What He Craves
She was so innocent that first night. Her shirt unbuttoned, her skirt hiked up, those full lush breasts straining against the fabric of her bra. I’d tied her wrists to my bed using my tie and she looked up at me, waiting for instructions.
“Are you ready?” I asked her.
“Please,” she moaned. “Please, Noah, I need you to fuck me.”
“I already told you. You’re not in charge of this. I am.”
I laid my body down on top of hers, my hands running over those gorgeous curves. Just the sight of her lying there was making my cock rock hard. Her hips were full, her stomach soft with just the slightest curve. I took my time, letting my hands roam over her smooth skin, teasing her with my touch.
“Noah,” she whimpered.
I kissed her neck, then slid the cups of her bra down, letting those beautiful round tits out. I ran my fingertip gently over her nipple. It was taking every ounce of my self-control not to take her right then and there, to just slide my dick inside her and fuck her until she came, the way I’d done in the alley. She’d been such a good girl then, letting me have my way with her, not asking questions, just giving me what I wanted, trusting me completely. Of course, things were more complicated now that she was technically working for me.
But I didn’t care.
I wanted her to submit to me, to do whatever I asked of her. She stared up at me eagerly, her eyes big and wide, her skin soft and supple. She wanted to please me, and that made my cock about ready to explode. But I needed to take this slow. The things I wanted from her needed to be approached delicately.
“Are you wet?” I asked her.
She nodded.
“Do you want me to make you come?”
She groaned again, her hips writhing on the bed.
“No, Charlotte.” I reached my hands out and held her steady. “Stay still.”
I unbuttoned her skirt, then slid it off.
Her panties were wet, the folds of her pussy visible through the sheer material of her thong.
I pushed her legs open. “Beg me.”
Charlotte
I was laying on Noah’s bed, my hands tied to his bedpost. My skirt was off, my shirt unbuttoned, my bra pulled down. It was the most vulnerable I’d ever been in my life, and also the most turned on. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him ever since what we’d done in the alley, and now I remembered why.
He was so goddamned sexy. His touch, the way he ran his hands over my body, the way his eyes blazed when he looked at me…it made me feel pretty and desirable and gorgeous, all at the same time. The only other man I’d ever had sex with – my college boyfriend, Dan – had made me feel ashamed of my body, like I needed to cover it up.
But Noah…
The way he was looking at me right now, the way his eyes raked over my body, the way he tied me up like he wanted to put me on display…. I felt like the sexiest woman in the world.
He’d pulled my bra down and taken my skirt off, and then pushed my legs open, making it clear he was in control of this whole situation.
“Beg me,” he demanded.
“Please.”
“Please what?” He pushed my panties to the side, and his finger slid slowly down my slit. I was wet, slick, ready for him.
“Please fuck me.” The words sounded foreign on my tongue, dangerous and delicious.
Noah grinned at me, a wicked grin that made it clear he knew the effect he was having on me, and that he enjoyed it. His finger slid inside of me slowly, his thumb making a lazy circle on my clit. He played with me for what seemed like forever, his eyes never leaving mine, the electricity between us thrumming through the room. He would take me right to the edge and then pull away, varying the pressure on my clit, driving me out of my mind.
“Please,” I whimpered. I moved my hips, trying to push into his hand.
“Stay still,” he growled, grabbing me and pinning me to the bed again.
I bit my lip and tried not to moan. I was starting to figure out the game – the more I begged, the more it seemed like I wanted it, the more he would take it away. And yet he wanted me to beg, wanted me to plead with him to give me what I wanted. It was an exquisite torture.
His fingers kept moving as he kissed my stomach, his mouth warm, the stubble on his chin brushing against my skin. He kissed his way all the way down until he was between my legs. Then he looked me in the eye again, his breath coming so hard I could feel it on my inner thighs, warm and delicious.
I wanted to scream, that’s how turned on I was. I wanted to beg him to fuck me, to lick me, to finger me, whatever he wanted to do, I would let him.
But I knew I needed to stay still and quiet.
