Title - Don't You Go
Chapter title - Auctions and Galas And Balls... Oh My!
Author - OblivionsGarden
Genre - Romance/Drama
Disclaimer - I do not own the Uncharted Series in anyway shape or form. I only own the plot points surrounding this series.
Chapter Word Count - 5799 words.
A/n - Please leave a review, I'd greatly appreciate it. Hope you enjoy, xx (:
WARNING - NSFW - DOM SEX
Rafe had insisted on seeing the outfits you'd chosen for each event so he could ensure they were appropriate. You had chosen a few dresses, a skirt and top combo and an elegant jumpsuit, all of which you thought would be both classy and flattering for your figure. He did not agree.
"Send them back." He waved his hand in a dismissive gesture before taking a seat behind his desk, opening up his laptop. "What size are you?"
"What? Why?" You frowned, a little offended that he'd demanded you return the clothes. You couldn't refuse, after all he'd paid for them.
"I'll find your clothes but I'll need your sizes."
"You really don't have to-"
"Just write them down and then go and have Max return these." He pointed again to the pile of clothes he had rejected.
With a sigh you scribbled down your measurements, adding your shoe size when he'd insisted, and then headed to your own office, calling Rafe's driver to pick up the clothes.
Rafe refused to show you the outfits he'd chosen, insisting that he would have each one bought to your house the day of the events. You had tried to convince him to let you at least try them on, just to ensure they fit but he had an answer for that too by saying he'd deliver them with a seamstress for any last minute alterations that needed doing. It seemed that if you were attending an event with Rafe Adler, nothing was too expensive in order to ensure you looked the part.
The morning of the first charity ball you woke with a strange nervousness settled in your stomach. Rafe had given you the days of the events off so you could spend as long as you liked to get ready and so you tried to satiate your nerves by staying in your sweats for as long as possible and taking a long, hot bubble bath to relax your tense muscles.
Your 'team' arrived in the early afternoon. You had been expecting the seamstress with your dress but along with her was a stylist, a hair stylist and a make up artist. You muttured about how it was all too much but Rafe Adler never had been one to do things on a small scale.
You let the women set to work, deciding to just enjoying being pampered whilst it lasted, god knows your rarely treated yourself like this. Your hair was placed into loose curls and your make up was a smoky eye with a dark lip. It was much more dramatic than you were used to but you found that you actually kind of liked it.
When it came to dressing you were worried about Rafe's choice of dress. You had no idea what his taste in clothing was when it came to women and your mind was filled with all sorts of outrageous ideas. Luckily, he had great taste.
Your dress was dark purple on the top fading into a lighter, plum purple at the bottom. It was sleeveless, had a thick belt around the middle and a slit that reached to your thigh. Normally you'd never dare wear something like this but it was absolutely gorgeous and you'd never even heard of the designer that made it.
You had never felt more glamorous as you slipped it on, the seamstress tugging here and there to decide if it needed altering. But she wasn't needed tonight, the dress fit you like a glove. The stylist gave you a thick soled pair of high heeled, black sandals. You slipped them on, practicing walking in the new height around your flat before she added your belt, jewellery and handbag.
You stopped to look in the mirror, feeling like a new woman in the outfit. You smiled to yourself, running your hands down the soft fabric of the dress and feeling your confidence soaring. Part of you wanted to keep the dress but you knew you'd never have a need for it again.
Rafe was already in the car that would be taking you to the ball and you couldn't help but let your eyes run over him as he sat in his white tux. You also noticed that his own eyes were scanning your frame, appreciating every inch of you. You noticed that the fabric of your dress that was split up the thigh had fallen to the side, exposing your leg and you discreetly tried to cover your skin. Rafe smirked slightly but otherwise stayed quiet for the rest of the journey.
At the event you mingled with everyone you could, just as you would during business lunches you'd attended in place of Rafe when he simply couldn't be bothered. There was alot of arrogance in places like the ball but you had become so used to it in the last six months that acting like it didn't faze you was almost second nature.
You hadn't noticed your boss watching you with a steady eye, frowning when any mans hand lingered for too long on your arm or had wondering eyes. He refrained himself from following you around all evening, choosing to watch you instead, using you as a distraction from the dull conversations he was having to endure.
