When he was done, I was standing there in my bra and panties, my hands over my head, tied up and vulnerable. The rope was long enough that I could turn around, but I couldn’t do much else.
“Bend over,” he commanded.
I bent over.
“Stick your ass in the air,” Noah growled. I stuck my ass up in the air, felt his hand come out and caress it softly before pulling back and smacking it again. His hands gripped the top of my panties, pulling them down and ripping them off me.
“Spread your legs,” he growled.
I spread my legs and felt his fingers slide up against my pussy, stroking my clit softly. I bit my lip. I didn’t want to moan, didn’t want to make a sound, knowing that if I did, he would stop.
He pushed his body down onto mine, his fingers moving in and out of me, faster and faster until I felt like I was going to explode.
“Mmm,” I gasped before I could stop myself.
“Shhh, Charlotte,” he breathed into my ear. “Quiet. You don’t want them to hear us, do you?”
His tone was teasing, like he couldn’t care less if anyone caught us. And why would he? I would be the one to have something to be embarrassed about, tied up and exposed, letting Noah do what he wanted to me.
His fingers moved in and out, in and out, sliding faster and easier the more turned on I got.
“Do you like that?” he rasped.
“Yes,” I groaned.
He reached around with his other hand, grabbed my chin and pulled it back so that our mouths were centimeters apart. “Tell me.”
“I love it.”
“You love what?”
“I love it when you push your fingers into my pussy and finger fuck me.”
He moved faster and faster, his fingers moving expertly as his thumb massaged my clit. Then, just when I was about to come, he stopped, pulling his hand away and moving it up and over my ass.
I moaned as his fingers slipped in between my cheeks.
I tensed automatically, panic and exhilaration skittering up my spine.
“Have you ever been taken in the ass, Charlotte?” he asked.
My pulse quickened, my heart stopping. “No,” I whispered.
He moved his finger slowly around the outside of my asshole, teasing me. “Soon,” he said wickedly. “But not tonight.”
He reached up and grabbed my restraints, pulling them tight until they cut into my flesh. He was going to leave marks again, and I loved the thought of it, loved that my ass was going to be raw from his spanks, my wrists red from his ropes.
He pulled tighter and tighter, so tight that pain almost became unbearable. And then the rope snapped, and I was free. It was so shocking, the loss of tension in the restraint that I almost fell to the ground, but Noah grabbed me around the waist, holding me up as his mouth melded to mine.
He kissed me for what seemed like forever, our mouths moving in a rhythm until my legs were weak.
Then he pulled away and pushed me down to the floor until I was on my knees, the tile cold and hard against my skin.
“Take off your bra,” Noah demanded.
I reached behind and started to undo the clasp.
“Slower,” he growled and I slowed down. “Look at me while you do it.”
I kept my eyes on his as I finished unhooking my bra and sliding it off.
“Hold your tits up for me,” he said.
I clasped them in my hands, presenting them to him, my nipples hard and sticking up straight at attention, my body so hot I thought I was going to burst into flames.
He reached down and massaged my breasts, his hands moving over my nipples slowly and gently, our eyes never leaving each other.
“Unbutton my pants, Charlotte, and take out my cock.”
I reached up and undid his fly, pulling down his zipper until his cock bobbed in front of me, hard and thick and perfect.
He reached up and laid his hand on the back of my head, guiding me down his shaft, slow at first and then faster, until I could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat.
His dick slid in and out, rubbing against my tongue, and I loved the salty taste of him. He controlled the rhythm and the pressure, guiding my head on his cock, taking my mouth as he fucked it.
“Stand up.”
I stood up and he grabbed me around the waist, picked me up like I was a rag doll and pushed my back up against the door.
I wrapped my legs around him as he entered me, my nails digging into his back as he fucked me.
“God, you feel good,” he said.
I moaned, and leaned my head back as he started moving faster, his cock pounding my pussy harder and faster as my back slammed against the door behind me.
I closed my eyes as his mouth returned to mine, our tongues moving against each other in a wet frenzy as we fucked.
He pulled away. “Look at me,” he whispered. “I want you to look at me when you come.”