Crawl: Part Two
Warnings: Smut, use of sex toys, dom/sub themes, bondage, sub!reader, dom!Rafe Cameron, minor overstimulation.
Summary: After her first scene with Rafe, the reader has been anxiously awaiting the next one. And when the day of her next scene finally comes by, she repeats the process of stripping and kneeling in her dominant's room. She anxiously waits for Rafe Cameron to enter and bring her what she desires.
The ac is set just as low as it was last time. The hard floors made of wood dig into my knees just as they did last time.
My chest rises and falls in slow, deep breaths, my nipples hardening under the weight of the cold air around me.
It's been fifteen minutes since I've disrobed and gotten on my knees, and I haven't heard a single sound. Not even a door close or open. All I can hear is the sound of my breathing, and it makes my heart race.
I risk a glance at the door that leads into the hallway, and I see the light shining through it. I don't see any moving shadows that would lead me to believe Rafe is near, and my bottom lip curls downward in disappointment.
But I quickly shake the disappointment off and redirect my gaze back to the floor. He'll be here. I had to wait longer last week, and he eventually came. There's no reason for me to worry.
I adjust the way I'm kneeling and crack my neck as I wait for Rafe.
And a few minutes later, I hear the door creak open.
I can't control the small smile that stretches across my face when the scent of Rafe's cologne reaches my nose.
I hear the door shut behind Rafe, and it takes everything I have not to look up at him.
After a few moments of silence, Rafe asks, "how are you feeling?"
Swallowing, I answer, "like my heart is going to explode out of my chest."
"And is that a good or a bad thing?" Rafe asks me.
"Good, sir," I answer without hesitation.
He makes a humming noise before slowly walking over to me. He pauses for a moment before slowly starting to circle me. "I was reviewing your list before you got here and while you were waiting. Your kinks. And I saw how high bondage was on your list, amongst other things." There's a hint of amusement in his voice that causes anticipation to rise in my stomach.
"I also reviewed what you were interested in trying that you hadn't before. Sensation play was very high on that list."
He stops walking when he stands right in front of me. Then, he speaks. "Look at me, Y/N."
I immediately meet his dark gaze.
I quickly get off of my knees and stand up, craning my neck to look up at Rafe, who stands at six-foot-two.
"What are your safewords, Y/N?"
"Grape and cupcake, sir," I answer, and he nods. "Very good."
He reaches out and gently grabs my wrist. Then, he walks over to his walk-in closer with me behind him. And when he opens the door to it, I gasp.
Inside his walk-in closet are hundreds of different pieces of equipment for all things BDSM. Whips, paddles, canes, chains, handcuffs, and so much more no doubt lying inside the drawers within his closet.
"I always wondered why you had a wardrobe when you have a walk-in closet," I say to Rafe as I look around the large closet.
I see the corner of his lips kick up. "Now, you know."
I turn to face him. "Why have you shown me this, sir?"
He looks past me and at a long length of rope. "Because I am going to be using these things on you. Today and every other time we meet."
He walks over to a rack with canes hanging from it.
I swallow when I see him admire a black cane made of wood. "Sir, are you going to use that on me?" I know I agreed to caning in my contract with him, but I thought it would only be as a punishment.
"Why do you ask? Are you scared?"
Swallowing, I shake my head, but when his eyes narrow, I avert my gaze and say, "a bit if you're going to use it on me."
He is silent for a few moments, but eventually, he lets go of the cane and says, "I'm not. Not today anyway."
I can't help the breath of relief that passes my lips.
"Then, what are you going to use on me, sir?" I ask cautiously, keeping my voice meek so I do not sound like I am questioning his authority.
I see him smirk. "Nothing you won't like."
I go to ask him to be specific, but he speaks before I can. "Get onto my bed. On your back with your arms and legs spread. Keep your eyes closed, and do not move or speak until I tell you to."
I quickly turn around and exit Rafe's closet. I make my way over to his perfectly-made bed and run my fingers across the black silk sheet. My brows raise a bit when I feel just how soft it is.
I lift my leg and climb onto Rafe's bed, quickly settling into the soft, silk sheets. I spread my limbs as Rafe told me to and close my eyes. I rely on my hearing to tell me what is happening as I wait in Rafe's oddly comfortable bed.
For about five minutes, I lie in absolute silence, my skin prickling with goosebumps as my anxiety rises.
Then, I hear Rafe close the door to his walk-in closet and walk closer to me, his shoes making the floorboards quietly creek. I feel Rafe grab my left wrist and pull it before attaching something smooth and cold to it, locking it in place. A leather handcuff.
He cuffs the other wrist as well before cuffing both of my ankles. When he's done, I'm cuffed on all wrists and ankles, making it impossible for me to close my legs or my arms. All I can do is slightly move my limbs up and down.
I quickly obey and lift my head, making sure to keep my eyes closed. I feel something being placed around my head and over my eyes.
Suddenly, I feel something soft and ticklish drag across my left foot. I recoil on instinct but keep my eyes closed.
"Don't move," Rafe's cold, hard voice orders, and I swallow. I force myself to remain still, even when I feel that same, tingly feeling in my foot from whatever Rafe is touching me with.
