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You had been sulking the entire day.
You had saved up so much for the card, and had even spent fifteen dollars for the extra pulls, only to lose your 50/50. Your body had basically slumped onto the ground the moment you saw a different animation and you gave up all hope then. You wouldn't get the card, and you had to accept that. The whole day, you had mostly stayed in your room. The clock striked 7 PM, and Rafayel barged into your room like he owned it.
Technically, he did own it. This was his house and you lived in it, for free. But still, that didn't give him the authority to come and go as he pleased and you hoped he would atleast knock on your door to give you some privacy atleast.
Your client, Rafayel. A renowned artist now, and you served as his personal assistant. Had done so since the start, since you both were little. Your mom worked under Aunty Talia, so you naturally took to working under Rafayel. Their family was nice enough to sponsor your education and other facilities as well, so you couldn't complain.
He leaned against the door, a frown on his face. You hadn't been out of the room the whole day except for doing the chores, and perhaps he was starting to catch on.
"Hey you, come watch TV with me!"
You sighed, and shook your head. You were still lying in your bed, and even moving your body felt like too much work right now.
"I can't right now, Mr. Qi. Please don't bother me unless you need assistance."
The frown on his face grew, because you only reverted back to professionalism when something was wrong. He was used to you calling him by his name, not his… surname. You were way closer than what a boss-assistant relationship should be.
"Stop sulking in here like a fish in a small glass jar, yeah?" He asked, voice carrying an annoying lilt to get a rise out of you, walking closer to you and holding your hand. He started tugging you. His pull was gentle though, so you didn't budge.
"Mr. Qi-" you protested again, snatching your hand away.
"Puh-lease, I'm Rafayel. Drop the title."
You groaned, sitting upright atleast. You had finished all your chores for today so you really didn't understand why he was bothering you so much. Your hair was all messy too, so you tried fixing it by combing your fingers through it.
"Rafayel, please leave me alone..."
He rolled his eyes, holding your wrist. "Tell me what's wrong."
He sat down on the bed, squeezing your hand. You dropped your head so he wouldn't see your face, there was no need for him to see the evidence of your tears.
"Cutie..." He whispered, lifting your chin up with his index, and then grasped dramatically.
"You've been crying? You should've told me, we would've thrown a cry party together!"
You didn't react to his joke, it really wasn't the appropriate time. Instead, swatting his hand away. "I-it's nothing. I'll get over it tomorrow, just need some space right now."
He shifted back once, gesturing to the 'space' between you two, "Is this enough then?"
You narrowed your eyes, and he shuffled back once more. You sighed, a small smile on your face, looking away to something else in your room. Why would he always have a way to make you smile? He suddenly snapped his fingers, dragging your attention back to him.
"I saw... the game you played... Didn't it update today? Was it not good enough?" He questioned, dropping his head to look up at you, like he had figured you out. "That's what has you frowning, yeah?"
You teared up slightly again at the mention of it, quickly reeling them back in. "I wouldn't know. Didn't get it."
He tilted his head sideway, raising an eyebrow. "Seriously? I've seen hype of it all day... they were calling it a… sex-"
"Just leave, Rafayel." you interrupted, a slight flush on your face.
"Why didn't you get it?" He persisted. Damn this man for seeing through you.
You looked down at your phone on your lap, hand curling into fists on the sheets. "I tried to, okay?" You said, emotions threatening to pour out, "Didn't get it."
His brows furrowed slightly. He didn't understand the game mechanics well, only knew of it due to catching you play it a few times. He knew of your favourite character, a sassy character who often teased and played around with the MC. You had mentioned it more than a few times for him to not know.
"It's a gacha system... I keep spending diamonds and wishes, and then I have a probability of getting the card."
You opened up the game and showed him the phone, to demonstrate better. The banner preview played in the background, while you explained the wishing system. Finally, you pointed at the pity number.
"And it says '5 Star Guaranteed in 24 wishes'. I have a guaranteed chance of getting the card right now, since I lost it earlier..." You frowned again, quickly dismissing the thought. "I can't keep pulling though because I don't have any savings."
