Requested – Behave (Rafinha Alcântara)
We’re on our way to a football function hosted by Rafinha’s club, Barcelona. Rafinha’s in the driver’s seat, skilfully swerving through the traffic and I’m in the passenger seat, taking seflies on my phone. The sun has set and I have no decent light to capture an Instagram worthy picture. I flick on the light inside the car and smile happily at my now visible face.
The car slows down and Rafinha steers off to the side of the road. I lower my phone and stare at my boyfriend confused.
“What’s wrong?” I question, thinking we may have a flat tyre.
“Take your panties off.” He says coolly as he switches off the light. My jaw falls agape at his request.
“Come on Miss Bossy, hand them over.” I roll my eyes, finally understanding why he’s asking for my under garment.
Earlier today I was ordering him around the house with a list of chores I had assigned, and I guess this was part of his payback.
“Really Rafa? We’re going to be around your entire team.” I say, hoping he’ll come to his senses.
“You’re commanding, I’ll give you that. But I’m the one who possesses the power in this relationship.” Okay, I get it. He’s trying to make a point.
I don’t make him ask again. I carefully slip them off with all the cars driving past us, and place them in Rafa’s open hand. He shoves it in his pocket and we’re off again. The remaining car ride is mute. We arrive and park in the lot that’s already quite full.
“I suggest no bending over.” Rafinha advises with tight smirk as he opens my door.
“Yes, I’ll be sure to remember.” I say, pulling down the already rising dress.
“Hold on, one more thing.” He takes my arm and gently drags me back, pressing my front to the car.
“Rafinha, what is it? We should already be inside.” I say impatiently. The night is chilly and I really want to Rafa to hurry up.
“I’ve got a present.” I hear him fumbling in his pocket.
“Here we are.” He says darkly and I gulp at the sudden change in his voice.
His hand lifts my dress to my waist, causing me to gasp. We’re in public and I fear someone with see.
“Don’t worry, there are no prying eyes.” He whispers to my ear as he spreads my cheeks.
“Rafinha, no!” I say sternly, but he ignores me. He brushes the cold glass against my constricted opening, circling ever so tenderly.
“You will spend the night with this plug inside you, you will not remove it.” Rafinha starts to put pressure, slowly pushing in the sex toy that has never left our bedroom before today.
“Relax.” He says softly. There’s no lube to make this process easier, so I do as he says and let the plug sink in.
“Good girl.” Rafinha tugs my dress back down and takes my hand.
I struggle to keep up with Rafa’s quick steps as we make our way into the building. Due to the lack of lubrication, the pain is taking longer than usual to be replaced with pleasure. I frown at the intense discomfort when I sit down in the chair Rafinha so gentlemanly holds out for me.
“Thank you.” I say to my boyfriend who then sits next to me.
I politely say a little hello to everyone on our table before the lights dim down and the night begins. The room is dark and Rafinha doesn’t let the chance to tease me slip away. Underneath the table, his hand finds its way to the heat between my thighs. My eyes flicker to the people around, checking to see if they’ve noticed Rafa’s naughty action.
“Enjoying the night?” Rafa leans in as his digits secretly dance across my beating clit. I’m dripping with lustful desire and the plug wedged inside me is starting to move in the most pleasant way.
“Mhmm.” I moan quietly and open my legs wider, wishing for him to enter.
“Now, now baby. Don’t get greedy.” He teases. I pout as his touch disappears. I see him pop his fingers into his mouth and suck.
The lights turn back on halfway through the function for an intermission. Rafinha stands and offers me his arm.
“Care to stretch your legs?” He asks kindly, but I can see in those eyes that he has a different idea.
“Sure.” I say sweetly, looping my hand around his bicep. We excuse ourselves from the table before walking away.
Rafa leads me through the crowd and down a hallway. The chit chat from the other guests fade into the background and it’s now just me and Rafinha. We silently stroll hand in hand and it’s not long until he yanks me into an empty room. A library or study of some sort. There are no walls, only bookshelves as high as the ceiling, and an old-fashioned desk by the window. A burgundy lounge sits facing a coffee table in front of an unlit fireplace.
“Are we allowed to be in here?” I question, hesitant on taking a seat in the room Rafinha so carelessly chose.
“Probably not.” He replies with a shrug of the shoulders.
“Come on, lets head back.” I turn for the door.
“Oh, no you don’t!” Rafa tears me back and hooks my leg around his waist. My weight falls into his arms and he easily balances me. Rafa’s fingers are at play again, they begin to stroke my uncovered sex, making the leg I stand on shake.
“Are you going to play along?” I nod and he releases my leg. He drags me to the couch and sits, but I stay standing.
“Don’t be such a scaredy cat.” Rafa tells me as I look back to the door. He grabs my hand and wrenches me down to lay across his lap.
“Stop with the goodie two shoes act. We both know you love and crave this.” I don’t bother responding to Rafinha because part of me knows he’s right.
“I know you adore this toy, don’t you?”
“Yes!” I squeal, startled by Rafa’s grip on the plug. He stimulates my tense hole, sparking an arousal and making me wet once again.
“Oh fuck…” I moan, feeling the toy smoothly sink in and out. “Spank me.” I pant, yearning for a solid slap.
“What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.” Rafa chuckles. I sit up and scramble with his belt, freeing it from the holes of his suit pants.
“Please spank me with this.” I request with pleading eyes.
“Only because you used your manners.” He takes his belt and I rest back into my original position.
Blow after blow, I cry out for more. The thrashes sting but my masochistic side relishes in the feeling. I have no doubt that my cheeks are bright red and swollen by the time Rafinha stops.
“My favourite shade of red.” He comments, squeezing my behind as his tongue runs over my fleshy skin.
“Rafa, I need you.” I beg.
“Babygirl is just going to have to wait. We still have an hour left before we can go home.” He brings me back up and I shake my head.
“I’m sorry princess, we need to go back.” He pecks my lips and pulls me to a stand.
“Rafa, I can’t wait that long.” I say, putting on a sweet baby voice.
“You can and you will.” He says gravely, warning me to be on my best behaviour.
“Behave.” I purse my lips and nod.
Rafinha rushes us out and I glance back longingly at the room, I now so desperately wanted to stay in.
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