TWENTY-SEVEN
Noah
It didn’t make any sense that I’d been sort of excited to introduce Charlotte to my parents, and the only thing that had given me pause was I knew how messy their house was going to be.
Not that it was a bad fucking idea to bring her along.
But it was too late now.
It was done, and honestly, I wasn’t unhappy about how it had gone. Sure, my dad hearing her say she wanted to sit on my face was less than ideal , but at least the cat was out of the bag with my folks. They knew I was dating someone, and that someone was quite a bit younger than I was.
I was glad Charlotte and I had decided to put a label on it.
My girlfriend seemed happy about that too. She was practically radiating in the passenger seat of my car as I pulled into my garage. We didn’t talk as we got out and made our way to the door to the house. I pushed it open for her, slapped a hand on the button to close the overhead door, and followed her inside.
I didn’t bother turning on the lights. We stood in the small, dark hallway that led to my kitchen, toeing off our shoes, and as soon as that was done, I was on her. My mouth slammed into hers, and my hands seized her waist, and when she sighed into me, warm satisfaction spread through my chest.
It felt good having her here, in my place, in my hands.
But our evening had gone off the rails, and I’d promised to make it up to her, and I was going to make good on that right fucking now.
She let out a cute little yelp of surprise when I bent and swept her up into my arms. Her eyes were wide, and wild, lit with excitement as I marched toward my bedroom. I had no idea what expression I wore.
Maybe it was determination, because that was how I felt.
Once we made it through the doorway, I found the light switch and clicked it on. It hadn’t been easy to do with her in my arms, but I managed, making the small table lamps on either side of the bed spring to life.
As I strode forward, she gazed up at me like I was all she could see.
When I reached the bed, I deposited her on top of it. I’d made it this morning, smoothing the gray satin comforter into place, hoping we were going to end up here. As soon as she hit the mattress, she began moving. She climbed up onto her knees and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, planting a kiss on my lips.
Charlotte had probably meant it to be a long, deep one, but I had other ideas.
“Can I ask you something?” I said while grasping the bottom of her shirt and urging it up.
She lifted her arms, and her pretty blonde hair splashed around her shoulders as I pulled her top off. She wore the same black bra from our first night together all those months ago.
“Oh, shit,” I commented. “I think this one’s my favorite.”
“Is it?” She laughed as she clenched fistfuls of my shirt, dragging it upward. “What do you want to ask me?”
My pulse quickened, but I did my best not to show it. I focused on getting her out of her shorts next and kept my tone casual. “What’s your stance on being tied up? Like, say I wanted to do that and,” I put emphasis on it, “ play with you.”
Her expression shifted. This was how I expected her to look whenever she found out one of her videos had gone viral. Her smile was wide, but she pulled it back into mock seriousness. “I’d say my stance is very pro ‘being tied up.’”
“Good.” I’d been fairly confident she was going to give me a yes , but the confirmation was still really fucking nice to hear, and I was thrilled she trusted me enough to try it.
She stayed still, up on her knees on the edge of my bed, as I undid the zipper of her shorts and pushed them down over her hips. When she sat to the side to take them the rest of the way off, I strode to the nightstand and tugged open the top drawer.
Her gaze followed me as I did it, and she said nothing when I pulled out two pairs of leather cuffs, dropping them one-by-one onto the mattress beside her with quiet thuds.
But I heard her sharp intake of breath, and the atmosphere in the room began to thicken.
“Okay?” I asked.
Her gaze traced the thick, leather cuffs that were held closed by silver buckles and had a ring dangling from the center. Her focus lifted to me, a sexy smile tilted her lips, and she offered her wrists to me.
Well.
That was way hotter than I expected it to be.
I picked up one of the cuffs, holding it for her to slide her wrist through, then tightened the buckle. One down, three to go.
It didn’t take long to get the rest done, and I liked how she waited silently and patiently for me to do it, as if she were trying so hard to be a good girl.
I motioned toward the pillows. “Lie down. Center of the bed.”
My satin comforter rustled as she slid across it, pulling one of the pillows to the center so she could rest her head on it. While she got into position, I lifted the corner of the comforter, bent, and reached between the mattress and the box spring. I found what I was looking for immediately and pulled out the black strap I’d tucked there earlier today. There were four straps in the restraint system that I’d secured to my bed frame, and each had a sliding clip dangling from its end.
She made a soft sound of amusement. “Funny. I never noticed that whenever I was making this bed.”