You felt even more upset at seeing the mere 7 diamonds left. You put the phone down, turning away from him. He had been silent this whole time, listening intently as you explained, but now it was weirding you out. He is always chirpy and energetic, so to see him so still...
"There has to be a way for you to get these... wishes, yeah..?" He questioned, a small desperate look in his eyes.
You looked at him from the corner of the eye, letting out a groan and looking at the ceiling. "Money, yeah. But I spent alot last banner, I don't wanna spend again..."
"Then don't." He finally said, a finality to his tone, standing up from your bed.
He didn't look back at you, and left the room. You didn't expect him to be so direct, but he wasn't wrong. Weren't you just overreacting over a silly banner? It hurt, but you shouldn't be so honest with your employer.
You looked at the open door, feeling bad about putting it all on him. He was probably trying to help, and you just deterred him by your sad nonsense. You were his assistant at the end of the day, you should be indulging his wishes. You wiped your eyes again with a tissue, standing up to go apologise to him.
Suddenly, he returned, carrying a card between his index and middle finger, narrowing his eyes at you standing up. He stood right in front of you, slightly towering over you.
"Buuuuut I can spend my money, yeah?" He smirked.
Your eyes widened in alarm, and you shook your head instantly. "No way, Mr. Qi, I can't let you..."
"Blah blah blah, can't hear youuu" He grinned, plopping himself down on the bed. He used his free hand to tug on your wrist, and you stumbled, falling nicely onto his lap. Your face flushed instantly and you thrashed to get out. He wrapped the arm around your waist, keeping you still.
He always tried these aimless flirtations with you, meanings unclear. You indulged him whenever he did, because atleast it felt good…
"Rafayel, let me go-" you muttered, trying to pry his hands off. He ignored you in favour of grabbing your discarded phone, holding it infront of you.
"I'm not budging," he shrugged, "Think of it as boss' orders, yeah?"
You finally gave up, temptation winning out in the end. You opened up the game, shaking slightly. He kept his chin over your shoulder, squeezing you once.
"Show me where to buy," he ordered, voice dropping a pitch that sent a shiver up your spine. "And how much to buy."
You navigated to the wishes section, and he eagerly entered his card details. 25 nice wishes now sat in your account, and your adrenaline started climbing. You tapped the 10 wishes, hands shaking slightly. Rafayel kept his hands on yours to still them.
"Breathe, cutie."
And then, the light turned gold. Your breath got caught in your throat, and you swallowed nervously.
Finally, the animation played, and the card you wanted appeared onto your screen. Your heart skipped a heartbeat before pure dopamine spread through your system. You kicked your feet happily, grinning ear to ear.
"Yes! Yes that's... that's the one..." You looked back at him, squeezing his hand, "I got it! I got the card!"
You could feel him smiling too, as he ruffled your hair. "Heck yeah you did, cutie."
He wrapped both his arms around you, swaying you side to side. You still weren't down from your serotonin rush, so the preview of the card kept playing again and again. You finally came down from your high, and backed out. You were going to go to the memories section, when he suddenly stopped you.
He stared at the screen, "But is he the only one you wanted?"
"Of course not," the words slipped out on their own, and you paused in alarm. "I mean, yeah! yup."
You didn't want him to spend again. Unfortunately for you, he knew you for long enough to know exactly how you look and act when you lie.
"Hm... a little fishie told me you're lying..." he drummed his fingers on your thigh, "I think... you should keep going."
"That's irresponsible." You protested instantly.
He clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes "Okay? I'm having fun watching you have fun. So, keep going. Until you have them all."
"Rafayel...."
"The cards should be nice entertainment for me, don't you think?"
"What?"
"Don't tell me you don't expect me to watch them with you. I'm the one spending allll this money, yknow? I deserve a treat."
You sighed, throwing your head back, closing your eyes in defeat. "Don't use that against me now…! I should've known you would have an ulterior motive."
"Yeah, yeah, the ulterior motive is to see you have what you want." He said calmly, taking the initiative to buy you more wishes himself. "You should treat yourself from time to time, you know? Can't be so uptight all the time, yeah?"
