Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
NOAH
Later in the evening, Chase is waiting at the hotel entrance when I bring the car around.
He slides into the passenger seat, bringing the scent of expensive cologne.
He looks delicious tonight in dark blue jeans, and a figure hugging white henley shirt.
He still has his tan from our travels which makes his blue eyes pop.
I’m wearing my go to look, all black with leather jacket and the attitude to match.
I merge onto the highway, heading toward the clubhouse as the city lights blur past us, reflected in the wet pavement from earlier rain.
Chase is quiet for several blocks, and I know it as a sign of him overthinking before he speaks.
It’s something I hope to work on with him, that he just says what he thinks without stressing.
"What are you thinking?" I ask.
"They're going to see us together, it just feels like a big deal."
"It is."
He's quiet for another moment, his fingers tracing a pattern on his thigh.
"Earlier, when you were talking about…claiming me in front of everyone. Were you serious?"
I glance at him, then back at the road. "No."
"No?"
"I would never do that."
"But you said…"
"I said it to see your reaction and to get you flustered.” I merge into the right lane, my voice level. It’s quite amusing that he even thought I would ever expose that side of him to anyone. It’s bad enough people have eyes that can see him.
"I would never make you do that, Chase, not in public. You know this."
"Why not?"
"Because I would never let any man or woman look at you that way." My hands tighten on the steering wheel at the very idea, which makes the rage inside of me bubble to the surface.
"I would never let anyone fantasize about you on your knees, about your mouth, about what you look like when you're being used."
Chase's breathing has changed, and sounds deafening in the quiet car.
"If any man in that clubhouse looked at you sexually," I continue, my voice turning edgy and cold, "if any of them allowed themselves to imagine touching you, I would know. And I would take them somewhere private."
"Noah…"
"I would start with their hands," I say, as if discussing a surgical procedure.
"The hands that dared to imagine touching you.
I'd use bolt cutters, and I mean the industrial grade kind.
Then I would remove each finger at the second knuckle.
Slowly. One at a time. Cauterize the wounds so they don't bleed out too quickly because I would want them conscious for all of it. "
Chase makes a small sound in his throat, he fucking likes me talking to him like this. It’s like I’ve won the lottery, the very fact he has come over to my side so willingly. My dick twitches at his responses, and I just get carried away in the moment.
"Then their eyes," I continue. "The eyes that looked at you with desire, I'd use a melon baller as it's surprisingly effective.
Scoop them out carefully, making sure to sever the optic nerve cleanly.
They'd still be alive, feeling everything, but they'd never see you again.
Never be able to picture you in their mind. "
"Jesus…" Chase's voice is rough, strained.
"Their tongue would be next. The tongue that might have imagined tasting you, speaking to you, saying your name.
I'd use surgical scissors that cut through muscle and cartilage like its butter.
Pull it out as far as it will extend and cut it off at the root.
They'd choke on their own blood, but I'd keep them upright and keep them breathing through the pain. "
Chase is fidgeting in his seat now, his breath is shallow and rapid and so fucking hot.
"Then I'd move to their genitals," I say, my tone never changing from that clinical detachment.
"The part of them that dared to imagine being inside you, that dared to become aroused thinking about you.
I'd use a scalpel and remove everything, the balls first, then the dick.
Slowly. I would make sure they feel every single cut, every nerve ending screaming. "
"Noah…" Chase's voice breaks.
"I'd keep them alive through all of it," I continue. "Use adrenaline injections if necessary, to keep them conscious and aware. I want them to understand exactly what happens when someone thinks about what's mine. When someone imagines touching you, tasting you, having you."
Chase is trembling now, I can see it in my peripheral vision.
"And only after all of that, after they've experienced hours of mutilation, after they've begged and screamed and prayed for death, only then would I kill them. Probably slit their throat and let them bleed out slowly while they contemplate their mistake. Or I may use my bat, it would depend."
The car is silent except for Chase's ragged breathing.
"Then I'd dispose of the body where it would never be found," I finish. "And no one would ever know what happened to them. They'd just…disappear like they never existed."
I glance at Chase. His pupils are fully dilated, his face flushed. His hands are clenched in his lap, and there's a visible bulge in his pants. Perfect.
"That's what I would do," I say quietly, "to anyone who dared to look at you the way I described. To anyone who fantasized about you and thought, even for a moment, that they could have what's mine."
Chase's breathing is so audible now that it's driving me nuts.
"So no," I continue, my voice dropping even lower. "I would never make you perform for them or see you that way. Because if I did, I'd have to kill every single man in that clubhouse, and while I'm capable of it, it would be…inconvenient."
