3. A Switch of Truth - Alex
I remembered the time Zach used a switch on me, recalled the terror that had risen in my throat because he’d been out of his fucking mind. The echoing pain of that memory ran deep, infiltrating to my marrow.
And yet each strike from Rafe was a caress, a kiss of fire that wasn’t painful enough to blot out the ache between my legs. He knew how to use that stick to his advantage. With the flick of a wrist, he made me squirm, my thighs pressing together as his chosen implement danced across my skin.
“Open,” he commanded, prompting me to part my thighs once more.
He struck again, and my body locked up, all effort spent on staying in position. The stick made a slight whistling sound as it swiped the air.
“Ahhh!” I jerked, and by some miracle didn’t break the pose.
The switch made an agonizing journey down my butt cheeks, leaving line after line of sweet torment. The harsher the sting, the quicker I grew wet between the thighs, my pussy throbbing.
Legs trembling.
Bottom lip trapped between my teeth.
I tried biting back a moan and failed.
“Please,” I said.
“You can beg all you want, but you’re going to sleep tonight with a pissed off cunt.”
“It’s wet, Rafe. So fucking wet.” I lowered my voice, and a seductive note crept in, soft enough not to be overt. “I need your cock inside me.”
He laughed, obviously catching on to my pathetic attempt at seducing him. “I’ll give you my cock for a while.” He leaned over me and planted a hand next to mine to prop him up. “I have no problem fucking your cunt,” he whispered, his words heating my ear, making me shiver. “And when you’re about to shatter, I’ll finish in your ass, babe. Like I said, punished. Not pleasured.”
“I’m begging you.” My breaths went shallow. “I won’t do it again.”
“You mean that now, but the next time you’re up against something you don’t want to deal with, you’ll hurt yourself. You always do.”
“Rafe, pleas—”
He wedged the stick between my teeth. “Don’t drop that.”
Biting into the branch, I resisted the urge to growl. He settled at my side and drew my hands to the small of my back. His large fist shackled both wrists, and our eyes met and held as he landed a sound slap on my left ass cheek. His warm palm came down again and again, making me moan with every firm smack. Dragging a finger through my slit, he teased my asshole, his eyes on me the entire time as he pushed that slick digit into my ass.
“Damn, babe. Your ass is so fucking tight.”
He was on the brink, desperate to slide into my backdoor and get off, but there would be no relief for me. Not until he decided I’d been punished enough, and that could take anywhere from a few hours to a few days. He’d leave my body throbbing for him as long as he wanted, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.
Not because I didn’t have any power. The issue was my own perversion that trapped me in purgatory, ensuring I remained a supple possession in his sexy hands—hands that punished and pleasured with equal amounts of passion and love.
I’d find no drug on this planet more addictive than Rafe Mason.
Keeping my hands restrained in his Herculean fist, he shifted out of sight, and I sensed him behind me. A few intense moments passed before the head of his cock nudged the apex of my sex, each second a torturous eternity as I waited for him to thrust inside me.
I anticipated it, dreaded it, longed for it.
The promise of a few exquisite thrusts that would hurtle me toward the edge of blissful freedom. With a swift plunge, he seated his cock inside me, and my slick walls clenched around his girth. I moaned, my teeth sinking into the wood between my lips. I lifted my head, ignoring the burn in my shoulders, and gazed at the water just yards away. A gentle breeze caressed my skin. Birds chirped and sang. The sun beat its warmth onto the crown of my head.
The setting couldn’t be more peaceful, more serene.
More secluded.
And yet I was in sexual agony, helpless against the hard stone underneath me as Rafe pounded me from behind. I was his. Baring my teeth around the stick, I cried out for mercy I knew he wouldn’t give and silently begged my body to do his bidding.
Don’t come. For the love of God, don’t come.
One hand landed on my ass cheek while his other squeezed the circulation from my wrists. “Hold it back, Alex,” he warned, pumping in and out, his cock hard and slippery and feeling so fucking good I wanted to let go anyway, damn the consequences.
I met each thrust with an upward tilt of my hips, craving him deeper. Needing more.
“So fucking wet.” He pulled out, and I heard him spit before he pushed the head of his cock into my ass. The sudden intrusion made me yelp.
“Ah!”
