“I hope for your sake, you got it plenty wet, sweetheart.” He withdrew, then helped her to her feet. “Go kneel on the edge of the bed and spread your legs for me.”
“Noah?” she asked a bit anxiously.
“Do it, Zara. By the time we’re through, you’re going to give me everything.”
He stood to one side and waited for her to comply. She knew she had little to no choice and was starting to feel as though she didn’t really want one. She’d never be meek and submissive, but there was something incredibly erotic about the way Noah handled her and seemed to know what she needed long before she did. She had to admit, if only to herself, he seemed to value her fire and spirit.
She positioned herself on the bed and watched as he removed his jeans. His cock looked like a pillar of stone attached to his groin. She had no doubt in her mind when he talked about making it difficult for her to walk, he had the ability to get the job done.
“Eyes front,” he snarled.
His cock grazed her outer lips as it pushed between her legs. She was surprised when he didn’t mount her, only inserted several fingers into her dripping cunt.
“That’s the way I like my woman, wet and needy.”
“Noah, please?”
“Please what, sweetheart?”
“Please, fuck me?”
“I plan to, only it’s not your pussy I plan to fuck first.”
“What?”
He chuckled. “You heard me. I’m going to fuck your bottom hole.”
“No,” she wailed and started to crawl forward.
He placed his hand on top of her shoulder and pulled her back into place.
“Yes, Zara. You went out of your way to disobey me in every way you could think of. When you show me just how defiant and stubborn you can be, I’m going to show you just how dominant and determined I can be. Now, settle down and ask me to fuck your asshole.”
“I won’t.”
He swatted her between the legs while still holding onto her shoulder. His grip meant she couldn’t move forward from the force of the blow and just had to let her pussy absorb it.
“Ask me to fuck your asshole.”
“Noah, please don’t make me do this.”
He landed another hard swat between her legs, then repeated himself.
“Noah, I won’t fight you, but don’t make me ask.”
His hand landed a third strike, and she yowled in response.
“You will ask me, so I know that you know you damn well deserve it. Ask me.”
“All right. Noah, will you please fuck my ass? I’m sorry for what I did, and I don’t want you to be angry anymore.”
“Not exactly what I wanted, but it’ll do.” His tone had gone from harsh and commanding to sensual and reassuring.
He pressed the head of his cock against her dark rosette, pushing past the ring of tight muscle that had always protected her most secret hole from intrusion. He wasn’t rough or fast, just relentless. The entrance to her back passage began to give way, and he groaned in carnal exultation. Reaching under her, he rubbed her clit, making it hard for her to think about what he was doing. He gained ground in her dark passage inch by inch, groaning and grunting in a supremely satisfied male way.
“That’s my good girl,” he soothed. “You can take it all. Give to me Zara. Let me take your last virgin hole.”
One of his hands pleasured her swollen nub as he seated himself in her ass. He thrust into her, and the inner walls of her pussy shook and quivered as she tried to make sense of the intense pleasure he was giving her. She cried out in an unexpected climax from his fondling and stroking. His other hand grasping her hip, he slowly moved inside her. She caught her breath as he rubbed, tugged, and pinched her clitoris in rhythm to his use of her bottom hole. The slight pain and discomfort gave way, and arousal surged to the forefront. She moaned at the new hedonistic gratification he was inflicting on her.
“That’s my good girl,” he said and moved more deliberately.
“Yes,” she said, making a sound half hiss and half sigh. “Noah, yes!”
He kept one hand on her shoulder, pressing her back, ensuring she couldn’t escape from his exquisite mastery of her body. Another orgasm built in response to the knowledge he was about to shoot his load into her ass for the first time. She neared the crest of her own climax as he shoved three fingers into her gaping cunt and finger fucked her pussy. As he drove into her ass with more power, he gave one more surge, and his cock spilled his cum inside her. She screamed, caught up in the maelstrom of her own orgasm. He caught her by her hips and held her as his cock jerked within her, ensuring his entire load was deposited.
Noah leaned over her back, murmuring kisses up her spine and across her shoulder blades, then withdrew slowly and gently, allowing her to slide onto her belly. Following her down, he stretched out alongside her, running his hands up and down her body, lightly caressing her in a way both tender and erotic.
He started to get up, but Zara reached for him.
“Stay?”
“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart. I thought we could go take a shower, then figure out what we want for dinner.”
“You’re assuming I could help with that. That’s a pretty big assumption.”
He chuckled, and she wondered when she’d gone from hating that sound to it making her quiver inside.
“No, I thought I’d either let you lie here on your belly or on the couch while I made something to eat. It looks like whoever stocked the pantry and fridge made sure we had enough to cook for at least a week.”
“I’m not allowed to sit up?” she challenged softly, catching her breath at the pain that resulted from his lightly tracing a fingertip down one of her welts.
“You can if you like, but pillow or not, I think you’ll be more comfortable on your belly.”
He stood and lifted her in his arms, then carried her into the shower. She sighed in pure, unadulterated bliss as he washed them both, the hot shower soothing her tired and aching body. He held her close and let her rely on his strength. She relaxed into him and rubbed herself against him, sighing in peaceful ecstasy. When she was ready to leave the shower, she nuzzled him a last time, then found the strength to stand on her own without his support. Noah leaned forward and turned off the shower, helping her step out.
He used the big fluffy towels to dry them off, then handed her one of his shirts as he pulled on a pair of jeans. Swinging her up in his arms, he carried her into the sitting room, making sure she would be comfortable lying on her belly, watching him in the kitchen. She rolled to her side, wincing a bit, but she could see him better. She had to acknowledge watching Noah was becoming a habit she rather liked. He moved with power and grace, his movements deliberate and sensual.
He was a conundrum, a man with a murky past, one of the people Ethan McDaniel had brought on board with his private security firm. There had to be a story there—one he didn’t necessarily want to expose to the world, but one she wanted to know.
“Noah?”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Can I ask you something?”
“You can ask me anything you like. Whether I answer will depend on your need to know and whether we’re on or off-the-record.”
“How about if I agree we are off-the-record unless I tell you otherwise…”