The Otherside Of Love || Sadistic Billionaire

Natalie’s POV

I wasn’t ready.

Suddenly, I felt I didn’t want to do this. I couldn’t.

I stared at him wide-eyed as he waited for me to move or act. The atmosphere in the room was heavy and full of desperation.

“Raf!” This was the tenth time I called him, but he didn’t respond, as if he were in another world, unable to hear me.

“Raf! Stand up, please!” All he replied was, “I’m ready for my punishment, ma’am.”

“What punishment, for God’s sake?!”

The silence continued, lifting the tension even higher.

I gulped, feeling very hesitant. Why did I even ask him to do this? Yes, I wanted to control our relationship, but not in this way!

But what if I made him understand my feelings during our intimate time in the way he treated me, just this once?

This wicked thought shined in my eyes.

However, as much as I called him, he didn’t move. He stayed in the same position.

My eyes fell on the whip. I lifted it with trembling hands, staring at it for a little while, unable to summon the courage to do what I should do.

I took a deep, long breath, then raised my hand, holding the whip high. As it began to descend toward Rafael’s back, I diverted it at the last moment!

I couldn’t do it!

This wasn’t what I wanted.

I threw the whip from my hand as if it was a snake or some dangerous material.

I bent down quickly next to him, hugged him from the side, and said, “Raf, I’m sorry! I don’t want this!”

Hot liquid dropped on my arm, and I lifted my gaze to his face to see tears in his eyes. I blinked, then panicked. This was the first time in my life I had seen Rafael cry; even at his father’s funeral, he hadn’t shed a tear.

I cupped his face and mumbled, “Raf!”

Even though I was staring right into his eyes, I could tell he wasn’t really looking back at me. His eyes were fixed on mine, but his gaze was distant, as if he was locked inside memories.

His body was so cold, and his heart was beating crazily. I felt a surge of worry. What was going on?This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“Raf, bebe, please answer me. You’re terrifying me!” I said in a soft voice.

But there were no signs that he was listening to me.

“Raf, please, answer me,” I begged him, but still, he didn’t respond.

I embraced him tightly, trying to make him feel my presence, but still, there was no response. His tears welled in his eyes but didn’t fall.

I was scared to the core.

My head raced to find a solution.

“Why the fuck did I ask him to change roles?” I blamed myself.

This was the last try I would make. If he didn’t respond, I’d call an ambulance, especially when I noticed his heartbeat racing under my hand.

I cupped his face and kissed him, but he didn’t respond. Still, I kept kissing him, pressing my body closer to his, hoping that somehow he would feel me and snap back to his senses.

He was in pain, even though I hadn’t done anything. From his facial expressions, I could tell he was suffering. My tears streamed down my cheeks uncontrollably. What had happened to him to put him in this state? I was certain that Rafael had some psychological issues.

I kissed him forcefully this time, knowing it might be our last kiss before seeking help. But to my relief, he responded and kissed me back. I felt his hot breath mingling with mine. Our tears met, making our kiss taste rather salty. Our gazes intertwined, locking us together in that moment.

He took control of the kiss, exploring my mouth with his tongue, and I surrendered, letting him take whatever he wanted.

Without either of us uttering a word, he lifted me up in his embrace and headed to the bed. Gently, he placed me down and continued kissing my jaw and neck. However, I stopped him. He met my eyes questioningly. I smiled and whispered, “Will you let me take control tonight? I want to show you my skills! To make love… I mean, have sex, in my way.” I ended my sentence with a wink.

He raised an eyebrow, then raised his hands in surrender, saying, “I’m all yours. What do you want me to do?”

“Just lay on the bed!” I ordered him, then stood up.

He obeyed without saying a word. I almost chuckled at the way he stared at me, as if I was about to ravish him. Sitting on the bed beside him, I began to remove the rest of his clothes.

“Why are you staring at me like that? You’re making me nervous,” I teased him, a playful smile on my lips.

“Okay then, I’ll close my eyes!” He teased back and closed his eyelids.

I exclaimed, “It’s not like I’m going to rape you!”

He laughed this time, despite his somber mood moments ago. “You’re the only one who’s allowed to ‘rape’ me if you want to!” He said, stressing the word rape.

I hit him lightly on the chest and snapped, “I’m the only one allowed to touch you!”

His gaze softened, and he said with shining eyes, “Yes, and you’re the only one in many things.”

The redness invaded my cheeks, so I jumped to my feet and grabbed the rope he had prepared for tying me up. I then tied his hands above his head to the bed edges and covered his eyes.

My heart raced as I stared at his muscular body. Sitting beside him, I savored every inch of his skin, and I could tell he was enjoying it. Then, without warning, I straddled him, feeling him under my control, watching his face reflect his pleasure.

Every move I made was accompanied by his heavy breathing. I moved slowly, savoring every sensation.

The feeling I experienced in that moment surpassed any other encounter we had before.

However, I couldn’t maintain control as I increased the pace. I needed him to move so I could reach my orgasm.

I shouted, “Fuck me, bebe, please!”

“You get what you wish for,” he whispered in a hoarse tone.

We moved together at the same pace. Then, I lost control and let him take over completely.

Once I had my orgasm, he wasted no time. With one swift motion, he untied his hands, removed his blindfold, leaving me stunned. Then, he turned me onto my back and took control, continuing our passionate encounter.

After a few minutes, he fell back on the bed, pulling me with him so my head rested on his chest. He kissed me on my forehead and said, “Thank you for becoming a part of my life.”

I smiled, feeling happier than ever before. It was as if my dreams had finally come true.

I felt encouraged to ask him if he loved me, so I locked eyes with him and said, “Raf! Can I ask you a question?”