"That dress is gorgeous, darling." An older woman complimented you and you noted that she was the first woman to speak to you without having their husband by their side. "You have fantastic taste."
"Oh, I'd love to take credit but I didn't choose it." You blushed and she smiled knowingly.
"That handsome boyfriend of yours, I assume?" She nodded in Rafe's direction and you flushed. "I'm Marjorie, by the way."
"What? Oh, no, he's not my boyfriend, he's my boss." You explained, willing the colour to fade from your cheeks.
"And why is your boss buying you fancy dresses?" She frowned, taking a sip from her champagne flute.
"He just wanted to make sure I looked the part, I guess."
"Hmm." She raised an eyebrow as she watched Rafe for a moment. "If there's anything in the way he's been watching you all evening, I'd say he did it so he could have something to look at."
"What?" You felt the heat rising again as you let out a nervous laugh.
"There you are, thought I'd lost you for a minute."
Rafe had arrived at your side and the woman was smirking as he introduced himself, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand. She insisted on leaving the two of you alone and swiftly made her exit.
"Having fun?" Rafe asked, taking two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter and handing one to you.
"Yes, it's a beautiful building."
"You know, you're the only one I'd trust to bring to these events." He said, his eyes holding sincerity as he spoke.
Before you could respond or he could say any more, music started from across the room. The ball had began. Rafe took your drink and placed it on the nearest surface before holding out his arm to you. You stared for a second before slipping your hand into the crook of his elbow, allowing yourself to be lead to the dance floor.
You were quite suprised at how good of a dancer Rafe was. He twirled you around the room, stepping quite easily with almost no effort at all. When you finally stopped you had a grin on your face as you locked eyes with him. He offered you a small smile and a wink before he slipped off to talk to another group of men.
When the event was over you were driven back home with a brief 'thanks' from your boss. You were exhausted, slipping off the dress and barely managing to hang it on the door of your wardrobe before you collapsed into bed, dreaming about that dance.
The second event, a charity gala, required staying the night in a hotel since it was in a different state. Again, you had your little team of stylists to help you get ready.
This time you hair was pinned up, a few strands placed into curls to hang down and frame your face. Your make up was kept neutral with a nude lip and you wondered what dress you would be wearing this evening. Galas were more of a party than a ball so you knew it wouldn't be as fancy as the other dress.
Rafe once again proved he had impeccable taste, although a little risque. It was sleeveless once again, the skirt finishing around mid thigh. The skirt of the dress was pale pink, almost white and covered in a beautiful floral lace with soft pink sequins and beading. The top half was completely sheer, breasts only covered by panels of the floral lace.
You had panicked about wearing it, your stylish convincing you to at least try it on, telling you it was a Zuhair Murad piece. When you did you couldn't deny you felt good but you did still feel self conscious and very on display. You knew, however, that there was no time to change, you had to leave in two minutes.
Once you had on a pair of chunky pink heels that wrapped around the ankle, you met Rafe in the lobby of the hotel. He turned when he heard the clicking of your heels against the marble floor and you felt a sense of smugness wash over you when you saw the discreet widening of his eyes and his tongue dart out to wet his lower lip.
He lead you out to the car with a hand on your lower back and you got the most pleasurable of tingles running along your spine. The whole journey was silent, each of your gazes flickering to each other every so often and darting away if the other caught your eye.
The evening was an interesting one, neither of you interested in participating in the lively party atmosphere. Instead you sat at your table, taking all of the free drinks until you were both slightly tipsy. It never dawned on you that Rafe was supposed to be networking for his business.
You asked Rafe what he did when he wasn't working and he actually, surprisingly to you, gave you an honest answer. He told you of his history with treasure hunting, talking about relics he'd collected in the past. He touched very briefly on his accident, saying only that it was a mistake during the search for a long lost pirate treasure.
You found yourself enthralled, never having expected such a side to him. He was Rafe Adler, suave businessman who attended fancy parties and could afford to live in luxury. Not Indiana Jones. The thought of him running around, chasing down treasure, using a whip with an open shirt and a sheen of sweat had your head swimming and you were thankful for the cool night air when you left, leaning against each other for support.
