FRANKIE

I stand in my bathroom, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes trace over the new bruises blooming on my hands and legs, but that's not what's bothering me right now. No, it's the fact that Rafael left me hanging. I was so close, teetering on the edge of ecstasy, and he ripped it away from me after giving me my first taste of oral pleasure. No man had ever gone down on me before, and I had heard how amazing it was supposed to be. Rafael lived up to all the hype and more - it was beyond anything I could have imagined. But then he left me aching and unsatisfied, and now, for the first time in my life, I'm contemplating taking matters into my own hands.

God, too many firsts were happening with Rafael. I know he warned me, but the burning need between my legs is driving me to distraction. I can't simply bathe and go back to sleep - I doubt I could walk ten feet without rubbing my thighs together in desperation. Besides, how will he know if I indulge just this once? I'll just pretend I'm still hot and needy for him when I see him next.

"Fuck!" I moan, the sound escaping my lips as I slip a finger into myself. The sensation is electric—partly from the lingering wetness Rafael's touch left behind and partly from the ache that still throbs between my legs. I can't tell if it's his touch or the pain he inflicted that's fueling my desperation. It's probably a heady mix of both. My patience has run thin; I'm consumed by need. I quickly add a second finger, thrusting in and out with a frantic rhythm, the pace driven by my overwhelming desire. My thoughts are a tangle of images of Rafael—his touch, his taste, the way he made me feel—imagining that it's his hands working me over, bringing me to the brink. I yearn for nothing more than for him to be here with me, making this moment all the more intense and fulfilling.

Just as the pressure in my belly reaches a fever pitch, the bathroom door swings open with a jarring crash. My body freezes, my hand pauses mid-thrust, and my eyes widen in shock as I look up to see who has intruded on my private moment.

"My, oh my," Rafael's voice rings out, both amused and surprised, as he stands in the doorway. He's holding something in his hand, his posture casual yet commanding. I immediately try to retract my hand, my movements awkward and hasty as I clench my thighs together in a futile attempt to hide my vulnerability.

Rafael's gaze locks onto me, his eyes darkening with a mix of amusement and desire. The sudden intrusion, the embarrassment, and the heat of the moment collide, leaving me breathless and exposed.

"It's not what you think," I stammer, face burning with embarrassment. "I was just, um, checking to make sure everything was clean down there."

"With two fingers?" he asks, the corner of his mouth twitching as he fights back a smile. I nod vigorously, and he bursts into laughter. The sound is both humiliating and oddly comforting.

"I swear," I continue to lie, even though I know it's futile at this point.

"Here," Rafael says, holding out whatever he's carrying. I rush to grab it from him, nearly slipping on the tile floor in my haste. His strong arms catch me, steadying me against his solid chest. I try to ignore how much I enjoy the feeling of his body heat enveloping me.

"Be careful," he murmurs, his breath tickling my ear as he sets me back on my feet. I nod, unable to meet his eyes.

"What's this for?" I ask, examining the small bottle in my hand. It appears to be some kind of cream or ointment.

I watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows hard. "It's for the bruises. And, uh, for your...backside."

"Oh. Thank you," I reply softly, touched by his thoughtfulness despite my embarrassment.

"Also, get ready," Rafael says, unwrapping his arms from around me. "We leave in an hour."

"Alright," I nod, watching as he turns to leave. As the door clicks shut behind him, I'm left wondering where on earth we could be going and how I'm going to face him after what just happened. With a sigh, I set the cream on the counter and step into the shower, resigning myself to a very cold rinse.

***

I stand up carefully, giving Julio a small smile as I make my way to the bathroom. The plush carpet muffles my footsteps as I navigate the luxurious interior of Rafael's private jet. It's not my first time on board - James had used this very aircraft when he kidnapped Melina and me previously. The irony isn't lost on me that I'm once again a passenger, though under different circumstances.

As I walk, my mind wanders to James. I haven't seen him since this latest abduction, and I can't help but wonder where he is. Part of me hopes he's suffering wherever he ended up. The bastard caused my sister and me so much pain, all for his own selfish gain.