“It’s new.”
I clipped the strap onto the ring at her wrist, strolled to the foot of the bed, and hooked a finger in the ring on her ankle cuff. I gave it a jerk, pulling her leg toward me as I found the second strap and attached it.
Her gaze followed me as I walked around the end of the bed and repeated the action with her other ankle. I left her wrist for last, giving her a few more moments of freedom before clipping her in. And just for fun, I gave this strap an unnecessary tug, pretending to test its strength, before giving her satisfied look.
“I bought this restraint system for you,” I said and began my journey back around the bed to my nightstand. “Along with this.”
I reached into the open drawer and retrieved the vibrator, holding it up for her to see. It was a simple wand type, cordless and wrapped in black silicone. It was such a simple thing, and yet I found it sexy as hell.
“I finished charging it this morning,” I added.
It was dropped to the mattress beside her, and although the squirm of delight she made was subtle, it gave me a ton of pleasure. I fucking loved how she looked with the black cuffs wrapped around her, trapped in my bed and at my mercy. The only thing that could possibly make this better would be if she’d had on that black choker she’d worn with her maid costume.
The one that had looked like a collar.
Maybe next time.
I took a beat, just letting her wait impatiently for me to do something.
Anything.
It was a way to build up her anticipation.
Finally, I dove into the drawer once again and retrieved a rolled-up towel. It was plain and white, and just big enough for what I needed.
Her chest rose and fell with hurried breath as I leaned over the side of the bed and began to slide the terrycloth beneath her lower body. This towel was a signal to her, and she knew what I planned to do, so if she didn’t want that, all she had to do was say it.
But instead, she lifted her hips, making it easier for me to slip the white towel beneath her.
When it was in place, I striped out of my pants, down to my black boxer briefs, and snatched up the vibrator. Charlotte’s expression was anxious and electric as I climbed on the bed between her legs. Her throat bobbed with a swallow. Was she excited? Did she want this even more than I did?
No. That couldn’t be possible.
I wanted it too much.
A button was pushed on the handle, and the wand whirred to life. I grinned as I leaned over her, bracing myself on an arm, and dragged the buzzing toy up the inside of her thigh.
She laughed and tried to wriggle away because it obviously tickled, but I kept it in contact with her skin, dragging it up, and up, and up ...
“Shit,” she muttered under her breath.
The head of the vibrator was at the juncture of her legs, touching her clit through the lace of her black panties. It clearly felt good, but I studied her face as I rolled the tip of the humming toy around, searching for the spot where she wanted it the most.
Where it felt the best.
Her hips moved, grinding against it, and a smile peeled back my lips.
This girl— my girlfriend —was so goddamn sexy.
“Can you come like this?” I asked.
She looked at me like this was a ridiculous question. “Uh, yeah.”
“Then do it,” I ordered.
Everything up until this moment had been light and maybe a little playful. But my command flipped a switch, making the scene utterly serious.
Her lips parted and she sucked in a breath, telling me she felt the shift too. There was power swirling all around us, heating my blood and making my dick hard.
I pushed the vibrator against her, drawing quiet, sultry moans, but they escalated quickly, and I was fucking thrilled with how fast she complied with my demand. Her arms strained against the restraints, and her head tipped back, eyes slamming shut as she came.
The buzzing ceased when I turned off the vibrator and it was tossed away, falling on the floor with a deep thud. As she recovered, I splayed my hand over her beautiful body. It caressed the curves of her bra-clad breasts, slid over her taut stomach, down the length of her thigh, and then back up again.
She was still catching her breath when I straightened and sat back on my knees between her spread, bound legs. I curled my fingers around the crotch of her panties and pulled it aside, so I could stare at her. She was bare, a deep pink, and glistening.
“So fucking wet.” My voice was low and rough. I swiped a finger through her arousal and then licked the pad of that finger, dragging it provocatively across my bottom lip. “Such a sweet, helpless little pussy.”
Charlotte let out a panicked sound, like what I’d said had turned her on so much, it was alarming. And I fucking loved it, how attuned we were. Deep down, we were a lot alike.
“This is temporary,” I warned.
I reached behind myself and unclipped one of her ankles, because I wanted her underwear out of my way. I grabbed the sides of her panties and tugged them down, all the way until she was able to pull her leg free. I left the scrap of lace hanging around the cuff where she remained bound, before setting my sights on her free ankle. She eagerly put it back where it had been so I could clip her to the strap.