For the second gala you spent most of the night worried you were going to expose yourself to someone. The dress Rafe had chose was khaki green in colour and incredibly form fitting. The skirt wrapped around to create an angled point halfway up your thigh and the top was halter necked draping over your breasts but completely backless. You feared that if you leant too far forward, side boob would quickly turn into full boob and so for the entire evening you'd been straight backed.
Rafe spent most of the night introducing you to various other attendees, his hand never leaving it's place on your back. Once again the two of you drank a little more than you probably should have but you found that with a few drink, Rafe Adler was alot more talkative. He loosened up when he was tipsy and he laughed alot more too. It became like spending time with a friend as opposed to your boss and you'd have been a fool not to let yourself enjoy it.
In the car on the way home, you were sat very close to him, no longer worried about your dress as you shared laughs together. He paused, looking down at you as you leant towards him. For a second you thought he was leaning forward too but just as you were building up the courage to kiss him, the driver announced that you were home.
You were quick to say your goodbye's and hurry inside, mentally scolding yourself for almost coming on to your boss. Did you seriously want to get fired that bad?
The night you had been most excited for was the art auction. You loved art, even some of the modern out you found difficult to understand and so you were ready way before you needed to be.
Your dress was simple and elegant in black, fastening around the neck and fitting all of your curves until it reached your hips, then it was loose around your legs with a split up the side until it hit the floor. You had to admire yourself in this dress, feeling very elegant.
The art hall was quiet as everyone looked around, timid conversations happening here and there. Rafe stayed by your side all evening and you smirked to yourself when you realised that you in your dress and him in his suit, you looked like a Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie circa Mr and Mrs Smith, tribute act.
Rafe kept leaning to whisper in you ear and you were struggling not to show how he was getting to you. His fingers would trail down your arm or brush your hair over your shoulder as he spoke. He spoke mainly of how bored he was and suggested you find something better to do. You longed to take him up on his flirtatious offer but reprimanded yourself for being inappropriate. Luckily, since you weren't sure how long you could resist him, the auction began before he could ask again.
Your dress for the second art auction was short with very thin straps over your shoulders and backless, the material being thin and drapey. It was gorgeous but you couldn't help but feel self conscious with that amount of skin exposed. You longed to be like those girls that did the Victoria's Secret runway, strutting around in their underwear without a care in the world.
You were happy to see that the older woman you'd met at the charity ball was there and smiled warmly when she beckoned you over. She spoke with both you and Rafe for a while before Rafe was swept away by another group of people who were interested in working with him.
"You're blind." She said once he'd gone. You frowned at her and she chuckled. "If you can't see the way he looks at you, you are blind, my dear."
"Don't be silly, he's my boss."
"Doesn't mean a thing, trust me. Ask him yourself."
You brushed off her comments, deciding to wonder around on your own for a while, taking in the art by yourself. As you neared a far corner, looking up at a brightly colored painting, someone was pulling you into a closed off section by your elbow. Rafe released you when you were almost out of sight, hidden from most but not enough to raise suspicion.
"Something wrong, Mr Adler?"
"Not at all." He smiled. "I got bored of talking business. I figured that you might have something more interesting to amuse me with."
His eyes shamelessly roamed your body, running up your legs, your chest and shoulders until he found your eyes. You gulped, trying to find something to say. He brushed a stray strand of hair back, tucking it behind your ear and letting his fingertips trail down the side of you neck. You shivered, eyes fluttering closed as you tried not to step any closer to him even though that was all you wanted. His hand moved to run down your back, lower and lower, until it settled on the curve of your ass. Your eyes shot open, meeting his amused gaze.
"Come on, I think the auction is starting." He gave your ass a firm slap before heading back to the main part of the room, not bothering to look back at you. You stood in shocked silence alone for the best part of ten minutes until you had gathered your thoughts enough to rejoin the party.
Marjorie chuckled at your shaken demeanor, having seen Mr Adler return with the cockiest of looks on his face. You gave her a kiss on the cheek before you left, having the driver call you a cab rather than wait and ride home with Rafe.
You couldn't let yourself give in to him, he was your boss and it was inappropriate. Your mind had screamed at you when his hands were on you, 'you should stop him' but the other half of your brain, the brain that longed for his touch only retorted a 'why? no one will ever know'.