The gentle hum of the engines fills the cabin as I reach the lavatory. We've been in the air for a couple of hours now, though I've lost track of the exact time. Thanks to my eavesdropping on Rafael and Julio's conversation earlier, I at least know we're headed to Mexico.

Rafael hasn't said or done anything about catching me disobeying his orders earlier. The anticipation of his eventual reaction has me on edge - I know it's only a matter of time before he addresses my disobedience.

I finish using the bathroom and glance at my reflection in the mirror. The bruise on my neck from yesterday has nearly healed, thanks to the cream Rafael gave me. My fingers drift to my lips, absently touching them as a troubling thought crosses my mind. Would Rafael only ever use my mouth to find his release and nothing more?

It's not that I desire a kiss or anything of that sort, but I can't help but wonder about the boundaries of our arrangement. Our agreement is clear in its nature, but I can't shake the question of whether this means our interactions are strictly limited to physical satisfaction in specific ways. I brush the thought aside, focusing instead on the practical. I adjust the sleeves of my shirt to conceal the fading bruises on my arms, wanting to mask any lingering evidence of our more intense moments.

I spin around unlocking the bathroom door, but as I turn it, someone beats me to it, and the door swings open abruptly. Rafael steps inside, his presence commanding and intense. Before I can react, he closes the door behind him with a decisive thud, his gaze locking onto mine with an unsettling intensity.

In one fluid motion, he backs me against the wall, the cool, smooth surface of the tiles pressing against my front. My heart races as I process the sudden shift in the atmosphere. My body is pinned between him and the cold wall of the room, the abruptness of the movement leaving me momentarily disoriented.

"What's going on?" I manage to whisper, my voice trembling slightly as I try to read the expression on his face. The uncertainty of his intentions makes the air thick with tension, and I can't help but feel a mixture of fear and curiosity about what this unexpected confrontation might lead to.

"Hello, mi pequeña rebelde," Rafael whispers into my ear, his voice a sultry murmur that sends a shiver down my spine. "Did you really think I would let you go unpunished?" His words stir an intense thrill within me, my heart pounding not from fear but from the excitement of what's to come.

He steps back, his breath warm against my ear, and waits with a controlled, expectant calm. "Pull down your jeans and underwear, and put your ass out," he instructs. I turn slowly, trying to catch a glimpse of his expression, but his face is impassive, so I comply with his command, my movements tinged with both anticipation and nervousness.

Suddenly, I feel something cool and foreign between my legs. Looking down, I see a sleek, black butt plug, its smooth surface gleaming under the faint light. Rafael's fingers expertly rub it against my core, and I feel the heat and moisture pooling at its contact. Even without the plug, his warm hands on my waist are enough to make me drip with desire.

A moan escapes my lips as he continues to rub the plug against my entrance, soaking it with my juices. The sensation is both tantalizing and unbearable, and when he finally pulls it away, a desperate cry escapes me, the void left behind feeling almost painfully empty.

"We're going to get your ass ready while I also punish you for disobeying me," Rafael says, his tone resolute. His fingers trace a path to my core before moving to my ass. I tense instinctively, trying to push his hand away, but his calm command, "Relax," makes me yield.

"If you don't relax, it will hurt," he warns softly. His fingers move with deliberate care, slowly thrusting before he begins to insert the plug into my ass. The sensation of being filled is overwhelming, and I focus on breathing deeply through my nose to help ease the tension. The fullness is both discomforting and electrifying, a blend of pain and pleasure.

"Put on your clothes," Rafael commands once the plug is in place, and I obey, slipping my jeans and underwear back on with trembling hands. When I turn to face him, my eyes seek any hint of what's next, but he remains silent, his expression unreadable. Without a word, he steps out of the bathroom, leaving me to grapple with the full extent of my anticipation and the weight of my punishment.