You sat up straighter, seeing the transaction go through. You held his wrist, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles, kicking your feet slightly. "You pull now. Maybe you have lady luck on your side?"
He raised an eyebrow, but didn't protest. He tapped the wish button, and so you waited eagerly in anticipation.
Ten minutes later, and 312 wishes down, you finally got all the cards. You even managed to rank up your main, and you felt like you were on cloud nine. You had thanked Rafayel atleast a million times now, and he had told you not to a million and one times.
"Stop thanking me cutie, come on…" He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "I miss when you were all mean to me. This doesn't feel right."
You chuckled, trying to take this moment to get off his lap. "Okay, but I really do wanna play the cards so…"
He quickly pulled you back, this time your back slammed against his front. He was suddenly encasing your whole body, the warmth seeping into you. He deepened his voice significantly, tracing his fingers up your thigh.
"Where are you running off to?… did you think I was lying about watching the cards with you?" He teased, whispering in your ear. "I wanna see what you see in him."
"Raf-"
"Shh…" he shook his head, wrapping his hands around your waist even more tightly, rubbing your sides slightly. "Come on. Let me see. Please?"
"I'm your assistant…"
"For like the last sixteen years, yeah. I know."
You gave up, and opened up the card's story.
It was nearing the hot spring, and your heart was racing. Rafayel had been nothing but pouty, constantly comparing himself to the LI. He would groan dramatically, saying how he could do better, how he was funnier, how he was hotter…. and everytime you'd chuckle, elbowing him slightly to get his focus back onto the game. If he wanted to watch, then he should watch properly.
"Seriously? All he does is whine and pout." He squeezed your hip, "Why do you like this guy?"
You hummed, shrugging your shoulders. You didn't want to point out how the LI was similar to Rafayel. "He is the funny, but also knows how to keep someone protected. He'll whine but he is also reliable. The back and forth bickering. What more could I want?"
Suddenly, the scene in the card shifted. You realised the animation was starting, and you completely locked your eyes onto the screen. The next three minutes were filled with your gasps, shivers running down your spine and goosebumps raising on your arm. You hadn't ever expected such an explicit banner, and this was doing nothing but feeding into your fantasies.
"Fuck." You murmured, hiding your face. "Oh my god, I knew it was… freaky, but this…"
You suddenly realised Rafayel's grip on you had weakened, his chests falling up and down a little quicker. He had been so silent the whole time. Finally, he broke the silence, leaning back on his hands. "It's not bad, I'll admit."
"Not bad?" You murmured, still clearly flustered. "He just fingered her and then fucked her! That card is honestly peak. So worth the money you spent."
You heard him breathing a little harder, which confused you. You turned your head around, seeing his face completely flushed, a hand moving to scratch the behind of his neck. He coughed, a small pout on his face.
"You like him that much?" He murmured.
Your heart cooed, a wave of cuteness aggression coming onto you. He looked so cute like this. Was he jealous? Why was he jealous? He was the one that insisted on playing the card, and had kept you on his lap. Some dots started connecting in your mind, and you started noticing the patterns. Did he… want something from you? The thought made you blush so quickly that you had to turn your face away from him entirely.
"He's… he's nice. Nicer than you, atleast." You teased swallowed nervously, squeezing his hand. It was time to stop this. "Anyways, I should go and uhm, clean up the dishes. Yeah."
"Nice, huh?"
You got up, quickly heading for the door. You didn't want to keep talking to him, not after embarrassing yourself so much. You heard some quick footsteps behind you,and then suddenly the door closed in front of you. His hands boxed your body and pinned your hands, his body pushing you to stand straight against the wood.
"And where is my assistant going without… permission?" He said, a quiet threat, leaning closer to you. "I don't remember telling you to go anywhere."
Why was he acting like… this? You hadn't seen him like this, ever. It made you feel lightheaded, very much, your legs starting to shake slightly. You freed one hand, using it to push him, darting your gaze away so he couldn't see the absolute messed up state your face was in. He didn't budge.
"Rafayel," you swallowed, "what are you… doing? Let… let me go…."