You were a mix of emotions on the day of the final event. You were sad that it was the last evening you'd spend entirely with Rafe, nervous since you hadn't seen him since the ass slapping incident, aroused every time you thought of said incident and angry at yourself for feeling aroused.
You were getting ready at Rafe's house since he'd had a lengthy meeting that afternoon and would only have a short period of time to get himself ready before heading to the ball. You had everything you needed in your office after lugging it all there that morning.
You had your hair placed into loose waves with a shimmering smoky eye and dark red lip. The dress was beautiful, Ellie Sabb so you were told. The material was completely see through, glittering black flowers strategically placed in mass over the stomach and breasts and dotted about on the long sleeves and floor length skirt.
Once Rafe was ready he made his way into your office, not bothering to knock. Again his eyes scanned your frame, devouring the image. Before he could speak however, you had your own question.
"Why are we going to the ball this evening?" He looked a little confused at the question and so you continued. "The reason you said yes to all of these events was to network but everyone that will be at the ball tonight, you've already seen at one of the other events. There really is no reason for you to go tonight."
Rafe collected himself quickly, straightening the tie of his fitted black suit. "Well when the most beautiful woman in the room is on your arm you get used to showing her off."
"Hm." You bit your lip before remembering your lipstick and releasing it. "Perhaps Marjorie was right." You murmured without thinking but Rafe heard you.
"About what?"
"You." You confess, deciding to hell with it. "She seems to think you have a thing for me, Mr Adler. I can't help but think, perhaps she was right."
"Perhaps she was." Rafe's smirk caught you off guard and you struggled not to march over and kiss him right there. "Maybe we should just skip this event. There'll always be others and besides, like you said, it's not going to benefit me in anyway."
"No." Your breath hitched as you, for the first time, defied your boss. He gave you a questioning look. "I was just asking for clarification." You shrugged. "I'm actually quite looking forward to showing off this dress." You held up each side of the skirt, knowing the shifting of the material revealed more of your flesh. Rafe's nostrils flared as they always did when things didn't go his way and you smiled inwardly, your newly forming plan beginning to work already. "We should leave now before we're late."
You were buzzing with excitement when you arrived at the ball and purposely distanced yourself from Rafe. You knew that riling him up like this probably wasn't the best idea but you just couldn't help yourself. The whole evening you sent him subtle flirty glances, playful winks and you even managed to work up the courage to pinch his ass as you passed him once. When you found yourself beside him during a conversation between a large group of people, he leant close to your ear so that only you could hear him.
"It's a dangerous game your playing, sweetheart."
"Maybe I like the game." You whispered back before excusing yourself and slipping away from the discussion.
Once again you found yourself in the company of Marjorie who was stood by the bar, drink in hand. She gestured for the bar tender to fix you one when she saw you approach.
"You and your boss have been eyeing each other all evening." She started as soon as you reached her. "Did you ask him?"
"Yes. You were right."
"So, what on earth are you doing here?" Marjorie seemed confused and you laughed at her expression.
"I'm playing hard to get, as they say."
"You're torturing that poor boy."
"Only a little." You smirked and she let out a loud cackle at the comment. "I just wish I'd known about this before I'd put on my underwear. They aren't exactly pretty."
"Oh, honey, you've got to come to my place."
Marjorie finished her drink before pulling you along with her to find her husband who, luckily was talking to Rafe. She insisted that the two of you join them for drinks at their house which wasn't too far from the ball, ignoring Rafe's rejection. You saw him staring at you but merely shrugged with a small smile and followed the older woman from the building.
"Now you gentlemen stay and talk for a while, I want to show this young lady my new collection."
You had no idea what Marjorie was talking about until she lead you into an upstairs room that looked like one of the many fancy dressing rooms you'd seen in French movies. You were amazed as you ran your hand over the soft velvety fabric of her chaise lounge. It turned out that Marjorie owned her own fashion line which also had a lingerie collection. She showed you a few pieces, some of which you fell in love with.
She let you pick out a couple of sets that you liked, guiding you to a changing room to slip into one whilst she boxed up the others. When you returned upstairs you could see the urgency in Rafe's eyes. He wanted to leave and he wanted to leave now.
"What's this?" He asked when he saw the boxed in your arms.
"Just a few gifts from Marjorie." You smiled, noting the wink she sent his way and the tilt of his head when he caught it.
