Scarlett #2
Of course he’d punish me for the way I walked away from that table like my ribs were full of glass.
The blindfold settles over my eyes completely, shutting out the dim lamp glow, the ocean shimmer, the villa glare — every colour, every shape, vanished into velvet-black.
My breath rushes out in a shaky, strangled sound.
His hands — cup my jaw, fingers spreading across my cheeks, holding me still, holding me exactly where he wants me.
The darkness amplifies everything.
His breath.
My own heartbeat.
The tiny, soft shift of air as he adjusts his grip.
I whisper, “Noah… please… don’t—”
Not because I don’t want him to touch me.
Because I don’t want to be blind.
Because I don’t want to be helpless.
Because tonight feels wrong.
Too wrong.
More wrong than usual.
He doesn’t speak.
Not a word.
Just a slow exhale against my cheek, warm enough to sting.
My pulse jumps, a violent jolt of fear tangled with something hotter and far more dangerous.
His thumb traces the corner of my mouth.
I suck in a breath, shaking.
“Noah,” I whisper again, softer this time, pleading, not sure for what — mercy, control, answers, anything. “Please talk to me.”
Silence.
Heavy.
Intentional.
A punishment.
His hand slips to my throat — not squeezing, not hurting, just resting there, the weight of his palm and fingers enough to make my breath hitch, enough to remind me of the ring he wants on my finger and the vow he expects me to speak in front of strangers and God.
“You’re angry,” I whisper into the dark. “I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t—” My voice breaks.
His grip tightens slightly.
My breath fractures.
Heat floods my chest.
Something I should not feel in the hands of my future husband.
Something I’ve only ever felt in the hands of one man.
No.
No, it’s Noah.
It has to be Noah.
A fingertip traces the locket on my chest, the metal shifting against my skin.
I flinch.
I can’t help it.
His breath moves to my ear, slow and warm, brushing the sensitive edge of my skin, stealing another shiver from me so easily I hate myself for giving it.
My hands tremble in my lap.
I squeeze them together, trying not to reach for him, trying not to show the weakness he feeds on.
“You scared me,” I whisper. Darkness presses against me like a body. “You—” my breath shakes, “—you always scare me when you’re quiet.”
He still doesn’t speak.
Just presses a hand to my waist, sliding me backward along the floor until my shoulders hit the wall again, the cool stone shocking enough to rip a soft gasp from my throat.
My pulse is a drum.
My legs shake.
The blindfold makes everything hotter.
Darker.
Worse.
Better.
No.
Not better.
Wrong.
His fingers curl into my hip through the fabric of my dress, anchoring me with a grip that is too sure, too steady, too much.
“Noah…”
It’s a whisper of fear, apology, and something traitorous that tastes like desire.
I shouldn’t want this.
I shouldn’t want anything right now.
Not from him.
Not from anyone.
But the darkness turns every touch into something fevered and unbearable.
Every breath into a threat I can’t see coming.
Every sound into a promise I can’t decode.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, voice shaking uncontrollably as his hand slides up, slowly, slowly, mapping the curve of my waist, my ribs, my trembling sternum. “I’ll do better. I’ll be better. I’ll—”
The breath he exhales against my neck is low and rough and it tears a broken noise out of me before I can swallow it.
I reach for him blindly, fingers curling into the front of his shirt — silk, warm, familiar.
Noah.
It’s Noah.
My voice breaks: “Please… just—just say something.”
He still doesn’t.
He simply tilts my head with a firm hand in my hair, guiding me into a darkness even deeper than the blindfold, a space where I can’t see, can’t think, can only feel—
His breath.
His hands.
His presence.
My pulse ricocheting so wildly it feels like it’s trying to break out of my skin.
I don’t know what’s coming.
I don’t know what he wants.
I don’t know if I want him to stop.
All I know—Is that the dark feels alive.
I can’t see, I can only feel and I have never felt so helpless, he walks us across the room. Fuck. My legs hit something hard as he slides a finger down the length of my neck.
My god. Why does it feel so fucking good?
I want to stay silent and not give him power but the slow drag of his finger against my skin causes a small moan to fall from my lips.
I expect him to speak. Stop this madness but once the moan slips from lips I feel his breath on my neck and a small groan hit me in places it shouldn’t hit me.
His fingers slide down the length of my spine and slowly crawl back up again, teasing the dress from my body. “Noah…I don’t want it.” I gasp. “Not like this.”
He still says nothing as I feel the cold air hit my body, his warm hand bends my body until I feel silk sheets beneath my hands. The bed. He moved me to the bed.
“Noah…I said—” His hand comes across my mouth and I feel him rag my panties down my legs.
Fuck. What has gotten into him?
He’s hands grip my hands and slam them into the bed, his grip is bruising and I whimper at the hard pressure, my hips raise I’m not sure if its to chase what he hasn’t given me or to get away from what he’s doing.
“Please talk to me.” I beg as his fingers slide inside my pussy and oh my fucking god they fill me so good, they curl just right and a moan slips from my lips but still he says nothing.
His fingers slide over my ass I can feel the slippery wetness as he drags across my ass, teasing my hole, I can’t stop the moans that rip from my throat when his fingers slowly glide inside twisting and causing my body to rife on top of the silk sheets, my pussy clenching around nothing.
“Oh fuck. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” I gasp.
I hear his belt unwrap, the clang of the buckle as he opens it and everything inside me stops.
“No. No. Noah, not there. Not there.” I plead as the fear slides down my spine but he’s not stopping.
I can feel his breath on my skin, and hear the rustle of his trousers as they hit the ground, I try wriggle away but he pulls me back. “Please. Not like this.” I cry as the tears slide down my face.
My skin feels like its burning, I can’t see anything and oh god, I can feel his cock sliding across my ass. “No. No. No.” I think I almost hear a breathless sigh from behind me but I could be imagining it.
His cock presses against my hole, the pressure stings as I feel him trying to force his way in. My body is frozen, I am shaking my head but it doesn’t matter how many times I say no, he’s not stopping.
The searing pain as I feel cock enter me is nothing like I’ve felt before, I hear him gasp as he enters me and I brace for the brutality but he grabs the back of my neck forcing my back to arch and slowly moves in and out, the pleasure hits me at once.
My pussy is fluttering and the moans crawl out of my throat, my fists grip the sheets.
“Fuck. Fuck. It feels so good. Don’t stop.” I beg. He slides his hard cock slowly thrusting deeper until I don’t recognise the screams that rip from my throat.
My legs are shaking and my pussy is clenching around nothing, with every slow but deep thrust and then I feel something cold and hard fill my pussy, the pressure of been filled twice is too much. Its too fucking much.
“Oh god. Oh god.” I scream. “Fuck. I’m going to cum.” I scream as my body trembles and the screams erupts into the room as the pleasure slides through my body.
He doesn’t stop thrusting he takes the cold, hard object from my pussy and I hear a growl in my ear that causes my pussy to drip all over the sheets and I moan when I feel his warm cum slide inside my ass.
His lips hit my spine, kissing down my spine slowly, his tongue follows in a trail, god it feels so good but then he slides out of me and just leaves me there.
I wait for, I don’t know how long, I can’t hear anything.
“Noah? Noah, are you there?” Nothing, but silence.
I slide my hands slowly to my eyes and slowly grab the blindfold and slip it away from eyes, it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the low lighting, I blink and I am alone as if he was never here.
I can’t believe it. He forced himself into my ass and then just left and he expects me to marry him on Sunday.
He left like it had never happened but it did happen because I can feel the evidence between my legs.