Chapter 1 #4
“Interesting. You like that I hurt him for you, don’t you baby?” he croons at me like I’m an obedient pet. I nod, but only subtly, enough for him to pick up on it, but enough for me not to appear eager in this shift of moral compass that I now have.
"On your knees," he commands.
I forget my journal and obey immediately, my cock begging for attention. Noah removes all of his clothes, abandoning them in a pile on the floor. His dick is already half-hard, thick and heavy between his legs. I watch it with hunger, and something that feels disturbingly close to worship.
He crosses to me slowly, letting me see every inch of him. When he's standing directly in front of me, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from his skin, he reaches down and threads his fingers through my hair.
"You know what I want," he says quietly.
"Yes."
"Tell me."
"You want my mouth. You want me to worship your cock. You want me to prove that I exist for you."
His grip tightens in my hair, painful and full of control.
"That's right. You exist to worship me, Chase.
Your mouth was made for this. Made for me.
Open," he orders. I part my lips, and he guides his cock to my mouth with his free hand.
The head brushes against my lower lip, warm, smooth, already leaking precum.
I taste salt and musk and that uniqueness of Noah, and something in my chest tightens with need.
"Lick it," he says. "Show me how much you want it."
I extend my tongue and drag it slowly across the head of his dick, tasting him, learning the texture and heat of him.
He's getting harder with every second, his shaft thickening and lengthening as blood rushes to fill it.
I trace the ridge where the head meets the shaft, then follow the thick vein that runs along the underside.
"Good," Noah murmurs, his voice cold despite the way his cock is responding. "Now take it in your mouth. All of it. Thank me for what I do to keep you, baby."
I wrap my lips around the head and sink down slowly, taking him inch by inch. He's thick enough that my jaw aches almost immediately, thick enough that I have to consciously relax my throat to take him deeper. His hand tightens in my hair, guiding my movements, and taking control of the pace.
"That's it. Take it all. Show me what that pretty mouth can do."
I hollow my cheeks and suck hard as I pull back, then sink down again, taking him further into my throat.
My hands come up to grip his ass, juicy flesh and hard muscle beneath smooth skin, his body tenses with anticipation.
I can feel the power coiled in him, the lethal stillness that marks everything he does.
"Deeper," he urges, panting. "I want to feel the back of your throat."
I relax my jaw and take him in further, fighting my gag reflex as the head of his cock hits the back of my throat. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but I don't pull back. Instead, I swallow around him, and Noah’s growly groan is the first sign of lost control I've heard from him.
"Fuck," he mutters.
Enjoying the sounds coming from him, I do it again, swallowing around his cock, letting my throat massage him. His grip in my hair becomes really painful, like he is about to rip the follicles out.
"You look so good like this," he says, his voice rough and sexy. "On your knees with your mouth full of my cock."
His dirty words turn me on even more as I moan around him, the vibration making him thrust slightly into my mouth.
"So good for me," he continues, his hips starting to move in shallow thrusts. "That slutty mouth of yours thanking me for protecting you, showing me that I own you.”
I suck harder, faster, my own cock throbbing painfully between my legs. I'm so hard it hurts, but I don't touch myself. This isn't about my pleasure, this is about proving my devotion, my submission, my complete surrender to him.
Noah's breathing is coming faster now, his control slipping. "That's it, take all of it. Show me you exist only for me."
I take him as deep as I can, my nose pressed against the dark hair at the base of his dick, my throat stuffed full of him.
I can barely breathe, but I don't care as it would be the perfect way to go.
All that matters is the weight of him in my mouth, the taste of him on my tongue, the way his body is responding to me.
"I'm gonna cum in your mouth," he says, his voice tight. "And you're going to swallow every drop."
I moan my agreement, and that's all it takes.
Noah's hips jerk forward, his cock pulsing as he comes.
Hot, bitter fluid floods my mouth, and I swallow reflexively, taking everything he gives me.
He holds my head in place, his fingers tight in my hair, making sure I take it all.
When he finally pulls back, I'm gasping for air, my lips swollen and wet, my jaw aching. But I feel triumphant.
Noah looks down at me with those vacant, beautiful eyes, and something shifts in his expression. "Go to the bed," he says.
I scramble to obey, rushing toward the bedroom, my cock so hard I’m scared it will snap in two.
I lie back against the pillows, my legs spread, completely exposed to him.
Noah kneels between my legs, and the sight of him all powerful, controlled, and focused entirely on me makes me melt.
He wraps one hand around my cock, stroking slowly, and I nearly explode from that alone.
"Not yet," he says, reading my body with frightening accuracy. "You don't cum until I say you can."
"Noah…"
"Quiet."
He leans down and takes my cock in his mouth, and I almost black out from the sensation. His mouth is hot and wet with perfect suction, as his tongue works along the underside of my shaft as he sucks. But then I feel his other hand moving lower, between my legs, and I realize what he's about to do.
"Yess," I gasp.
He gathers the leftover cum off his cock mixed with my saliva before his finger circles my hole then pushes inside. The dual sensation of his mouth on my cock and his finger in my ass is overwhelming. I arch off the bed, my hands fisting in the sheets as my entire body trembles.
"Stay still," Noah says, pulling off my cock just long enough to speak. "Or I'll stop."
I force myself to go still, every muscle locked tight with the effort. Noah rewards me by taking my cock back in his mouth and adding a second finger to my ass. He works them in slowly, instantly finding that spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.
"Oh fuck," I whine, struggling to hold myself still.
He doesn't respond to me, he just keeps working me with his mouth and his fingers.
The pleasure is beyond unbearable just as his tongue swirls around the head of my dick, his fingers stroking that magic spot inside of me, the dual sensations building and building until I can't think, can't breathe, can't do anything except feel.
To finish me off he adds a third finger, stretching me to the max, and I'm so close I can taste it. My cock is leaking steadily, precum mixing with his saliva, and every nerve in my body is on fire.
"Please," I beg. "Please, Noah, I need to cum."
He pulls off my cock with an obscene pop, his fingers still working inside me.
"Why should I let you?"
"Because I'm yours. Because I exist for you and you own me completely."
His eyes darken with gratification. "That's right. You're mine. Every part of you belongs to me. Say it, say my name."
“My shadow,” I pant, my body overheating as beads of sweat gather on my forehead, and my brain goes dizzy.
He takes my cock back in his mouth and crooks his fingers inside me, hitting that spot with the most perfect pressure.
The combination is too much. I cum with a shout, my body arching off the bed, my cock pulsing as I spill down his throat.
Noah swallows it all, his fingers still working inside me, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure until I'm boneless and gasping.
When he finally pulls away, I'm completely wrecked. My body feels like it's been taken apart and put back together, every nerve ending singing with joy. Noah crawls up the bed and pulls me against his chest, his hand settling possessively on my hip.
"I’ll never let you go, you’ll never live without me," he murmurs against my hair.
"I know, I won’t let you go either," I say, my voice hoarse.
And as I drift toward sleep in his arms, I think about what just happened.
Even in this act of giving me pleasure, Noah was in complete control.
He decided when I could cum and decided how much I could take.
He decides everything, even when it comes to death.
And I love every second of it. Because this is what I am now. Not his therapist or even his equal. I’m his possession and world. His completely willing captive.
And I wouldn't change a single thing.