Chapter Fifteen
Noelle
What an odd dream I’m having.
The lack of dick in my life must be messing with my subconscious because I just had a dream that I fucked a serial killer, the same one who murdered my abusive ex.
And now he’s binding my hands with something rough.
My eyes shoot open as I realize that the groggy memory of my dream is not a dream at all. Cole really did creep into my apartment and eat me out on the counter. Sasha really did eat a human heart. We really did have sex in the same bed I’m lying in now.
And Cole is really tying my wrists together.
But not with rope, I note, something pokey and mechanical in feel. There’s no need for my eyes to adjust to the lack of light in the room because the glow of the fucking Christmas lights binding my wrists together is all I need.
“What the–” My heart stops when I peer past the strange sight to see a man hovering over me, dressed in all black with a balaclava mask concealing his face.
With the covers striped away to expose my naked body, the masked man kneels between my spread knees as he meticulously wraps the string of lights around my hands.
“Cole?” I question. It would seem like an odd coincidence to have two different men break in on the same night. So assuming I’m not part of a very small statistic, the man before me has to be Cole.
And if that’s the case, do I like this game he’s playing?
The thought of someone breaking into my apartment tying me up and having their way with me terrifies me.
…Ok, it also kind of turns me on. But I don’t think I’d feel that way if it actually happened.
But if Cole broke into my apartment in a mask to restrain me and have his way with me? I think I’d be into that.
Actually, I know I’m into that because my pussy is already throbbing at the idea and I have the overwhelming urge to rub my thighs together for friction.
Assessing the dark eyes exposed by the gap in the fabric, I know for certain the man kneeling between my legs is Cole. If he didn’t turn me on enough as it is, this primal, forbidden, downright morally gray scene playing out is making my skin burn with need.
“I can’t help myself anymore,” he says without confirming his identity, but I know it’s him. “I think it’s about time I use you the way that I want.”
His words could either be truth or part of the skit. Either way, I’m loving this side of him.
Hell, I’m loving this side of me. The side I was always too shy to show to others, too afraid they’d look at me like I belong in an asylum.
“Cole, I–” my sentence is cut short when a meaty hand swats the side of my ass since he can’t access the full cheek from this position. I’ve always wondered if I’d be into spanking. Judging by the tingles that align up and down my stomach, I’m into it.
“You will address me as sir and nothing else,” he orders. Every time Cole shows me this dominant side of him, I like it more and more.
And the more I accept the complicated fact that I don’t want tonight to be it for us.
Trying to play the part of the scared girl tied to her bed, I stifle the smile trying to conquer my mouth and answer accordingly. “Yes, sir.” The rumble of satisfaction in his chest tells me that’s something he could get used to hearing.
“Much better. Now, on your knees.” With the right leverage and brute strength, Cole flips me to my stomach before using his hands to make my body bend at the waist so my ass is in the air.
I feel like I’m on display for him, for his eyes to feast and not a No Touching sign in sight.
The feel of his rough hands gliding over the globes of my ass does things to me no proper lady should feel.
Good thing I left propriety at the door.
Now probably isn’t the right time to question this but I start to wonder where Cole got the lights from since I don’t have any Christmas decorations hidden in my apartment.
The string of lights tying my wrists into one knot extends to loop around the outer post of the metal bedframe, keeping me on a very short leash.
“Hey, where did you get the–” another slap to my ass causes my train of thought to stutter with the little shriek that almost resembles an excited squeal.
Now that my ass is levitating in midair, Cole has ample access to it.
He smooths the sting away with the palm of his hand tenderly massaging the reddening flesh.
It’s the perfect balance of pain and pleasure I didn’t know I needed.
“No questions.” Comes his next order.
I smile to myself knowing my obligatory response of, “Yes, sir,” is likely making him hard out of his mind.
The masked man’s hands continue their perusal of my body, admiring the roundness of my butt, gliding down my outer thighs, then skimming back up on the inside where the skin is sensitive.
I prepare myself with giddy anticipation for him to stroke my clit but he stops short, following the seam where my ass meets the back of my thigh with one finger.
It’s agonizing waiting for what I want to do desperately.
The moment I feel his warm breath on the bare skin of my shoulder, I know Cole has lowered the mask so his mouth so it’s exposed to the air, to me.
A gentle kiss precedes his next statement.
“I know you have dark desires, Noelle.” I want to moan at the sound of my name spoken with that husky voice, laced with want.
Another kiss. “I know you have dark thoughts, that the idea of me taking what I want from you–no pleasantries about it–both terrifies and excites you.” Yes.
“I know you’ve dreamed of this very encounter but you’ve never let yourself believe it’s something you’d actually desire.
” Another kiss down my spine. “Because what twisted, sick person would want to be taken against her will? Tied to her bed and forced to endure whatever I decide.”
Me me me.
The distinct pinch of his teeth biting into my left ass cheek startles me, sending a sharp jolt of electricity through my core.
“You do.” I feel him shift behind me, the cadence of his voice moves with his body. “You’re my dark angel, my little doll whose just as fucked up as me.”
Then I feel his weight drop between my legs. Flicking my eyes beneath me, I see the dark balaclava between my spread legs just before I feel his hot words soak my center.
“I intend to use you in whatever way I want. But I think I’ll be making all your fantasies come true in the process.”
Before I have time to register how sexy that is, Cole slides the pad of his tongue from my vagina up to my clit, leaving not even a centimeter of tender flesh untouched.
My body jerks at the sensation, a motion that contradicts my need for more.
My traitorous body doesn’t know how to properly enjoy something like this.
But Cole shows her exactly what to do. Unrelenting hands shoot to my hips to hold me in place as he wraps his mouth around my labia and flicks his tongue inside me.
The noise that elicits from me can only be described as animalistic, I mewl for him.
I fucking mewl. I can’t help it. The way his tongue dances in my core causes a visceral reaction I can’t control.
It’s intense, domineering, and overwhelming.
I’m too lost to how good this feels to care what I sound like.
I always cared too much. I was so worried if my boobs looked good lying flat on my back in missionary. I worried if the noises I made were sexy. I worried if I was taking too long to climax. And that worry always led to disappointing sexual encounters that gave selfish men the wrong impression.
A woman can fake it and the guy walks away feeling like a god. There’s no intimate balance in that.
And since Cole and I have the unspoken agreement not to shield any of ourselves from one another, I just enjoy the ride, enjoy the depravity of this night for all it’s worth.
Cole’s ministrations are hard, penetrating, forceful in a way that makes my body come alive for him.
Just when I think my wanton cries can’t be anymore chaotic, Cole slips his arm around my leg so his thumb can access my clit where he presses with firm circles.
I detonate, there’s no other way to describe the way I combust with euphoric shockwaves that short-circuit my brain.
I thought I was over the edge already, but the playful smack to my butt and the nip of his teeth around my clit make me see stars.
As soon as I can form coherent thoughts again, I realize that Cole was holding back earlier, testing me to see what I could handle.
After everything we shared with one another tonight–between our bodies and our souls–Cole was reassured that I could handle whatever he threw my way.
I can handle every dark corner of his heart and mind because it mirrors my own.