“Yes,” I breathed.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I said. “Please, I need you to fuck me.”
“Say my name.” He dipped a finger into my mouth and I sucked on it softly, watching his eyes blaze as I did it.
“Fuck me, Noah,” I whispered. “Please, I want you to fuck me.”
He kissed me then, softly, which was a surprise after all the dirty things he’d been saying to me. His tongue was warm and perfect, his mouth exploring mine, probing hungrily.
I pushed myself against the hardness of his dick, but just like he had earlier, he reached out and held my hips, stopping me. “No,” he said. “You don’t get to control this. I do. And we’re going to go nice and slow.”
He began to unbutton my shirt, stopping as soon as my breasts were exposed. He ran a finger over my cleavage.
“I’m going to explore every single inch of these hot, sexy curves of yours. Do you understand that, Charlotte?”
“Yes,” I said. I was dripping now, so turned on that I was afraid I might come without him even touching me.
He stood up, his hands grabbing at my ass. I wrapped my legs around him and he picked me up like it was nothing, like I was as light as a feather. I buried my face into his shoulder.
I hesitated for a just a second, right before he brought me into his bedroom.
If I did this, if I fucked him, there was no turning back.
On the street earlier, yes, it was dirty and out of character, but I didn’t know him then. Now I knew exactly who he was – someone I knew in a professional capacity, someone who was going to be a client, if not of mine, then at least of mine tangentially.
And he could have been a murderer.
I knew nothing about him, except that I’d let him fuck me in an alley, and I wanted him to fuck me again. I wanted him to bury his cock deep inside me, to explore every inch of my body the way he said he was going to.
The thought of him not doing that was almost unbearable.
He opened his bedroom door and laid me down on his huge bed. I sunk into the sheets, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Are you ready for this, Charlotte?” he asked me, pushing my hair back from my face. He kissed me tenderly, his body on top of mine.
“Yes,” I said. “Yes, I’m ready.”
He stood up and unbuttoned the top of his shirt, pulled his tie off and used it to tie my wrists to the bed.
His hands slid over my body, over my tits, my hips, my ass. His gaze never left mine.
I was totally his to do with what he pleased, naked and bound, totally helpless.
I held my breath and waited.
Noah
She was in over her head.
I wanted her more than I’d wanted any woman in my life.
But she wasn’t ready for me and the kind of demons that tormented my soul.
I should have left her alone.
But I just couldn’t help myself.