He was breathing harder, his eyes completely narrowed. He was looking at you with a gaze that screamed as if he wanted to… devour you. You hadn't ever seen this look on him, so… dominant? It made your heart race again. You pushed him away, but he took your hand instead and bit down on your index.
"He… he did it, like this, yeah?" He whispered, planting a kiss to soothe it.
You shut one eye, barely keeping the other one open. You tried snatching your hand away, not wanting to take this further. If you stopped now, atleast you could go back to pretending like nothing had happened…
Yet, you really didn't want to.
"Rafayel." You warned, voice dropping to a near hush at the end syllable.
His breath hitched, and his hands swiped underneath your thighs to pick you up. You gasped, but then quickly attached yourself to his neck, sucking and biting at him. He put you down gently on the bed, a small smirk on his face.
"I can't help but notice…." he whispered, kissing right underneath your ear, "The guy you like, is exactly like… me?"
You choked on your breath. You had drawn the conclusions long ago, but you hoped he wouldn't have notice. That you would have kept it buried. Now it was all coming to the surface, together.
You didn't deny or admit his accusation. Instead, you chose to warn him one last time.
"Rafayel."
You watched his resolve crumble, as he gave in, kissing you roughly. He kissed you like he was starving, barely letting you breathe. His tongue slid into yours, exploring your mouth. You whimpered into the kiss, head starting to feel even lighter, thoughts meddling together…
He separated, a trail of saliva connecting you. Your lower lip quivered, and you threw your arms around his neck, bringing him down to kiss him again. He sucked on your tongue, his hands sliding down your body, underneath your shirt. You moaned into the kiss, his warm hands leaving goosebumps in their trail. He bit your lower lip, quickly kissing down your neck.
"You're mine." he sucked on your neck, "Don't look at others, I don't like it… You're my assistant. Mine."
You breathed out a small 'yes', more focused on his hands pushing your shirt up. He exposed your stomach to the cold air, making you shiver, then bent down to kiss it.
You put your hands into his hair, tugging it slightly, pleading. "Don't remove the shirt. I.. I don't want…"
He simply hummed, placing a few more kisses, shooting you a smile. "Don't worry, yeah? Shirt stays on."
He trailed his hands downwards, rubbing over your thighs through your slacks. You were starting to squirm, the cool air and your heated skin fighting within your senses. His fingers finally slipped into your slacks, lifting his head up just a bit to get your consent. You lifted your hips in response, and he slid them off.
You worried for his reaction, the moment stilling for a bit. He broke the silence with a loud exhale,
"Fuck."
He bent down, biting and kissing the inners of your thigh. "You're the prettiest artwork nature could've created. Can't believe you've been hiding this from me, cutie."
You squirmed, trying to close your thighs, but he slot himself in between to prevent you from doing so. You were so flustered, so lightheaded, you could barely wait. Your hands curled into the sheets, making you resort to begging.
"Raf… please…"
He smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Getting desperate…?" He placed a palm over your boxers, sliding it down to gather friction. You could already feel an embarrassing wet spot blooming underneath his palm.
"Hah… good boy. Keep your eyes on me, yeah?"
You whined, the praise shooting through your system like electricity. He started moving his palm around your dick, making you writhe. He enjoyed the reaction, clearly, but stopped suddenly. You bit down on your lip. "What… why… don't…"
"You said he was better than me." He said with a small pout, pulling you up. Placing you on his lap, back to his chest. His hands slid inside your boxers, fingers drifting right down to your heat, teasing it with a stroke.
"I'll show you why he isn't."
You whimpered, hips twitching response. He tightly wrapped the free hand around your waist, putting you right onto his erection. He bit the tip of your earlobe, stroking you more thoroughly now. You always thought his fingers were so nimble. You never thought they'd be so skilled at this.
He rubbed it in a circle, going from slow to fast in an unpredictable manner. Your hips started moving on their own, pushing into his fingers, wanting, needing more.
Your breathing grew uneven, a moan slipping out. You bit down on your lip to stop it, which in turn caused whimpers to escape instead. He slid the boxers off, your lower half completely naked and on top of him.
