𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐑𝐚𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡
𝐑𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡
I was playing a dangerous game. One I knew that I had leverage in but could easily be thrown to the ground if my opponent wanted to.
Raymond was no easy opponent. He may seem like your regular posh, upper-class British lad. The one who always wore a jumper and hair was neatly done, but that's how he got his victims.
Once he left my home I had to do some digging, and it wasn't too hard since everyone knew a guy who knew a guy that ran paths with Raymond. What he said was right, he started young, attending college with the upper-class kids who he would sell drugs to. His operation became bigger, and those loyal clients he once used to deal with took over their parent's estates and got their inheritance which ultimately put more money in his pocket.
He branched out, and now he was well versed in the drug ring and was the top weed distributor in Europe, Africa, and Asia.
He's a drug kingpin, but even with all of that my stubbornness would not allow me to submit. I just can't bring myself to do it. It was 11:58 and although I should be dressed, here I was eating an açaí bowl after I just completed my morning routine.
Like last night Raymond was here on time. There was no point in hiding because he knew I was home. Since he left, his men were stationed outside of my apartment. Never moving from the spot where they had parked.
I put down the bowl and unlocked my door. I watched him take a good look at me, searching from head to toe before he grabbed me by my neck and pushed me back from the door. He stepped in and slammed it shut before locking it.
"What's your problem with defying everything I tell you?" He said as he turned me around and slammed me against the door, all while his hands were still placed securely around my neck.
Usually, this was the time I would say some snarky remark, but I was so in shock the words couldn't form. His grip on my neck tightened, but not enough to threaten my oxygen supply. He pulled me off of the door and dragged me forwards to my dining room where he pushed me against my table. He angrily took off his jacket, but carefully placed it behind the chair. At any other moment, I would have laughed, but I was too focused on his next move to do so.
I watched as he unbutton his sleeves and with careful precision roll each arm up until it was at his elbows. He then loosened his tie before taking it off and making his way to me.
"Those American men you're so used to did not show you anything about basic etiquette and proper decorum." He said turning me around.
He grabbed my hands and that's when all of my common sense came flooding back. I tried to break out of his grasp, but he only became more aggressive as he bent me over the table and locked me into place by pressing against me so hard I could feel the table digging into my pelvis.
He grabbed my hands and in one swift motion, he tied them. I tried to raise from the table but he only pushed me back down.
"I hate that I have to do you like this but you leave me no choice." He said resting his gun next to my face.
The panic started to climb up my throat as I stared at the heavy black metal. Everything in me wanted to plead, even beg him to stop, but again that stubbornness in me wouldn't allow it.
"You like this shit don't you? You like making your victims feel helpless before you kill them, huh?" I said trying to kick him but he moved away.
His laugh echoed through the room as he rubbed my ass. "Who said anything about killing you?" He said pulling down my shorts.
The cool air came in contact with my bare pussy, making goosebumps appear all over my skin. Wearing underwear in the house has never been my thing, but at this moment I wished I did. It would have been another barrier between me and this man.
"You like this don't you? As Matter a of fact, don't answer it because I could already see. You soaked." He said smacking my ass.
My body jerked forward from the sudden impact and it took everything in me not to cry from the sudden sting. "Fuck, I wish you could see this." He said sending another smack across my ass, this time he quickly rubbed it but it did nothing to soothe the ache.
He brought down his hand once more, this time a bit hard than before and I couldn't help but groan in pain. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss onto my butt as he caressed it.
"I didn't want to do this but you left me no choice, Beau. If only you had submitted to me, listen to what I told you maybe you wouldn't be bent over the table like a little slut."
"You want me to submit because of what? So you could feel good about your little dick? Fuck off!" I cursed.
"Little? Tsk, tsk, tsk." He said rubbing his finger down my wet slit.
My breath hitched, but I didn't dare to make another sound. He leaned against me, his dick pressing into my ass while his body lay on top of mine. He didn't have to say anything because I felt it all. I felt exactly how big he was and a part of me was intrigued but also scared.
