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Raaf had to swiftly clench his jaw at the way Sara's mood visibly swung from stunned to skittish to smitten upon turning around to meet his gaze. It was too fucking cute, dammit...but once he heard the other guys started to snicker, Raaf knew that his efforts at keeping his features expressionless were all for naught.
In a few strides, he had closed the distance between them, and his Sara tensed visibly as he lowered his head. She was obviously expecting him to kiss her, but while that had been his intention, he found himself unable to resist messing with her, and so...
"I'll be needing to punish you again," he whispered to her ear.
His Sara did not disappoint with her reaction, with her lips parting to let out a sound that was part moan, part squeak...of the bovine sort.
The guys laughed, and Raaf had to allow himself a twitch of his lips as well as Sara turned tomato-red before them.
"Will we be needing to use earphones in a while, boss?"
Sara let out another one of her unique moan-squeaks, and she followed it with a third one as Raaf replied, "If my Sara begs me to take her virginity tonight, then fuck yes."
He swept her up in his arms after that, and she threw him a look of mortification as they ascended the steps that would take them back to the main lounge. "You're going to make them think I'm..."
Raaf smirked. "Go on."
"You know what I mean."
"And I meant what I said. I won't fuck you until you beg me for it."
His Sara was still choking as he lowered her on the couch and took a seat next to her.
"Now..." Raaf patted his lap. "Come here, my dove." Suspicion flashed in her eyes, but he only patted his lap again. Whether she admitted it or not, she was born to obey him, and his patience was rewarded a moment later as his Sara inched towards him ever so slowly.
Her movements reminded him of a frightened little deer, which then of course left him to play no other role than a big wild cat. The thought amused him enough that it had him waiting for the exact moment he sensed her lower her guard—-
And then he made his move.
By the time his Sara cried out, it was all over, and she found herself flat on her back, her head pillowed by his lap.
She stared up at him, her rosy-red lips partly open, and a smirk touched his mouth at the flurry of emotions that clouded her gaze. At first there was apprehension and fear, which later turned into excitement, and he knew exactly why that was.
"Sorry to disappoint you, my dove." His apology made her brows furrow, and he had to tighten his lips to stifle his smile. "But I am not going to kiss you."
Guilt turned her cheeks pink, and a telltale quaver betrayed her true feelings as she finally managed to gasp out a denial. "I...I w-wasn't thinking of any such thing."
"Of course you were."
"I really wasn't, and...and can we please just talk about something else?"
"Certainly, my dove. Shall we start with what you were asking Russel about?"
His words appeared to catch her off guard, and Raaf was treated with the sight of his Sara squirming and biting her lip before nervously sneaking a look at him as she asked haltingly, "Promise you won't laugh?"
"No."
Her lips pursed, and a surprisingly mutinous expression crossed her features. "Then I won't tell you."
"Are you certain," he drawled, "that is the course of action you wish to take?"
Her mutinous expression held for another moment, but then she started squirming again, and he had to swiftly clench his jaw. Everything his Sara did made him want to fucking hug her and, well, just fucking fuck her, too. Why the hell did it seem so easy for this girl to get under his skin?
"I think you're just torturing me," she muttered under her breath.
"Kidnappers," he told her seriously, "are by definition an awful lot. If you still don't know that by now, then it's definitely a good thing I haven't abducted you for your brains."
She gaped at him, but Raaf only let his lip curl in response. "What is it this time, my dove? Are you going to tell me you were expecting kidnappers like me to be polite?"
Her lip started to tremble, and then her shoulders started to shake. Another second passed, and then she was clutching her stomach, with her peals of laughter filling the room.
A captive who could still take a joke, Raaf mused. Most kidnappers would not ask for more than that, but because he was a greedy son of a bitch...
He waited for her to calm down, and as her laughter faded, he pressed her one more time. "Tell me what you wished to know from him."
She flipped to her side all of a sudden, and it was only when she started to speak in an awkward voice—-
"I asked them..."
—-that he realized she had turned her back on him to avoid his gaze.
"If you had kidnapped anyone else before me?"