The two of you left soon after, placing the boxes in the trunk of the car and heading home. Rafe was silent, hands clenched into fists on his lap and for a while you wondered if maybe you'd pissed him off too much. Maybe he wasn't interested anymore. But when the driver pulled up at your house and Rafe insisted he continue straight to his, since you had business to discuss, you realised he was just tense with his built up frustration.
Once you were inside Rafe's house you were at a loss. You had only planned to tease him for the night at the ball but now you were completely alone with him in his house. You stood awkwardly in the hallway as he stalked over to you, stopping just behind you so his breath ticked your neck.
"Don't you ever tease me like that again." He practically growled into your ear. "Go into my office and stand in front of my desk."
You moved forward on shaky legs, nervous but excited as you felt that familiar tingle between your legs. Only this time it wasn't your thoughts causing it, it was actually happening.
You stood before his desk, turning to face the door as he entered through it. He tutted, shaking his head and swirling his finger in a circular motion, making you turn your back to him. You watched as he dropped into his chair, watching you for a moment.
"Take off your dress." You balked, having expected to be having him take it off for you. "Quickly."
You reached behind you for the zipper, just managing to catch it and slip it down, sliding the dress from off your shoulders and letting it fall, pooling around your feet. You bent forward, slowly, letting your breasts squeeze together as you picked up the dress and draped it over a chair.
"Didn't I tell you not to tease me again?"
He let his eyes rake over your body, eyeing the lace covering your most intimate places. You smiled a little, informing him that that was one of the gifts from Marjorie.
"I'll have to send her a thank you note." He murmured, standing from his chair and moving towards you. "You know, I've seen the way you look at me." His voice was low as he circled you, hand trailing around your waist, skimming along the top of the waistline of your panties. "I'll bet you think of me too, don't you?" He pressed a hand to your stomach as he stopped behind you, pulling you against his chest. "Don't you?"
"Y-yes." You breathed.
"Tell me." You could practically hear the smirk in his voice. "Tell me what you do when you think of me when your alone at night and no one can see you."
"I touch myself." Your confession came out in a breathless whisper, eyes slipping shut as his finger tips danced around your belly button, lips brushing the skin on your neck.
"Devil's in the details."
"I... I tease myself, my nipples until I can't stand it." Rafe hums against your skin, urging you on. "Then I-I play with my clit, making myself wet until I can stand to slip a finger inside. When I'm really turned on I use two."
"Do you fuck yourself until you cum?"
"Yes." You gasped, hearing him curse for the first time was making pools form in your underwear.
"Do you make yourself scream my name?" Again you panted out a yes and Rafe chuckled, biting your shoulder, enough to leave a mark but not enough to break the skin. "I bet I can make you scream it louder."
"Yes... please."
"I want something first." He turned you to face him, loosening his tie as his lust filled eyes bore into you. "On your knees."
You sank to the floor, hands reaching to run up his thighs. You gripped his erection through his trousers, biting your lip when you realised the size. Whilst he busied himself with removing his suit jacket and tie, you were unbuckling his belt and opening his trousers, tugging on them until his cock was free from all restraints.
You wrapped your hand around the base of him, taking the head into your mouth immediately, sucking and swirling your tongue around. Rafe let out a short, sharp breath before he began guiding you up and down his shaft. He pushed your head firmly down until you had taken all of him, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat, making you gag slightly until he released you. You barely managed to drag in a breath before he was holding your head in place and fucking your mouth.
You could feel the cold metal of his zipper hitting against your throat with every thrust and you attempted to tug his pants the rest of the way down but he stopped you, pulling himself from your mouth and pulling you to stand up. He pushed you back against the desk until you felt your ass press against it.
He reached around to your back, unhooking the bra and tearing it from your, tossing it across the room. His lips closed around one of your nipples and you released a moan, jumping slightly when his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh. He did the same to the other nipple before sucking and biting at the soft skin of your breasts, intent on leaving his mark behind.
As he continued his assault, his hand slipped into your underwear causing you to gasp and involuntarily buck against his hand. He used his free hand to hold your hips against the desk, long fingers rubbing against your clit in circles before the moved lower to push two digits inside of you. You let your head fall back, eyes closing as you moaned in pleasure. You were almost reaching your peak when he pulled his hand away, sucking your juices from his fingers.
