What He Needs(8)

He pulled back, looking at me, running his finger down over my lips. “You are so beautiful,” he rasped. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. Which is why it makes me so disappointed when I think you don’t trust me. Do you understand?”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

He pulled his body back away from me, and I almost cried out, that’s how awful it felt to be away from him.

“Take your shirt off, Charlotte,” he said.

I reached down and grabbed my sweater, pulling it off and throwing it onto the floor.

“Pull your bra down so I can see your tits.”

His eyes never left mine as I pulled the straps down and then grasped the cups, pulling them down until my nipples were sticking straight out, hard and exposed.

He reached out and grabbed a nipple in each hand, stroking them gently, applying more and more pressure until finally he squeezed. I cried out.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

It was hard to keep my eyes on his. The intensity of the electricity that sparked between us was almost too much to bear. I’d never felt anything like it before, had never even thought I could experience something so overwhelming. I ached for him to be near me, for me to be able to get close to him on every level – emotionally, physically, spiritually. And when I looked into his eyes, it was like a shock wave, taking me to a place where I feel that need so viscerally I almost couldn’t take it.

Noah kissed my neck, moving down over my cleavage, taking a nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the peak and making me dizzy. He slid down lower, his mouth moving over my stomach.

A flush of embarrassment pinked my cheeks – I was self-conscious about my stomach, had always felt like it should be tighter, flatter, smoother. Noah’s body was perfect, cut out of stone, every muscle defined and chiseled. That someone so beautiful was going to see all my flaws made me feel vulnerable.

I tried to push him away, but he held me close, kneeling down and kissing my stomach, his tongue sliding down until he reached the top of my skirt. “You are beautiful,” he said. “I love everything about your body.”

He unhooked my skirt, pulled it over my legs and down to my feet until I stepped out of it.

Then his mouth was on my thighs, pushing the folds of my pussy open, licking my slit until he reached my clit, his tongue swirling around it. The whole time, our eyes were locked on each other.

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.

I closed my eyes and threw my head back, waiting for the sweet release of my orgasm. But Noah wasn’t going to let me off that easy.

Instead, he stood up, leaving me standing there with my breasts out and my panties pulled down just over my pussy.

He stepped back and looked at me, the sides of his mouth twitching up into a wicked little grin. It was the grin of a man who knew he was in control and was enjoying every single second of it.

“Turn around, Charlotte,” he commanded. I turned around, and he pushed me down onto the counter again, my cheek hitting the cool marble. His hand slid down my back, slowly and deliberately. My whole body broke out into goose bumps.

When he got to my ass, he slapped it.

“Do you trust me, Charlotte?” he asked.

I thought about it a beat too long, causing him to spank me again.

“Obviously you don’t,” he said, his palm smacking my backside. “I thought we went over this at the club. I thought you understood that your trust is required if you and I are going to be in a relationship.”

I wasn’t sure what kind of relationship he was talking about, but I loved that he was talking about us as if we were a couple, a package, two people who wanted to be together.

He hit me again. This slap was harder, his intent clear --- I needed to submit to him, and in order to do that completely, I had to trust him. Anything less was unacceptable.

He spanked me again, harder still, and I cried out. The pain was sharp, but it was only serving to make me more turned on. It was like the pain was playing off my sexual pleasure, each one intensifying the other, swirling together to create a scorching heat that pulsed through my body.

He spanked me harder, moving from one cheek to the other, his palm smacking me so hard I was sure he was going to leave marks. The thought of him branding me only served to make me wetter.

“Please,” I said. “I’m sorry. I want to submit to you, I want to trust you.”

He stopped the assault on my ass, and I heard the sound of his buckle being undone, the whoosh as he pulled his belt off. My breath caught in my throat as he slid the leather strap over the back of my thighs. I was afraid he was going to whip me with it, but he dropped it onto the ground, and a second later I felt his cock against my ass.