Noah reached out and pulled the cups of my bra down roughly, exposing my breasts. He reached out and grabbed my nipple, twisting it until I cried out. I was so turned on I could hardly take it. It was exciting, standing here, having him look at me, being on display for him, having him use my body for whatever he wanted.
“Get on your knees, Charlotte,” he commanded.
I dropped.
He walked to the other side of the room and stared down at me, his eyes a fiery inferno. “Crawl to me,” he demanded.
I did as he said, moving across the floor on my hands and knees, my ass up in the air, my breasts out, my eyes on his.
When got to him, he reached down and gathered my hair in his hands, bent down and kissed me hard on the mouth.
“Tonight,” he rasped. “Tonight, Charlotte, you are mine.” He took a pair of handcuffs off the rack on the wall and handcuffed my hands behind my back.
My breath was coming in short bursts, my heart pounding. He unbuttoned his pants, pulling out his cock. A moan escaped my lips, and my nipples tightened even more.
He grabbed me by the hair and pushed his dick against my lips. I opened to accept it, but he pulled back.
“Not until I say,” he said.
He rubbed the head all over my lips, and I could feel them getting wet with his precum. The teasing was driving me crazy. I wanted to suck him, wanted to feel him fill my mouth and cum down my throat.
“Beg me,” he commanded.
“Please,” I whimpered.
“Please what?’ he prompted. His hand was moving up and down his shaft, his dick right in front of my face.
“Please let me suck your cock.”
“Open your mouth.”
I opened my mouth, and he grabbed my hair and yanked my head back, then slapped his dick on my cheek.
“Stick out your tongue.”
I stuck my tongue out, and he slapped his dick on it. He tasted salty and sexy, and I wanted more. I tried to move toward him, but he yanked my head back again and took his dick away.
“No,” he growled.
“I’m sorry,” I pleaded. “Please, let me suck it.”
“Suck what, Charlotte?”
“Your cock,” I moaned. “Please let me suck your cock.”
He slapped it against my face again, then ran it over my tongue. He pushed my head down on his dick for a few beats, and I sucked him, loving the way he felt in my mouth. But after a moment, he took it away.
He reached down and undid my handcuffs.
“Crawl to the table, Charlotte,” he said.
I crawled to the table that was in the middle of the room. It looked almost like a doctor’s table, covered in a soft black material.
He picked me up and laid me down.
He leaned down and kissed my stomach, sliding his tongue down over my belly button until he got to the top of my panties. “Lift your legs.”
I lifted my legs and Noah reached down and pulled my panties off, the silky fabric brushing against my skin as he slid them slowly down my legs, teasing me. He grabbed my knees and pushed them back so he could get a good view of my pussy.
“Mmm,” he moaned and moved toward me, taking his dick in his hand and rubbing it all over my slit. “You have the sweetest little pussy.”
“Fuck me,” I begged. “Please, Noah, I need to be fucked.”
“Not yet, baby,” he said. “First you’re gonna play with that pussy for me.”
He took my hand and guided it between my legs. “There you go, baby,” he said. “Show me how you play with yourself.”
My fingers moved up and down over my clit rubbing myself as he stroked his cock, moving it closer and closer to my hole. My hand reached out and tried to move him inside of me, but he grabbed my hand and pushed it up over my head.
“So it’s going to be like that, huh?” he growled. He grabbed the wrist cuffs that were hanging down from the end of the table and tied me down.
Then he moved so he was standing at the front of the table. I gazed up at him, admiring his beauty once again. He was muscular and cut and built everywhere – broad shoulders, perfect washboard abs, pecs seemingly carved out of stone.
He stood behind me and stuck his dick in front of my mouth. “Open,” he instructed.
I did, and this time, he let me suck him.
He filled my mouth, his dick hard and smooth against my tongue. He reached down and grabbed one of my breasts, his hips thrusting into my mouth, faster and faster, his cock ramming the back of my throat.
His hand moved from my breasts, grazing my stomach, my hips, stroking my thighs until finally landing on my pussy. He slid a finger inside of me, then began fucking me with his finger, faster and faster, matching it to the rhythm of his hip thrusts.
I sucked his dick while he finger fucked me, liking the feeling of being filled in two holes at once.
Finally, he pulled out and moved to the edge of the table, picking up my legs and pushing them back until he was positioned right over my pussy. He ran a finger over my face, sliding his finger into my mouth so I could taste myself.
I felt like I was going to explode.
He pushed my legs back and took me.
He thrust into me, his need taking over as he fucked me, harder and harder.
I couldn’t take it any longer, and I came, crying out against his shoulder, his hands hooked around my shoulders, holding me tight as he moved inside of me.
A second later, his orgasm overtook him, and I felt him fill my center.
He pulled out and kissed me on the lips.
“You are so beautiful,” he said, stroking my hair.
He held me like that for a long moment, the two of us just gazing at each other, his lips meeting mine every so often.
And I realized that he’d been right.
I felt closer to him now than I ever had.
It didn’t last.
Once we were outside and in the back of Noah’s limo, I instantly became self-conscious. The sex had been amazing, a complete turn-on as he’d tied me down to a table, made me crawl to him, grabbed my hair and practically choked me with his cock.
But we’d been at a BDSM club. The women there were elegant and gorgeous, the men obviously used to being with women of that caliber. But besides the obviously physical discrepancies between me and those other women, was the fact that I worried we hadn’t pushed it far enough for him.
Obviously these were the kind of things that turned Noah on, the kind of things he expected from someone he was going to be with. And I was beginning to realize it turned me on, too. I loved being submissive, loved not knowing how far things were going to go, how far he was going to push me, what he was going to do to me. I was completely at his mercy, and it made me breathless.
But then I thought about that girl in the club, the one in the open room. She was wearing a leather body suit and walking toward that man with the whip. And then there was the rack of instruments that were hanging on the wall in the room Noah and I had been in.
We hadn’t even used many of them. Was I enough for him? Was he holding back because of me? And if he was, how far would I ever be comfortable taking things between us? How far did he expect us to go? I liked what we were doing, but I wasn’t sure how I would feel if he tried to take it any further.
“You’re quiet, Charlotte,” Noah said as his limo made his way toward my house. “Did you have a nice time tonight?”