Be Mine

Chapter Seventeen

Frankie

“Remember when I said I’d never hurt you in ways you wouldn’t want me to?” Noah asks as he pulls me to the couch with him.

“Yes,” I breathe out. I’m on top of him, skin to skin, practically keening with need.

“We’re about to test those limits, baby.” It’s the only warning I get before he lifts me so I’m on my knees, my torso pressed to the back of the couch. The velvet chafes against my sensitive nipples that are begging for attention, my hips rocking back and forth on their own accord.

He rises from the couch, still hard and heavy, and pumps his cock a few times. I’m not sure if it’s for his pleasure or mine, but it’s like he’s priming me for what’s to come. Positioning himself behind me, his hand reaches out and brushes the hair that has fallen from my bun over my shoulder. Feather-light kisses skim the column of my neck, then my spine. His hands sweep forward, fingers dusting along the fullness of my breasts, over the swell, beneath the crease.

My spine arches. My ass sways. His cock bobs as I brush up against him and I’m on the verge of begging for him to touch me in all the right places when his fingers clamp down hard on my nipples at the same time his teeth pierce the delicate skin behind my ear. I cry out from the sensation; it burns and blazes through me.

My hands reach back to hold on to something, to hold him to me, but Noah grasps both of my wrists and plants them firmly in front of us.

“Move your hands again and I stop, understand?”

I nod frantically, desperate for him to give my body more. And he does. His hand skirts down my front, an agonizingly slow trail down my sternum, past my ribcage and navel to the trimmed hair between my legs. He gives it a gentle pull before descending further to my hot center. Fingers graze my lips, skimming the seam, taunting and teasing in the best way possible. Soon, he’s finding my clit with the tip of his index, swirling the pad lightly on the bundle of nerves, then plunging inside me. He repeats the motion until I’m delirious, until my hips rock into him, fucking myself on his hand.

“Greedy girl. Does this pussy want to get fucked?” My hands are twisting the material of the couch, threatening to tear it.

“Yes.” I sigh. I need him desperately.

“Yes, what?” He bites down again on my neck, surely puncturing skin and leaving a wound.

“Yes, I want you to fuck me,” I whine.

I feel him lining up behind me, his front molding to my back. I take a steadying breath and brace myself, but there’s nothing that could have prepared me for the burn when he jolts his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in one go. Holy fuck. I scream out loud, the piercing sound echoing through the room. Every inch of him is inside me, reaching impossible depths, filling me in an unnatural way. His left hand finds my throat, wrapping snugly around it, reminding me he is in complete control of my body.

He stays buried in me, moving his hips in a slow, circular motion that rubs the head of his cock against my cervix, causing my legs to quake beneath me. Gradually pulling back, he thrusts forward again, sinking so deeply it leaves me winded.

“You feel me? In here?” His words are hot against the curve of my neck as he splays his right hand across my stomach and presses firmly against my womb. The next thrust is brutal, and I practically howl from the intrusion. The stretch is painful, forcing me to accept every inch of him until I’m trembling. “That’s right, Frankie baby, remember this.” He withdraws to the tip, hovering there for a beat, then shoves forward until I cry out for him again. “It’s my cock shoved so far up your pussy you can feel it in your guts.”

He’s staking his claim, marking me, and with every plunge my body willingly lets go and gives itself over to him. His fingers find my clit again, circling it like an expert who knows my body better than I do. His cock moves in and out of me with deliberation, each move calculated, finding spots inside me I didn’t know existed.

The room is permeated with our scent, with the sound of our desperate moans and skin meeting skin.

“God, your pussy is sucking my cock in,” he whispers in my ear. “Hot, and tight, and so fucking wet just for me, aren’t you?”

I mumble incoherent sounds, because it’s all I can do with the force of his thrusts, with the way my body responds to him, the way he’s fucking me like his life depends on it.

He rains down a wicked blow to my center, lashing at my sensitive clit. The cracking sound momentarily stunning me.

“Aren’t you?” He punctuates his words with another slap, and another. God, I forgot what he even asked I’m so drunk on lust. One more slap and the sensation rings through me like an electric current zapping my nervous system.

“Oh God, yes, yes. Please.” What I’m pleading for? I don’t know, but I’m so close to the edge I’ve lost all sense of myself. I’m just a ball of want and need.

His grip on my throat tightens until pressure builds in my skull, until my eyes roll. The tension mounts, my heartbeat races, and my muscles tighten and seize as Noah drives me closer and closer to ecstasy. He’s pounding into me at a punishing pace now, the couch squeaking and groaning in protest.

I’m pushing my ass back to meet him halfway. Grinding into him. I need…I need…

“I know, baby, I’m going to make you come so hard it’ll look like I performed an exorcism.” And with that, he reaches down and pinches my clit, making good on his promise as the orgasm consumes me like a tidal wave, pulling me under. I thrash in his hold. I buck. I’d scream, but he’s robbed me of my breath. Every fiber of my being spasms as the orgasm rolls through me, never ending, consuming me until I’m a puddle beneath him.

