Chapter 11 Harper #2
Something about being exposed to him like this tugs at a place deep in my belly.
To be looked at but not touched is strangely erotic.
I feel on display for him, owned by him, entirely vulnerable, and it turns me on for reasons I can’t possibly articulate.
Every nerve seems tensed in anticipation, like my skin is screaming with desire, begging him to touch me.
Just when I think I won’t be able to stand it any longer, he leans forward and touches his tongue to my left nipple.
I moan at the sudden contact, but as unexpectedly as it happened, he moves away, walking over to the couch to sit again.
I stare at him, unsure what to do. For a while, he simply studies me. Then, “Come here.”
I walk to him on shaking legs and stand before him.
“Take off your panties.” I don’t hesitate at all, merely bend down and slip out of the black lace quickly. “Now get on your knees.”
My stomach dips in anticipation as I kneel before him. “Take my cock out.” His voice is low, tense, and my fingers tremble when I reach up and undo his belt, then slide down his zipper. He’s hard, straining against his boxers, and I want to feel him.
When I pull his dick free, the only word in my head is beautiful. His skin is silky over the hardness, his length impressive but not overwhelming. I slide my fingers up and down the shaft, slowly, tentatively.
“Stop that,” Nate orders. “Take your hands away.”
“Why?” I ask, surprised.
His eyebrows go up. “What did I say about questions?”
I snap my mouth shut, my cheeks reddening. He leans down, his face hovering over mine. “I don’t want your hands, Harper. Right now I’m going to fuck your mouth.”
All of the air leaves my lungs at the picture he provides. God, I want him to do exactly that, to feel his hardness against my tongue, to let him fill me in this way.
“Lean forward,” he murmurs. “Let me see those pretty soft lips wrapped around my cock.”
I do as he says, my breasts brushing against his thighs as I lean in, and I take him in my mouth. And oh, fuck, it’s perfect, his cock flame-hot and rigid, filling my mouth completely. I take a moment to adjust to his size before I swirl my tongue along his shaft, causing him to exhale harshly.
His fingers thread through the strands of my hair until they firmly grasp my scalp. He pulls me away. “Since you won’t be able to speak, you’ll pinch my leg if you need me to stop. Understand?” For a moment I wonder why I would need him to stop—couldn’t I just pull back if I needed a break?
Then his hands tighten in my hair and I get it. I’m not going to be in control of this situation.
“Yes,” I whisper, the realization both thrilling and terrifying.
“Yes, sir.”
I nod quickly. “Yes, sir.”
Nate grins wolfishly then nods down at his cock.
Taking the cue, I lean forward again, licking the underside of the head.
He groans, tightening his hold on my hair as I wrap my lips around him.
Gently at first, and then much harder, he pushes my head down, before pulling it back up, setting the pace he wants.
“I’m in charge,” he whispers. “Do you understand? You’re not doing this to me, Harper. I’m fucking you.”
And I know it’s true. In this moment, Nate is controlling every second of this, thrusting in and out of my mouth, his cock reaching down into my throat, past the point I would normally be comfortable with, making me gag.
I’m completely at his mercy. And I love it.
Nate grunts softly above me, the sound rhythmic and arousing, but I don’t dare look up at him. I’m already drowning in a sensory overload, every tissue in my body acutely aware of the feel of his cock, thrusting in my mouth. The strength in his hands, pushing me roughly down on his shaft.
“You like that?” he mutters, his voice rougher now. “You do, don’t you? I can tell. Take it then, Harper. Take it all.” I whimper around him, and he groans, increasing his pace, his cock hitting the back of my throat.
“I’m going to come,” he barks out. “Fuck, Harper.” His hands get tighter in my hair, causing my eyes to water with the sting of the pain. It feels so good, the way he’s gripping me. The way he’s thrusting, using me. I want more, want to make him come. Want to taste him.
“Fuck,” he groans. “I want you to take every drop of it.”
With a final grunt of my name, he explodes in my mouth, his hot seed surging down my throat. Afraid I might choke, I frantically swallow until I’ve taken all of him.
“Stand up,” Nate says, and his voice is ragged. I try to catch my breath, my brain spinning, senses overwhelmed. When I don’t follow his instructions immediately, Nate reaches down to grab my shoulders, pulling me up so I’m standing in front of him once again.
