Raul is by the window of his bedroom, looking at me with his eyebrows raised in surprise, and the faint sunlight of Chicago’s late afternoon is resting on the bare skin of his shoulders. The thin layer of hair on his chest is dark and wet, the muscles of his arms are clear against the window, and…well, thank god he at least has a towel wrapped around his middle, but even then I can still see the lines of his abdomen leading to the first hint of pubic hair.
I swallow, taking in his appearance in a hurry. I really couldn’t have chosen a better time to storm in. Why the hell is he taking a shower in the middle of the day anyway?
“I was heading out,” Raul says in a low, unbothered voice as if hearing my thoughts and turns away to his wardrobe. “Is there something you wanted to talk about?”
Oh, this asshole knows what I want to talk about. The stupid smirk in his voice pisses me off even more, and I look away from the muscles of his back to glare at his face through the mirror in his wardrobe.
“Why did you call your men back?” I ask, raising my voice and taking a few steps toward him, nudged by the fire in my body. “We
could’ve caught Gerardo today, but you just had to ruin it-because of what? Your own fucking ego?”
“They are my men, you said so yourself,” Raul says, as cold as ever. He glances at me through the mirror with a dark look in his gray eyes. “You had no right to give them orders.”
“I’m your wife,” I repeat for what feels like the hundredth time today, getting even more agitated by how meaningless it sounds now.
“So what?”
Raul turns to me all of a sudden, and a deep note in his voice sends chills down my back. He almost growls at me as he takes a step forward, and there’s something in his gaze that makes me want to step back-before I come back to my senses and force myself to stand still.
“Did you think that as soon as we got married you’d gain my position? My power?” He laughs, making me tense up from how unpleasant it sounds, and looks straight into my eyes. “It took me decades to get to where I am now-but what did you do? What right do you have to command my men?”
“I-”
The words get stuck in my throat, and I feel like a deer frozen in front of a wolf. My heart is pounding, my cheeks are hot, and I can’t make sense of the sensations swirling in my body. My head is so hazy I don’t know what to say, and Raul senses my hesitance because he smirks and shakes his head, entering my personal space without any sense of timidity.
“Exactly. You had no right to give Ruben orders and act as if you were higher than me. You disobeyed me.”
What?
“And that means that you have to be punished.”
I widen my eyes, too bewildered to react properly. Punished? What the hell is-
But before I can process it, Raul suddenly grabs my shoulder and pushes me to the side with so much force that I can’t even try to stop it. I only have enough time to yelp and shut my eyes, expecting to hit the floor any moment-but instead, my face hits the mattress of his bed.
“What are you doing?” I grumble, still too confused to make any sense of it. I try to push myself up when Raul grabs the back of my collar, holding me down.
A wave of primal fear and agitation runs through my body, and I try to shake his hand off, but his grip is too firm. What the hell?
“Leave me alone,” I hiss at him, trying to sound more angry than distressed-and that’s when the first slap comes.
The flash of pain and pleasure is so sudden I choke on my breath, my eyes bursting open, my whole body going still for a moment. My mind is too confused to catch up with reality, and I just stare at the blanket beneath my elbows when the second slap comes. My whole body tenses up from the sweet flash of pain, and I shut my eyes, gripping the blanket tighter.
“Will you go against me again?” I hear my heartbeat ringing in my ears, and I shake my head. My thoughts are in disarray, and I don’t even know if I want him to stop or continue-but something inside of me wants to act nicely when I’m in Raul’s hands.
The third slap almost pushes a groan out of me but I seal my lips and bite it back.
“You’ve got to use your words, honey,” Raul says with a teasing note, and I lick my dry lips. Goddamnit. Why does the worst man in the
world have to be so damn good at taking me apart?
“No,” I say with a hoarse voice, my body trembling in the race of pain and pleasure. The next slap makes me bite my lip, a quiet moan tearing my throat.
I don’t know if Raul can hear it, but he pauses for a moment before readjusting his grip from my collar to my neck. His hand is big enough to fully wrap the back of my neck, and the hot touch of his skin awakens something in me. A call of desire, a need for pleasure tugs at the deepest parts of my being, and I arch against his bed when he pulls me up by my neck.
