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.
END OF BOOK ONE
WHAT HE CRAVES
(What He Wants, Book Two)
NOAH
She was so innocent that first night. Her shirt unbuttoned, her skirt hiked up, those full lush breasts straining against the fabric of her bra. I’d tied her wrists to my bed using my tie and she looked up at me, waiting for instructions.
“Are you ready?” I asked her.
“Please,” she moaned. “Please, Noah, I need you to fuck me.”
“I already told you. You’re not in charge of this. I am.”
I laid my body down on top of hers, my hands running over those gorgeous curves. Just the sight of her lying there was making my cock rock hard. Her hips were full, her stomach soft with just the slightest curve. I took my time, letting my hands roam over her smooth skin, teasing her with my touch.
“Noah,” she whimpered.
I kissed her neck, then slid the cups of her bra down, letting those beautiful round tits out. I ran my fingertip gently over her nipple. It was taking every ounce of my self-control not to take her right then and there, to just slide my dick inside her and fuck her until she came, the way I’d done in the alley. She’d been such a good girl then, letting me have my way with her, not asking questions, just giving me what I wanted, trusting me completely. Of course, things were more complicated now that she was technically working for me.
But I didn’t care.
I wanted her to submit to me, to do whatever I asked of her. She stared up at me eagerly, her eyes big and wide, her skin soft and supple. She wanted to please me, and that made my cock about ready to explode. But I needed to take this slow. The things I wanted from her needed to be approached delicately.
“Are you wet?” I asked her.
She nodded.
“Do you want me to make you come?”
She groaned again, her hips writhing on the bed.
“No, Charlotte.” I reached my hands out and held her steady. “Stay still.”
I unbuttoned her skirt, then slid it off.
Her panties were wet, the folds of her pussy visible through the sheer material of her thong.
I pushed her legs open. “Beg me.”
CHARLOTTE
I was laying on Noah’s bed, my hands tied to his bedpost. My skirt was off, my shirt unbuttoned, my bra pulled down. It was the most vulnerable I’d ever been in my life, and also the most turned on. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him ever since what we’d done in the alley, and now I remembered why.
He was so goddamned sexy. His touch, the way he ran his hands over my body, the way his eyes blazed when he looked at me…it made me feel pretty and desirable and gorgeous, all at the same time. The only other man I’d ever had sex with – my college boyfriend, Dan – had made me feel ashamed of my body, like I needed to cover it up.
But Noah…
The way he was looking at me right now, the way his eyes raked over my body, the way he tied me up like he wanted to put me on display…. I felt like the sexiest woman in the world.
He’d pulled my bra down and taken my skirt off, and then pushed my legs open, making it clear he was in control of this whole situation.
“Beg me,” he demanded.
“Please.”
“Please what?” He pushed my panties to the side, and his finger slid slowly down my slit. I was wet, slick, ready for him.
“Please fuck me.” The words sounded foreign on my tongue, dangerous and delicious.
Noah grinned at me, a wicked grin that made it clear he knew the effect he was having on me, and that he enjoyed it. His finger slid inside of me slowly, his thumb making a lazy circle on my clit. He played with me for what seemed like forever, his eyes never leaving mine, the electricity between us thrumming through the room. He would take me right to the edge and then pull away, varying the pressure on my clit, driving me out of my mind.
“Please,” I whimpered. I moved my hips, trying to push into his hand.
“Stay still,” he growled, grabbing me and pinning me to the bed again.
I bit my lip and tried not to moan. I was starting to figure out the game – the more I begged, the more it seemed like I wanted it, the more he would take it away. And yet he wanted me to beg, wanted me to plead with him to give me what I wanted. It was an exquisite torture.
His fingers kept moving as he kissed my stomach, his mouth warm, the stubble on his chin brushing against my skin. He kissed his way all the way down until he was between my legs. Then he looked me in the eye again, his breath coming so hard I could feel it on my inner thighs, warm and delicious.
I wanted to scream, that’s how turned on I was. I wanted to beg him to fuck me, to lick me, to finger me, whatever he wanted to do, I would let him.
But I knew I needed to stay still and quiet.
So I bit my lip and waited.