"Now, what was little?" He whispered in my ear.
I shouldn't be turned on by this. I should be trying to fight him off, crying, something, but here I was on the verge of begging him for more. And Raymond knew this because he picked up on every tick and reaction.
"Do you want me to fuck you, Beau?"
No answer. He wasn't getting one from me.
His hand slipped in between us and he began to play with my folds. My body squirmed from his touch as I groaned from the sudden contact. "Tell me you want to fuck me just as much as I want to fuck you." He said finally touching my clit.
The moan I so desperately tried to hold back would no longer stay as he brushed past my lips. "Tell me and I'll untie you and fuck you the way you want—the way you need to be fucked."
"Please, fuck me." I groaned as I rocked against his hand.
His hands momentarily moved ways from me and I listened as he unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down. He lift one leg and placed it on the table as he returned to play with my pussy, this time including his tongue.
"Ray." I moaned as he licked from my pussy to my ass.
"You don't know how much you've driven me insane. How much I've dreamed about you." He said sucking my clit.
His mouth was ravenous as he ate me as if my life depended on it. He focused on the area where I needed him the most and never wandered from it. The head was phenomenal, but I needed him inside of me. I needed to feel him taking up everything within me.
"Ray, I need you." I moaned as I tried to break out of my restraints.
He pulled away from me and stood up. With one tug the tie unraveled and I immediately turned around and pulled him towards me. My lips attacked his, tasting myself all over him.
"Say it again, tell me you need me." He said rubbing his dick in between my slit.
I pulled away from him and grabbed his neck. His eyes immediately locked with mine and I let the words flow past my lips. "I need you. I want you. I want you to take all of me."
I scoot closer to him as I grabbed his dick and placed it inside of me. His head fell back and his eyes closed and although I wanted to do the same I just couldn't. Without a second thought, I grabbed him by the neck again, this time a little tighter, and pulled his face towards me. His eyes flutter open and I began to rock back and forth against him.
"Don't you look away from me?" I said.
He nod his head but I wasn't going for it. "Words Ray, use your words."
"Yes, ma'am." He moaned.
I smiled triumphantly as he wrapped his arms underneath my legs and began to fuck me. "It's done. From this day on you're mine."
I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him closer to me. "I wish you would let another woman touch you."
"You don't have to worry about that love. You have complete control of me."
Full control?
Yeah, this is going to be a dangerous game.
•••
I swirled around on the stool as I watched Raymond make his way through my kitchen in all his sexy glory. He had one of his men get us to take out and now he was making our plate while I eagerly watched him.
If you told me that I would be sitting down watching Raymond make me food after fucking for the past three hours I would sure as hell believe you because I saw it coming myself. I could t stand the man, but my morals aren't extremely high because given the chance I would fuck him all over again.
"Here," he said handing me my plate"
I thanked him and immediately began to dig in. He didn't sit next to me and instead stood in the kitchen and ate his food. Every once in the while he would look at me but other than that not one word was said, and although I liked it some things were just racking my brain.
"So what is this going to be?" I asked putting down my fork.
Raymond looked up from his phone before he put it down and stared at me. "I would like for us to be in a relationship... but we need to get to know each other."
"Agreed, there's a lot of things that I need to know about you before actually solidifying a relationship."
"Like?" He asked raising his eyebrows.
"Like when's your birthday, how many women have you had before me, we're you ever married, do you have kids. You know, the important stuff."
"I was born on May 3rd, 1981 in Liverpool, England. I've slept with too many women to count but I only have four exes. I've never been married and I don't have any children although I would like one soon."
"Interesting."
"And you?"
"Well, I was born on July 18th, 1999 in New Orleans, Louisiana. I've slept with three men and have two exes. I've never been married, I have no children. And would I ever want any? I don't know." I said resting my head on my hand.
Ray leaned off of the counter and made his way around so he was standing in front of me. "Does it bother you that we have an eighteen-year age gap?" I asked him.
"It's different but I meant what I said. From this day on out your mines." He said wrapping his arms around my waist
"And I'm yours," I said kissing him.