“Will you disobey me again?” Raul growls into my ear, and I shut my eyes tightly, writhing in his grip as a wave of pleasure washes over me.
He slaps me again and again, and this time I can’t hold it back. A loud moan tears my throat, revealing all of my deepest secrets, leaving me bare in front of the man I hate-but it doesn’t make him stop.
“You’re a bad girl, huh?” Raul whispers hoarsely, and I absentmindedly realize that he’s pulling my pants down. No, no, I can’t, not with him! But my logic is already gone, and my body is craving him more than ever.
“I-I’m not.” I hiccup, trying to catch my breath. “You like to be punished.”
Before I can protest, Raul gently strokes my bare thighs and butt cheeks, making my whole body shiver in anticipation. I bite my lip, tensing up from the inside, and when his fingers slip under the fabric of my panties, I can only hold my breath. Is he gonna touch me there? Is he gonna-
All of a sudden, Raul pushes me down with my neck and slaps my bare skin, forcing a loud and inhuman meowl out of me. God, that hurt so good. My skin is so hot and prickling under his touch, and even though Raul claims to be punishing me, he’s not using even half of his force on me. Whether I like it is a question for another time.
“Do you?” Raul asks, stroking my butt again, and I purse my lips.
I’m not gonna tell him, I’m not gonna tell him, I’m not gonna-
He slides his fingers down, reaching all the way to the damp spot on my panties, and I can’t hold back a whimper of pleasure. I have to resist him, I know that, but I feel like he’s taking down my defenses one by one.
Raul teases me for a few seconds, just pulling sighs and whimpers out of me, but when my body opens up to him, he pulls away and slaps me again. I moan out loud, not holding back anymore, and my mind spins from the contrast. God, I want him everywhere.
“Do you like it when I punish you?” Raul repeats, and this time I’m too deep in the pleasure to care.
I nod, and I hear him chuckle with satisfaction. His palm pats me gently, but my skin is so sensitive I tense up and whimper just from the touch. God, please-
“You have to say it out loud if you want to get a treat.”
His fingers touch me again, and I lick my lips and push back, asking for more.
“Say it.”
“I-I like it,” I whisper, and he slides his fingers deeper as if to encourage me. “I like it, god, I like it!”
“Good girl,” Raul says in a deep, almost purring voice, and the next thing I know I’m already on my back with Raul looming above me.
I have no thoughts in my mind, no trace of shame or self-restraint left, so I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs-around his torso. At the same time, Raul lowers himself just enough to kiss my lips and line himself against me. His chest is hot even through the fabric of my shirt, his muscles tight and solid under my hands, and when he finally thrusts inside of me, I moan into his lips and shift to take him deeper.
He curses in Spanish, digging his fingers into my hair, and I arch against the bed as he picks up his pace and thrusts inside of me with the
fervor of a twenty-year-old. Oh god! My throat quickly turns sore from the moans and whines that Raul pushes out of me, and I can only hold on to him for dear life as the waves of pleasure shake through my core.
My thighs and butt are still sensitive, and every time he thrusts into me it sends a bolt of lightning under my skin, a sweet mixture of pain and pleasure reaching every inch of my body. I get lost in the friction, in the touches, in the small kisses Raul gives me every time he pauses to catch a breath. And even though I want it to last forever, the tight string in the depths of my body needs release.
It’s when Raul rolls me onto my side, pushes my knee up and around him, and thrusts even deeper from a new angle that I feel the orgasm shimmering at the tips of my toes. My moans get higher, my nails dig into his shoulders, and I writhe and tense up against him as it finally kicks in.
Raul holds me close as I reach my peak. He keeps up his pace, allowing me to revel in the friction, and murmurs praise in Spanish that makes the pleasure spread even deeper. Oh god, it feels good.
I have barely enough time to catch my breath when I feel Raul’s grip on me tense up, his hips slapping against mine at a faster pace. Oh, he’s
close, and with my mind still hazy from pleasure, I wrap my legs tighter around him and moan into his ears as Raul flips me onto my back and goes in deep and fast, shuddering through his orgasm until he slumps on top of me with a groan.
And for a moment, I just lie there, staring at the ceiling and trying to make sense out of what just happened-because no matter how I look at it, I’ve messed up big time.