When it Raynes: A Dark Mafia Romance (Frost Industries Book 1)
When it Raynes: Chapter 26

Okay, so maybe I’m luring her into a false sense of security by going easy on her, but I don’t want her to bolt. The panic in her eyes when I told her what would happen if she came without permission was so fucking hot I almost came myself, and while there is some merit to keeping her wet and needy for me for an entire month, desperate to please me so I’ll give her the release she needs, I would prefer she was able to come when I told her to.

It occurs to me that while I’ve always been a selfish bastard, only ever cared about my own pleasure, about getting off and getting out of there, it’s not like that with Emerson. I want to take my time with her, I want to drag her pleasure out, not take it away altogether. That’s the real reason I added the second part to her punishment.

The spanking would have sufficed. It was all the retribution she needed for her shortcomings, just enough to remind her why she should call me if she’s in danger, but this part isn’t necessary. What it will serve to do, however, is prolong her pleasure. The longer I hold her at the edge, the harder she’ll come when I allow it.

The view from between her thighs makes me want to abandon the whole plan and sink right into her sweet pussy. I peer up at her and smirk against her clit. My poor sweet girl is struggling and I’ve barely even started. I can tell how badly she wants to follow my orders, but her body craves release, and I’ll give her exactly what she needs when I’m good and ready.

The muscles in her stomach are tight from trying to lie still, her eyes squeeze shut for a moment before she remembers she needs to keep her eyes on me, and they shoot back open. Her hair is splayed out across the pillow and not for the first time I think she looks like an angel. My angel.

I don’t know what I did to deserve Emerson falling into my lap, but I’m going to hold on tight because I refuse to let her go. She’s mine. She belongs to me, and there isn’t a person alive that can take her from me.

“Are you doing okay, sweet girl?” I rumble before sucking her clit between my lips.

Emerson cries out, her hands burrowing into my hair before attempting to both push and pull my head at the same time. “It’s too much,” she pants. “Rayne, I can’t. It’s too much.” Frustrated tears threaten at the brim of her green eyes, but they’re not the same as the tears that fell earlier tonight. These are tears of pleasure, the only kind I ever want to see against her beautiful cheeks.

I shake my head slowly, keeping her clit caught between my lips with each movement. “You’re doing so good, sweet girl. Just hold on for me a little while longer, okay?” She’s a long way from her release, but I don’t want to tell her that.

“Okay. I can do that,” she whispers.

“I know you can, baby.” I smile up at her before repositioning myself as I move a hand to the inside her thigh, my fingers stroking the same path my tongue had been a few moments ago.

Emerson’s eyes widen as she watches, her breath caught in her throat. My fingers tease her entrance, testing the wetness gushing from her tight cunt before circling her clit again. On my next swipe downward I don’t stop at her entrance though, instead I trail my fingers lower until they brush against the tight ring of muscles and she jolts.

“Have you ever had anyone here, sweet girl?” I ask as my wet fingers circle her ass, teasing the sensitive nerve endings and sending shivers of need through her body.

She shakes her head slowly. “No, and I don’t plan on it.” She’s trying to sound firm on that point, but the moan at the end tells me everything I need to know. She wants it. She likes the touch of taboo that comes with this part of her. And even if it weren’t for the way her chest is rising and falling, the way her breath hitches each time I add a little bit of pressure, her pussy is gushing even more than it was before.

Emerson’s body loves everything I give it, if only her mind would catch up and join the party.

“We’ll see about that.” I chuckle, trailing my fingers back to her pussy. I’m already pushing her so much tonight, and she’s already a flight risk. That’s an argument for another time.

A deep flush covers her cheeks and spreads down to her chest as she watches me with keen interest. I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as Emerson completely free of inhibitions underneath me as I play her like my own personal piano. I’ve had a lot of sex, I’ve made a lot of women come, but there’s something about her that’s different.

Hell, who am I kidding? Everything about Emerson is different to the women of my past. In the first moment our eyes collided, I knew that, and the more time I spend with her, the harder I’m falling. I swore I would never fall for a woman, if for no other reason than it’s dangerous to have a weakness, for me and for her. But none of that matters anymore. I’ll keep Emerson safe. I’ll never allow anything to harm her. And more than that, I’ll never let her go.

She doesn’t realize how deep I am in this. Hell, I didn’t know how deep I was until I saw that asshole with his hands on my woman, his tiny fucking cock about to take what didn’t belong to him. The death he was served was too fucking soft, but all that mattered was getting Emerson out of there, getting her home to one of the most secure locations in the city.