I follow Rafael out of the bathroom, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. I take my seat, but the second my ass makes contact with the chair, a sudden jolt of thrust from the plug inside me makes me yelp and shoot up from my seat. The sensation is electric—sharp, unexpected, and overwhelmingly intense. Oh my God, what was that? Is it the thing he put inside me?

I sit back down carefully, waiting for another wave of the strange sensation, my body tensed with anticipation. Seconds tick by, and I start to wonder if there might be something on my seat causing the unexpected thrusts. I check discreetly but find nothing amiss. As I start to relax, the thrust returns with a vengeance, stronger and more insistent than before. A moan slips from my lips, involuntary and betraying the intense pleasure I'm experiencing.

I quickly slap my hand over my mouth, my eyes darting around the room in a desperate plea that no one noticed. My gaze locks with Rafael's, and the realization hits me with a shocking clarity—this relentless, throbbing sensation is his doing. The glint of satisfaction in his eyes confirms it. This is my punishment. The realization makes my pulse race even faster, and I can't help but feel overwhelmed by the situation. Oh God, I'm fucked once again.

"Is everything alright?" Julio's voice breaks through the haze of my focus, causing me to tear my eyes away from Rafael. I manage a strained, forced smile as I nod. Rafael has taken things up a notch, intensifying the vibrations of the butt plug lodged inside me. The sensation is overwhelming, and I'm on the brink of losing control. My breathing is ragged, and I can hardly keep myself upright.

"Are you sure?" Julio presses, his gaze dropping to my clenched hand, gripping the armrest as if my life depends on it. I nod again, unable to vocalize anything more. The pleasure is so intense that only a moan would escape me if I let down my guard. I turn back to Rafael, who's smirking at me with a sadistic delight as though he's holding a remote control, dialing the pleasure up to excruciating heights.

"Alright, if you say so," Julio says, though his concern is evident. He turns back to his task, but I barely register his presence. My entire focus is consumed by the relentless torment Rafael is subjecting me to. Each jolt of the plug is like a direct line to my core, and I'm struggling to breathe through the waves of pleasure. But just as I'm about to tip over the edge, Rafael abruptly stops the thrusting, leaving me on the verge of an orgasm that never quite comes. It's maddening, and I feel like I'm going to burst from the frustration of being so tantalizingly close.

Hours stretch on, and the torment continues. The entire 17-hour journey to Mexico becomes a relentless cycle of near-orgasms, each time Rafael bringing me to the precipice only to pull back, leaving me in a state of perpetual, desperate need. I deeply regret not heeding his earlier warnings. This is orgasmic hell.

The only respite comes when Rafael receives an important call. He and Julio discuss it, leaving me a brief moment of relief. Exhausted, I manage to doze off for a few minutes, my body too spent to stay alert. When I wake, the sensation in my ass is maddening. I'm bent forward, biting down on my lip to stifle the moans threatening to escape.

But then, something changes. Rafael finally allows me to cum. The release is explosive, and I pant heavily, gasping for air as I sit up. My eyes lock with his, and he's so close I can see every detail of his face, his eyes dark with satisfaction.

"Next time, will you obey, mi pequeña rebelde?" he asks, his voice soft yet commanding, as he brushes a damp strand of hair away from my face, which is glistening with sweat from the intensity of the orgasm.

"Yes, I will," I respond, my voice shaky but sincere. I mean it this time. The thought of enduring this kind of torment again is unbearable.

"Good," he says, his approval evident. Standing to his full height, he extends his hand to me. "Let's go take it out." I stand unsteadily, leaning against him. I'm so exhausted that walking on my own is impossible. Rafael lifts me into his arms effortlessly and carries me to the bathroom.

Once there, he removes the plug with gentle precision. He then uses a moist towelette from a travel kit to clean me gently between my legs and around my ass. His movements are tender and considerate, a contrast to the commanding presence he usually presents.

Standing to his full height once he's done, he discards the towelette in the sink. "Go to the bedroom and rest for an hour before we land," he instructs. I nod gratefully and make my way to the bedroom, hoping for a few moments of peace without any more surprises.