Chapter 22- At Whose Mercy?
NOTE: Chapter contains mature content. All of it. So if you are not okay with smut, you may skip this chapter.
TAMI GASPED desperately in the kiss as Raphael ravished himself in her. The kiss was hard and hungry--almost angry as they both fought for dominance.
Raphael held a fistful of her hair, and he never stopped pulling so he could get more of her.
"I told you not to test me, Tami," he growled as he roughly grabbed her rear. She yelped at the impact, but recovered quickly as she gazed up at him out of breath.
"And I still mean what I said," she shot back, this time her voice dripping with hot, raw desire.
He growled, unpleased that she was still challenging him, but so hard for her that he couldn't think twice about having his way with her. With one swift movement, he grabbed her against his chest and hauled her feet around his waist. Tami took matters in her own hands and wasted no time in attacking his lips again, showing him that he wasn't going to win.
He stomped his way through the doorway and into the ocean view lounge.
"Stop it Tamika," he warned one last time. But little did he know that it wasn't that easy.
She bit down on his lip hard before saying in a low voice, "Make me."
And that was all it took to set him off. He threw her on the sofa with both their chests heaving in anger and desire. She watched him as he slowly circled her, watching her as if she was his prey. Tami couldn't stand it. She wanted him and she wanted him bad.
"Is Raphael unsure about what he's going to do?" she taunted with only one goal, and it worked.
His eyes narrowed in tiny slits as he inched closer to her. This was Tami's intent, to challenge him and hurt his ego.
"Never," he said in a low tone as he hovered over her. The very heat of his body sent tingles through her entire being, igniting a feeling she immediately welcomed.
"So show me that you're not scared. Show me that you're not a soft coward-" She didn't get a chance to continue her taunting, since he crashed his lips against hers with a final growl, showing her that he wasn't going to back down.
She wanted him to 'make her' stop challenging him, so he would show her. When he's done with her, she will be at his mercy and only his until she is in utter miserable bliss, shaking under him and begging him for more.
With one hand Raphael got rid of her swimsuit top, and used his knee to discard her bottom piece too. He immediately brought his fingers to her entrance, being met with her soaking want for him. A smirk pulled on his lips as he gently teased her with his thumb.
"You act like you're so bad and mighty, Tami. But don't you see that you're already at my mercy?" Raphael continued teasing her by trailing his finger close to where she throbbed for him, and when she arched to meet his thrust, he pulled his hand away.
Tami grew frustrated with Raphael's acts. Very sexually frustrated. His words didn't do any better either, and she refused to let him win so early in their little game.
With all the strength she had, she climbed from under him despite her weak knees, and when he turned to grab her, Tami pinned him down and threw her legs over him in a straddling position.
It was her time to play.
With a devious smirk of her own, she relished in the short lived stunned look on his face when he realized what she'd done.
"Looks like the tables have turned, Lover." She smirked even wider and she pushed his swim trunks from his waist and was immediately mate with his excited erection that throbbed in urgent need to take her fully. Tami knew she had to get back at him though. As much as she wanted to relieve herself right there and then, it was her turn to have fun.
She never broke eye contact with him as she slowly slid down from his lap and down his legs, ensuring she grinded herself against him for a few seconds to entice him even more, leaving him glistening from her moisture for him. She knelt between his legs, and he noticed what her intent was. Raphael wanted to grab her hair and bring her lips to his again, only to wipe the stupid smirk from her face, but he couldn't bring himself to. He wanted her to do it and he couldn't deny it.
He wanted her to taste him.
Tami wrapped her slender fingers around his erection and glided her hand up and down his length in a slow, taunting motion. He hissed at the simple act, and she felt as he only grew harder in her hands.
"Tami, fuck," he cursed when she brought her lips to his cock.
Those lips. She had never done this before, and the thought excited him even more.
Tami held in a smirk as she swept her tongue over his tip, and he hissed again, feeling himself losing control already. She progressively increased her pace, taking him deeply and teasing him in ways she never thought she could do. The sounds he made only made Tami grow wetter for him, and all she wanted was to end this sick game and have him take her.
However, she wanted to show him. She wanted to show him that she must have a say in this relationship. He spoiled her and asked what she wanted, yes. But this was the first time they had a confrontation about an existing issue that Raphael thought he had known the perfect answer for. Tami didn't mind his opinion, and she saw where he was coming from and respected it, but he wanted to force it on her, and she didn't like it.
Frustrating taunting and sex wasn't the best strategy to address and solve the issue, but both
their bodies needed the release so they could think clearly. At first it was Raphael's claim of possessiveness, but this is what it turned into.
There was no going back now.
When Tami felt his body tense and she knew he was at his climax, she pulled away and left him completely baffled and irritated. The look on his face evoked a giggle from Tami's belly and this only caused Raphael to scowl even harder at her.
She knew what she did.
"Who's at my mercy now?" she asked as she climbed on his chest, trailing slow, soft kisses up his torso. Raphael wasn't pleased with what she did, but he admired her restraint and technique. She
kissed his way all the way to his chin before meeting his gaze with her new signature smirk.
"I win."
"Oh fuck this," Raphael growled as he jerked her upwards along with himself. Her legs straddled
his body again as he stalked over to the lounge's dining table. He bent her over after sweeping
everything off, parted her legs and showed no mercy as he thrust hard into her.
Tami gasped as her back arched, and he wasted no time in pumping deep and fast in her, taking
her as his over and over as she rode an orgasm. He collected a fistful of her hair and pulled her
up to him, as his thrusts caused her to ache for him again and again.
He rested his mouth to her ear as she screamed and moaned his name. This was far different
from all the other times they made love. He was always gentle and loving, making her feel treasured with every kiss and thrust, while his hands roamed every inch of her body.
This time it was like he had been proving a point. He wanted to show her something and she got
the message loud and clear.
"Tell me that you're mine," he prompted as he increased his pace. He could feel her wetness
flickering to his thighs as her eyes rolled back and he felt pleased. "Tell me Tamika"
"I'm yours." She finally obliged, feeling utterly at his mercy and utterly his. "Te-tell me that you're
mine," she managed to say through her moans. She wanted to hear him say it. Needed to hear
him say it.
"I'm yours Tami." He breathed against her ear. "Fuck, you know I'm yours."
This pleased her more than he could've thought, and the very eerie of everything drove her to another climax as she shook violently in his arms. Raphael groaned when he felt himself coming too, and he swiftly pulled out and emptied himself on her bottom, leaving it glistening with his
fervent release.
He held her on his lap on a chair as they both recovered from their highs, with their breaths
heavy and hearts decelerating.
"I will have to challenge you more often, Raph." Tami smiled up at him, and he returned it
wholeheartedly before kissing her forehead.
"You can do whatever you like to me, mi nena. I'm yours."