I sucked on it hungrily.
Then he took my arms and crossed one over the other before grabbing me by the hips and flipping me over. I was still in the restraints, my wrists stuck in the handcuffs, but now I was on my stomach. He slid his finger, wet and warm with my saliva, down my spine, and I shivered.
From the main room came the sound of cheering, and a flash of me up on that stage in front of everyone, those men watching Noah control my body slid into my mind, and I moaned.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Charlotte,” Noah said. He slapped my ass hard with his open palm, and I jumped.
I felt his body press down on top of mine, his chest pushing into my back as he laid on top of me.
His cock was hard and pushing against the curve of my ass.
I tried to push back into him, to hoist myself up onto my elbows, but the weight of his body was heavy on mine and he wouldn’t allow me to move that way.
“Stay still, baby,” he said. “Keep your legs together.”
He cupped my chin in one hand as he pushed his cock in between my legs, pausing for a moment before thrusting into me, hard and deep.
I cried out as I felt myself spread out around him. His shaft was thick, his head swollen, and it took me a second to get used to his width inside of me.
“Good girl,” he groaned. He brushed my hair over my shoulders, and began fucking me harder and faster, his hand still cupping my chin. His thumb skated over my bottom lip.
I tried to push back into him, but he stopped fucking me, slapped my ass hard with his hand. “Stop. Moving.”
I stopped, but he waited a long, intoxicating moment before he began thrusting into me again.
“Your pussy feels amazing, baby,” he whispered in my ear. “You feel so tight around my cock.”
He began moving even faster, his hips pistoning into me. I tried to open my legs, but he spanked me again until I pushed them back together.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby,” he groaned.
He reached down and pulled my blindfold off before kissing me, his mouth claiming mine. I moaned into his kiss, his lips and tongue muffling the sound. He pulled away from me and looked into my eyes.
“Charlotte,” he whispered. “Tell me you love me.”
“I love you,” I breathed.
He groaned and kept moving, faster and faster inside of me, and I stayed completely still. He was in charge of the pace, the positioning, and he knew exactly what I needed to be pushed over the edge.
“Tell me again,” he breathed.
“I love you,” I said. “I love you, Noah.”
“I love you, too,” he whispered, and then his eyes changed, the vulnerability causing him to retreat back into dom mode, his cock moving faster and faster, fucking me hard and rough.
He grabbed my chin and held it, his hands squeezing my cheeks as he pounded into me.
“Noah,” I breathed.
“No, Charlotte. Not yet.” He kept going, sliding in and out of me.
“I can’t,” I said. “Noah, please, I can’t…”
He pulled out of me completely, his body poised on top of mine, his breath coming in heaving gasps. The anticipation of when he was going to start fucking me again only heightened my pleasure.
He made me wait for another long, torturous moment.
“Come for me,” he groaned. And then he slid back into me in one long, deep stroke.
As soon as he was buried inside of me, I came, my pussy convulsing on his cock as fireworks exploded through me. My orgasm swelled and pulsed, overtaking my body in a rampage, leaving me shivering as I spasmed on the table.
Noah’s came inside of me, his cock emptying his seed into my body, and I felt that warmth spread through my body.
He stayed inside of me for a moment, pushed my hair off my face again, and I closed my eyes as I became overwhelmed with emotion.
I loved him.
I loved him so much.
He kissed me softly on the lips, then stood up and unhooked my handcuffs.
I sat up and rubbed my wrists softly.
Now that the hormones and adrenaline were dissipating from my body, I was beginning to feel the damage. My wrists were rubbed raw, and a small plumy bruise was beginning to bloomy on my thigh.
Noah saw me looking at it.
“You’ll need some ibuprofen.”
I nodded.
He began to get dressed, and I picked up my body suit and put it back on. As I did, I thought I saw a flash of movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head toward the corner of the room where I’d thought I’d saw it, but there was nothing there.
“Charlotte,” Noah said, concerned. “What is it?”
“Nothing.” I shook my head. “I just… ” I saw it again before I could finish my sentence.
A slight flicker of movement toward the corner of the room.
I took a few steps toward the wall.