Chapter 7
He stared at her as if she’d grown three heads and a forked tail.
“Say that again.”
She steeled her spine and raised an eyebrow. “You asked me whether I was deaf earlier. Right backatchya, Mr. King.”
His eyes narrowed to tiny slits, his gaze eating into her as he tried to work her out.
She kept her composure, even as Noah’s breath turned harsh with anger and disbelief.
“Let me go, Noah.” There was only so much bodily contact she could withstand before she broke down and begged for scraps like a pathetic sex-starved groupie.
In answer, he shoved her closer to his car, yanked her head back so her mouth, chin and neck were exposed to him. His teeth bared and her heart thundered. The memory of those white teeth on her neck… her ass… her clit roared through her bloodstream like a potent narcotic drug. Her pussy flooded.
She knew he smelled her disgraceful need, even as she prayed he’d ignore it.
Please. Please. Oh God, please .
His gaze raked her face, her mouth, the wild pulse beating at her throat. He inhaled her deeply, his nostrils flaring. “Do you know what happens to heartless bitches like you? Bitches who get wet at the thought of tearing a guy to shreds?” he whispered raggedly against her lips.
“I’m not… I don’t want to be a?—”
“They get their comeuppance from guys like me.”
She shuddered hard. He smiled. A smile so deadly, her insides congealed. “Noah, don’t?—”
He shook his head. “Oh no, baby. The time for those pleading, wide-eyed Noahs has passed. Turn around.” He released her so abruptly, she stumbled back and bumped into the hood.
Mouth dropping open, she glanced wildly around her. Beyond the pool of light bathing them, the rest of the lot was dark, silent.
“There’s no one here to save you. Turn. The. Fuck. Around.”
The animalistic authority in his voice had her heeding the command, but she didn’t move fast enough. He grabbed her waist, whipped her around to face his car, and pushed her forward. Her hands slammed onto the hood to break her forward momentum.
Before she could protest, his fingers were tugging at her hem.
He dragged up her dress to her waist and smacked her ass half a dozen times in quick succession.
Leia bit her lip through the stinging pain, too shocked to do anything but stay there and take it…
and crave more. When he soothed the sting in that infinitely caring way of his that belied his bitterness, tears sprang to her eyes.
The realization that she’d hurt him to breaking point, and yet he still cared for her, made her heartache intensify.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured, wanting to soothe him as he soothed her .
“I don’t fucking believe you. Not anymore.
” Another set of smacks rained down on her ass.
Her gasp of pleasure at each one seemed to set him off.
He released a harsh breath after the last one and petted her longer between her punishments.
Laying a hand on her ass, he whispered in her ear, “Do not move your hands from the hood. You’re getting punished regardless of what you say or do, but you will get double if you disobey me. ”
Her arms trembled at the scathing words and she shut her eyes at the shameful need flaring wildly through her bloodstream.
She wanted him any way she could have him, and if punishment for keeping her innermost secrets intact was what it took to have Noah with her like this, then she’d grab it with both hands.
“I didn’t hear an answer. It’s been barely forty-eight hours. Have you forgotten everything I taught you already?”
“I… Yes.”
His hand moved from her ass, around her waist to the front of her panties. She held her breath in anticipation, but he stopped at the top line of her panties, his hand covering her belly. “Open your legs,” he growled in her ear.
Sluggish with the lust raging through her, she didn’t move fast enough. He kicked her legs apart, far wider than comfort allowed. Two fingers breached her panty line, slid through her wet heat and hooked deep inside her.
The hand around her throat tightened until she could barely squeeze oxygen into her lungs. Sensation fired through her, blurring her vision until her eyelids fluttered shut.
“Keep your eyes open. I want you to watch… feel every single thing I do to you.”
Her eyes popped open and her gaze collided with his reflection on the windshield. His features were tortured, but he was just as turned on as she was, the blaze between them incandescent and destructive.
“Noah—”
“Do not fucking say my name,” he snarled thickly.
He hooked his fingers deeper, almost lifting her off her feet. Pain exploded alongside pleasure. Leaving her poised on her tiptoes, he pumped his fingers five times. Then stopped. Her skin tingled with the precursor to release. She flexed her hips, half out of her mind with the need to come.
“You’re not trying to fuck yourself into orgasm without my permission, are you?” he asked. “You think you deserve to come, baby? After destroying me like you have tonight?”
