Old Money - Rafe Cameron

*Chapter 36

A/N: Content warning

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Rafe took Audrey by her waist and threw her towards the head of the bed, she shrieked from the shock of it, closing her legs and hugging her arms into herself instinctively and he knee-walked over to her.

As she lay with her eyes closed, she wasn't even thinking about what Rafe was doing. She was thinking about how good he had made her feel.

Rafe was looking around her room urgently, looking for something to help him carry out the plan he had formulating in his head. He spotted her bathrobe hanging on her bedpost.

He quickly ripped the tie off the robe and held it in his teeth as he grabbed Audrey's hands in his own.

She put up a small, teasing fight, which he wasn't having. It only made it worse for her.

"You trust me?" He uttered and kept her hands in one of his own, wrapping the tie of her robe in his other.

She opened her eyes with confusion and saw what he was doing... a look of pure lust in his eyes as he worked through his plan.

She immediately understood what he was doing and she had to admit, the mere thought of it had her pulsing...

"Fuck, yes." She breathed out.

He quickly and masterly tied it around her wrists, but didn't stop there. He wrapped it around the posts of her headboard as well. They way he knew exactly how to tie it turned her on even more.

She squirmed and writhed, closing her legs as she tried to yank her arms out.

He grinned down at her, licking his lips as he painfully stroked himself.

She looked so gorgeous and innocent. Tied up, waiting for him to use her.

"You're perfect." He gasped.

He couldn't control himself, he put his hands all over her as he kissed her neck and collarbones, then took one of her nipples in his mouth, playing with the other with his hand.

He groaned and kissed her lower, all down her stomach, licking and kissing and biting at her skin.

He broke away and looked down as he gently spread her legs, a flash of a smile came over him.

"You're so— god, I want to taste you." He licked his lips.

She felt so much adrenaline that she went dizzy—she couldn't even speak when he quickly dipped his head down and licked a stripe over her entrance.

She groaned deeply when he came to her clit and sucked gently, her eyes rolling and arms tugging against the rope.

She wanted to touch him... hold his head and play with his hair to please him. But she soon forgot about it. The only pleasure she knew was Rafe and his tongue.

He ran his hands up her calves and thighs to pull her closer, slowly rolling his tongue over her clit.

She watched with her mouth agape, his lips against her most sensitive spot. She tightened her legs over his face, and Rafe groaned in pleasure, taking that as a cue to make his movements rougher. "Fuck, I'm so sensitive," she whimpered.

He briefly pulled his lips away and tilted his chin up, and the desperate look she gave him made him crumble. "I know, baby, I know."

He kissed her quickly, where she could barely taste herself on his lips. He bit gently on her lip and tugged, and just when her thoughts faded, he pushed two of his long fingers inside her.

The noise she let out made him groan himself, breaking away and smirking and gasping for breath. Her arms jolted in their tie, needing his tongue back on her. He grinned at her vulnerability, "enjoying the tie?" He teased.