Raaf was bemused, and if he were being honest, he was also faintly worried since that was a remarkably stupid question. "I was in a cult that specialized in kidnapping women. Of course, I'd—-" He abruptly stopped speaking, not because she was clearly in disagreement with what he said, but because the way his Sara was so vigorously shaking her head was also the equivalent to waking his cock out of its slumber.
Raaf could only swear in his mind as he found himself sporting a boner behind Sara's back.
"I'm not talking about that kind of kidnapping," Sara was protesting in the meantime. "What I want to know is..." He heard her take a deep breath before saying in a rush, "I want to know if you've kidnapped another girl for the same reason you took me!"
And as if she could no longer wait for his answer, she flipped back to face him, and that was when her gaze finally collided with the sight of big, hard cock jutting demandingly against his jeans.
"Oh."
It was that fucking 'oh' again, and it was an even bigger turn-on now, with the way her Bambi-like gaze was too damn pure in its inability to hide. The way she was staring at his boner was fucking irresistible...and most especially to monsters like him.
"What," he asked roughly, "are you looking at?"
His words seemed to snap his Sara out of some kind of spell, and he nearly groaned. Didn't she realize that she was looking at him like she had just realized his cock had bewitched her? And when she absently licked her lips like she couldn't wait to take his entire length into her mouth—-
"Fuck, Sara. Do you know what you're doing?"
Her dazed gaze lifted to his. "I...I think I'm l-looking at..." Her voice faltered, and she looked at him helplessly.
"At what?" He wanted her to say it. "Tell me."
She squirmed and bit her lip, but in the end the need to obey him still won, and the words came rushing out. "I'm looking at your member!"
His what?
"And t-the member, I mean y-your member looks...it looks like...it wants to...um, get out?"
His mouth clamped shut, and he went as far as gritting his teeth but it was no fucking use. He threw his head back with a laugh, the sound rough and rusty. He should probably be used to getting the unexpected from his Sara, but he wasn't, dammit, and those words of hers had killed him. Kids half her age could use the word 'dick' without feeling embarrassed nowadays, and yet here she was, capable of only describing his cock as his ‘member’.
And she was still staring at it, too, dammit. She was practically eating him up, her Bambi eyes all big and round as she stared at his "member" like it was monstrous and bewitching all at once. She was obviously frightened and unsure, but the way her chest was visibly heaving under her dress also told him she was more than a little turned on. The sight was too much, and even as he struggled for control, he already knew he was fighting a losing battle. The urge to ruin her consumed him—-
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
His Sara let out a shaken cry when his hand suddenly shot out to grasp her hair in a rough and cruel grip. "Why," he heard himself rasp, "don't you be a good girl and let my member out?"
Her eyes widened, and he responded to this by tightening his hold on her hair, just enough to make her wince...and bite her lip. He had hurt her...and it had excited her, and fuck if that didn't mess him up even more.
"Now, Sara."
The snap in his voice made her start, and a moment later she was reaching up to fumble with the button of his jeans. But because her movements were clumsy, he found himself gritting his teeth as her fingers kept accidentally drifting over his cock. By the time she had finally managed to wrestle his zip down, he was almost at the end of his fucking tether, and he was gripping her hair so fucking tightly it brought tears of pain and shameful pleasure to her big, brown eyes.
"Take it out."
Her cheeks flamed at his command, but she did as he ordered, and his eyes squeezed shut as he finally felt her soft fingers wrap around his cock for the very first time.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw that she was still blushing, but she was also staring once again at his cock like it was the most incredible thing ever created.
"I think my member wants to get to know you better, my dove."
The words had its intended effect, with her cheeks turning a deeper shade of red even as her breasts rose and fell even more quickly under her dress.
"Why don't you say hello with your mouth?"
He saw her swallow hard, and he immediately found himself imagining what else she could - and would - swallow.
Fuuuuck!
His grip tightened reflexively on her hair, and she was visibly startled when he began to guide her mouth closer to his cock. She tried resisting at first, but it was no use. He was too damn strong for her, and the way she whimpered told him that his strength both terrified and aroused her.
"P-Please..."
He could see that she meant it, but he didn't give a fuck. The last inch between his cock and her mouth disappeared, and a groan ripped out of his throat as he watched his length slide past her small, pink lips.
Her mouth felt like fucking heaven, and when he shoved his cock all the way in, the way she choked and gagged sounded like heaven, too.