She welcomed the restraint.
My pulse intensified as I looked at her.
The last few days, I’d come up with my plan, but now that it was here, I was second-guessing myself. Or maybe I was just being indecisive. There was so much I wanted to do, it was difficult to pick what to start with.
Stick to the plan.
I coursed my palm up her leg and pushed my index finger inside the wet velvet of her body. Her mouth dropped open, and she arched from the intrusion, so I put my other hand low on her stomach, easing her back down onto the bed.
One finger was joined by another, and I began to fuck her with them.
My tempo was languid. Almost painfully slow. It gave her time to adjust and for me to carefully watch her reactions as I tried to locate her G-spot. My thumb dipped down so it could rub circles on her clit, right above where my fingers were fucking her.
The moan she let out was so fucking sexy, I genuinely worried for a half-second I might come in my boxers. But when that didn’t happen, I took a breath and focused on my task. It wasn’t uncomfortable, sitting back on my heels, but I adjusted my ‘stance’ and widened my knees. I’d need a solid base to maintain the fast rhythm I’d need to bring her to orgasm.
Charlotte squirmed and writhed against the straps.
I gazed at her, spread-eagle and bound to my bed, and fuck me, I was so into it, I grew lightheaded. There was a need clawing at me, a craving to sink myself inside her mouth and order her to finish me off, but I ignored it.
Soon, but not yet.
I picked up the pace, moving my fingers faster. Deeper. Her pussy was drenched and hot as lava, and I spun tighter circles with the pad of my thumb on her clit. I felt confident I’d found her G-spot when she arched again, bowing off the mattress, and her shackled hands clenched into fists.
As she gasped for her breath, goosebumps pebbled across her skin.
She’s ready.
At least, I hoped so. I jammed my fingers in and out of her, going as fast as I possibly could, and I moved like a blur. It was a speed I wouldn’t be able to hold for long, and I’d be fucked if I’d ramped it up too soon.
“Oh, my God,” she groaned, mindless with need.
It was murder on my arm and my back, and my breath went ragged from the exertion. Get there , a voice in my head chanted. My thumb was barely moving now, because all my focus was on the fingers I was driving into her.
It burst from me without warning. “Are you going to come for Daddy?”
Her cry was so loud, so sudden, it verged on a scream. She bucked, making the metal clasps of her cuffs jangle, and warmth spilled over my fingers. As I continued to pump at my furious pace, some of the rushing liquid flicked from my fingers, and it soaked the towel beneath her.
It was sexy as hell.
I slowed and savored the show she put on. Her entire body was quaking, and inside, her pussy clenched rhythmically on my drenched fingers. Her legs twitched and her arms strained against the straps, her hands clawing at the air. All the while, moans and gasps poured from her.
A dark, evil smile burned across my mouth.
She didn’t see it, though, since her eyes were closed as she struggled through her bliss. I slipped down the bed, used my thumbs to peel her open, and lowered my lips to her pussy. My tongue fluttered, teasing the sensitive bud of her clit.
“Oh, fuck!” Charlotte flinched. She bucked again, trying to run from my indecent kiss, and whined, “Daddy, it’s too much.”
That word. It was a trigger in the best way possible.
I slapped the inside of her thigh, but not hard enough to cause any pain. I’d done it with just enough force to make sure she knew who was in charge right now.
“It’s not too much,” I said. “I know what you need. Maybe if you’re good, later I’ll let you sit on my beautiful face. Would you like that, baby girl?”
I didn’t wait for her answer. My tongue was on her again, buried in her pussy, and my face was wet with her arousal. She let out little whimpers, like she wasn’t sure if she liked what I was doing, but that she might also love it. The sound made blood rush loudly in my ears.
Every stroke of my tongue caused her to shudder.
“Fuck me,” she blurted. “Oh, God, please .”
Was she begging? My heart jerked to a halt.
I wanted this so much, but there was some reason I wasn’t supposed to.
Right?
For the fucking life of me, I couldn’t remember what it was. My mind was on fire, and all the doors to logic had been closed down to try to keep the flames contained.
She wanted it, and I was fucking dying for it.
Charlotte sensed my hesitation, and the whine in her voice was intoxicating. “Please. I need you inside me,” she gulped a breath, “and you said you’d give me what I need.”
