Authors: Anya Bast
His breathing changed rhythm, becoming even and deep in sleep. She nestled against him, tears pricking her eyes.
I need you, Kaitlyn.
What if she needed him too?
How could she spend two weeks with these men, then leave them?
Chapter Six
Kaitlyn studied Rafian as he slept. Tired from the previous night, she’d drowsed off and on. In the late afternoon light, she saw that Rafian’s room had a fireplace, armoire, night stand and a couch as well as the bed. There was also a strange piece of furniture made from metal standing near one wall.
The blankets tangled around Rafian’s waist and he was bare from the midriff up. One powerful arm was thrown over his head on the pillow. She could just make out the jut of one lean hip under the sheet. She reached out and laid her palm flat on his chest, feeling his warm skin and the promise of smooth, hard muscle beneath it.
In a flash, he had her wrist. She yelped, surprised. He tossed her onto her back and rolled her beneath his body.
Her breath left her in a rush. “I thought you were sleeping.”
He slipped a knee between her legs and she gasped. “I was sleeping until a couple of seconds before you touched me.” His fingers found the button and zipper of her pants and yanked them down over her hips, taking her underwear with them. She helped kick them off, then pulled her sweater over her head and dropped it to the floor.
Rafian dropped his mouth to her breast and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She sucked in a surprised breath, arching into him. “You don’t waste much time,” she gasped.
“I’ve been waiting years to touch you.” He slid a hand between her thighs and found her clit.
She moaned, her body immediately responding to his commanding, possessive action. A rush of arousal made her sex warm. Seeming to sense the softening of her body, he slid a finger deep inside her, plus another, and then thrust in and out.
“Did you like it when Lucas fucked you?”
She shivered, surprised she was aroused by the coarse language Rafian used. “Yes.”
“Have you considered what it will be like when both of us fuck you at the same time?”
She stilled, her half closed eyes opening wide. The whole situation was so full of weird, that she really hadn’t thought much about that aspect of it.
“Ah. I see you’re now just considering it. Sweet, Kaitlyn, let me give you a taste of how it will be, with a little of my own flavoring.” He continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her. “You’ll need to trust me.”
She moaned
yes
, her body tingling with need for him. At this point she’d agree to anything just to get him to touch her more.
“Tell me stop and I will. Let me do as I will and I’ll make you come so hard you’ll see stars.” He rolled off her and retrieved a couple unidentified objects and set them down on the mattress. Then he sat on the edge of the bed next to them, his gaze eating up the vision of her bare body like a starving man.
“You’re very beautiful. More than I’d imagined and, believe me, I imagined often,” he murmured. “Now come to me. Over my lap.”
“Over your lap?”
He gave her a look so wicked, it made hot need flash through her. “Face down, over my lap. Show me your pretty ass, Kaitlyn.”
She blinked, hesitating. Then crawled over and positioned herself across his lap. He pushed her thighs apart, exposing her aroused sex, then dragged his hand down between her legs and rubbed her clit. It was full and pouting for him. “Are you ready for me?”
“Yes.”
He slipped a finger inside her only for a moment. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” she moaned, wanting him to touch her more.
His hand lingered gently on the curve of her ass for only a moment before she felt the sharp slap of his open hand against her buttocks. She yelped in surprise and squirmed, but he pushed his arm down on her back and brought his hand down again…and again.
The pain was sharp and oddly sweet. The vibrations rocked the sensitive area between her thighs and made it tingle. It plumped her clit and made her wet. The rapid succession of his hand on her ass warmed her skin and made her yearn for him to stimulate her aching bud, to make her come. Her buttocks throbbed under the spanking, grew hot and sore. She ached to be filled, taken, fucked hard and fast.
She whimpered, not knowing if she wanted him to stop or for him to continue.
His big hand came down solidly on her rear again and she jerked, yelping with surprise. It stung, but it also vibrated waves of pleasure into her sex. Her yelp ended with a moan. Again and again, Rafian’s hand came down on her rear. Her passage was begging for penetration and she squirmed on his lap with need.
“Please, Rafian. You’re making me crazy.” Her words came out slurred with arousal.
He took an object from the bed beside him and spread the cheeks of her bottom. She tensed immediately. He shushed her. “Trust me, Kaitlyn, I will never hurt you.”
She believed him, but she still tensed when he pushed the tip of the object into her. It was smooth, a little cold, and lubricated with something slippery. He pushed it in a little more and all the tiny nerves in that area of her body sprang awake. She moaned deep, almost animalistically, in the back of her throat. A little more and then a little more, until the object hilted inside her rear. It hurt a bit, but the slight discomfort was mixed with a pleasure she’d never before experienced.
“Consider this training, Kaitlyn. When you take me and Lucas together,” his voice breezed into her ear, making her shiver, “one of us will be fucking your sweet little ass.”
Her breath came fast in and out of her nose. If he so much as brushed her clit right now, she would come…and come hard. That didn’t seem to be his plan.
