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"Rafayel, come on!" You called out as you climbed the steps to his bedroom.
Unbelievable. You got to just be Rafayel's date for tonight's gallery instead of his "Miss Bodyguard," and yet getting to enjoy it as a date gave him no motivation to get ready faster. Not even the nice dress he picked out got him to hit the gas.
"Raf, I don't want Thomas getting mad at you, but I won't be defending you either!" You got to the top of the stairs and almost fell into his chest as he opened the bedroom door before you could.
"'Won't defend me,' how could you say that, cutie?" He asked with that pout that kept you from being too mad at him.
"Because I'm not your bodyguard tonight. Come on, let's get on the road, or else I'm driving-"
"Hang on." He grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the room, leading you to the full-length mirror.
"Raf-"
"This'll only take a minute… You look incredible." He whispered in your ear while his hand caressed your waist. You swayed with him in the reflection, a soft giggle escaping when he kissed the back of your neck.
"You have good taste."
"Mm, true. It's missing something, though…" He held a black box in his hand that he brought from behind his back. "Open it."
You raised an eyebrow at him and took it, feeling its weight first. "What's this?"
"An ultimatum." He said, watching you open it.
You expected some kind of jewelry — guess you weren't wrong about it being something to wear…
Inside the box was a little egg-shaped vibrator with a tail on it, the kind you insert and leave inside, next to its remote control. You recognized the toy from scrolling through shops online when loneliness got the better of you; either from him being on a business trip or you on a faraway mission. Toys like these didn't catch your attention beyond a glance, but this one apparently caught his.
"An ultimatum?" You echoed, noticing his gaze darken at the sight of your rising warmth.
"Mhmm… You put this on- in," He corrected himself, moving his hand down over your dress to brush his fingertips up your thigh. "And if you can get through the event without taking it out, or completely falling apart, then I'll spoil you for the rest of the night…"
"As if you wouldn't regardless… But what if I can't?"
"If you can't, then we leave without another word, and you never stress about my events again when you're not being Miss Bodyguard. Deal?"
His words dripping in honey had you getting drawn into the crazy idea. Every one of his little teases pulled you deeper into temptation — the brush of his fingers on your skin, his lips moving up your neck to nip at the shell of your ear, and his hypnotizing gaze drawing you into the storm of his eyes…
"You sometimes get bored at my events too, cutie… This adds a little entertainment for both of us. Yeah?"
"Alright… Just be quick about putting it in." The idea turned you on more than you wanted to admit. You relented, handing the vibrator back to him.
He took the box back and turned it on to connect the two parts. "Pick a safe-word for tonight first."
"Hmm… 'Crabby.'"
"Pffft… That's a silly one."
"Yeah, well, it's what Thomas will be if we're any later than we already are. That's why it came to mind first."
"Fair enough. Now… bend over." He said, pulling your dress up over your hips. You did as he asked, bracing your hands on the mirror while watching your breath pick up with anticipation.
He pressed two fingers to your lips. "Open."
You opened your mouth and took him in, swirling your tongue around and getting them wet for him. He pulled back out and brought them straight to your core, slipping them in one at a time with slow thrusts to warm you up. Soft moans escaped both of you from how easily you welcomed him.
"You're so wet already, cutie. Are you that excited by the idea of me having you under my control like this?"
"Raf…" The edge of warning you tried to throw into your voice got mostly buried by another moan when he pressed down on that spot deep inside of you.
"Okay, okay. I'm putting it in." He pulled his fingers back out, making you whine at the loss. You watched his reflection slick the vibrator up with his fingers and disappear from your view, soon feeling it tease your folds and entrance. He pressed and moved it to coat it thoroughly with your arousal before guiding it inside. The vibrator stretched your entrance for barely a second as he pushed it in, your walls clamping around it once he got it to sit inside.
"Does that feel okay?" He asked while caressing your hip.
"Yes…" You nodded, taking a breath as it settled right against your G-spot.
"Good." He licked his fingers clean, helped you straighten up, and turned you around for a languid kiss that had the faint taste of yourself in it.
"And just to make sure it works…" He said against your lips, giving you a minor heads-up.
You gasped and clutched his arm as the vibrator buzzed inside you for a few seconds, almost making your knees buckle. He chuckled and held the remote up before turning it off, letting you catch your breath again.
"It works…" You answered, sighing, your other hand resting over your lower belly.
"You can just poke me three times too if it gets to be too much at any point. Okay?"
"Got it. Now let's get going." You smiled and gave him a quick kiss as you finally dragged him out of the bedroom.
On the way to the garage, he gave you another quick jolt that made your steps stutter; another reminder not to stress or rush. He said nothing when you shot a look at him, just shrugged with a faux-oblivious smile as he held the passenger door open for you.