“Put your foot up here.” He pats the couch next to his thigh.
I hesitate, sure I’ll fall if I move either of my feet, as unsteady as I feel. There’s also a warning in my brain, reminding me that I’m already exposed. If I do what he asks he’ll be able to see everything.
“I want to see your pussy,” he whispers, as if he’d read my mind. “I want to see how wet it made you to suck my dick.”
Impatient with my delays, he reaches out and grabs my calf roughly, pulling my leg towards him, toward the couch, so quickly that I stumble. I would have fallen if not for his other hand, reaching out and gripping my hip at the same moment, steadying me.
God, this man is strong, so completely capable of supporting me. Of controlling me. Another wave of desire rushes through me.
Then my foot is resting on the couch next to him, my right leg spread wide. Nate can see me, can see everything.
“The next time I tell you to do something, you better not hesitate,” he says, looking up at me. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I whisper as his fingers dig into the flesh of my hip, demanding and rough.
“Good.”
Before I can reply, before I can steady my rapidly beating heart, Nate releases my calf and thrusts his fingers into my wet folds. No build up. No preamble.
I gasp involuntarily and he smirks. “Soaked.” There’s approval in his voice and it warms me from the inside. “I think you’re even wetter than you were at the club that night. I guess you like me fucking your mouth.”
“Yes,” I whisper, heat flooding my face. What is he doing to me?
Nate slowly runs the tips of his fingers up and down through the folds of my pussy, exploring the wetness there, occasionally dipping into my slit. He grazes my clit slightly with the side of one finger, then does it again. He’s barely touched me and I swear I could come right then.
“Lie down.” He removes his fingers suddenly and I feel their absence like a splash of cold water, the ache between my legs distracting me from his words, making me pause.
When I don’t move, he raises his eyebrows at me.
His directive of a few moments ago runs through my mind.
You better not hesitate. The most delicious rush of fear hits me. This is not a man to be tested.
“Where would you like me?” His jaw tightens ever so slightly and I tack a hasty, “sir,” onto my sentence.
“Right there in front of me.” He points at a spot on the carpet and I lower myself to the ground, looking up at him questioningly, unsure of how to arrange myself.
Nate chuckles slightly. “You’re such a natural at this. No wonder half the men in that club were staring at you tonight. It’s so obvious what you are.”
I want to ask him what, exactly, I am, but he continues before I can open my mouth. “Lay on your back with your feet facing me,” he clarifies. “Bend your knees so they’re up off the floor.” I do as he says, my new position making me more exposed and vulnerable than ever. “Now spread your legs.”
My desire to please him completely overwhelms every self-protective instinct I have. Slowly, I spread my legs, completely exposing myself to him again.
“Touch yourself.”
Thank God. I’m so wet, so fucking turned on, yearning for any release.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet in my life, not even when he fucked me with his fingers during the scene at the club.
Desperate for the friction, I move my index finger down into my wetness, running it eagerly over my clit, letting out a low moan at the slightest hint of relief.
“Very good,” he murmurs. “Now put that finger in your pussy... good girl.” A low swooping hits my belly at his praise as I follow his instructions. “Use your thumb to rub your clit.”
I do it, just like he asked, closing my eyes and letting myself fall into the rhythm of it, completely wanton as I get myself off in front of him.
I thrust quickly, in and out, my finger slipping easily through the moisture he’s caused to flow so freely, and I’m so fucking close already.
Soon I’m writhing against the floor, my chest rising frantically up and down as I take gasping breaths.
Knowing he’s watching me, knowing how exposed I am, makes it so much better.
I let my eyes flutter open, just long enough to see that Nate is lazily stroking himself, his cock hardening again as he watches me. The realization that I’m causing his arousal hits me with a sudden ferocity and I nearly come right then.
“That’s enough,” Nate says suddenly.
My gaze flies to his face. Certainly, he doesn’t mean it? How can I possibly stop when it’s this good? When I’m so damn close?
Quick as a flash, he’s up off the couch and over me, grabbing my wrists, bringing my arms up over my head and holding them tightly there.
His entire body covering mine, trapping me.
“What did I tell you about hesitation?” he snarls, voice low and menacing.
His eyes are narrowed, angry, so dark they’re nearly black. Fear flutters through me.
“I’m sorry,” I gasp. “It...it felt so good. I couldn’t stop.”