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The first time it happens, it comes as a surprise to both of you. Court had been awful that day. A case dismissed on a technicality that Rafael had fought like hell over, and then the defendant was so fucking smug, smirking over his lawyer’s shoulder as they clapped each other on the back in celebration. Rafael had been furious. He was still fuming when he got home, worked up and looking for a fight.
He had thrown his briefcase to the side with enough force it slid across the floor, and slammed the door behind him. You watched from the kitchen as he stormed through to the bar cart, hands practically shaking as he poured himself a drink. And then, his scotch in hand, you caught him rooting through the bookcase where you knew he kept a stash of cigarettes hidden for days like this. He found it, flicking open the pack, and cursed when he saw it was empty. You leaned in the doorway, arms crossed.
“You ran out after the Starford case a month or so ago.”
He turned to you, mouth set in a furious line and crumpled the carton in this fist. “You weren’t going to say anything?”
You raised an eyebrow at him and stayed silent. He knew you hated that he still smoked after cases like this, and he knew you weren’t above being passive aggressive over it and letting him run out. But he also knew you were right to disapprove and the combination only pissed him off further in that moment. He threw the balled up cardboard onto the coffee table where it bounced and rolled onto the floor. He glared at it, knuckles white around his glass.
“There’s other ways I could help you work it out.” Your voice was low, suggestion curling obviously through it.
He met your eyes as you crossed the room towards him slowly, his chin at a stubborn tilt, not yet willing to let you soothe him.
You stopped in front of him, wrapping your hand around his on the glass and tugged it out of his grip to set it aside. He remained still, watching as you pushed his jacket from his shoulders and removed his tie. You let both drop unceremoniously on the ground and he growled.
“Don’t antagonize me.”
You raised an eyebrow at him, challenging, while your fingers nimbly undid the buttons of his vest and shirt, letting them fall to the ground as well, along with his suspenders.
“Or what?”
His kiss was hard, adversarial. He nipped at your lips, biting your jaw. His hand was tight in your hair, pulling your head back so he could scrape his teeth along your neck and suck a deep bruise under your jaw until it was dark and obvious.
“Or I’ll fucking punish you.”
You gasped and groaned, hands coming up to clutch at his sides, tugging him close.
He used his grip on you to walk you backwards to the bedroom, shoving your dress from your shoulders, pinching your nipples, biting at the swell of your breast, making you moan and writhe under his hands.
He stripped you unceremoniously and pushed you down on the bed, following with one hand on your shoulder, pinning you hard to the mattress. He used a knee and his other hand to spread your legs wide, exposing you to his eyes, arousal already obvious and glistening in the low light.
You burned hot at the sight of him, the powerful set of his shoulders, fury radiating from him in waves. You arched into the sheets, hands coming up to grasp at the arm pinning your shoulders as he sucked on his first two fingers, obscene slurping making your toes curl, before he shoved his hand between your legs rubbing your clit with quick, rough strokes. Your hips jerked up and you gasped as he dragged them down your slit, groaning at how wet you were from the rough manhandling. He shoved his pants down without ceremony and spit into his hand, jacking his cock once, twice, slicking himself up, before he leaned over you, pressing you harder into the mattress as he fucked into you in a single, rough stroke that had both of you groaning.
“Is this supposed to be a punishment?” You gasped, goading him, even as you were split open on his thick cock.
He growled, working his hips in a slow, tortuous grind against you, the friction on your clit making you moan. “Keep pushing me and you’ll see real punishment. I’ll fucking use you like this, and leave you wet and waiting.”
You choked and groaned, arching up as his words sent a bolt of desire through you, making your cunt clench.
And then he started to move. You could hardly breathe, the oxygen burning up in your lungs as he did just as he promised, fucking you hard and fast, taking you without mercy as he chased his own pleasure. His uncharacteristic selfishness made your blood run hot and you were dripping for him, your hips rocking up in counter-point to each thrust, wordlessly encouraging him to fuck you deeper, harder.
