Rafe Cameron Imagines

🙏beg🙏

tw: mild sexual content, power play, praise kink

summary: normally, all of the power was in Rafe's hands. but not tonight. tonight things were about to take an unexpected turn and you would see Rafe in a way you've never seen him before.

spice: 🌶️🌶️/5

For the past hour, you couldn't keep your eyes off of Rafe. It was taking every ounce of your own willpower to keep yourself from jumping across the table at him. The two of you are out at a fancy business dinner in Charlotte, some sort of potential deal with a really big investor, blah, blah, blah. You started tuning out every single word that came out of his mouth the second you saw him in the tux.

He didn't even know you were devouring him with your eyes. He hasn't looked at you one time since you sat down with his potential business partner and his wife. You have tried everything. Now you're rubbing your foot against his ankle under the table, but he pays you no mind. He simply moves his foot away and continues talking to the other man. No glare, no "stop", nothing.

After realizing that he just may not be in the mood tonight, you stop.

The most boring dinner of your life drags on for almost two more hours until finally coming to an end.

The four of you walk out of the fancy restaurant together. You and Rafe's car shows up first, to take you back to your hotel. After not getting his attention all night, he seems to do a complete transformation once you're in the car.

"What the hell was that, yn? What were you thinking?"

You attempt to keep the serious tone going, but the three glasses of wine you consumed during dinner have other plans.

"Well excuse me for not being able to keep my eyes off you. Meanwhile you were so focused, you didn't even give a shit about anything I was doing. You didn't even look at me. Not once." Your words slur slightly as they come out.

"So you thought it was okay to have me sitting there, trying to make a business deal with a hard dick?"

"What are you..."

"I could sense your eyes on me, y/n. And rubbing your foot along my ankle? You're lucky that dinner was important to me, or I would've crawled under the table and ate that pretty little pussy until everyone in the restaurant heard you screaming my name and begging for more. Then I would've lifted that little dress up and fucked that attitude right out of you."

You gulp as Rafe slides closer to you in the backseat of the car, and places his hand around your whole thigh, his big hand covering all the bare skin on your thigh.

TIMESKIP

Back at the hotel now, you're sitting on the bed while Rafe showers. You can't help but think of how to make him suffer now, after he made you suffer by not acknowledging you during that dinner. Then a perfect plan comes to mind. You're going to tell him he can't have anything— no kisses, no touches, no sex...not unless he begs for it.

You're not sure if it'll work, because he's never begged before. He is the complete opposite of the type of person who begs. But anything can be a possibility, right?

Rafe emerges from the hotel bathroom with nothing but a white towel loosely wrapped around his toned waist. You scan the length of his body with your eyes, taking it all in.

"See somethin' you like, princess?" Rafe smirks, thinking he has you where he wants you, not having a clue about your little plan.

Instead of responding to him, you turn your gaze back to the 60 inch flatscreen tv mounted on the wall of the hotel room playing some re-run of a sitcom. Rafe takes notice immediately and senses something's up.

"Silent treatment, huh? I give it 5 minutes. Tops." Rafe sits on the bed with you, still clad in only a towel, not focused on drying off now that you're not speaking to him.

The next 10 minutes fly by in a flash and Rafe looks impatient as ever, slowly getting irritated with you as the seconds pass. You still don't make a peep. Or even glance at him.

"Alright, I get it. You're pissed at me from earlier. I'm sorry, y/n. Stop shutting me out." Rafe places a hand on your thigh, squeezing it gently.

"You wanna fix it?" You finally speak to him for the first time since you got back to the hotel.

"Yes. Anything." Rafe's eyes fill with genuine sincerity.

"Beg." The glare you give Rafe is enough to make the hairs on his arm stand up.

"Beg? What...what do you mean beg?"

You scoot closer to Rafe. "I mean...get on your knees and beg for it." You intentionally make your words come out slow, with a hint of seduction.

Rafe scoffs, not even able to fathom the thought of a man like him on his knees, begging. You move away from him once again and start to lay down, but you're stopped by the feeling of Rafe's hand darting out to grab yours.

"Wait." A sinister smirk creeps onto your lips as you see Rafe about to give in.

Rafe slowly gets off the bed, walking over to your side and hesitantly dropping to his knees in front of you.

"There. I'm here." He can't even look you in the eyes, slightly ashamed of himself for stooping to this level.

An unamused chuckle escapes your lips. "You think that's good enough? No, no, no. Tell me you're sorry. Tell me you'll be good."

Rafe presses his tongue to his cheek and clenches his jaw in annoyance. "Yeah, that's uh...it's not happening."

You raise your eyebrows and nod before picking up the hotel phone and dialing the front desk. Rafe looks utterly confused. You wait a few rings before someone picks up.

"Hi. Yes, I am a guest in room 115, staying with someone else. Uh I'm just wondering if I can book another room. Just for me." You look back down at Rafe who looks as though he's ready to blow smoke out of his ears, and you can't hold back a smirk.

"Fuck", Rafe mumbles under his breath. "I'm sorry, baby. I...please forgive me. I need you...all of you. I'll be a good boy, baby. I promise."

You bite down on your bottom lip at the helpless sight in front of you, and proceed to take the phone off of your ear, hanging it up.

"Mmm. So needy."

Rafe looks up at you with a hungry gaze as his tongue darts out to lick his lips. Out of nowhere, he lowers his head to your legs, planting kisses right above your knees, causing your eyes to flutter and your breathing to quicken.

"Now, was that so hard?" You ask the question with a hint of teasing.

okay buttttt I'm lowkey in love with this one😍