“No,” I said. “I just… I can’t, Noah. I’m sorry.”
I opened the door and rushed out of the car, running into my building before he could convince me to stay. I pushed into my apartment, my feet slipping on the threshold, my breath coming in hard gasps as I shut the door behind me.
I could already feel the tears stinging the back of my eyes, threatening to overtake me.
And then he was there, in the hallway, on the other side of the door.
“Charlotte.” His voice was low, even, commanding. “Open the door.”
I thought about denying him, but I didn’t have the strength. I was helpless to resist.
I opened the door.
He stood there in the hallway, looking beautiful and lost, and my heart constricted, emotion and desire pooling in my belly.
“Fine,” he said.
“What?”
“Fine. We can try it.”
“Try what?”
“To do it your way, to go out in public, to have a real relationship, whatever it is you want. But everything else will be my way. Everything. And you will stay by my side. You will not leave it. There will be no more antics, no more emails to reporters. You will be with me at all times, except for when you’re at school, and you will check in with me at pre-determined intervals which I will decide.” He stepped inside and looked around my apartment. “No more apartment. I don’t want your things here. You will move in with me. I will draw up a new contract. You will agree to be mine, in every single way. You will let me control your every move.” He pushed closer to me, his breath tickling my skin. “You will exist only to please me.” His lips grazed my neck as he spoke. “And if you break these rules, Charlotte, you will be prepared.”
“Prepared for what?” I gasped as his mouth brushed the hollow of my throat.
“To be punished.” His lips slid into a devilish grin and his eyes were hooded with that lustful look I’d come to recognize. He took my face in his hands and kissed me hard and deep, our tongues moving in a sensual rhythm before he broke away and led me to the couch.
He sat down and I went to sit next to him, but he shook his head. “Take your pants off, Charlotte,” he said. “Now.”
I began unbuttoning my jeans, my hands shaking as I started to slide them down over my hips. But Noah reached out and grabbed my hand, stopping me. “Slower,” he growled.
I did as I was told, pulling my zipper down slowly as my heart thudded in exquisite anticipation.
“Turn around. I want to see your ass.”
I turned around, pulling my pants down slowly, my pulse pounding as I stepped out of them. I stood there, my back to Noah, bent over and awaiting further instructions.
“Get on my lap,” he commanded huskily.
I turned around and laid down across his lap, shivering as he ran his hand over my ass cheeks, caressing them gently. Then he grabbed the waistband of my panties, pulling them down until my bare skin was exposed.
I was sure he would make me list my transgressions, the reasons he felt the need to punish me, but he must not have been in the mood for words.
He pulled back and slapped my right ass cheek so hard I gasped.
“Stay quiet,” he said. “Or I’ll make it hurt more.”
I bit my bottom lip to keep myself from moaning as he continued his assault on my backside, the hits coming harder and harder, until I could tell my ass was red and raw.
Finally, he released me.
“Stand up.”
I stood up and he pushed me down until I was on my knees on the floor. He pulled out his cock out and brushed it over my lips, his eyes on mine, smoky and blazing, the electricity between us sparking so intense I could almost see it. He pushed deep into me, holding the back of my head as he entered my mouth.
“Keep your head still.”
I stayed still and he pushed further into me, his shaft so thick my lips stretched around his hardness. His hands pulled at my hair, guiding my mouth over his cock. He was in control of the pressure and the pace, but I swirled my tongue around his head as he pushed me down on him.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Yeah, baby, that’s so good.”
He was rock hard in my mouth, and I loved the way he tasted, loved how it felt to give myself over to him, to let him take control of me. I longed to be close to him, longed to connect with him, and when he was dominating my body like this, I felt closer and more connected to him than I had to anyone in my life.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to come right in your pretty little mouth,” he said huskily, and his words sent excitement coursing through my veins. I sucked harder, marveling at the fact that I could have that kind of effect on this beautiful, amazing man.