You didn’t even register when your eyes slipped shut, pulled under in a riptide of pleasure, until there’s a sharp crack. You jerked, eyes flying open in surprise as Rafael’s palm connected with your face and your head rocked to the side followed by the shock of heat blooming on your cheek. You gasped, stunned, vision hazy, and his hips stuttered and slowed as his conscious thoughts caught up with the desire burning through him. He looked horrified as his free hand came up to cup the side of your face, thumb soothing across where he slapped you. But you shook your head, the sting left by his palm still sending shivers of pleasure along your nerves, pussy clenching down on his cock. His breath shook and he groaned softly as you grabbed his wrist, turning your head to take his fingers in your mouth and suck hard as you tightened your thighs around him and rolled your hips up, encouraging him to pick up his pace again. His eyes widened as you moaned around his fingers and then he groaned, hooking them over your jaw as he rocked his hips down into you, picking up force and speed until he was again fucking you into the mattress.
Your eyes started to flutter shut again, drooling around his hand as your world narrowed to just him and the waves of pleasure rolling through you. He yanked his fingers out of your mouth but your whine at the loss was cut short as he slapped you again, the sting of the impact making you arch and moan. He shifted his grip, and grabbed your chin in a hard grip, forcibly tilting your head so your eyes met, his green eyes burning fierce, and you choked on a whimper at the sight of him.
“Fucking look at me. Look at me.”
You clutched at him like a life vest, the only thing keeping your head above water as he held you down and took you, slick sounds of his cock absolutely obscene as he pounded into you again and again. His eyebrows were drawn together, mouth slack as he heaved great breaths of air, sweat beading on his forehead, a single drop slipping from his hairline to trace down the side of his chin and splash onto your upturned face.
He was flushed, wild, and totally out of control as his hips stuttered and you scraped your nails down his back. The stinging pain and the tight clutch of your cunt around him had him gasping, his grip on your face going punishingly tight as he cried out and seized, cumming with hard jerks, his cock pulsing deep inside you as he filled you to bursting.
His legs gave out almost immediately after and he collapsed on top of you, shuddering and completely undone. His breath came in deep, shaking exhales as he lay on you, dead weight, skin burning hot and damp with sweat, pressing you down, but leaving you unsatisfied.
You whined, rocking your hips against him, even as he softened and slipped out of you, a thin trickle of his cum smearing over your inner thighs.
He murmured softly into your skin, soothing. His face was pressed into your chest and his hand was resting heavy, but gently across your throat, and you arched into it. You could feel his answering groan more than you could hear it and the hand at your throat slid down your sternum to your breast, cupping gently, thumb brushing over your nipple and making you shiver and moan, your whole body hyper-sensitive to his touch.
He brushed his lips over your skin, dragging his mouth up your neck slowly as he propped himself up on one shaking arm to lean over you and reach your lips, kissing you slow and languid, all sweetness now.
You’re soaked still, and unfulfilled. Your cunt is so sensitive you could almost feel your heartbeat in your folds as you slipped a hand down and rolled your fingers over your neglected clit, motions slick and easy with the mix of you and Rafael.
Your breath hitched and you arched.
“Yes, sweetheart, just like that. Cum for me.” Rafael was murmuring in your ear, voice tired, rough and low. You moaned, shivering as it rumbled through you.
He pressed his lips to your jaw before nipping hard as you started to shake, muscles growing tense as you got close. His fingers on your breast pinched and rolled your nipple as your fingers sped up, the coil of need in you twisting tighter and tighter and tighter until it snapped and you cried out, hips jerking against your hand and Rafael was there, kissing you through it, swallowing your cries and whimpers as you rode it out, body shaking against him.
He continued to press soft kisses to the corner of your mouth and your jaw as you came down, rubbing his thumb gently over where he had smacked you across the face. You turned your head, catching his hand and pressing a soft kiss to his palm and he sighed.
“Stop,” you told him, firmly. “I know what you’re worried about and don’t be. I liked it… We both did, clearly.”
You held his gaze and arched an eyebrow at him as you laced your fingers together to tug them down and run them through the mess the two of you had made between your legs. He curled his fingers against you, making your hips jerk and he groaned softly.
“See?” You gave him a crooked smile and he gave a small one back, ducking down to kiss you again, soft and slow.
“Alright,” he whispered against your lips. “I’m convinced.”
You hummed in response, sleepy and content.
He pulled back to curl into your side, pressing his face into your neck as the adrenaline rush wore off and the aftermath of his orgasm caught up to him and he started to drift off, unable to keep his eyes open. Your hand not holding his came up to card through his hair, scratching at his scalp lightly, and you smirked to yourself, already plotting how you were going to antagonize him in the future.