"My… assistant…" he whispered, "You like this, don't you?"
Embarrassment flooded your nerves as you used all restraint left to not give into him, but he simply pulled his fingers away in retaliation. You didn't bother waiting, instantly folding and answering with a meek 'yes', writhing on his lap.
"That's a good boy." He smiled, sliding his head down to nibble at your neck. You threw your head back onto his shoulder, and he took the opportunity to kiss your lips. His fingers started playing with your dick again, gathering the slick pooling from your hole to ease the friction.
You moaned into his kiss, and he eagerly swallowed it up. A bit of drool started escaping from your lips, which he licked up before diving into the next kiss.
"You're squirming so much…" he chuckled, "I would have done this way earlier if I knew how pretty you'd sound."
He suddenly slipped two fingers into you, making all your thoughts vanish from your head. You whimpered, digging your nails into his arm, needing more. He started curling them, testing the different spots, finally hitting the one spot that made you moan loudly. You couldn't hold back anymore.
"Th-there, please… Ayel… please… Raf.." You begged, tears forming in your eyes. His name was the only thing you remembered, and even that came broken between the moans.
"Shhh, my dear assistant…" his voice wrapped around the endearment like a silken vice, "I'll do everything he did, I already told you so…"
"Hah.." you panted, "Don't have to… need you now… please…."
He kissed you again, nipping your lower lip and licking off the blood. He made the heel of his palm connect with your nub, rubbing it in tandem to the strokes. You whined out loud, the coil in your stomach starting to tighten.
"Don't get so impatient, naughty boy…" He kissed your cheek, licking over the salt track a tear had left, "Your dick is loving this. Don't deny him this, hm…"
Your climax was approaching quickly, breath becoming erratic. You peeked your eye open, if only to see him, and he looked gone. He stopped kissing to stare right into you, and the intensity in those pink irises sent you over the edge.
"F-fuck, I-"
"Do it."
The orgasm washed over you, pleasure blooming in your mind, hips twitching and thighs squeezing together. Your muscles clenched around his fingers, and he gently slowed his pace down to let you ride out the orgasm. Once it was gone, you lessened the grip around his arm, letting out an exhale.
You sniffled, "Raf… ayel…"
He smirked in satisfaction, kissing your forehead. "Yes, cutie?" He removed his fingers, "You did so good for me, such a good boy for me…"
You sat up straighter, realising you had created a wet patch over his pants. If that wasn't embarrassing enough, he brought his fingers in front of you, sighing dramatically.
"Cutie… my poor hands, how will I draw now that they're so messy?" He pouted, twisting your head with his other hand. He looked so innocent, as if he hadn't just made you see stars a moment ago. You huffed, making him smirk.
"Open your mouth." He ordered suddenly, tapping your lip. Your breath hitched, and your lips parted obediently. Tasting yourself felt… weird. Not like you hadn't done it but to taste it from his fingers…
You suckled around his fingers so you could clean his hand, looking at him while doing so. His breath was caught in his throat, and he quickly wiped his fingers on your tongue and lip before leaning in to kiss you. His tongue moved over you, back and forth, sharing your essence between you two.
"So sweet…" he whispered, smacking his lips.
Meanwhile, your hands had travelled down, fiddling with his belt, impatiently. He clicked his tongue, holding both your hands with one of his own, shaking his head.
"No, no… I call the shots, don't I?" He questioned you, not expecting a response. "Now…"
He suddenly stood up, with you in tow, turned around and put you down on the bed. He pinned your hands on top of your head, narrowing his eyes at you in warning.
"Don't move them, that's an order. If you do, I'll…" he hummed, parting your legs and sitting right in between, "I'll have to punish you."
You weren't going to test that. You kept your hands right where he left them, letting him roam his hands down your side, then up your thighs. He finally moved down to his own belt, quickly unbuckling it. He looked at it and then your hands, coming to a split decision to not use it, atleast for now.
Soon, his pants and boxers were discarded as well. His cock sprung out, already hard and throbbing, the tip a pretty pink that was starting to turn red. He was… big. You stared at the erection in awe, maybe even fear. He smirked, sliding closer and teasing you with the tip.