Instead, he helped her carefully to her feet. The object remained lodged in her rear even when she moved. His cock was hard as rock and his jaws were tight, teeth gritted, as he led her into the middle of the room, toward the odd piece of metal furniture she’d seen earlier. As she grew closer, she glimpsed a pair of cuffs lying on the strangely shaped table. An O ring and clip were attached to the top.
Her heart rate increased.
He gently cupped her face and forced her to look at him. “Trust me, Kaitlyn. Remember, if you want me to stop, I will.” He tweaked one of her erect nipples and pleasure flared gloriously through her. “I have a feeling you’re going to enjoy this.”
He turned her back to him and cuffed her wrists behind her back. Then he pushed her forward, bending her at the hips and thrust the object in and out of her rear. She moaned, her knees going weak, and staggered forward.
“Enough of this torture,” Rafian said. “You need to be fucked.”
He turned her to face him, back to the small, peculiar looking “table,” and moved behind her. Then she understood the purpose of the O ring and clip, and the shape of this piece of furniture. He clipped the cuffs into the O ring, so she couldn’t move her arms. She had enough give so that it was comfortable, but she couldn’t get away.
“I made this especially for you.” He pushed her down gently into the two grooves on either side of the platform, her thighs fitting perfectly into them. The cool metal kissed her skin. The result was that she was in semi-reclined position, thighs spread wide and completely exposed to Rafian.
The grooves were deep enough that she wouldn’t fall to the side without the use of her arms, yet the area just underneath her bottom was cut away, to allow him to stand there, she supposed. The chair brought their pelvises to the perfect height, she noticed with anticipation.
He stood back, admiring the way he looked, his hand stroking the length of his long, wide cock. He raised his gaze to hers. “Tell me what you want.”
Her voice came out with a quaver. “I want your cock in me.”
“What do you want me to do to you?”
“F—fuck me. I want you to fuck me.”
He stepped toward her, positioning his cock at her entrance. She was incredibly slick and open, her passage begging to be penetrated. The head slipped inside her easily, despite his size. He pushed in inch by inch. Pleasure blossomed as he filled her, stretching her muscles. The sensation was so odd with the object lodged in her rear. Being stimulated in both places brought an indescribable ecstasy. She couldn’t tell where one pleasure started and the other ended.
Rafian groaned, letting his head fall back, as he hilted inside her. “You feel so fucking good. So hot and tight.” His voice came out a low, aroused rasp.
She could see where they were joined. His cock was so wide and long; she couldn’t believe all of it was inside her. He pulled it out slowly and she could see it glistening with the evidence of her excitement. He thrust back in leisurely, groaning, then began to move faster and harder.
Her body rocked in the seat as his cock tunneled in and out of her. Every inward thrust bumped the object in her rear, sending white hot pleasure coursing through her. On instinct, she tried to moved her arms and found her wrists locked hard behind her. It brought home the fact she was completely at his mercy, utterly vulnerable and exposed, while Rafian possessed and dominated every inch of her. It was wrong and it was so very good.
He gently fisted the hair at the back of her head and kissed her hard, his tongue stabbing into her mouth as he thrust deep into her. She moaned and he caught the sound in his mouth, and then gently dragged her lower lip through his teeth.
Reaching between them, he pressed his thumb to her bud and rubbed it back and forth. Kaitlyn came hard, bucking in the seat as pleasure poured through her. She cried out as her intimate muscles pulsed around his pistoning length. The orgasm seemed to go on and on. Her head fell back as it took over her body.
“That’s it, baby,” murmured Rafian. “You’re so pretty when you come.”
Her climax stuttered, but Rafian kept up massaging her clit with his thumb as he thrust in and out of her. It became sensitive again, almost painful, then another orgasm caught hold and swamped her body with ecstasy once again. On it went, making Kaitlyn cry out Rafian’s name.
Finally Rafian arched his back and groaned as he came deep inside her.
Kaitlyn was sapped of energy. She barely remembered him uncuffing her, pulling the object from her. He lifted her, laid her in the bed and held her close
* * * * *
Rafian and Kaitlyn headed back to the house the next morning. After Kaitlyn had slipped from his back, he shifted to human form. While he dressed, the familiar sound of clanking iron drifted to them on the wind from the direction of the forge.
He lifted his head from pulling on his boots and looked toward the building. Snow had begun to fall lightly from an iron gray sky and he watched Kaitlyn snuggle into a cloak his mother had woven especially for her. He hardly noticed the bite of early winter and still preferred to bathe in the river that ran near his house, even this late in the season.
Kaitlyn took a step toward the barn, but he caught her arm and dragged her up against his chest. He wasn’t quite ready to end their time together, just the two of them. He slanted his mouth across her soft lips and kissed her deeply, his tongue sliding within to play along hers.
When she panted against his mouth and her body had gone all soft and wanting, just the way he liked her, he murmured, “I love you, Kaitlyn. Stay and we will cherish you always.”
She let out a soft sound, then pushed away from him and hurried off to the barn.
When they entered, Lucas was standing in front of the white hot fire with a length of metal sunk deep into the heart of it. He stood shirtless, the heat of the fire drawing droplets of perspiration from his skin.
She stood in the entryway of the barn with her gaze locked on Lucas, her jaw tight and storms in her eyes.