12. Noah
12
NOAH
T he anticipation was almost too much.
The promise of what was to come.
Adrenaline flooded my system before we reached the private chamber, set up the way it was during our first encounter. I barely took the time to notice our surroundings when it was much more interesting looking at her, admiring the way those tight pants showed off her ass and her lacy corset top displayed her tits like a prize.
Saliva flooded my mouth in time with the surge of blood to my cock, standing it on end. The energy was electric and the atmosphere tense. With my back to the door and the mystery woman standing in the center of the room, I held up a finger and swirled it in a circle.
Turn around.
She did as I commanded, turned in a slow circle, then faced me again with her hands at her sides. She couldn’t hide from me. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip while uncertainty flashed in her blue eyes, made even bluer thanks to the black lace that framed them.
While she watched, I reached down to what already strained against my zipper, demanding to be freed. Her gaze lowered, and she watched me stroke myself through my pants, biting her lip harder than before.
Was she hungry for my cock?
She would have to wait. Her eyes widened as I approached, but she stayed still, holding her ground, almost like she was daring herself to stand firm under the force of what was undeniable.
I continued rubbing my bulge, reaching for her with my other hand. The first contact of my fingertips made her shiver as they gently grazed her jaw before trailing down her slim neck and across her collarbone. She swayed slightly, leaned toward me, and gave herself to me.
All at once, I cupped one of her tits, my touch now rough and possessive. Her surprised gasp ended with a sigh. She was made for me, that much was obvious. All she needed was someone who knew how to handle her.
Forgetting my painfully erect dick, I reached out and pulled her against me, sinking my fingers into her ass cheek until the leather of her pants squeaked. Her wide eyes met mine, full of questions and desire, but she offered no resistance as I backed her against a long bench jutting diagonally from one corner of the room.
Taking her by the hips, I spun her around, pressing a hand against the center of her back to position her across the bench, ass in the air. She sucked in another surprised gasp when I yanked her pants down to her knees. Her legs were bare, her skin covered in goose bumps. She tensed at the touch of my hands against the back of her thighs, and for a moment, it was enough to tease both of us, to leave her hanging and full of questions.
There was so much we could do.
So much I wanted to do to her .
The presence of a table full of dildos, vibrators, and other toys made my imagination race. I backed away, admiring her creamy ass cheeks and the red lace thong that disappeared between them. Perfect, succulent, and all mine.
For tonight, anyway.
It was gratifying that she stayed in place, waiting for me while I perused the toys. Aside from a glance over her shoulder, she didn’t move, something I would have to reward her for.
But first, I caressed her ass cheeks with the end of a riding crop. There was something hypnotic about the sight of the black leather against her white skin. It wouldn’t be so white for long.
She tensed at the first tap against her cheek. I gave her time to adjust, striking the other cheek, moving back and forth, increasing the force a little at a time, warming her up and turning her flesh pink. It would be sensitive now. Sure enough, when I offered the softest caress, she released a moan. Now that the blood rushed to the surface, she would feel everything so much more intensely.
“Shh…” I reminded her, adding a sharper strike to drive the point home. She gasped but took it, and I tested her by using the same force again and again, seeing how far I could take it before she broke and cried out. It was clear she wanted to, but she went no further than a strained whimper while I turned her ass tomato red. It seemed strange that I would be proud of her, but I was, smiling by the time welts began to rise over the formerly smooth surface.
The real fun started when I stroked her ass with a featherlight touch. Her back arched like she’d been shocked, and her hips rolled in circles. The sensation would be unbearable by now, and her shuddering breaths and shaking body betrayed the almost painful pleasure I subjected her to .
It wasn’t enough.
She needed more.
She deserved more for submitting so beautifully to me, bending to my will without saying a word.
She flinched when the buzzing started, then sighed as I ran a small vibrator over her quivering ass. I was careful to keep it away from her crack even as she arched her back to present herself, silently begging me to offer relief. Instead, I teased her thighs and cheeks until she was shaking from the effort of holding herself back. By the time I ran the tip of the vibrator between her ass cheeks, her juices glistened even in the dim lighting.
She’d soaked through her thong.
Slowly, I lowered the lacy scrap, leaving it around her knees along with her pants before tracing her plump, moistened lips with the vibrator. Her breathing was quick, ragged, her ass moving up and down as she tried to find relief from the tension by forcing me to touch the vibrator to her clit.
Fuck, I could smell her arousal, could feel the heat of her pussy by the time I trained the toy on her swollen bundle of nerves.
I was her god, and right then, I held her life in my hands. That was how she would feel as I toyed with her, pulling back whenever she was too close to coming. Her high-pitched whimpers drove me deeper into pleasuring her.
Did she think that would earn her sympathy? My soft chuckles made her whine, a sound that was cut off when I pulled the vibrator away entirely. She settled down, stilling immediately. She was getting the message.