"What…? Don't stare like that, I feel so exposed, all by my assistant…" he sulked, even as he rubbed it up and down your folds, surely lubing it up.
"You-" Multiple insults stopped right at your lips as he pushed it inside, the stretch feeling unbelievable. He hissed slightly, throwing his head back.
"Fuck, you're tight. I stretched you out and you're still so tight…"
A faint smirk rested on his face, his eyes enamoured by you. You whimpered slightly, struggling to keep your hands to yourself and not touch him.
"Raf… i-it's going to hurt, isn't it?" You gulped, suddenly more conscious.
The smirk wiped off his face, and for the first time he looked nervous. He didn't deny it, instead rubbing your stomach with his palm, trying to soothe you. He hovered over you, his lips softly connecting with yours, calming you down.
"Only… for a bit. Then it'll feel really, really good." He whispered, "I promise. Trust me, yeah?"
You were positively soaked, and that reassurance sealed the deal for you. You parted your thighs even more, giving him the space to move. He gripped your hips, squeezing it slightly. You dared to disobey him, and freed your hand to hold his wrists. He raised an eyebrow, but gave you a genuine smile and squeezed your fingers.
"Breathe out when I push in, yeah?" He asked gently, rubbing your tummy. "I'm going to put it in, now."
And then, slowly, he started inserting himself. You whined at the stretch, pushing out as he asked, allowing him to push in inch by inch. He rubbed your dick with his thumb, praising you throughout.
"Such a good boy, mm…" He groaned, "Fuck. The prettiest artpiece ever. I wanna paint you, but I don't know what colour could ever capture…"
His words were drifting in and out of your mind, clearly having melted completely. He was praising you, but all you could see think and feel was the stretch. The pain that came with it lasted momentarily. You whimpered outloud, squeezing his wrists.
"How much… more…?"
"It's in, like three quarters…" he whispered, caging you in. He kissed your neck, then nipped it. He started sucking it, making sure to leave a mark behind. He also pushed in the final bit, flesh finally slapping flesh. You moaned out loud, black spots appearing in your vision.
"Fuck, that's it. You took it all in, cutie." He smiled, brushing some hair off your face. "Such a good boy."
You moaned out again, clenching around him. He was so big, filling you in completely. He was clearly waiting for a moment to let you adjust. He traced patterns on your stomach, raising a brow.
"Am I better than him yet?"
The question registered after a few moments, and you giggled. You were so dishevelled already, drool sticking to your chin, mind completely blank. Was he really so worried? You caressed his face with your knuckles, shaking your head.
"Dunno," you teased back, "He fucks better, I think."
His gaze darkened so suddenly, and you shivered. He stared at you for a long second, and then grinned. "Seems like I gotta prove that wrong, yeah?"
He started pulling his cock out, savouring the whine you let out. He pushed it back in with a sharp thrust, the slap of flesh echoing across the room.
"I'll do it better," he whined, "So much better. So be good for me, yeah?"
He kept that pace up, slowly thrusting out and quickly thrusting in. He would groan each time he did, stretching you out. You had wanted him for so long, always trying to cater to his wants just so he would look at you. Never did you expect him to do… this.
"…Ayel… faster… deeper…." You begged. He took that command with pleasure, snapping his hips at a faster pace. He suddenly put a hand underneath your leg, throwing it over his shoulder. It allowed him to dig deeper, hitting the g-spot right on. Your fingers dug into his forearm, falling down to curl into the sheets instead.
"Fuck!" You moaned out, barely able to speak in between thrusts, "That's the spot, Raf please… please…"
He smirked, angling his hips to hit that spot over and over again. Your vision kept blacking out, the pressure of the thrusts making the whole bed move. He suddenly leaned over you, kissing you, grounding you to stay in the moment.
"You're mine." He grunted again, voice falling to a whisper. "Say it."
You would do anything that it would take to finish again, and this was merely just a truth waiting to be spoken.
"Yours. Yours, Raf…" You murmured out, more drool slipping out from your lips from the moans. The bed shook at every thrust, so deep, so good. He wasn't slipping out the full length anymore, choosing to get out halfway and then pushing it in.
