"Warning: This chapter contains mature content, including explicit scenes. Reader discretion is advised. If you're uncomfortable with smut, please skip to the next chapter."
The playroom was dimly lit, the scent of leather and faint vanilla drifting in the air. The walls, lined with various tools of pleasure and discipline, stood as silent witnesses to what was about to unfold.
Nyx stood in the center of the room, wearing nothing but a silk robe. Her heart pounded against her ribs, anticipation curling in her stomach. She trusted Raphael-she had since the moment he'd first shown her what real dominance meant. Still, a part of her trembled at the unknown.
Raphael approached her slowly, his presence alone commanding submission. He brushed his knuckles down her arm, his touch deliberate, teasing.
"Do you trust me, little one?" His voice was low, filled with dark promise.
"Yes, Sir," she whispered, her breath hitching.
"Good. Tonight, we push your limits-but only in ways that make you feel safe." He reached into a drawer and pulled out a soft, black silk blindfold. "No sights. Only sensations. Only my voice to guide you."
Nyx swallowed hard but nodded. As he wrapped the blindfold around her eyes, her world darkened, her other senses sharpening instantly.
"Hands behind your back."
She obeyed without hesitation, the cool air kissing her bare skin as Raphael slowly untied her robe. It slipped off her shoulders, pooling at her feet, leaving her utterly exposed.
A warm palm trailed down her spine.
"Such a perfect body," he murmured. "And all of it belongs to me."
Her lips parted, a shudder running through her.
A sudden vibration against her thigh made her inhale sharply.
"Do you recognize this?" Raphael asked, brushing the small device over her inner thigh, just barely touching where she ached for him the most.
"A vibrator," she answered shakily.
"Correct. And do you remember the rule?"
She whimpered, her thighs clenching together involuntarily.
"You don't get to come until I say so," he reminded, pressing the vibrator directly over her core, the hum sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.
Nyx let out a breathy moan, her knees weakening.
"That's right, baby. Let go. Feel."
He trailed the vibrator along her slit, never quite where she needed it. His free hand explored her, fingers grazing her sensitive peaks, tweaking and rolling them between his fingers.
"You're already so wet for me," he murmured. "Tell me how it feels."
"Mmm-so good, Sir," she gasped.
"Good girl."
The words shot straight through her, making her walls flutter.
Then, without warning, he removed the vibrator, leaving her trembling.
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. "Not so fast, little one. We're just getting started."
Something thick and cool pressed against her entrance. A dildo, larger than what she was used to, teased her slit.
"I'm going to stretch you open," Raphael said. "Slowly. Let your body accept it."
Nyx whimpered as he pushed the toy inside her, inch by inch, her walls accommodating the new intrusion.
"Such a good girl, taking it so well," he praised, his hand caressing her hip.
Once it was fully seated inside her, Raphael flicked the vibrator back on, pressing it against her swollen clit.
The pleasure was overwhelming-blinding-with the toy filling her and the vibrations setting every nerve ablaze.
Nyx let out a shattered moan, her body trembling.
"Hold it, baby," Raphael warned, sensing how close she was.
She sobbed in pleasure, the denied release making her head spin.
Raphael leaned in, his lips brushing her ear.
"You're mine. Every inch of you. And I will ruin you with pleasure until you can't remember your own name."
A desperate whimper escaped her lips.
"Please, Sir-please let me come," she begged, her body thrashing against his firm hold.
"Not yet," he growled. "I want to hear you beg properly."
She whimpered, pleaded, sobbed-until finally, he relented.
"Come for me, my perfect girl."
The moment he removed the toy and pressed the vibrator hard against her, Nyx shattered.
Her orgasm slammed into her, a blinding wave of euphoria crashing over her, her body convulsing as she screamed his name.
Raphael caught her before she collapsed, pulling her onto his lap.
He held her, whispered praises, kissed her sweat-drenched skin, grounding her in the aftermath.
"You did so well," he murmured, stroking her hair.
Nyx buried her face into his chest, her body still tingling with pleasure.
"Thank you," she whispered.
Raphael smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
"You're mine, little one. Always."
And with that, he carried her to the bed-because the night was far from over.