Page 60 of Deviant

“Arch your spine,” Rafe said. “I want your ass in the air.”

I pushed my breasts against the couch, my ass lifting toward the ceiling, and Jax brought the paddle down in a quick, firm strike. A grunt strangled free of my throat as Rafe shoved deeper. With each slap of the implement, he impaled me on his cock with unchecked violence, uninhibited by my willingness to let him fuck my mouth whenever and however he liked.

Slow and lazy.

Rough and deep.

This was my wedding gift to him. My surrender. My trust.

The crown of his shaft hit the back of my throat, and he pushed between my tonsils. Then he stopped and held the position that had me gagging every couple of seconds. His hands were tight fists in my hair, knuckles hard against my scalp, and I hoped like hell my morning sickness wouldn’t kick in.

A few more breaths passed—his fast and shallow, and mine non-existent as I waited for him to make his next move.

His deep green gaze flicked toward Jax. “Now,” he groaned between gritted teeth.

Jax brought the paddle down in a succession of brutal strikes, freezing my vocal cords. I tried to cry out, tried to dislodge Rafe’s cock, but all that accomplished was more gagging on my part.

And I realized he’d planned this.

He wanted me gagging on him while my ass took the brunt of that wicked implement. It was humiliating, the sting unbearable and arousing all at once. There was no way I could deny the wetness coating the inside of my thighs. A delicious shiver traveled through me, and I gave myself over to the pain.

Let it claim and own me.

Gave in to the power that rushed through me as Rafe lost his shit to the wet glove of my mouth. He came down my throat with a hoarse cry, his eyes squeezed shut, almost as if the orgasm caused him pain.

Almost as if he weren’t ready to come but couldn’t help himself.

He slipped from my mouth, and if my lips hadn’t been forced into a perfect O, I would have smiled.

28. The Key - Rafe

A newly built prison awaited all sorts of perverse uses in the cellar. It was all I thought about as I laid Alex’s naked body on our bed for the first time, her wedding dress a puddle on the floor near the bedroom door. Her eyes drew me in, hook, line, and sinker.

The cage would have to wait. In the light of day, she’d get to know our new cabin on the island one square foot at a time. With each new discovery, she’d learn of all the things I planned to do to her. Some, she would love.

Others, not so much.

I stepped out of my pants, then unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off my shoulders. Alex veered upright, elbows sinking into the mattress, and pulled me down by the chain around my neck, her dainty hand folding around the gold key attached.

“What’s this?”

I planted my hands on the mattress and caged her body between my arms. “The key to your freedom.”

The key slipped from her fingers. “My freedom?”

“Mmm-hmm,” I murmured before parting her lips with my tongue. Our mouths came together in slow licks.

She broke the kiss on a moan. “I want to know more about this key.”

“It unlocks many things in this house.”

“That doesn’t tell me much, Rafe.”

“I know.” I teased the corner of her mouth with a smile.

“Stop teasing me.”

“Babe, are you talking about the key, or my mouth?”

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