"Oh god," Chase's voice is barely a whisper.
"You're hard," I say.
"Yes, I think I’m gonna cum if you keep talking," he says panting.
"Talking about how I’d hurt them?"
"Yes."
"By knowing how far I'd go for you."
"Yes…fuck…yes. What have you done to me? Those kinds of words should be a huge red flag.”
“No such thing as a red flag. You were destined to be here with me, Chase. There is no other explanation. You’re where you’re meant to be.
Chase rests his head back into the headrest and closes his eyes on a moan as he squeezes his dick in his pants.
Fuck this, Marcus will have to wait. I take the next exit, pulling into a dark parking structure. I drive to the top level where it is empty, and park in the corner farthest from the entrance.
"Get in the back," I tell him.
Chase scrambles over the center console, his movements clumsy with need. I follow by getting out of the car, and getting into the back with him, pulling the door shut behind me.
In the confined space, I can see every detail of his arousal from the flush spreading down his neck, the way his cock strains against his pants, the heat in his eyes.
"You liked hearing that," I say, my hand moving to his throat.
"Yes."
"Say it, and call me my name."
"I liked it. I liked hearing what you'd do to them all because of me. My shadow."
My thumb presses against his pulse point. "Because that's the truth, Chase. That's exactly what I would do, without any hesitation.”
"I know."
"And now you love it. My work is complete.”
I lean in close, my lips brushing his ear. "You're mine and anyone who even thinks about challenging that will learn exactly what I'm capable of."
Chase shudders, his whole body trembling.
"Touch me, please."
I kiss him with fierce passion. My hand tightens on his throat just enough to make him gasp. He melts into me immediately, his body surrendering to the invasion of my tongue in his mouth. When I finally pull back, his lips are swollen, his eyes glazed.
My hand drops from his throat to his belt, yanking it open with experience.
"We don't have much time."
"But…"
"Quiet." I unzip his pants and pull his cock free, it’s already leaking over my hand.
"You're going to cum fast and quiet, and then we're going to walk into that clubhouse like nothing happened."
“You expect me to be quiet?”
My hand wraps around him tightly. Chase's hips jerk forward immediately, seeking more friction.
"Stay still," I say as I grasp onto him hard enough for it to hurt. "Or I'll stop."
He forces himself to freeze, every muscle tense with the effort.
"Good." I spit into my hand and start stroking him, fast and rough, exactly how he likes it. "When we get home tonight, I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll feel it for days. Going to bend you over every surface in that hotel suite until you can't remember your own name."
"Ohhh god…"
"Going to make you scream my name while I'm buried inside you, then I’ll fill you up until you're dripping with me." My thumb swipes over the head of his cock, spreading the precum. "This body belongs to me, everything you are belongs to me.”
“Uh huh…faster, please faster,” he pants, unable to stop the long moan that rips out of him.
"That's right." I increase the pace, my hand moving faster. "All those clubhouse guys will know what we’ve done, they will be able to see from your face how hard you came. I fucking own you, baby.”
Chase's breathing is ragged now, his hips fighting to stay still.
"I'm going to fuck you in every position I can think of tonight," I continue, my voice low and full of promises.
"On your back so I can watch your face, then on your hands and knees so I can see my cock disappearing inside your tight ass.
Against the wall so you have to hold yourself up while I take what's mine. "
"I’m gonna cum."
"Going to make you cum so many times you'll beg me to stop. But I won't. Because your pleasure belongs to me too."
Chase reaches his hands above his head to press his hands against the ceiling of the car, preparing himself to explode.
So he doesn’t make a mess on his clothes, I lean down immediately, taking him into my mouth as he erupts, unable to hold in the shout of pleasure as I swallow every drop, letting none of it go to waste. His taste is amazing.
When he's finished, I release him and sit back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand while Chase is slumped against the seat, his chest heaving, his eyes glazed.
"We have five minutes until we get there. You need to fix your hair."
He nods, still catching his breath, and tucks himself back into his pants with shaking hands.
We both get back into the front of the car and I watch him compose himself, smoothing his hair, adjusting his clothes, forcing his breathing to steady.
By the time he's finished, he looks almost normal. Almost.
But I can see the flush still lingering on his skin, the slight tremor in his hands, the way his pupils are still dilated.
“Let’s go,” I say, and he nods with a chuckle. I open my window slightly and light a cigarette to distract me from my own hard dick, but Chase can deal with that later.
I continue to drive to the clubhouse with the taste of him lingering in my mouth and the knowledge that Chase has turned a corner, and now there is no turning back for either of us.
Welcome to hell, baby.