◟ ㅤᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁.﹒ officially introducing shy!reader to y'all (she's so me!) . <3
"i like shy girls," rafe tells you casually, taking a lazy drag of his cigarette, holding the smoke for a few seconds before pursing his soft, smooth lips to the side, blowing the gray smoke away from you and stubbing out the remainder of the cigarette carelessly into a fancy champagne glass.
"you d-do?" you stammer so sweetly, and fuck, he'd do anything to bend you over right now, tug down those white lace panties he already knows you're wearing, and drop to his knees and eat your sweet little cunny from behind—perhaps even sneaking a taste of your virgin little asshole, too.
rafe nods once, then smiles politely, maybe too widely, catching your father's eye before watching him grow distracted once again with the hundreds of other business men who have no interest in you, or why you're even here, except for something pretty to look at, rafe supposes.
"i do… c'mon," he commands casually, before taking your soft, dainty little hand into his, noting your fresh manicured nails—and they're pretty french tips with a few pearl gems, classy, but not too tacky, and guides you lusciously up the spiral staircase to your father's study.
"you don't seem like the type of guy to like... shy girls," you quip, feeling yourself grow bashful as soon as you said the words, too flustered and inexperienced to be around rafe cameron—your father's number one business client.
hearing this, rafe smirks, noting how painfully shy you get around him, but deciding to say nothing on the fact—for now.
you two don't say another word until you enter the study, with rafe opening the door for you and guiding you inside by the small of your back, nearly grazing your little ass, his steel blue eyes focused solely on you the entire time, watching every cute, little micro-expression you make, wanting to know each one by memory by the end of the night.
you try not to think about it—him, his piercing, intense gaze that seemed to devour you whenever you caught him already looking at you, which was most of the time he was around, his expensive cologne and designer suits, the rolex flashing on his thick, tanned wrist, the way he was just so put together.
he was truly, undoubtedly, a man's man.
once you two were comfortably inside of your father's study, you go and lean lightly against your father's freshly polished, cherry wooden desk, the smell of cleaning chemicals still faintly in the air.
"what about you?" rafe asks suddenly, almost eagerly, his eyes darkening as he moves slowly towards you, though he knows you're a skittish little thing, and he'll have to take it slow with you if he wants you to trust him, to be his.
you swallow lightly, then shrug, your long, mink lashes fluttering prettily as you rub your pouty, glossy lips together, a small huff coming out of your nose.
"what about me?" you snap childishly, growing irritated too quickly, and perhaps it has something to do with you sneaking the harder liquor once your father didn't bother to check on you anymore throughout the evening—but of course, rafe kept an eye on you, always watchful, always penetrating, as if the man was trying to see into your soul, and sometimes, it was just too easy for rafe to get inside of your head.
you squirmed, being in rafe's presence not helping the way your mind was growing fuzzy, and neither was the liquor.
"i can tell, y'know?" rafe chuckled lightly, steel blue eyes sparkling with amusement, taking three more steps until he was standing directly in front of you, gazing down into your misty, doe-like eyes, focusing on every little detail of you, making you feel small and weak and vulnerable.
instantly, you go to look away, not being able to stand the tension in his predatory gaze.
"no, no," rafe simply whispers, gently cooing at you as he raises two long, nimble fingers up to tenderly tap your jaw, making your eyes flutter back up to look at him, your heart pounding wildly and your pussy absolutely dripping right now, ruining your pretty lace panties. "don't look away when i'm speaking to you," he tuts, as though scolding you for your lack of manners.
suddenly, you felt the urge to cry and drop to your knees, begging for his forgiveness, for his acceptance, for his love.
"it's okay, baby," rafe croons, already pulling you into his broad, strong embrace, muscles tightening around your frame and holding you against himself possessively, with no intention of ever letting you go. "yeah, it's all good, you're all good, sweetling."
"daddy's always gonna be here for you from now on, yea?" he purrs into your ear, kissing the side of your head affectionally, inhaling in the sweet, vanilla-scented perfumè you always had on, making rafe want to give you a nice, long, hard fucking as a small reward for wearing his favorite scent on you—his sweet, obedient little girl.
meanwhile, you can't find it in yourself to disagree with him or fight back, simply giving into the monster that was rafe cameron, and now—your monster.
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