opened again. She glared at him as he walked in. She wouldn’t beg him anymore that night.
He said nothing as he came over and covered her up, then turned off the lamp and walked from the room again. Eventually, sweet oblivion came over her, and she managed to fall to sleep. Her last thought was of sweet revenge against Rafe.
Chapter Thirty-Six
In the early dawn light, Rafe walked back into his room and found Ari moving on the bed, her sleeping form trying to find comfort. He’d left her for a couple hours, wanting to punish her, needing to reprimand her for her behavior.
Knowing she was so close, knowing she’d welcome the thrust of his hardening staff inside her heat made it impossible for him to stay away any longer. He could once again pleasure himself without giving her satisfaction, but he didn’t enjoy the orgasm nearly as much.
He stripped off his robe as he made his way to the bed and slipped the covers down so he could admire the full softness of her beautiful br**sts.
His fingers glided over her ni**les, which instantly hardened beneath his touch. With just that light touch, his manhood stood up fully, ready to plunge deep inside her. He opened the nightstand and sheathed himself before pulling the blankets the rest of the way off her gloriously na**d body.
Spreading her thighs, he moved his head between her legs and woke her up as his mouth encircled her flesh.
“Oh, yes,” she cried, her aroused body instantly waking, seeking the orgasm he’d withheld from her earlier. “Please don’t stop,” she sobbed. “Please…”
She struggled against the ropes as his tongue swirled around her flesh. When he brought her right to the edge, he pulled back, making her scream in frustration.
He climbed up her body and gripped her head with his hands as his h*ps thrust forward and he buried himself inside her hot folds with one precise thrust.
Her cry of pleasure echoed in his mouth as one hand moved down to her hip and he gripped her, holding her securely in place so he could plunge quickly in and out.
He felt her walls convulse around him as she reached her peak, her scream filling the room as she tumbled over the edge. With a deep thrust, he buried himself so deeply he didn’t know if there was a single place on their bodies not connected together.
A cry ripped from him as her body gripped him, pulling every bit of pleasure from him one pulse at a time. For the briefest of seconds, his hand caressed her flushed cheek and their eyes connected. Hers were dreamy and satisfied, sucking him into their gaze. He started to bend forward to softly kiss her lips when he stopped himself.
As her eyes closed and she drifted back to sleep, Rafe jumped from the bed. He was getting too attached, turning the sex into something it wasn’t. He didn’t believe in making love. It was sex – just sex.
He paced for several moments before he made his decision. He never let his mistresses stay with him. It was a solid rule. Because he wanted to break that rule with Ari, he forced himself to call his driver.
*****
“Ari, time to go. ”
Ari struggled to open her eyes. She was foggy as she drifted between wakefulness and sleep. Rafe? It sounded like him.
“Ari, you need to wake up. Your ride is here. ”
Finally, Ari managed to get her eyes to open. She stretched her body and realized it was sore. As her foggy brain processed the moment, the night flooded back with the force of a tornado – the club, shower, and then the bed.
“Ride?” she asked, still not understanding.
“Yes, we’re done for the night. I’ve arranged a ride home for you. ”
His cold tone of voice finally sunk in, along with his words. He’d gotten what he wanted so it was time for her to leave. Instant hurt filled her. She immediately pushed it away. She had no right to be hurt. Rafe had never lied about what he expected.
He was clear from the beginning that he only wanted sex, nothing more. Right in his contract, it stated that his mistresses didn’t sleep in his home. It was all laid out in black and white so she had no reason to be surprised.
Just because she hadn’t signed along the dotted line, didn’t change the rules in Rafe’s mind. She may have seen moments of him acting more human over the last few months, but the bottom line was that Rafe was who he was. He didn’t put on a show, didn’t pretend to want anything other than sex and control.