My heart stopped, my stomach somersaulting.
I heard the sound of a drawer opening, and then the sound of metal on metal. Noah grabbed my hands and I felt him pulling them further up over my head, pushing them further apart before placing them back on the desk. The cool bite of metal hit the back of my wrists, right before a clicking sound echoed throughout the room.
I realized I was locked in. He’d attached something to the desk, some kind of contraption, and now my wrists were trapped in it. I couldn’t remove the blindfold now even if I wanted to.
His hands came down onto my breasts, kneading them and driving me crazy. Then his mouth was next to my ear.
“Charlotte,” he said.
My breath came in short gasps, and I almost didn’t even trust myself to talk. “Yes,” I whimpered.
“Say ‘red’ if you want to stop,” he whispered, and then he was gone again.
He left me like that for God knows how long. It felt like forever. The whole time, my body was on fire, my pussy so wet it was almost unbelievable. At one point, I thought I might be losing my mind.
I knew he had to still be in the room, because I hadn’t heard the door open. But I couldn’t be sure of it. I couldn’t be sure if he’d left me there, or when he was going to come back.
I pulled on the restraints experimentally, just to see if perhaps they had any give. But they were strong and metal, and I wasn’t going anywhere. I moved my head a little to the side, seeing if perhaps the blindfold would slip down. But his tie was around me tight, and it wouldn’t budge.
The room smelled of sex and Noah, and that, coupled with the fact that I was tied up spread eagle on his desk made me hornier than should have been legal. It was torturous.
I began to beg.
“Please, Noah,” I whined. “Please fuck me.”
But it didn’t work.
“Please,” I whispered. “Please, I need you to fuck me.”
I wriggled around on the desk, going out of my mind, trying to rub myself against the wood just to get some relief. I loved that he had me here, naked and wanting, unable to do anything about it. And the more he made me wait, the hornier I got.
And then suddenly, with no warning, I felt his mouth on my pussy.
He kissed me between my legs, deep and hard, wasting no time as his tongue pushed gently against my clit.
“Oh my God,” I breathed, my orgasm threatening to overtake me already. My center convulsed, tightening around his tongue, and he pulled back.
“Not yet,” he growled.
He pulled his mouth away from me, but replaced it with his finger. I moaned as he curled it inside of me and rubbed against my g-spot. He fucked me with his finger, in and out, slowly and rhythmically. I began to move my hips in concert with his movements, and this time, he didn’t stop me.
A second finger slid inside of me, my pussy stretching out around his fingers. And then his mouth was on my clit, his tongue warm and wet, as he sucked my clit and fucked my hole at the same time.
“Oh, God, Noah,” I moaned. “Please, don’t stop.”
He let me writhe and moan as much as I wanted, and though I’d thought that being able to move would make it better, all it did was drive me more crazy.
His mouth moved all over my pussy, slow and deep, his fingers moving in a rhythmic motion in time with his tongue. Just as I was about to come, he pulled away from me, teasing me again.
I felt him move to the other side of the desk, heard a drawer opening and the sound of something being pulled out.
“Noah,” I breathed. “Please….”
I felt him again, back in between my legs, only this time, he wasn’t licking me. Instead, he spread me open and I felt something soft against my ass.
“Charlotte,” he whispered. He was standing in between my legs, and his hand moved over my face. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I squeaked out as his hand moved down, lingering on my neck for a moment. He kept it there as he slid what I assumed was a butt plug slowly into my ass.
“Oh,” I gasped, as I felt my ass spread around it. The pain was sharp, but didn’t last long, and a second later, the pressure felt amazing.
Noah’s hand was still on my neck as he pushed the plug deeper inside of me, and I knew it was a test – those girls had been strangled. I was being forced to trust him, to not move or tell him to stop when his hand was on my neck.
I loved the feeling of being at his mercy, so helpless, bound and blindfolded, having him fill me and touch me wherever he wanted.
After another minute, the butt plug was completely inside of me, and Noah’s grip on my throat tightened just a tiny bit.
Still, I stayed quiet.
I trust you, I thought. I trust you, Noah.
Then his hand was gone and I heard the sound of him unbuttoning his pants. He was done teasing, done wasting time as he entered my pussy in one quick thrust. Having something in both of my holes multiplied the pleasure, sending waves of ecstasy through me.
His body fell on top of mine, his hands grabbing me and pulling my knees up as he fucked me hard and deep. His lips pressed against mine as he pumped his cock into me.
“Noah,” I said. “Please, Noah, can I come?”
“Tell me how good it feels.”
“It feels amazing, Noah, please.”
“What does?”
“Being filled in both holes.”
He groaned, pumping into me harder and faster. “Come for me,” he breathed.
I came, crying out, my nails digging into his back as his cock kept pumping inside of me. My pussy clamped onto him as my orgasm rippled through my body, pulsing through me in long waves.
“I’m going to come all over you,” he growled, pulling his dick out of me.
He reached down and slowly, torturously, pulled the plug out of my ass. A second later I felt a hot shot of cum hit my clit, then another hit my asshole. Two more shots hit my slit, and a final shot hit my ass cheeks.
I loved that he’d come all over me, loved that he’d made me his in that way. I was tied up and dirty, covered in him, and I couldn’t imagine anything more exciting.
He reached down and removed his tie from my eyes, then kissed me softly.
“Hi,” he said, his eyes finally meeting mine.
“Hi.”
“I think,” he said slowly, stroking my cheek. “Charlotte, I think I’m falling in love with you.”
My breath caught in my chest. It was the first time he’d said anything remotely like that, the first time he’d even hinted at anything like that.
“I think I’m falling in love with you, too,” I said.
What I didn’t say was that I was terrified.
A few minutes later, I was in the private bathroom directly off Noah’s office, cleaning up before I had to head to class. I wondered what Professor Worthington was going to think when I sent him an email summarizing what little I’d learned from Noah. I wondered if I could get Noah to tell me anything else before I left, or if he’d perhaps let me come back after class to talk to him more.
I was wrestling my tangled hair into a ponytail when my cell phone began ringing.
I rummaged through my bag until I found it.
Unknown Number.
I almost didn’t answer it. I was this close to being late for class, and I tended not to answer unknown numbers because they were usually telemarketers.