He drags whatever he is using slowly up and down my left foot, and it takes everything I have not to jerk away.
After a few moments, he switches to the other. After that, he switches to my legs. He slowly trails whatever he is using up one leg and up the other. Then, he drags the object in his hands gently over my breasts, causing my breathing to quicken.
He seems to notice because he asks, "you like that?"
I nod my head. "Yes, sir."
He stops touching me with the object.
I can't help but frown, but when I hear something loud turn on, my frown quickly goes away, and my interest piques.
I listen closely to the sound as it gets closer to my body. It sounds like a small machine or something like that.
I feel something on my left thigh, and my mouth falls agape when I realize it's a vibrator. A powerful one.
Rafe drags the vibrator up and down my left thigh before switching to the left one. Once he gives both of them equal attention, he drags the vibrator up my stomach and toward my breasts.
He drags the bulbous head of the powerful vibrator across the nipple of my left breast, and I shudder in pleasure.
"Sensitive here," Rafe murmurs, more to himself than to me.
Slowly, he drags the vibrator away from my left breast and toward my right one, placing it directly on my nipple. I shudder again when he makes contact.
He circles the vibrator around my breast for a good five seconds before removing it and dragging it back down my stomach.
This time, he doesn't go to my thighs. He presses the toy against my slit, just below where I need him.
I want to whine so badly, to tell him that I need him to touch me or put the vibrator where I need it, but I force myself to remain silent. If I order him to do something, he'll either do the opposite or punish me—probably both.
Eventually, he raises the vibrator and presses it against my clit, and I can't hold back the moan in my throat.
He just chuckles when he hears it. "Never used one of these before, Y/N?"
I shake my head, biting down on my lip to keep from making too much noise.
I feel a harsh hand smack my thigh, and I yelp.
I swallow and quickly say, "no, sir, I have not used one of these before."
He presses the vibrator harder against my clit, and a moan escapes my lips. "Oh, fuck."
I've gotten off by myself a lot, but I've never gotten so close to cumming so quickly before. Rafe has been using this on me for less than a minute, and I already feel that tightening feeling in my lower stomach.
I begin to grind my hips against the vibrator, moaning as I get closer and closer. "Sir, may I cum? Please, may I cum?"
He makes a humming noise. "You don't have to ask tonight. Cum all you want."
His words cause the coil in my lower stomach to snap, and I cum with a loud moan, my back arching off the soft mattress.
My body wracks with shudders as I cum, and Rafe just chuckles as he watches me.
When I finally come down from my high, which takes forever, I relax into the mattress and let out a happy sigh. When Rafe hears my sigh, he takes a vibrator off my clit but doesn't turn it off. He allows me to catch my breath for about twenty seconds before asking, "safeword?"
I shake my head, a small smile forming on my lips. "No, sir."
Something in the air shifts, and before I get the chance to even worry about it, Rafe places the vibrator back onto my clit, and I gasp.
"Oh, fuck. It's too much," I whimper as I try to move away from the vibrator, even though I know it's impossible because of how I'm cuffed to the bed.
"You know your safeword," he says darkly, pushing the vibrator harder against my clit.
"Oh, God," I breathe as my second orgasm builds. "I'm gonna cum." My head falls back into the soft pillow, and my mouth parts in a cry as my orgasm crests.
My thighs try to close as I become more and more sensitive with each passing second, but the restraints on my ankles make it impossible.
When I relax into the mattress, I quietly whisper, "too much." With the vibrator still against my clit, I'm starting to hurt.
He lifts the vibrator off of my clit but once again, doesn't turn it off.
"I can't take any more," I tell him.
"You can take one more," he tells me, and I shake my head. "I can't, sir."
He just presses the vibrator against my clit again, and though I can't see anything, I just know he's smirking as he does it. I moan when I feel it, and my muscles are too tired to allow me to try to move away from the toy Rafe torturously holds against me.
It only takes about half of a minute for my orgasm to hit me, and when it does, a whine escapes my lips, my eyes flutter closed, and my back arches off of the mattress.
When I come down from the orgasm, I fall back into the mattress, and Rafe removes the vibrator before turning it off. He also removes the blindfold, allowing me to see again.
My eyes flutter open, and I see Rafe hovering above me, his narrowed eyes observing my every facial feature. After a few seconds, he meets my gaze and asks, "did I do too much?"
For a second, I think I should say yes, but as the moments pass, I realize that he didn't. If I wanted it to stop, I would've used my safeword.
I shake my head. "I would've used my safeword if I really wanted you to stop. You didn't do too much, sir."
I know that submissives aren't the only ones who need reassurance. Being a dominant comes with a hell of a lot of responsibility. It comes with the responsibility of caring for your submissive and knowing when to stop. And sometimes, dominants need to know that they didn't fail their submissive, the same way submissives need to know they did not disappoint their dominant.
He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear, his calloused fingertips making me shiver. "You did so good, Y/N."
I smile at the praise. "Good enough to continue this?" I ask, repeating what he said to me last week once our scene was over.
The corners of his lips kick up. "Same time and place."