"Good boy, you're so good to me…" He praised, "Taking my cock like a prince. You're my prince, yeah?"
You moaned out loud, body going completely slack in his hold. Your thighs twitched, another orgasm approaching you. He started circling your dick again, pinching it slightly.
"Let go for me… let yourself be sincere."
Your back arched, and you cummed on his cock yet again. You clenched down so hard on him, pulsing around him, making him hiss. He slowed his pace just for a bit, rolling his hips languidly.
Ring Ring
The ring of your phone broke you out of your hazy mind, looking over to the buzzing device on your side. You could barely see the contact, but you realised its one of Raf's client, someone who had been pestering you. You had left yourself be pestered, since it was a two million dollar deal.
He had stopped completely as well, so you reached over to take the phone.
"It's your two million dollar client."
You picked up the phone, voice a little shaky. The phone was on speaker, so you hoped he would stay quiet as well.
"H-hello…?"
An old man's voice came through the phone, clearly a bit tired. "It's my fifth time calling, I hope you can give some updates, haha."
You frowned, hands shaking too much to hold your phone up. Rafayel gently grabbed your wrist to keep it stable. You breathed out a sigh, still feeling so full of Rafayel's cock. You were too mindfucked for this.
"I… told you, please contact… Thomas… for more inquiries. We'll tell you when his.. schedule… clears up." You didn't like having to switch to a professional tone so quickly, you weren't in the head-space to do so. "It's just, really…"
"Oh you bitch," the voice said, agitated, "Why are you so stuck up? Just give me a free slot. I know you can make it happen faster than Thomas can, so stop being a bitch and-"
Rafayel suddenly snatched the phone out of your hands, speaking calmly into the phone.
"Hello. Am I talking to Mr. Thorne?"
The old man, clearly eager, happily replied. "Yes! Yes, I am…"
The next words didn't register, because Rafayel suddenly snapped his hips. His free hand flew to your mouth, covering it, muffling the moan that just left you. He started going faster than before, and you squirmed heavily, being overstimulated.
"Yes, can you shut up?" You finally heard, eyes focused on him. He wasn't stopping anytime soon. "What gave you the courage to insult my assistant?"
You realised Rafayel had taken the phone off speaker, so you couldn't hear the reply. You were drooling out more, and Rafayel shoved two fingers into your mouth. You gagged for a second, but quickly adjusted. Your eyes teared up, a few stray tears slipping out from the corners.
"No, I don't care for your deal. Do you think you're the only one?" He spat out, still eerily calm. "Puh-lease, I have a hundred of you lining up at my door."
He leaned down, licking up the tears that had slipped, kissing your temple. As if he wasn't making sure you won't be able to walk without a limp.
"Yeah yeah, keep talking. You lost your chance when you kept pestering my assistant. I'll make sure you're blacklisted from all of the future events as well. Fuck off."
He hung up the call, and threw your phone onto the mattress. He took his fingers out of your mouth, pouting at you.
"Sorry for that, cutie." He snapped forward, going even faster. His pace was starting to become erratic, the embarrassed look on your face must have turned him on. "I really… need to finish too, though. Don't we both deserve to get to the peak together?"
He started rubbing your dick again, circling it in tandem with the strokes. Your poor body, already so overstimulated, really couldn't resist getting to the peak again. You moaned out loud, whole body trembling uncontrollably.
Rafayel started moaning louder too, his cock starting to twitch inside you. Praises slipped out easily, his hand pinning you down completely, making sure you can't move at all.
"So good, so tight for me… such a good , handsome, pretty… fuck, my good boy. You're my good boy…"
The stream of praises sent you overboard once again, the orgasm even harder this time. You clenched down tightly, screaming out his name, heading tilting forward before slamming back down again. You heard him moan loudly in sync, and something warmth flooded you soon after.
His erratic pace turned to a slow, languid roll of his hips, thrusting just a few more times to ride the orgasm out. He leaned down, kissing you gently, licking the drool sticking to your chin for the final time.
