Trapped Sensation

Chapter 11

*WARNING*
Mature s*x scenes below, so if you don't want to see it, skip this chapter, guys

Serena's POV

His lips gently touch mine, and my taste buds explode with a hint of some weird kind of coffee and something purely masculine that I associate with him and his magnificent scent. I stand in shock, not moving as he nips my lower lip, seeking entrance. My mouth falls open in a moan as he uses his hands on my waist to pull me even closer until I am flush against his body. Raphael lets out a low and guttural groan at the friction between our bodies and deepens the kiss. The kiss turns rough and demanding, his tongue drifting through my mouth as we both explore each other. I push my hands under the hem of his shirt and run my hands over the ridges of his muscles. Everywhere my fingers drift across his muscles, it bunches with unreleased passion, and my core clenches hard in anticipation as indescribable pleasure shoots straight to my core. I whimper, rubbing my legs together to release the tension pooling there. Raphael smiles through our kiss and lifts me up until my core rests against his incredible cock, my hands around his neck. I whimper at the pleasure that shoots through me at the contact even with his pants as a barrier, I rub myself up and down on his cock, no doubt leaving a wet spot, but I am too far gone to actually care. Raphael grips my ass, his eyes turning even darker as he stops my motion, and I groan, already a whimpering mess.

"No! not yet, piccola tigre (little tiger)," Raphael bites out, roughly, his voice low and husky. He walks into the dressing room and gently sets me down in front of the full-length mirror. My eyes dilates to slits as I realise what he wants. The thought of watching us lose ourselves in the mirror is so hot that sparks of pleasure shot through me, and I clench my legs together, whimpering as I let my head fall back against Raphael's chest. "Soon, mia cara moglie (my dear wife)," Raphael says, and my core clenches at his voice laced with pure desire.He slowly pulls my zip down, and I swallow nervously as his fingers trails down my spine, and wake of fire courses across my back. I moan at the sensations coursing through me as my dress slowly pools at my feet. I wasn't wearing a bra because the dress had an in-built one, Raphael groans, his hands coming up from my waist to palm my breasts. My head falls back in pleasure as Raphael flicks my nipples, pinching them and rolling them round expertly until the difference between pain and pleasure blends together, making my core clench even harder. He moves to stand in front of me as he lowers his mouth to one of my nipples, nipping it gently while he continues to pinch the other nipple, giving both equal attention. The onslaught of sensations has me close to bursting, and I moan loudly, drunk on absolute pleasure. As he closes his mouth over my other nipple, his tongue swirling it round, my head falls forward, and I'm suddenly grateful for Raphael's hand around my waist, keeping me up.

"Raphael, I'm going to come," I say, about to let go, but pain and pleasure suddenly explodes across my skin at the totally foreign action that Raphael just made. Raphael stares up at me, frowning like he didn't just spank me on the butt. My face flushes in embarrassment, but I couldn't deny that I liked it as my core clenched at the sensation.

"You will come when I say you should, not a minute sooner or later, or I'll be forced to punish you, do you understand me?" Raphael asks sternly, still frowning as he rubs circles across the spot he spanked. I nod my head gently since, at this point, I would do anything he wants. Raphael spanks me again, and I scream, my head falling forward in pleasure. "Answer me, piccola tigre (little tiger)," Raphael commands, still staring up at me with those hooded eyes.

"Yes," I reply, my brain in a haze of desire, but I would agree to anything he wants in this moment. Raphael spanks me hard again, and I scream loudly, not caring anymore if anyone is listening. "Yes,---- I understand," I say again, breathing hard.

"Good girl," Raphael compliments, smiling at me as he caresses my ass softly.

"Raphael, please let me come," I beg already past the point of embarrassment. Raphael doesn't reply but moves his hands down to flick my clit, and I moan loudly. He cups my wet folds, slick with arousal for him.

"You're so wet for me, darling. You like it when I spank you, right? You like it when I treat you like my whore, right?," Raphael asks, staring at me through his hooded lids while moving his fingers through my slick folds.

"Yes, yes----" I reply, my answer turning into a scream when he plunges a finger into me. Raphael begins to move his finger faster while using his thumb to rub my clit in circles. The pressure pooling at my core begins to buildup as he adds another finger and buries it to the brim. "Raphael, yes, yes, harder," I scream out in pleasure at the sensations coursing through me. Raphael curls his fingers, hitting that spot within me that makes me scream as my body jolts reaching that precipe of pleasure. Right before I can let go, Raphael removes his fingers, and I whimper, almost sobbing. "Raphael, please," I whimper, resting my head on his chest as the unreleased pressure in me becomes almost painful. Raphael walks away and drags the chair in the corner in front of the mirror.

"Sit!" Raphael commands roughly as his eyes slowly drift over me, taking my appearance in. I look in the mirror and wince inwardly at how I look, my hair is mussed, my lipstick smeared, my eyes are dilated in desire, my cheeks are flushed, my breasts are pebbled and sensitive, my ass is pink and my arousal is dripping down my legs, I look seriously and utterly fucked. I sit down slowly as Raphael kneels in front of the chair and pulls me to the edge, pushing my legs wide open and over his shoulders until I'm completely bared to him. As Raphael's head lowers, I glance at the mirror and almost let go at how hot it is looking at I and Raphael's position in the mirror. Raphael's head dives down, and he scrapes his teeth over my clit, making me jolt up as pleasure shoots through me. I grind against his face shamelessly, lost in the overwhelming pleasure crashing through me. He laps at my drenched clit relentlessly, my movements become frantic and desperate as my pleading whines becomes louder and louder.

"So fucking delicious," Raphhael says against my clit, before he continues his ministrations on my body. His husky voice rumbles against my already sensitive pussy, bringing me close to that precipe, and I'm close to bursting.

"Raphael, please, please, let me come," I whine, overwhelmed with sensations. Raphael groans, lapping up every drop of my juices like a starved man.

He finally takes pity on me and presses his thumb against my clit, curling two finger in me, hitting a spot deep inside. "Come," Raphael orders, and I shatter. The word barely leaves his mouth before I arch off the chair with a sharp cry. I come so long and hard that it takes up to five minutes before the tremors wracking my body subsides. I collapse on Raphael, barely able to hold myself up. Raphael gently carries me to the bathroom in the store and cleans me up before laying me down on the couch, manoeuvring both of us until I am lying down on top of him, my legs enclosed between his, and my head on his chest. My eyelids flutter close in exhaustion as I trace patterns on his chest, feeling amazingly sated and satisfied.

Resting against his chest like this, rocking gently, I feel so warm and safe. "Raphael, let's stay like this a little longer," I say drowsily, burrowing deeper against him.

Raphael groans huskily, "Mia piccola tigre (my little tiger), you should better stop moving, or we'll have a redo and this time instead of my mouth, it'll be my cock at your entrance". I shudder visibly, my arousal flaring bright and strong at his voice laced with desire and the dirty words coming from his mouth. I blush, tamping down my arousal, even as my core throbs painfully. Raphael stands abruptly, hoisting me up, so my legs wrap around his waist and my arms around his neck. I moan at the friction between my pussy and his very engorged cock.

Ten minutes later, after Raphael has brought me to orgasms twice more, we finally lie down, sated and exhausted. "I wish we could stay here forever," I say, slowly drifting off to sleep as Raphael gently pecks my forehead.

"Me too, piccola tigre (little tiger), me too," Raphael whispers quietly, as I fall unconscious.

Gentle readers,
I'm so sorry for the EXTREMELY late update. Between school and the awful writer's block I had all this while, writing this chapter was impossible. I'm so sorry, guys. Please show some loving to the little vote button below