Chapter 28 #2
My chuckle is cut short when a moan falls unbridled from my lips, the gentle friction of his muscles against my quivering walls torturing me with the promise of what’s to come. His lips again latch onto mine, sucking my lower lip into his and biting into it.
“I’m sorry,” he mutters.
“For what?”
“For depriving us of heaven,” he whispers, meaning each word as he pulls at the ends of my hair at my back.
“Heaven?” I ask, my eyes bouncing between his.
“Yes, Rainbow. Your lips on mine made me feel like I’m home for the very first time since I opened my eyes to this world.”
His words steal the air from my lungs, and I can do nothing but smash my lips to his, greedily basking in the warmth of heaven.
My hands slide into his hair, pulling at the roots. The burn has him groaning into my mouth. When we pull apart next, it’s because he throws me on the bed. I land on it with an embarrassing squeal, my hair bouncing with me.
I rest myself on my elbows, looking at him in question as my head tilts to the side. His gaze rakes over me, taking extra time when they reach my curves, like he’s seeing me for the first time.
And maybe he is. Maybe I am too, as I look at his sharp body, abs wet from my juices as they gleam from the moonlight pouring in from the floor-to-ceiling window with its curtain tied to the side.
His hard length a magnificent sight—angry, engorged, and veiny, the tip already glistening with the leaking precum.
We may have slept together before, but tonight feels different. I don’t know what it is. Whether it’s just the kiss or if it’s something more, all I know is that I want more of whatever it is.
I don’t ever want it to end.
When we’re both done soaking in the other, his gaze flits back to mine. “You trust me?”
My brows furrow at his question, not understanding what he means by that. But the truth resonates as if ingrained in every fiber of my being.
“Always,” and so I tell him.
Appreciation flashes across his face, and he nods once.
My confusion deepens further when Noah walks over to the bedside table instead of coming to me.
“What are you…” My words drawl, left incomplete as he takes out a piece of purple cloth and cuffs from the drawer.
Pushing the drawer shut, he turns to me with the things in his hand. My eyes widen when the realization of what they’re used for dawns on me.
Noah puts his knee on the bed, tucking my stray hair behind my ear as he hovers over me. “Scared?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Just curious.”
The softness in his eyes is replaced with heat and wicked intentions in an instant. “Good girl. Now, slide up and lie down for me.” When I follow his directions without a second thought, he rewards me with a soft kiss on my lips.
I chase him when he pulls back, but he pushes me down with a hand on my chest. “Patience,” he growls. “Now, close your eyes and put your hands above your head.”
His command has my stomach hollowing out with anticipation and excitement, as I feel my wetness glide down my thighs and onto the bed sheet.
I’m naked, spread out, and with my eyes closed for him, and yet I don’t feel an ounce of shame when I know how he looks at me.
It’s not lost on me how much self-confidence I’ve gained in the time I’ve spent with him. Therapy helped, but even that falls short when people around you try to undo all the effort you put in.
Noah has only ever looked at me like I’m beautiful. And I appreciate that more than he’ll ever know.
Noah ties the blindfold over my eyes, the silk cloth feeling cold over my heated skin. He then proceeds to grab my hands and cuff them against the railing of the headrest.
When I pull at them to test them, I feel my movement restricted as they dig into my wrist.
I feel a sudden gust of air from the air-conditioning at my side, momentarily freezing me, indicating that Noah has vacated the place.
My hearing and smelling senses heighten, heart racing at an uneven staccato, wondering where he is in the room, where he might touch me, what he is seeing when he looks at me being a good girl for him.
For a few seconds, it’s eerily still, and then I feel Noah’s finger trace my lips and glide lower from my neck to the valley of my breasts.
He swirls his finger around my taut nipple, pulling at my barbell, extracting a whimper from me.
He then does the same with my other nipple, not letting it feel left out.
Being touched and teased with my eyes closed, and hands cuffed, takes me to a new high. Every touch sparks electricity, heightening every sensation I feel. I’m aware of how close he is to me, and yet my body bucks off the bed to get even closer.
I realize I’m cuffed, yet my hands struggle, trying to reach him, explore his body.
His fingers slide further down and over my curvy belly. I feel him lean over me, anticipation making my toes curl. A soft gasp falls out of me when he kisses my navel, swirling his tongue there.
When my body shoots off the bed, he places a hand on my hip, pinning me down. God, I’ve never experienced something so erotic, and he hasn’t even touched me where I need him the most yet.
Dropping open-mouthed kisses over my belly and further down, he skips past my core and feathers kisses over my thighs, the back of my knees, my calves, and feet. My feet tickle when he takes each of my toes in his mouth, his tongue swiping under my feet.
“Please,” I moan, needing his mouth on me.
My senses are working overtime to make this experience even more pleasurable. He certainly knew what he was doing when he tied me and blinded me with the cloth.
“You’ve been missing my tongue in your pretty little pussy, haven’t you, Andie?” he chuckles, the darkness of it sending a shudder through my body.
I’m not at all ashamed to admit that yes, I have been feeling empty, missing him filling me up deep. Neither my fingers nor my vibrator was enough to fill the vacant hole he left behind. Pun intended.
“Yes, so much,” my words barely come out as a surprised gasp escapes my lips when something wet lands on my core, sliding down my walls and mixing with my juices.