"The best boy ever, the most beautiful one I've ever seen…"
You panted, wrapping your arms around his neck. He collapsed on top of you, rolling you both onto the side. You tucked yourself underneath his chin, sucking near the skin that connected the collarbone to the neck. He chuckled, rubbing your back.
"Getting so greedy… mark me up proper, yeah?"
He slipped his cock out of you, leaving a hollowness in its absence. You kept licking and sucking the skin, making sure it had turned red before moving to the next spot. You were sure you had loads of marks, so shouldn't you also be allowed to leave some?
Tiredness soon overtook you, and you detached your lips from him. You nuzzled into his chest instead, listening to his heartbeat. He hummed, his voice soothing you even further. You gently came out of your head-space. You let out a small whine, slapping his arm.
"You're too rough… so mean to me… and why did you cancel that deal, dumbass?"
He scoffed, "He was insulting you? Puh-lease, how would it look like if I couldn't protect my assistant? He deserved it."
"It's a two million-"
"Yeah yeah, who cares. I'll find another one."
You rolled your eyes, suddenly thinking about Thomas who would have to deal with the aftermath. "Poor Thomas… he'll have to…"
He suddenly frowned, thinning his lips. "Don't think about him."
"Don't be jealous…" you kissed his jaw, "I'm only… thinking of you…"
He smiled, and sat up. You reached your hands out, trying to pull him back in, but he simply used them to tug you up, carrying you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, putting your head on his shoulder. He carried you to the bathroom, placing you on the sink counter, carefully wiping you.
After both of you cleaned up, he took a few minutes to change the sheets in the bedroom as well. You had protested, but he was adamant on not making you do anything. Funny, because your experience as his assistant meant he would call on you for even just a glass of water.
He came out to the living room, seeing the empty glass besides you. He smiled, and lifted you up, taking you to the now clean bedroom. He laid you down gently, kissing the top of your head, then nose, and finally, your lips.
"Rafayel… you're… you're really stupid."
"Mhmmm." He nodded along, poking your cheek. He plopped down besides you, burrowing into your chest this time. "I'm all tired now. So you have to take care of me."
He then pushed himself up by one arm, looking over you with concern. "You're seriously okay though, yeah? Didn't lie to me, did you?"
You shook your head with a smile. He had asked you so atleast fifteen times. It really showed you a more vulnerable side of him, and you felt honoured to be exposed to it.
"Yes, yes I'm okay…. Stop worrying over it, dummy."
Your phone pinged, and you picked it up, seeing an irrelevant notification. Your eyes suddenly caught the icon of the game you had played earlier, a small frown settling on your face.
"Cutie, why are you frowning again?" Rafayel asked, trying to peer into your phone. You sighed, keeping it aside. You shouldn't play the game anymore now that things had progressed, right…?
"I… I know you don't like… the guy and all, but I… I've invested so much into the game so it hurts but uhm…. like I'll delete it, but-" you stumbled over your words, a small tightness forming in your chest.
"Delete it?" He asked, clearly puzzled. He narrowed his eyes. "Why would you delete it?"
"Well. I thought we were getting somewhere…?" You tilted your head. Did the sex mean… nothing to him? A fear washed over you as the probability of this just being casual suddenly looked possible.
"Duh." He plopped back down on the bed, pulling you to his side. "I… It meant something, to me. But how does that relate to the game?"
"I can't play a game with hot men and also be… with you, you know? Men don't like that, I know…" you smiled bittersweetly, poking his cheek.
He held your wrist, kissing the finger. Then, he rubbed the corners of your lips, trying to soothe the frown.
"Do what you want. Why would I care that you play the game? You have fun playing it, I can tell."
You raised your eyebrow, scoffing. "You fucked me because you were jealous over my LI."
"Yeah, okay… buuut," he booped your nose in retaliation, "You're mine now. I don't need to worry about a fictional character anymore."
"So you don't mind if I keep playing?"
He shook his head, wrapping both arms around you tightly. "Keep playing, but you gotta get every card of his. I wanna learn what you like, yknow?"
You scoffed again, and he chuckled. He picked your phone up, holding it out of reach.
"Should we watch the other memories now?"