The thought that he intended to leave her hanging hadn’t even occurred to her. Now it whizzed through her like super-amped electricity. Her mouth dropped open in shock.
His lips twisted in a macabre smile. “Now you’re getting the idea.
” His hand left her throat. She almost begged him to put it back.
But when he roughly palmed her breast, her sob died in her throat.
He squeezed her tight, tugged painfully on the stiff peak until the pain in her pussy and her nipple connected in a blast of white-hot lightning.
Again, he tortured her until she teetered on the brink of release, then stopped.
Pulling his fingers out of her tight wetness, he pressed them against her lips. “Savor your flavors, baby. Describe to me what it tastes like.” He shoved two fingers into her mouth.
Biting back a frustrated sob, she sucked greedily, the wet sounds pulsing around the empty parking lot. She licked him clean, the tangy flavors adding to the heady joy of having those strong fingers in her mouth.
“How does it taste?” he crooned in her ear .
She swallowed and tried to speak around a throat clogged with desperation. “Umm… it’s okay?”
He pulled his fingers out of her mouth. “Just okay? You sure? Are you certain you don’t taste like Slippery Witch? Or Shamelessly Wet Heart-Breaker?”
The bitterness in his voice ripped at her heart. “What do you want from me?” she demanded brokenly. “You won’t accept that I’m sorry, that I never meant to hurt you. What do you want?”
“What do I want? Right now, I want you on my tongue. I’m going to eat your faithless little pussy so good, you’ll wish you never met me. Because after tonight, you’ll never feel my mouth or my hands, or my cock inside you, again, so treasure this punishment.”
This time the sob broke out, a ragged little sound she tried to bite off but couldn’t.
His warmth left her as he straightened, then crouched behind her.
Rough hands reached for her panties. He started to lower them, but with an impatient hiss, he tore them off before they were halfway down her legs.
He threw the flimsy fabric on the hood. Her gaze landed on the tattered material, a brazen reminder that she was bare-assed, open to whatever Noah intended to do to her.
“Did you say you had a board meeting in the morning?” His question was deceptively soft as his large hands framed her ass. He parted the globes and her belly spasmed as his warm breath caressed the sodden space between. Her thighs shook with the effort to remain upright.
“Y… yes.”
“Good. I’m going to make your ass so fucking sore, you won’t be able to move tomorrow without thinking of me. Without knowing what being a bitch has earned you. ”
He rose.
She heard a distinctive sound of leather sliding through loops.
Her head whipped around, her heart jumping at the unbelievable noise.
At the visual confirmation of what was about to happen, her mouth dropped open in disbelief.
Noah’s eyes gleamed with dark relish as he curled his belt in his hand. Hooded blue eyes met hers, hot and unforgiving. “Just so we’re clear, do you remember what we talked about the first time we fucked?”
She nodded.
He glared.
“Yes,” she enunciated in a shaky voice.
“Repeat it, baby. I want to hear the words,” he ordered. He trailed the dangling black leather up her thigh and over her ass. Again and again.
The trembling became relentless, delicious anticipation firing in her bloodstream. “I say stop… you stop.”
“Glad to hear you haven’t forgotten everything.”
She braced herself as he stepped back.
The first lash landed across both cheeks. “Ah! Oh God!” Her arms gave way, and she landed hard on her elbows.
One hand fisted her hair, and he pulled her up. “You better not make dents in my car, sweetheart.” He let her go and delivered two lashes, quick and sharp.
Her gasps strangled as the crackle of plastic sounded behind her. A moment later, ice cold water dribbled down her ass and over the back of her thighs, soothing the raw stings. Relief poured through her as his hand spread the wetness over her hot skin.
After a minute, he set the bottle down beside her left hand. “ If that falls over, you’re getting triple the punishment. Understood?”
“Yes… N—” His name died in her throat as another lash flared across her butt. Her clit swelled, and her pussy clenched hungrily at the roughness ripping her in two. Wetness from her core dripped down her leg, her scent coating the sultry air.
Absently, she started to wonder whether her Ferragamos would be ruined beyond repair. The thought disintegrated under several more lashes. Shame crawled over her, but not enough to dissolve the ferocious need burning through her, or the promise of what was to come if she did as she was told.
Another two lashes and her sticky wetness ran down both thighs.
Noah started to reach for the bottle, stopped and hissed in disbelief. “Jesus, you’re fucking dripping.”
Her moan was half despair, half a plea for deliverance.