“Lubricant.”
Again, what? My brain is still trying to catch up with what’s happening when something smooth and firm prods against my back entrance. Tingles erupt over my skin. “Rafe, are you doing what I think you’re doing?”
The pressure doesn’t disappear, but he doesn’t increase it either.
“What do you think I’m doing?”
“Sticking things up my butt.”
He snorts a laugh. “You catch on quick.”
“What exactly are you trying to put up there?”
“I got you a toy.”
I drop my forehead to the surface of the desk with a thud. “Oh my God. This is my gift, isn’t it?”
“Don’t you want to test it out?”
“Please tell me it’s smaller than your cock.”
He huffs with amusement. “Yes. Significantly.”
He moves the toy in a tight circle, spreading the slickness around my asshole, massaging it almost. An unexpected jolt of pleasure travels through me.
“Anal is not something I had on my agenda for today,” I mutter, even as I lean back into him. A part of me is very curious and very turned on.
“Do you trust me?” he says in a low voice laced with arousal.
I bite down on my lip. He’s never done anything to me I haven’t enjoyed… “Yes.”
“Good. Take a deep breath and relax.”
The pressure increases until it turns slightly uncomfortable, and then it’s gone. “Breathe,” Rafaele instructs. “It’s in.”
Tentatively, I clench my cheeks. I can feel there’s something there.
Rafaele wraps his palms around my shoulders and guides me back up until my back is pressed to his front. “Today, I’m going to take your ass,” he says, his lips brushing my ear. “I’m going to own every part of your body.”
I clench again, trying to get used to the strange sensation. There’s a foreign pressure inside me, but it’s not as noticeable as I would have expected. “Who says I’ll let you?”
“Oh, you’ll let me.” He takes a step back. “Actually, you’re going to beg for it, just like you begged me for everything else.”
I turn around to face him, my cheeks hot and my pussy pulsing with excitement. “Keep dreaming. Now what?”
An all-too-satisfied smirk graces his lips. He slides his hand into the pocket of his slacks.
Click.
A gasp tears its way out of my lungs. Holy shit. The toy is vibrating inside of me.
I anchor my palms against the desk behind me so I don’t tumble to the floor. The sensation isn’t like anything I’ve experienced before. I can feel the vibration in my ass and my core, and somehow, even in my clit.
I blink at him against the dizzying wave of pleasure that envelops me. “What the fuck. You’re playing dirty.”
His smirk grows. “Can’t handle it?”
My body quivers. “I. Can. Handle. It,” I grind out, trying my best to pull myself together. I move my hips, trying to escape the sensation, but it’s impossible. My chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, drawing Rafaele’s attention.
His eyes darken, and he reaches out to fondle my breasts through the fabric of my dress. When he tweaks a nipple, I feel like I might explode.
“Doing all right?” he coaxes, his expression all decadent amusement. “Or are you getting hot?”
I’m burning up. “Not at all.”
“How long do you think you can last?”
“Not sure. Long.” There’s pressure building inside of me, but not the kind that’ll ever find release without some additional help. I can see how this will quickly become maddening.
He leaves my breasts alone and drags his hand down to my belly, letting it hover just over my pubic bone. I try to grind against him, but he keeps it just inches away from where I really want it.
Torture. Pure torture.
“Well, I have to get some work done,” he drawls even as he turns up the strength of the vibrations with the remote in his pocket. He makes an attempt to lead me out of the room, but I plant my feet against the floor and refuse to move.
“No.”
“No?” He turns up the setting once more.
I make a wanton moan. “Are you crazy? How long do you need to work for?”
He stifles a laugh. “I’ll just be thirty minutes.”
“Thirty minutes?” I shriek. “I’ll take care of it myself in those thirty minutes.”
His gaze flashes with warning, and he wraps his hand around my throat. “Don’t you dare.”