Before I’d even approved the action, I was off the bed and reaching for my nightstand drawer. The condoms were near the back, and I grabbed one from the box so quickly, I smashed the carboard. But I had what I needed. I tore the wrapper, and as I rolled the condom on, my goddamn hands shook.
Fuck, I needed her, just like she needed me.
When I climbed back up on the bed, my gaze swept along the length of her body. She was naked except for her black bra and the leather cuffs, tied down to my bed, and her expression screamed at me to hurry.
I crawled on my hands and knees until I was over her and then settled between her thighs. Her warm skin pressed to mine, and we were only a heartbeat away from sex. The desire for her was overpowering, overwhelming. I’d never been so disoriented in my goddamn life.
“Are you sure?” My voice was unsteady.
Her eyes were lidded and her expression desperate. “Please.”
My heart raced out of control as I reached down between us, gripped my cock, and brushed the sheathed tip against her, searching for entrance. As soon as I found it, I claimed her lips at the same time I claimed her body.
Inch by slow inch, I sank into her, and the heat of our kiss rivaled the fire of her body. As I advanced, our moans mingled and were muted beneath our lips. The pleasure was white-hot, searing through my center and down my limbs.
I kept going until I was buried completely in her, and when that happened, our focus turned toward our kiss. It wasn’t dirty, or meaningless, or simply for pleasure. This kiss was sensual. It brimmed with passion and some kind of emotion I didn’t want to identify.
It was much safer to pretend it didn’t exist.
Did she feel that same emotion? My chest was flattened to hers, so I could tell her heart was beating as rapidly as mine. I eased my hips back, sliding almost all the way out of her, only to press forward once more—this time faster.
The sensation caused us both to tear our lips away and gasp for air.
“Oh, fuck,” I murmured. “ Fuck , Charlotte, you feel so good.”
Charlotte , I’d said. Not baby girl, because that didn’t seem right for this moment. I’d started this evening with the intention of it being a sexy scene, our first foray together into BDSM, but I’d lost control.
Everything had changed, shifted.
I reached for one of her wrists and ripped at the buckle, then undid the other wrist because I needed her to have her freedom, and I wanted her hands on me. The moment she was released, her fingers threaded through my hair.
Her mouth was soft and lush.
I drank up her moans as I established my tempo, and right away I knew I was in trouble. It felt way, way too good. I tried to slow down, but her hips rotated, urging me to go faster. One of her palms was on my ass, her fingers clenching, and the cold silver ring kissed my bare skin.
This sex wasn’t like anything I’d had before. Did it even classify as sex? It felt like so much more.
Like our kiss, this act wasn’t simply for pleasure. It wasn’t meaningless.
This was about connection, and I could not get enough of it. Couldn’t get enough of her.
Heat sizzled through my bloodstream. Everything was tingling with anticipation, begging for release, but I tried to push it down, to hold it back. Charlotte writhed beneath me, and her hands roamed over my back, my shoulders, my chest. The faster I moved inside her, the shorter her kisses became, so she could pull in raspy breaths.
It felt like she was all around me. Maybe inside me like I was in her. I couldn’t get a handle on these fucking feelings, and my heart stumbled wildly out of time. Pleasure was building at the base of my spine, growing too big and fast for me to stop it.
Even though I sensed it was coming, my orgasm still hit me without warning. The groan I gave was a combination of surprise, dismay, and physical satisfaction.
Shit, the orgasm was fucking intense .
It went on, and on, and my vision narrowed in, blurring. I sank as deep inside her as I could while delivering a scorching kiss. She moaned right along with me, perhaps enjoying the sensation of my climax. Or maybe she’d gotten secondhand pleasure watching me experience it.
My pulse was still roaring as the orgasm began to fade, and when the dust began to settle, awareness took hold.
Irritation sliced through me. “Fuck.”
Charlotte tensed. “What’s wrong?”
“I came before you did.” I’d lasted, what? Less than ten minutes? I prided myself on my endurance, and making sure my partner was satisfied. This was embarrassing—but that wasn’t even the worst of it.
I’d wanted this for so long, I couldn’t believe it was already over.
She didn’t look the least bit disappointed, though. Her laugh was light and warm. “Noah, you already gave me two orgasms. I don’t even know if I have another one in me.”
She reached up to cup my cheek, and her gaze wandered lovingly over my face as our breathing evened out. Her eyelids were starting to grow heavy with sleep, and I felt a similar exhaustion in my body.
“But,” she added softly, “I’m willing to let you try anytime.”