The stick fell to the ground.
“That’ll cost you,” he said, voice strained as he grasped my butt cheek with one hand. His choppy breathing splintered the air, and I knew he was about to take me rough, no matter the pain it would cause. I drew in a deep breath.
With one impatient thrust, he was inside my ass, his shaft intruding past the burn, beyond the resistance.
“Please…” I said on a groan, my teeth grinding together. The pain was too much, and I needed…more. I needed to fucking get off, and it wasn’t going to happen unless he rubbed my clit.
“Please, what? Are you begging to come, or are you begging me to get this over with?”
Shit. He wasn’t about to be quick now.
“Both,” I practically growled at him.
“Do you have any idea how much of a turn on it is to see my cock in the one place no else has been? It’s the only place that’s really mine.” He brought a hand to my throat and squeezed just enough to issue a warning. “Say it’s mine, Alex.”
“It’s yours.”
“Beg me to fuck it.”
I whimpered, my throat working under the threat of his hand. There was nowhere for me to go. I was stuck between Rafe’s iron will and the stone beneath me. What was worse…I was trapped by the hot, sticky mess coating the insides of my thighs.
My body needed him.
I needed the fucking pain.
“Fuck me in the ass.”
“Ask me nicely.”
God, he could be such a cocky ass. Asking him to take me anally was a moot point, considering his cock was already inside me, inciting the retched burn I couldn’t help but despise, even if I got off on the power he took from me in this moment.
“Please, Rafe. I need you to fuck me.”
“Fuck you where?”
“In the ass. You’re already there.”
Stop fucking torturing me…
“Damn right I’m there. This ass is mine.” He withdrew then plunged back in, smacking me hard as he forced his way into my tight hole. He fucked me with slow and steady thrusts, and I closed my eyes and focused on breathing. It hurt, was beyond uncomfortable, but the incessant throbbing between my legs—a throbbing his cock wouldn’t relieve as long as it sought release in my ass—was the hardest part.
His pumps became more painful, coming as fast as his uneven breaths. Tears leaked from my shuttered eyes, crawling down my cheeks like drops of rain. I cried out with every thrust of the steel-like rod violating my backdoor. His erection was as hard and warm as the rock I was sprawled on top of.
In the face of my howls, the birds fell silent.
And he came, his cock going still deep inside me. The deep-throated moan he let out tingled down my spine, causing goosebumps despite the warm morning.
“Please,” I moaned, refusing to open my eyes or move, even after he withdrew from my ass and released my hands. “I need to come.”
“Not happening, Alex.” Several moments went by as our rapid breaths floated through the air.
He jolted me back to reality by dragging me to my feet. Cradling my face between his hands, he kissed the tears from my skin, and my heart melted.
“Clasp your hands together at the back of your head,” he whispered, his thumbs stroking my cheekbones.
I wanted to question him, but a small part of me hoped he’d give me what I needed if I cooperated. I laced my fingers together and placed them at the back of my head, my elbows reaching outward, breasts thrust toward him.
“Good girl.” He took my mouth, tongue sweeping inside, stealing the breath from my lungs. And his hands, God they were driving me crazy. His fingers circled my nipples until they formed hardened buds. “Spread your legs.”
Giving him a whimpering plea, I hesitated. I didn’t want to open my legs; doing so would heighten the throb in my pussy, and I desperately needed it to go away.
“Alex,” he warned, prompting me to widen my stance. I followed him with my eyes as he rounded the rock. He returned, clutching the stick I’d dropped. No words were needed. His eyes told me everything.
Don’t move.
And don’t fucking drop the stick this time.
I took it between my teeth and bit down hard, knowing I’d need the makeshift implement to grind on for what was coming next.
Punishment for dropping the switch in the first place.
More pain delivered as a reminder why my pain belonged to him and only him. I wasn’t allowed to take it, not even a little.
Not a single scratch on my skin by my own hand.
And my emotional state…that was his, too. My fears, my joy, my anger—he wanted it all. No, he demanded it all.
Rafe tested several branches before finding one he liked. He broke it off, and the sound tore through the serenity of our surroundings. He came back to stand in front of me.
“You ready for this, sweetheart?”
No, but I nodded anyway, my nipples tingling, and tried not to flinch as he brought the switch down on them.