Noah isn’t long behind me. He thrusts once more and stills, groaning out his release as his cock pulses inside me.

Were both struggling for an intake of air. Noah rests his forehead on my shoulders, his softening cock still inside me, his heart thundering against my back. I’m trying to catch my breath, slumped over the back of the couch. Looking down, our combined release trickles down my thigh, smearing the velvet material.

Soft lips trace my neck, the sweat dampened skin breaking out in goosebumps as his breath skirts across me. His hands mold to my ribs, clutching me tightly to him.

“I’m not even close to being finished with you,” he huffs against my ear.

How does he have any reserves left? I feel like I’ve been splintered, achy and boneless. I look over my shoulder at him. His damp hair clings to his forehead. Somewhere along the way, his glasses have been discarded, and without them, his blue eyes flash brighter, hungrier.

Grabbing hold of my jaw, he twists my face at an awkward angle so his lips can claim mine in a kiss. It’s all tongue since he’s behind me, but it sends a shiver rolling down my spine regardless. He suckles on my bottom lip until I’m sure blood has pooled to the surface. He nips with his teeth, feasting on me like the predator I predicted him to be.

Leaning back on his heels, he cracks my ass with his palm, causing my body to jerk forward. I whine, a sting blossoming where his handprint lies.

“Don’t move an inch, or that smack will feel like child’s play.”

Fuck.

He rises from behind me, padding down the hall and into his bedroom. Every second that passes causes an uptick in my heart rate until it’s beating so fast I’m sure you can see the vibrations in my chest.

Is this it? He’s taken what he’s wanted from me, and now I’ll meet my fate the way Myles and Emmett have?

It feels like an eternity passes before he returns, and I swallow audibly when I see he’s carrying a small, black gym bag with him.

“What…what are you going to do?” All the post-coital bliss? Out the window, replaced with bone-chilling dread.

He sees the terror across my face, the way my body is quivering. Dropping the bag to the floor, he tips my chin up to him. “What did I tell you before?”

He told me not to move. I’ve been bent over the back of this couch like a submissive pet, not daring to even bend my knees too much.

“I…”

“I told you I would never hurt you in ways you wouldn’t want.” It feels like he’s scolding me for doubting him. “I’m not a liar, Frankie,” he says, his thumb pulling down on my bottom lip.

I peer up at him, trying to discern his mood, where this is going, but he gives nothing away.

“Are we clear?”

“Yes, we’re clear.”

“Good, hold your wrists out to me.”

What?

He reaches into his bag, pulling out a pair of zip ties, fastening them tightly around my hands so they’re bound in front of me.

“What we just did was merely an appetizer. It’s time for the main course,” he states, walking around the couch so he’s behind me again. I thought my heart was erratic before, but now it’s reached a fever pitch. It roars so loudly I can feel my pulse throb in my temple, in my ears.

He's crouching low, tying my ankles together, too, so I’m completely at his mercy. I screech when he flips me, and my back meets the cushions of the couch. There’s a steady stream of panic and low-tempered desire flowing through my veins, watching him look down at me, at his handiwork. One chaste kiss to my lips and my knees are met with my chest, my legs high in the air, open and exposed to him.

“Keep your hands above your head,” he warns. Noah’s eyes immediately trail down my body, his gaze fixed between my legs. He brushes me softly with his knuckles, causing me to shudder because I’m still so sensitive. Quirking his lips, he descends, groaning instantly when his lips and tongue come in contact with my most intimate parts.

“Jesus, Frankie. You have the sweetest pussy,” he moans as he laps and sucks. His tongue finds my hole and plunders it, coaxing every bit of moisture out of me before sucking hard. He rises above me like he’s going to mount me, but instead, his hand braces my cheeks, pinching them harshly.

“Open your mouth, tongue out. I want you to taste how good we are together.”

Holy hell.

My lips part, my tongue flattens just as spit drops from his, and I taste our combined release.

He moves down my body again, one hand on my thigh to keep my knees pressed firmly against my chest and he resumes eating, leaving no part of my flesh unexplored. His fingers dip inside me, twisting, finding that magical spot that makes fireworks burst behind my eyes. But then he’s retreating and the same finger, now coated in our come, is pressing on my back entrance. I lift my head, his blue eyes nearly blotted out by the obsidian of his pupils. But they remain fixed on my face, absorbing every single micro-reaction I have to the sweet torment he’s inflicting.

I watch his tongue flutter over my clit. Watch his lips latch, and pull, and pulse on the sensitive nub. All the while he maintains pressure at my back hole, slowly easing the tip of his finger in.

I writhe and moan, the pleasure all-consuming. And when his fingers breach the tight rim, I shatter before him, coming beneath his expert mouth, and tongue and fingers.

I don’t have time to catch my breath before Noah rises, reaching down to retrieve something else. I want to protest, but my voice is like gravel.

He pulls a toy from his bag and my eyes widen in shock.

“Look familiar” he asks, examining my tentacle dildo in his hands. “I’m an extremely jealous man, Frankie. It displeases me to know this inanimate object has been getting all your attention, when I could have been the one fucking you senseless.”