So I bit my lip and waited.
His mouth twitched up into a knowing grin, and a look of approval crossed his face.
“Are you ready?” I asked her.
“Please,” she moaned. “Please, Noah, I need you to fuck me.”
“I already told you. You’re not in charge of this. I am.”
I laid my body down on top of hers, my hands running over those gorgeous curves. Just the sight of her lying there was making my cock rock hard. Her hips were full, her stomach soft with just the slightest curve. I took my time, letting my hands roam over her smooth skin, teasing her with my touch.
“Noah,” she whimpered.
I kissed her neck, then slid the cups of her bra down, letting those beautiful round tits out. I ran my fingertip gently over her nipple. It was taking every ounce of my self-control not to take her right then and there, to just slide my dick inside her and fuck her until she came, the way I’d done in the alley. She’d been such a good girl then, letting me have my way with her, not asking questions, just giving me what I wanted, trusting me completely. Of course, things were more complicated now that she was technically working for me.
But I didn’t care.
I wanted her to submit to me, to do whatever I asked of her. She stared up at me eagerly, her eyes big and wide, her skin soft and supple. She wanted to please me, and that made my cock about ready to explode. But I needed to take this slow. The things I wanted from her needed to be approached delicately.
“Are you wet?” I asked her.
She nodded.
“Do you want me to make you come?”
She groaned again, her hips writhing on the bed.
“No, Charlotte.” I reached my hands out and held her steady. “Stay still.”
I unbuttoned her skirt, then slid it off.
Her panties were wet, the folds of her pussy visible through the sheer material of her thong.
I pushed her legs open. “Beg me.”
Charlotte
I was laying on Noah’s bed, my hands tied to his bedpost. My skirt was off, my shirt unbuttoned, my bra pulled down. It was the most vulnerable I’d ever been in my life, and also the most turned on. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him ever since what we’d done in the alley, and now I remembered why.
He was so goddamned sexy. His touch, the way he ran his hands over my body, the way his eyes blazed when he looked at me…it made me feel pretty and desirable and gorgeous, all at the same time. The only other man I’d ever had sex with – my college boyfriend, Dan – had made me feel ashamed of my body, like I needed to cover it up.
But Noah…
The way he was looking at me right now, the way his eyes raked over my body, the way he tied me up like he wanted to put me on display…. I felt like the sexiest woman in the world.
He’d pulled my bra down and taken my skirt off, and then pushed my legs open, making it clear he was in control of this whole situation.
“Beg me,” he demanded.
“Please.”
“Please what?” He pushed my panties to the side, and his finger slid slowly down my slit. I was wet, slick, ready for him.
“Please fuck me.” The words sounded foreign on my tongue, dangerous and delicious.
Noah grinned at me, a wicked grin that made it clear he knew the effect he was having on me, and that he enjoyed it. His finger slid inside of me slowly, his thumb making a lazy circle on my clit. He played with me for what seemed like forever, his eyes never leaving mine, the electricity between us thrumming through the room. He would take me right to the edge and then pull away, varying the pressure on my clit, driving me out of my mind.
“Please,” I whimpered. I moved my hips, trying to push into his hand.
“Stay still,” he growled, grabbing me and pinning me to the bed again.
I bit my lip and tried not to moan. I was starting to figure out the game – the more I begged, the more it seemed like I wanted it, the more he would take it away. And yet he wanted me to beg, wanted me to plead with him to give me what I wanted. It was an exquisite torture.
His fingers kept moving as he kissed my stomach, his mouth warm, the stubble on his chin brushing against my skin. He kissed his way all the way down until he was between my legs. Then he looked me in the eye again, his breath coming so hard I could feel it on my inner thighs, warm and delicious.
I wanted to scream, that’s how turned on I was. I wanted to beg him to fuck me, to lick me, to finger me, whatever he wanted to do, I would let him.
But I knew I needed to stay still and quiet.
So I bit my lip and waited.
His mouth twitched up into a knowing grin, and a look of approval crossed his face.