"Take them off." He demanded and you waisted no time in pushing your panties down to the floor. He held out his hand and you handed him the garment, watching as placed it inside a drawer in his desk before returning to you.
You didn't have time to question him when he turned you back to face the desk, pushing you to bend until your elbows were rested against the thick wood. He tapped your feet with his own, separating your legs so that you were fully exposed to him.
You felt his fingers intrude again and you smiled, thinking that finally you would get your release but Rafe had no such plan. Once again, just before you could climax, he removed his fingers to place them between his lips again. You whimpered a little, frowning when he knelt down behind you.
Then you felt his tongue, lapping at your folds and flicking against your clit. Your knees almost buckled right then and there but he pushed your hips up to keep you standing. He ate you like a starved man but once again, denied you of your orgasm. This time your groaned out right, straightening up and catching his elbow, pulling him close to you.
"Please, Rafe." You moved so your lips were close to his. "Please let me cum." You tried to kiss him but he pulled his head back, smirk returning to his face.
"Mr Adler or Sir... You tease me all evening and think you can have what you want?" He scoffed. "You don't get to cum until I tell you to and you don't get to kiss me until I say so. Understood?"
"Of course, Mr Adler."
You nodded meekly as he pushed you to your previous position, bent forward against the table. You felt his hands run down your back, cupping your ass as he had at the auction. This time, the slap was harder and followed up with a rough caress before another slap hit you. He repeated the process, slap and caress, slap and caress until you were begging him to fuck you. You whimpered, pleading, hands blindly grasping at the air behind you, hoping to find a part of him to grab hold of.
And then all of a sudden he thrust himself into you with no word of warning, filling you up in the most delicious way. Your moan came out like a scream and you just manage to catch his, deep and throaty as you had imagined it to be. Once he had gotten over the initial penetration he began to thrust into you, pace picking up to a relentless speed which continued until you were screaming out his name.
"Don't you dare cum yet!" He grunted as he pounded into you from behind. You let your head drop to his desk as you could barely control your limbs. You tried to hold off your orgasm for as long as you could manage but it was useless, he was hitting just the right spot over and over and you'd never had to hold back before.
"Shit, I can't! I can't stop, fuck, I'm cumming!"
You yelled out, body shaking violently as you had the most intense orgasm you'd ever felt. Your body went limp, only behind held up by Rafe's strong arm around your waist. He pulled himself from you and you made a noise at the loss of contact. He turned you around, pushing you against the desk once more as he gripped your hair, pulling it back slightly so you were forced to look into his eyes.
"I said don't cum."
"I couldn't help it, sir."
He pulled you to the other side of his desk where he sat down in his leather chair, pulling you to climb onto his lap. You sank down on his cock, small gasps escaping you. He held your hips just above his own and began thrusting into you until he could feel you tightening around his cock. All at once he stopped, hands squeezing your waist and hips dropping into his seat.
"Fuck me." He instructed. "Fuck me until we cum."
"Can I kiss you?" You pouted slightly, longing to feel his lips on yours.
"Make me cum first."
You began bouncing up and down his cock, circling your hips as much as your could, feeling yourself building up once again. You don't know whether it was the situation, the feel of him inside you or just Rafe himself, but you knew for a fact you had never had so many orgasm build ups in one day before, let alone an evening.
Soon enough Rafe's grip on your hips was tightening, sure to leave bruises as his mouth hung open, gasps of air coming from him. You ground yourself down on him, eyes clenching shut as you rode yourself through another shuddering orgasm. Rafe pushed himself inside of you as deep as he could, a long, loud moan spilling from his lips, followed my a number of curse words and your name.
He slumped in his chair, chest heaving as he was still sheathed inside of you. You placed a hand on his sweaty chest, your own breath coming in short bursts. He caught your eye, offering a small smile before he reached up, hand cupping the back of your neck and pulling you towards him.
Your lips finally met in a heated kiss, his tongue finding it's way between your lips as you leant into him. You knew, somewhere in the back of you mind, that there was no going back now. You'd fucked your boss. You probably should've been worried about your future, wondered if you'd be fired but the feeling of him still buried inside of you, his fingers on your hips and in your hair and his lips on yours, you couldn't really think about much else other than Rafe Adler.
