What He Decides(13)

“No, baby,” he said, grinning at my enthusiasm. He guided me to my feet and pulled me close to him. He slapped my ass again and then kissed me softly, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip. He took my hand and led me to my bedroom, laying me down softly on my side.

He undressed, then got into bed with me, pulling me close, spooning me, my back pressed up against his muscular chest.

I could feel his cock hard against me as he kissed the back of my neck. “Tell me you’re mine,” he murmured.

“I’m yours.”

He pulled my leg up gently and I felt the head of his cock pressing against my opening. The torture was unbearable. I tried to push down, but his hands were on my hips, holding me steady. “Stay still, Charlotte. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“I understand.”

His hand slipped down on my hip, and his fingertips grazed my clit. I gasped as he touched the sensitive nub, and he immediately pulled away.

“Please,” I begged.

He didn’t say anything, just waited until I quieted before he began guiding me down on his cock again, so slowly I thought I was going to burst into flames before he was even all the way inside of me.

I turned around and looked at him, the way I knew he liked, my eyes locking on his. “Please,” I breathed. “Please, Noah, I want you to take me. I’m yours, Noah. I’m yours.”

“Fuck,” he gasped, losing all control as he pulled me down on his cock in one hard, smooth motion. He began thrusting inside of me, each movement rougher and faster than the one before. With every buck of his hips, his fingers grazed my clit, sending shock waves of pleasure ricocheting through my body.

A second later I felt him shoot inside of me, and the convulsions of his cock along with the pressure on my clit made me come, too.

I collapsed against him, our chests heaving together.

“Charlotte,” he said, pushing my hair back from my face. “Charlotte.”

I buried my face in his neck and inhaled his scent. His hands drifted lazily over my back.

He didn’t have to say anything else.

I felt it, too.



***



We got dressed and ordered pizza.

I couldn’t help but grin as Noah opened the pizza box and gazed down at it like he’d never seen anything so offensive in his life. He looked at me, a ‘you’ve got to be kidding me’ look and I tilted my head and raised my eyebrows at him.

“Don’t be a food snob,” I admonished.

“I’m not a food snob, Charlotte.”

“This pizza is very good.” I slid a slice onto a paper plate and pushed it across the table to him. “It was voted best in the neighborhood.”

I served myself a slice and fiddled with my crust.

“What is it, Charlotte?” Noah asked, sensing my discontent.

“Nothing, it’s just… ” I swallowed. “Don’t you think it’s strange that I know nothing about your life?”

I felt him stiffen just a tiny bit, could feel his walls start to rise. “Trust me, Charlotte, you do not want to know about my life. It would only depress you.”

I took a tiny piece of bite of pizza, chewed, swallowed, then took a sip of water. “But I want to get to know you better,” I said. “I mean, we… we’ve done all these things together, and last night, in your office…” I trailed off. I wanted to bring up the fact that he’d told me he loved me, but I was afraid. What if it had been said in the heat of the moment? What if he hadn’t meant it after all? He hadn’t said it to me again, and I didn’t want to risk him possibly taking it back.

“Fine.”

“What?”

“Fine, Charlotte. What would you like to know about my life?” There was a wariness in his dark eyes.

“Clementine,” I said. “You dated her?”

“I’m not much for dating, Charlotte. You should know that by now.”

“Oh.” I twisted my napkin in my lap and waited for him to offer more information, but none was forthcoming. “She was your submissive then?”

“Yes.”

“You had a contract with her?”

“Yes.”

“And that’s why… that’s why you gave her a bracelet? The same bracelet you gave me?”

“Yes.”

I took another small bite of pizza but it felt like cardboard going down.

“Does that upset you?” Noah asked. “You seem upset.”

“I’m not upset,” I said. “I just feel…unsettled.”

“Surely you knew I’d been with other women?”

“I knew you’d been with other women. I just hadn’t expected to come face to face with one who was wearing the same bracelet you gave me.”