My cheeks flame in embarrassment. I want to pull my arms over my head to hide my shame, but I remember I’ve been firmly instructed to keep them still.

He brings the toy close to my face, brushing the tip over my lips and chin, coasting down my throat, over the peaks of my nipples. Noah’s eyes follow each movement, taking stock of every sigh, moan, or quiver I make.

Drawing the dildo to my lips again, he swirls the tip round and round, taunting me, then shoving it forcefully in my mouth.

“Suck,” he demands.

I try to scream around the intrusion, but he’s pushed the toy to the back of my throat. I gag around it, its girth stretching my lips painfully. He mimics fucking my mouth, in and out, in and out. It’s too much. I shake my head to protest, but he clutches my face with the opposite hand and holds me still, probing me with my favorite toy. I’m on the verge of tears when he pulls it away, leaving me a panting, drooling mess.

“You’re mine, Frankie. I don’t like sharing what’s mine, even if it’s with a rubber dick.” My eyes round as I watch the storm clouds take over.

“But since you love this toy so much, I’m going to fuck you with it while I take your ass,” he bites out.

I was right. I am not going to survive this night.

He eases the dildo inside me, stretching me around it. I’ve never been able to take it all before, but Noah seems to be on a mission to rectify that.

I stiffen as he pushes deeper and deeper, watching as the toy opens me up. God, it fucking burns. I can’t take anymore; I’m going to split in two.

I’m sweating and squirming when a faint hum makes me come to my senses, and I look down to see Noah holding my bullet vibrator. Jesus, this man has no respect for people’s privacy . Bringing the steel close to my clit without coming in contact, the subtle buzz reignites the pleasure inside me.

Soon, I’m relaxing as the waves of desire begin to lick at the edges again. He still hasn’t brought the bullet to my clit, knowing I’m too sensitive to manage the vibrations just yet, but he pushes the dildo deeper, spearing me with my toy.

When it’s fully seated and I’m gasping from the fullness, Noah starts rooting around in his bag again, carefully laying items out next to him. I hear the click of a bottle, then feel the cool drizzle of lube coating my back hole as he preps me for what’s to come. I don’t think I can take him, too; there’s no way it will all fit.

Lathering his hand with a generous amount of lubricant, he pumps his cock from base to tip. He’s impossibly hard again, jutting out from his body, the head swollen and angry looking.

I feel the pressure and he’s only just there, pressing up against me.

“Breathe, Frankie.” He inhales through his nose and out through his mouth, encouraging me to imitate him. I fill my lungs, expanding them as far as they will allow, holding it for a beat and releasing. As soon as the whoosh of breath has left me, he’s pushing forward.

“Oh fuck, I can’t,” I wail. I’m going to die. Death by dick . That will be the inscription on my gravestone.

A glint of something in Noah’s hand distracts me from the pain. His butcher knife. His dick is halfway in my ass and he’s holding a knife to me. My eyes drift up to him, pleading with him. No, don’t do this.

“Do you know what heightens the senses?” he asks, the blade coming closer to my skin. I rock my head from side to side, too terrified to speak.

“Fear. It elevates the auditory and tactile stimuli. Adrenaline floods your bloodstream. It’s the fight or flight instinct I’m sure you’ve heard of.” The knife skirts down my pulse point and in between my breasts. My chest rises and falls so rapidly, I’m afraid I’m going to pass out from hyperventilating. Noah grazes each nipple with the tip, the cool metal agonizing against my hypersensitive skin.

“Right now, every single one of your nerve endings is alive.” And he plummets so deep I feel him in my throat. “Your hearing is acute, your vision pronounced. You’re a weak little lamb seeking an escape from the big bad wolf.” He withdraws his hips then lunges forward again. It jostles the dildo inside my vagina, and he’s right—everything feels…more.

His blade sits near my throat, threatening to spill my blood as he grinds into me, and I feel everything. It’s frightening and euphoric. My life hangs in the balance. One wrong move and it’s all over, but fuck, the way his cock is moving in and out of me, the way the dildo moves with every thrust, it’s scattered my brain. My legs tremble above me as the orgasm builds.

Noah pounds harder. The tip of his blade nicks the fragile skin. I feel the warmth trickle down the column of my neck and pool in my clavicle. I’m too far gone to care.

My eyes roll in my head as everything south of my navel contracts.

“That’s it, Frankie baby, give me another. I want you so strung out on orgasms you’re twitching,” Noah growls. His face is contorted as his own orgasm hangs just out of reach.

He tosses his knife to the side and leans in until my ankles are near my ears, and drives his hips forward as he drags the monster dildo out of me, inch by agonizing inch. And I detonate, pulses of energy flow through me at lightning speed. And Noah is right there with me, groaning my name into the hollow air around us.

I sob as the last tremors of my release leave my body. Silent tears fall to the couch. He’s wrecked every part of my being, shattered my soul into tiny little fragments that I know I’ll never recover. I can never come back from this.