Rewarding her obedience, I pressed the vibrator tight against her clit, turning up the intensity until the sound nearly drowned out her harsh breathing. That was the only sound she made until the tension broke. She came silently, shaking from the effort before going limp over the bench.
We weren’t finished.
Not even close.
Sliding the vibrator through her slit, I spread her juices from clit to asshole before plunging the vibrator inside her still-quivering cunt. She gasped before going still, sucking in one ragged breath after another. I didn’t know if she was building to another orgasm or if she hadn’t yet finished the first. She was lost in sensation, that much was for sure.
I ran a thumb around her puckered asshole, adding to that. I wouldn’t take it, but I enjoyed letting her think otherwise, applying pressure with the pad of my thumb while working the vibrator in and out of her dripping sheath. Fuck, she was hot, pushing back against me, grunting softly. A work of art, and all for me.
I couldn’t take it anymore. My dick was so hard it hurt, coated in precum by the time I pulled it from my boxers. The rhythm of my strokes soon matched that of the vibrator. In and out, my breathing growing faster the closer she came to coming again.
For me.
All for me.
By the time she was ready to explode, I buried the vibrator deep and left it there, hurrying my way through pulling a condom from my back pocket and unrolling it over my length. In one quick move, I pulled the vibrator free and replaced it with my cock.
Her grunt of satisfaction drove me onward, leaving me to take her by the hips and holding them in place.
How could I forget how tight she was?
Hot, wet, wrapped around my cock like she was built for me. Like I was where I belonged .
Inside her.
Closing my eyes, I adjusted to the thrilling sensation until the impulse to come passed. She was that good.
I wasn’t gentle and didn’t take my time. I fucked her, plain and simple, rutting like an animal the way I wanted it. I forgot everything else, letting my primal needs take over releasing my frustrations, uncertainties, and everything weighing on my mind. I gave it to her and poured it into her with every thrust and wet slap of skin on skin.
And she took it. She took it so fucking willingly.
By the time she clenched around me, I was dangerously close, her greedy pussy trying to milk me dry. Rather than let go, I withdrew, unrolling the condom as I rounded the bench.
“Open,” I whispered, aiming for her mouth. She raised her head and obeyed, her mouth hanging open, her tongue extended. Our eyes met in the split second before the rush overtook me, and I recognized the satisfaction I saw there before my cum coated her waiting tongue. She swallowed my load, and I closed my eyes, satisfied.
Everything was as it should be by the time I opened them, my dick now softening, my muscles trembling. The slate had been wiped clean. I was a new man.
A new man in the presence of a woman who now stood to pull up her pants, avoiding my gaze while she did. The moment was over, the way it needed to be, and I pulled myself together once I’d caught my breath. Disappointment threatened to overwhelm me when she turned away, prepared to make a quick exit the way I had before, but I kept a lid on it.
What difference did it make whether I wanted to spend the rest of the night ravishing her? Tasting her pussy, sucking her tits until she moaned my name? We couldn’t do that. She couldn’t know my name any more than I could know hers.
Yet I couldn’t give her up.
It was childish to think we could keep going like this, visiting the club on the off chance we would find each other. I had never felt this completely relaxed and renewed after a good, hard fuck. She was the missing ingredient. Somehow, she instinctively understood what I needed just as I knew what would make her come until her legs shook.
Was I telling myself what I needed to believe? I didn’t take time to examine the question, heading out to the main floor with one goal in mind—finding her, catching up to her, and learning who she was. It was risky, but what was life without a little risk?
She was fast. I scanned the room, searching for that bubblegum pink hair. By the time I found her bobbing head, she was already on her way out, heading for the lobby in a hurry to get out of there now that she’d been satisfied.
I couldn’t make it look like I was stalking her, even if that was my intention. The bouncers positioned throughout the club would notice and stop me. I was caught between needing to catch her and needing to avoid being kicked out for good.
I would never find her that way.
Somehow, I got lucky. A handful of people were on their way out, waiting for their belongings at the front counter. She joined them, and I watched from the doorway as one of the girls behind the counter unlocked the drawer containing guests’ personal items.
All it took was one look at her phone for my insides to go cold and my mind to go blank for a moment before reality slammed into me. The force of my realization made me fall back a step, reeling, unable to process what was in front of my face.
I knew that phone or rather the case it was in. I had seen it enough times, the shining gold obvious even in the discreet near-dark of the front lobby.
Fuck, she even smelled the same as she had earlier, in front of the restaurant—vanilla and what I now realized was lavender. Even while she wore that wig, I could smell it on her when we were close but didn’t make the connection until now. How could I have missed what now seemed so obvious?
I was no longer looking at a stranger. I was looking at Sienna Black.
I had fucked Sienna Black.
Twice.
And I knew before I took another breath that I needed to do it again.