𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟-𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑

Dinner

Abby's POV

"Are you ready?" Rafe asks from outside of the bathroom. I roll my eyes and shush him. "Give me a sec!" My door roughly flies open, and I see Rafe leaning against the doorframe, his eyebrow arched. I swallow at the way he is looking at me. "Sorry." Over the past few weeks, this man has shown just how bad punishments can get when I disrespect him. Always consensual but always leaving me in tears.

"That's what I thought you said," he says, getting off the door frame. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out something, walking over to me. "I want to try something." I swallow and look down at his closed fist. "What?" My words come out quieter and weaker than I would have liked but he smiles at the quietness. "Take your panties off," he orders. I swallow and reach under my red dress, pulling down my thong. I step out of it, and he bends down, grabbing them. He smirks as he puts them in his pocket. He opens his hand and inside lays a black thong. I tilt my head, my eyebrows furrowing.

He smirks and gets on his knees, holding the panties so that I can step into them. I hesitantly step into the pair, and he pulls them up, brushing my core as he does so. My eyebrows stay furrowed at why he made me change but it doesn't look like he will answer if I ask so I just turn back to the counter and finish applying my dark red lipstick. He watches me like a tiger watches their next meal as I drag the dark red stick across my bottom lip.

The thought of my red lipstick smeared around his cock floats around in my mind and a blush rises to my cheeks. He narrows his eyes, noticing the blush but doesn't say anything. I set the lipstick down on my counter and turn to him. "Ready."

He nods and slings his arm around my shoulder as we both walk out of the bathroom. He grows more and more possessive by the day, and I don't even mind. I think he was afraid that I would be afraid of him at first so that's why he was so soft but now that he knows I'm not afraid, he can act like he truly is.

The further we get into the relationship, the more possessive and protective he gets. He never takes it too far, but he always makes heat rise to my cheeks when he looks at me like he does.

"Let's take my car," I smile, walking up to the fourth floor in the parking garage. I unlock my GT and toss him the keys. "Wreck it and I won't fuck you for a month," I threaten, walking faster so that I can get into the passenger seat. He looks at me, a dark smirk playing on his lips as if he knows I wouldn't last that long. He hops in the driver's side and turns the car on by turning the key. He places his right arm on my seat as he looks back, backing up. He backs up with only one hand on the wheel, his rings glittering faintly on his hand.

Once he backs up, he moves his hand from my seat to the inside of my right thigh, squeezing tightly. My tits are his favorite, but this man cannot ever go for a drive without having his right hand on my thigh.

I pull out my phone and start watching TikTok, a blush rising to my cheeks every time I see a screenshot of a spicy book in a video.

He seems to notice my blushing because a few minutes later, his hand begins to trail up my inner thigh, already dangerously close to my core.

I swallow and pretend not to notice how his hand is slowly making its way up. I continue to scroll down the for you page and pretend his hand isn't even there. But when his thumb brushes my clit, I have to bite my lip slightly to contain my moan. I see him smirk out of the corner of my eye. "Everything okay?" he asks, acting completely innocent. I want to glare at him but that would mean acknowledging that he is doing something. I force my face to remain impassive even as he brushes his thumb over my clit again. I just keep scrolling on my phone, thinking of diapers and birdseed to avoid getting turned on.