Slave Girl

Neither of them spoke as he removed his clothing. Each item dropping to the floor until he stood before her completely naked, open, exposed.

This was it.

Raphael wasn’t in any rush, though. He knelt on the floor, pushed her back, pulled her to the edge of the bed, and his mouth danced across her heated flesh, licking and sucking at her pussy, like he had done this morning.

Closing her eyes, she let herself go, falling into an orgasm similar to this morning, just as powerful. Her body seemed like jelly as he moved her up the bed. She opened her eyes and saw his face covered in her arousal.

He moved between her spread thighs. The tip of him grazed across her clit, going to her entrance. She looked into his eyes, so startling blue.

This was it.

He was about to take the one part of her so many men were supposed to love. Who wanted to pay a fortune to own, to claim and to use as they saw fit. She’d grown tired of the threat of it. Her virginity would belong to Raphael. He’d remember this moment, and she’d take it with her, no matter how long she lived.

This was her one and only choice. The first one she’d ever made. She had no doubts.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

“No.”

“Elenore, this is your last fucking chance.”

“I’m yours, Raphael.”

He surged forward, slamming in deep, tearing through her virginity and claiming her as his. The pain she expected, but the feeling that swept over her took her completely by surprise.

Chapter Seven

Raphael had promised to never hurt her and now he felt like a fucking monster because he’d done those things. He’d hurt her. He hated himself.

Filling up the tub, he stared down at his cock. It was still slightly hard. He’d come deep inside her pussy. She didn’t have any protection and he hadn’t worn a condom as he didn’t want anything to come between them. Semen and blood coated his cock.

She’d screamed his name.

Her nails sinking into the flesh of his back.

He filled her pussy and stayed perfectly still, waiting for her to get accustomed to him. Tears had filled her eyes. He’d watched them run down her cheeks, into her hair.

He’d been the monster who caused it.

Adding some bath salts to the tub, he ran his hands through the warm water, wanting it to be the perfect temperature. Once he was happy, he went back into the bedroom. Elenore was on her feet and trying to take the sheet from the bed.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“It’s dirty.”

“I’ll fix it,” he said. He took her into his arms. He expected her to push him away, but she wrapped her arms around him.

“I didn’t know it would get dirty. I’m sorry.

“Blood and semen, Elenore. It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it. You’re sore.” He didn’t make it a question. Picking her up in his arms, he loved it as she scrambled to try to hold on to him as if he’d drop her.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m taking care of you.” He lowered her into the water. “I’ll be back. Just rest. Stop worrying.” He kissed her head and went back to the bedroom. Blood and semen were on the sheet.

He lifted it up and took it to his laundry room. He’d never been with a virgin before and he’d never be with another woman again.

Being inside Elenore had cemented the last of his willpower. There was no one else he wanted. Against all odds, Raphael Giavanni had fallen in love. He hadn’t expected it to happen. Far from it. He didn’t think love existed. He’d seen couples during his life but there was always an agenda. Always some kind of fucked-up reason to be together.

This running through his heart, it wasn’t just blood, it was a feeling.

He loved her. He was in love with a slave girl.

His father would have her whipped and killed for this. Giavanni would be convinced she’d made his son weak.

No, these feelings, made him strong.

After putting a fresh, clean sheet on the bed, he made his way back into the bathroom. Elenore was sitting up.

“You’re supposed to be relaxing.” He climbed into the tub behind her. “It looks like I’m going to have to be careful when it comes to you. Make you do things rather than expect you to follow instructions.” He wrapped his arms around her, forcing her to relax against him. At first, she was tense in his arms.

He waited patiently for her to let go. When she did, he settled back, allowing the water to do its magic.

“Will it always hurt?” she asked.

“No.”

“Why did it hurt?”

“On their first time, women experience pain. Breaking some flesh is the cause.”

“Did you feel pain?”

“No.”

“On your first time?”

“No.”

“So not fair.”

He laughed. “Don’t worry. You’ll be sore for a couple of days and it’ll ease.”