The anticipation of when he might turn it on was killing you. At every red light on the drive to the venue, you'd glance over to see if he'd reach for the remote in his pocket. Though you knew his habit of driving one-handed meant he wouldn't just wait for red lights. He kept to his habit of caressing your leg, and that was enough to have warmth climbing up into your face with everything else happening. He must've noticed how you were eyeing him when he chuckled as if he'd read your mind.
"Relaaax, cutie. I'm not gonna get you too worked up before we even get there…" He grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it.
The two of you soon pulled up to the venue. He parked and helped you get out, having you hook your arm around his.
"Our safety signals?" He quizzed.
"Say 'crabby,' or poke you three times." You answered, your grip on his arm tightening a little.
"Good. Let's head in."
Rafayel's exhibition was being held at a villa on the city outskirts, transforming the ballroom into a gallery with a path to follow; his paintings telling a story through his usual style.
Thomas stood at the entrance to greet guests. From his fidgeting, you could tell his patience was hitting its limit.
"There you are!" Thomas quietly exclaimed as he hastened over.
"Sorry for running late, Thomas. Blame this guy." You playfully nudged your elbow into Rafayel's side.
"Hey… It was traffic's fault, not mine." Rafayel pouted down at you. His eyes, however, held that glint of a silent warning.
The vibrator kicked up again, making you take a sharp breath in through your nose as it buzzed inside you.
"You okay?" Thomas asked.
"Yep, I'm good! Just a chill!" You held your head up, giving Thomas a quick smile.
"The AC's turned up. I didn't think to give a heads-up on that."
"I-It's fine, Thomas. I can always steal Rafayel's jacket if need be." You said as you headed in together, clinging to Rafayel's arm to keep your steps steady.
"Not my preferred way of warming you up..." Rafayel whispered, brushing the shell of your ear with his lips. Warmth spread down into your face from that as you nudged him off with your shoulder.
Your Sea God was not going to make this an easy trial…
Throughout the exhibition, you never left his side. You looked like a devoted girlfriend attached to her incredible boyfriend while walking around, talking with potential buyers, critics, and journalists, and taking in the art yourself. From people's glances, their thoughts about you were good as any guess — "Oh, she's just being demure," "Wow, she looks like she's really enjoying that free wine," "She's clinging to him an awful lot." — and none would really be wrong. After all, who would guess that this talented artist was edging his lovely lady during every conversation without really touching her?
He'd mess with the remote in his pocket, adjusting the vibrator's power with little thought. You'd occasionally have to take a deep breath, clear your throat, or hide behind your wine glass to avoid embarrassing yourself. For a moment, you thought you might cum, squeezing his arm in warning, and he turned it off — to both your relief and frustration.
But this was part of the fun, wasn't it? The control of your pleasure in the palm of his hand, in public, while others were (hopefully) clueless. You were winning this bet, too. Despite this driving you crazy on the inside, you were still pretty lucid.
Rafayel pulled you over to the bench beside the last painting in the exhibit's path to sit down, speaking softly. "Still holding strong, cutie?"
"Yes, I am…" You whispered back with confidence.
"So determined, my beloved." He complimented, pressing a kiss to your temple. Your on-fire nerves relished the brief contact he gave you since arriving.
"Rafayel? Sorry, a minute?" Thomas approached.
"Sure. You stay here and rest, cutie. I'll be right back." He said, subtly turning off the vibrator to give you a proper breather.
As he stepped away, your nerves thrummed with the release still being held out of your reach. Even the sensation of brushing your fingers over your pulse made your breath catch. Maybe you wouldn't last much longer…
"Quite beautiful." A man's voice said from behind you.
You straightened up and glanced toward him. "Hm? Yes, the painting is beautiful."
"Ah, yes, the painting. Of course…" The stranger sauntered closer.
Wow, so original…
"Yes, Rafayel's incredible. Don't you think? This painting is such a beautiful choice for the finale of his exhibition." You put on a polite smile and batted your eyelashes, turning up your "devoted girlfriend" mode to eleven.
The painting depicted abstract forms of two figures flowing beside each other in hues of blue and purple, with a red shape at the center that invoked the feeling that this painting was the heartbeat of the entire showcase.
"I-Indeed," He cleared his throat before pointing at the empty spot beside you. "May I?"
You gave him an indifferent hum and wave, allowing his audacity for now.
"His shape work is interesting here; the way it looks like the larger figure is taking something from the smaller one. Their heart, perhaps?"
"I don't see it that way. I see it as it being given willingly; a surrender, of sorts." You countered. "Surrendering power is a substantial form of trust in a bond, and you can see that they're bonded by the way they- Ah!"
Your hand shot to your mouth, cutting off the moan that tried to escape as the vibrator kicked in at a high speed. Glancing over your shoulder, you spotted Rafayel with his hand in his pocket and darkness in his eyes.
"A-Are you alright, miss?"