Worry crosses her features and I realize my face has turned to stone at the thought of what almost happened tonight. I almost fucking lost her before I could even have her.

Before I allow myself to fall down the rabbit hole of what could have happened, I thrust two fingers into her tight pussy and the concern clouding her features is replaced with pure ecstasy. I push into her slowly to begin with, sliding my digits over her G-spot over and over again as I watch her like a hawk.

Her pussy clamps down on my fingers so tight I still worry my cock won’t fit inside her, but I’ll make it. I can’t go another night without knowing what her hot little cunt feels like wrapped around me. Every night since the day we met, I’ve laid in this very bed and stroked myself thinking about the day I finally had her in this exact position. I’ve called her name during my release so many times she would be horrified if she knew. But let’s just add that to the list of things Emerson would run a mile if she knew.

She moans and pushes her head back into the pillow, fisting the sheets to ground herself. It’s the most free I’ve ever seen her look, and fuck if it’s not the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen. Emerson worries too much, and that’s going to stop. I don’t want my woman stressed, not when I can take the worry away so easily.

“Are you going to run from me again, sweet girl?” I ask as I start lapping lazily at her clit with the same rhythm as my fingers stroke the sensitive spot inside her.

She thrashes her head from side to side. “No, I won’t run.”

“See, I really want to believe you.” I increase the pace of both my fingers and tongue before continuing. “I want to believe that you’re going to be a good girl for me, but every time I let you out of my sight you start over thinking, over analyzing everything. And then you start to pull away from me. Do you see my problem?”

“Rayne,” Emerson breathes, it’s almost a plea, but she knows begging isn’t going to help her.

“It’s one of the things that drew me to you when we first met, you know? That brain of yours blows me away. Always wanting to help everyone else, putting yourself last. The fact that you’re so desperate to avoid anyone else worrying about you, you haven’t told your dad that Brad cleaned you out. You think he has enough to worry about because of the Center, isn’t that right?”

Emerson’s eyes widen as I speak, my fingers slowly driving her to the edge I won’t allow her to tip over. “Yes.”

“And the kids, you won’t ever let them down. I’ve seen it every day since we met. You get to the Center before anyone else even though you’ve worked late, or you’ve stayed up all night doing assignments, but you never miss a day.”

Her hips shift and I can’t tell whether she’s trying to push herself further onto my fingers, or if she’s trying to pull away, but regardless she’s staying exactly where she is.

“Despite everything you do for other people, for your dad, for those kids, you won’t take anything for yourself. Or at least your mind doesn’t want you to. That’s why you pull away from me so often, why you try to convince yourself that I don’t mean the words I say to you. Isn’t that right, sweet girl?”

Her cunt is so tight around my fingers I can barely move them as she pants, her entire body tight with the need to come. But she won’t. The look of determination that crosses her face every time she reaches the edge tells me she won’t allow herself to fall. Such a good girl for me. “That’s not true,” she whispers.

“Oh but it is, Emerson. You’ll try to tell me, and likely yourself, that the reason you pull away is because I’m dangerous, but that’s not true because I’m not a danger to you. In fact, you’ve never been safer than when you’re with me.”

Tears gather at the brim of her eyes. Tears of frustration. Tears of truth. Tears of need. I haven’t held her on the edge for nearly long enough, but my patience is wearing down. If she cries while I’m fucking her with my fingers, I’m going to sink right into her. Her tears of pleasure are fucking addictive, and I’m not going to be able to hold myself back if they fall.

“Who do you belong to, Emerson?” I use my thumb to rub small, brutal circles into her clit as my fingers pick up pace and pressure.

“I can’t.” She squeezes her eyes shut. “Rayne, I’m too close, I can’t hold it.”

“You can hold it, sweet girl. Just a while longer. Who do you belong to, Emerson?”

There’s a war behind her pretty green eyes, she doesn’t want to admit she belongs to me, but she’s not coming until she does so she better get with the program if she wants to come at all in the next month.

“Who. Do. You. Belong. To?” I demand through clenched teeth, pushing her higher until I’m sure she’s going to break underneath my touch.

Defiance flames in her eyes, at least that’s what she wants me to see. Behind it is something else, something precious and beautiful and she’s fighting a losing battle to keep it hidden. Her submission. Her trust. Herself.

“Emerson,” I growl.

The tears she’s been holding back fall against her cheeks and I know I’ve broken her down, but she’s not broken. She’s about to feel more free than she’s ever felt in her life, just as free as I’ve felt since I claimed her.