He spit.
Noah Miller spat on me, and I couldn’t be more turned on.
I never thought I’d ever find something so perverse, so provocative.
“Look at your pussy clenching around my spit as if it’s holy water.” His words erupt a volcano of butterflies in my stomach. Then he does something even more erotic, he pushes his spit inside of me, groaning at the sight. “Fuck, my pussy looks so sexy swallowing that.”
I’m barely recovered from his depraved words and actions when he suddenly dives right into my core, feasting on it.
I was not prepared for it, nor did I see it coming. Literally.
That makes the intrusion all the more effective.
He works my bundle of nerves with his thumb, while his skillful tongue touches that spot, curling around the wall and coaxing pleasure. He grabs my thighs and hooks them over his shoulders, burrowing himself deeper between my legs as his fingers dig into my flesh.
My head falls back on a moan, the cuffs digging into my wrist as I feel the lower half of my body levitate as a ball of something starts to form in my belly.
Loving the bite of pain mixed with pleasure.
“I’m c…close,” I cry out, and it was the stupid thing to do because the second I say it, he stops, taking with him the delicious burn of his stubble against my thigh.
“Noooo! Please…” I beg him, literally pushing myself on his mouth to give me the climax I was about to reach.
I don’t see him, but I hear the darkness in his voice. “You didn’t think that I’d forget about the punishment, did you, baby?” I can imagine him shaking his head at me, his sweaty strands falling over his forehead.
“No, Noah, please,” I apologize, and I don’t even know what for. But I’ll do anything that will get him to get back in between my legs and finish what he started because this is the second time tonight he has denied me.
It’s as if he can read my mind, he mutters, “You think it’s okay getting into a bar and flirting with a man who isn’t me?” He frames it like a question, but it’s hardly one. “You think you can look at another man looking like my fucking wet dream, baby?”
“I’m sorry,” I whimper, pulling at my wrists, not caring if I’ll bleed. “I promise I won’t do it again.” I’ll agree to sign an ever-loving prenup right now if that’ll get him back in there.
“You bet your juicy little perky ass you won’t do it again,” he growls. A sting on my hip follows his words, and I realize he slapped my butt cheek. And he does it again before I can say anything.
A startled gasp falls out of my lips when I feel myself defying the gravity of a second and being flipped like I weigh nothing. My hands are even more restricted as the chain of the cuffs twirls on itself.
I have never been in a position like this, with my breasts and stomach hanging. “Look at how pretty you look on your hands and knees for me, Rainbow. All mine for the taking.” His hands cup my butt cheeks, squeezing them.
“Hmm, the perfect size for me to hold on to when I fuck that greedy cunt of yours,” his chest rumbles with the vibrations of his words.
“Yes, please, Noahhh,” I encourage him to put his length inside of me, jiggling my hips in his face.
“I will, baby, I will.” A sharp sting again follows his words. “But first, you need to learn your lesson,” his hoarse voice warns.
Noah makes good on his promise as he continues to alternately spank my cheeks. I cry out, my eyes wetting the cloth tied over my eyes, my nails digging into my palm. By the time he is done making my hips sore, I’m unable to hold myself up.
My wet face plops on the pillow, hands stretching over me as pain flares in my shoulder. But not enough for me to use the safe word.
After being so rough with my body, he goes softer when he drops kisses all over my hips. I hiss at the contact of his lips with my bruised skin, but love it all the same. I’m a writhing mess for him, begging him to fill me up and let me come.
“Tell me, Andie, who do you belong to?” He cups my core, palming it. “Who does this pussy belong to?” He leans over my back and cups my breasts with the other hand. “Who do these tits belong to, hmm?”
“You,” I cry, a literal sobbing mess for him. “I’m yours, Noah.”
I feel his smile on the shell of my ear as he growls, his hot breath falling on my skin. “Good girl.”
An immense rush of pride courses through my veins at being able to make him praise me.
“My good girl deserves a reward,” he murmurs, brushing away my sweaty hair from my forehead as he grabs my mouth and kisses my lips. “Now, we fuck.” With that, he pulls himself back and hooks an arm under my stomach to hold my legs up before my knees give out too.
He again holds on to my butt cheeks, and this time he pulls them apart. A zing of anticipation despite the exhaustion hit me at what he might do, my breath hitching.
Then I feel something wet and warm slide down my puckered hole, and I moan like a dog in heat.
“One day, I’ll claim this ass too,” he muses, his thumb pressing over the rim to emphasize the point.
I must truly be gone and lost because I say, “Yes, daddy.”
Everything stills for a second. With the silence that prevails, I think the air does too. I’m about to apologize, thinking that he didn’t like what I said, when he whispers, “Say that again.”
I feel my heartbeat drum against my ears. “Daddy,” I comply, testing the word on my tongue, loving how it sounds.
“Fucking hell, Andie,” he curses under his breath, his fingers digging in my flesh. “I love that naughty name falling from your tongue,” he admits.
“Daddy,” I repeat, loving how much it turns him on as his angry length presses between my legs.
“Grab on to the headboard, baby girl. This ride is about to get rougher.” And with that, he slams home, and right up to the hilt of the sensitive core.
“Fucking yes, daddy!” I cry out like a wanton bitch.