You nodded and shifted away. The vibrator slowed down enough to move comfortably, so you got up and headed to the bathroom, locking the door behind you.
Fuck, that was too close…
Three solid knocks sounded on the door. Knowing exactly who it was, you unlocked it long enough for him to slip in.
"You okay?" Rafayel asked, an edge lacing his tone while his darkened gaze swept over you.
"What were you thinking?!"
"I was thinking how my beloved humored that man a little too much…" He said, putting the vibrator remote in your face as he turned it up again.
You bit your lip and whimpered while bracing the wall, nearly folding over.
He let out a light scoff and lifted your head with a finger under your chin, watching your eyes glaze over. The vibrator turned off again. He grabbed your wrist, pushed your dress up, and sat you down on the bench by the sink.
"You're soaked… I'm surprised you're not completely leaking down your legs…" He chuckled.
Embarrassment flooded as he exposed the arousal saturating your panties to the cool air. Just the feeling of his hands moving up your legs to spread them further had you trembling for more.
"You're closer to the brink than you let on, cutie… You really need that release. Yeah?"
A frustrated sob broke out of you, and your unfiltered voice followed. "Fuck- Y-yes, Rafayel, I need it- Please, please let me cum!" You quietly exclaimed, tears running down your face.
"Look at you, begging without me having to ask… So sweet of you to be so pliant." He said, kissing a tear away.
Sitting next to you, he hooked your leg over his knee to keep you spread. He turned the vibrator back on to its lowest setting and cupped your soaked panties from around your back in one hand and held your face in the other, keeping your eyes on him while he got to watch your desperate breathing.
"Do you need more?" He asked, teasing the edge of your panties with a feather-light touch.
You tried to speak, to say "yes, please," anything, but your voice watered down to pathetic noises. He smirked again, satisfied enough by your attempted answer, and pulled the fabric aside. Once he pressed down on your clit, your whole body reacted: back arched, hands grabbing at his arm holding your face from needing some kind of anchor, and another broken, high-pitched moan erupting from you. His mouth crashed onto yours, pushing his tongue in and swallowing up every sound only ever meant for him.
It took mere seconds of his deft fingers rubbing circles into your clit for your orgasm to hit like a tsunami. Wave after wave of pent-up ecstasy coursed through your body. While you cried and moaned into his mouth, your hips moved with his hand to draw out the long-awaited peak. A muted sound from in front of you barely registered compared to the pounding of your heart in your ears.
As the pleasure ebbed, he pulled back from the kiss, turned the vibrator off, and rubbed circles into your jaw to ground you. "Breathe, my love…"
You tried to concentrate on your breathing while resting your forehead on his. When you opened your eyes to his beautiful face, soft laughter escaped both of you.
"You made a mess, cutie…" He whispered, gently turning your face.
So that was what you barely heard; you coming so hard that you squirted onto the bathroom's marble tile. Embarrassment took over again as you tried to hide in his neck, but he kept you in-place with kisses all over your face.
"Alright, alright… You won…" You mumbled past his affections. He chuckled again and gave you one more kiss.
"I guess we better head home then." He said, looking a little too satisfied by the outcome. You were willing to put down money that bringing you home with this outcome was a bonus he wouldn't admit to.
"I'm gonna take the vibrator out." He warned, taking his pocket square out and gently pulling it out of your oversensitive core.
After tucking the vibrator into his pants pocket, he got up and took his jacket off, draping it over your shoulders. You hugged it tighter, taking in the comfort of his warmth and scent.
"Just gonna text Thomas that you aren't feeling well and we're gonna go home." He said, pulling his phone out.
You closed your eyes while he did that, but opened them again when you heard the sound effect of a camera shutter. "Oh my god, what did you just do…"
He was pointing his phone down at the floor, still looking overly satisfied. "Your god just took a picture of your lovely mess. It'll make great inspiration for the future."
The idea of him using your squirt-splatter as inspiration for a future painting had you groaning and hiding in his jacket like a turtle. He planted another kiss on your forehead before he got to work cleaning up with the fancy hand towels by the sink.
"Thomas said he'll start that big 'thank you' speech so we'll be clear to step out," He said, reading the response he got.
"You better give him a bonus for that…" You commented, poking his side.
"I'll consider it." He retorted, poking your hand back.
He moved to the door and peeked outside. The sound of Thomas beginning his speech reached the corners of the ballroom and faintly the bathroom, indicating your cue to leave. Rafayel came back and draped your arms over his shoulders before he picked you up bridal-style, carrying you back to the car.
The smooth drive back home to his studio lulled you into a nap that your exertion already begged for. When you woke back up, you were in his arms again and heading up to his bedroom.
"Hey, sleepyhead. Shall we settle in with a bath together?"
"Mm… Yes, please…" You mumbled, nuzzling into his neck with a chuckle.
"What's so funny?"
"Told you that you'd spoil me regardless…"