Chapter Sixteen
Cole
I’ll be damned if Noelle’s final memory of this night is me putting my deepest secret out on the line.
I’ll never be able to thank her properly for giving me the support and affection I didn’t know I needed, for understanding who I am and how much my past has shaped me. But I can give us both the send off we deserve.
Some might consider it a risky move to put a mask on and dominate the girl you just met, but Noelle has been showing me in little ways all evening that her desires walk a thin tight rope of morally gray and morally black just like mine.
I’ve never had the freedom to be truly myself with anyone. I’ve been Cole the Serial Killer Santa. I’ve been Cole the goofball. I’ve been Cole the one night stand. But I’ve never been one-hundred percent myself with another person before.
To claim that I have nothing to lose by lowering my inhibitions and serving my heart up on a silver platter would be a lie. Because I don’t want to lose Noelle. I want to mark her and claim her and possess her for eternity.
A kinder man would have given her a moment to get her bearings before storming forward with my plan. But in this scenario I’ve concocted, I’m not a kind man.
My senses are on fire. As soon as this little primal role play came to mind, I couldn’t resist bringing the fantasy to life. I knew without a doubt that the spark of intrigue would ignite in Noelle’s eyes once she saw the mask.
Ok, ninety-nine percent of me was certain she’d be into it. The small one percent worried she’d lose her mind and tell me I went too far.
Thankfully, my instincts were right as usual and the trembling anticipation Noelle showed when she saw the multicolored glow of the Christmas lights wrapped around her delicate wrists was the green light I needed to proceed with my plan.
I snuck out after she fell asleep and found this string of lights over a door down the hall. I’ll return them when I leave and no one will suspect they were used to bind a girl in the building for an erotic role play.
I’m more of a white string lights kind of guy, but these colorful lights will do the trick.
Noelle collapses as soon as I slip out from between her legs, breathing so heavily it’s a full body process.
As her chest heaves into the mattress, her ribs expand and contract, head twisted to the side so her hair splays across the pillow.
The sight of her like this makes me eager to mark her permanently.
The only break I permit Noelle is the time it takes me to slide my pants down my legs and carefully remove my shirt without lifting the balaclava.
There’s just enough room on the tether securing her to the bed for me to pull her mouthwatering ass to the edge of the bed with a stern grip on her ankles.
The height of the bed lands Noelle just beneath my hips but that’s no matter, I can adjust. Slipping my hands beneath her lower back gives me the leverage to lift her hips in line with mine so I can sheath myself inside her.
The inviting warmth takes hold of me in a vise-like grip. The tight muscles of her cunt contract around me as her last orgasm ebbs making room for a new one to begin.
I’m merciless when I’m inside her. I can’t help myself. The primal need to dominate, conquer, and ruin her possesses me as I thrust without restraint into her tight heat.
Noelle was made for me. There’s no doubt in my mind she was meticulously crafted so we’d be the perfect pair.
Eyes rolling to the back of her head, I know now is my time to strike.
I take the scalpel–that I cleaned–from the bedside table and make a quick swipe so a small red line forms on her inner thigh.
The slice causes Noelle’s body to twitch with shock.
Returning back to earth, she lifts her head to look at the mark I just made, the mark that drew her mind away from her pleasure.
“Don’t just–”
Smack. The delight I get in spanking her should be studied.
Watching her jaw snap shut at my behest, seeing the arousal flame to life in her eyes with the strike.
She’s too feisty to admit she likes the demeaning act.
But I don’t need her words to confirm what her body language is telling me. She wants more.
Voice muffled by the mask I replaced over my mouth I remind her, “I said no questions.”
To distract her from the slice on her thigh and the sting of my handprint, I angle her hips higher so I can fuck her into the mattress properly.
With her arms stretched above her head, her tits bounce with every powerful jerk of my pelvis into hers.
She’s my very own perfect doll to fuck and use how I want.
And she loves it. That’s the best part. She’s as turned on by her restraint as I am.
When her head twists to the side with a groan, I make another small slice in her thigh, cutting downward from the corner of the first mark. She yelps but it’s a sound edging more on the side of pleasure than pain.
This fucking woman is my dark dream come true.
Lowering her bottom half back down, I keep my feet firmly planted on the ground as I use my hands to brace myself over her. At this angle, I can feel myself bottoming out inside her and it sends a rush of heat to the tail of my spine.
“Oh god,” she gasps.
I can feel my own release building but I want to prolong it just a bit longer. Just enough to finish what I have planned.
To really send Noelle over the edge I press a hand to her lower abdomen as I jackknife into her with all the strength I have.
“Oh fuck.” The words catch in her throat. “This is–I’m–oh god.”
It takes every ounce of will power not to come when she does. The feel of her walls contracting around my girth is the closest to heaven I’ll ever get. But even knowing my final destination, I’ll thank God every day for this time with Noelle.
Before her orgasm finishes, I pull out and make my last cut into her leg so my mark will live in her skin. I didn’t cut deep enough to leave much of a scar, but once it heals the faint white lines should stand the test of time. My mark will forever live in her smooth skin.
Maneuvering Noelle up the bed so the tether slackens, I kneel beside her head so my cock points directly where I intend to bury it next.
“Taste yourself on my cock,” I instruct.
My little vixen chews on her bottom lip in a seductive manner before flicking her tongue out to taste her orgasm on the very thing that caused it.
Trying to decide if I like being swallowed by her mouth or milked by her cunt is like trying to decide between gingerbread or sugar cookie. It’s impossible to choose. Both are a divine experience I’d kill for.
“Goddamn.” Noelle hollows out her cheeks as she sucks as much of me as she can into her mouth, gagging a little when I hit the back of her throat so the shimmer of tears spring to life in her eyes.
But those damned gorgeous eyes tell me she likes it.
She likes the power she has in this moment.
She gets off on my pleasure as much as I get off on hers.
“Fuck, beautiful,” I hiss as I try to keep my composure so I don’t cut this encounter short.
I wish I had the power of multiple orgasms so I could experience coming in every part of her in one night. But God knew we pigs of the male sex didn’t deserve such a luxury. That right is only reserved for women.
My dick leaves her mouth with a satisfying pop as I extract myself. Lowering to her level, I stroke my thumb and index finger along her jaw as I pull my mask down just enough to expose my mouth.
“You’ve been such a good girl,” I praise her with a kiss.
And that’s the moment my stubborn girl chooses to disobey orders.
She lowers her gaze to her inner thigh to see my mark engraved in her skin.
“Did you cut a C into me?” Try as she might to sound appalled, the lustful undertone of her voice gives away her true nature.
There’s no warning before I flip Noelle back to her stomach and swat her ass again.
“I’m starting to think you like being punished.” I spank her again. The red blotch forming on her cheeks sends a devilish thrill down my spine.
Fuck, I need to come. And I need to do it inside of her. But it would be irresponsible of me to do it raw, so I take the condom I saw in her bedside drawer out, tear open the package, and roll it over my length.
Hovering over her so my chest brushes her back, I alert Noelle, “It’s time for the grand finale.
” That’s when I reposition her so she’s on her knees on the bed in front of me, back pressed to my chest with my hands wrapped around her for support.
I rip off the balaclava so every part of me can touch her, no barriers.
I don’t want this night to end without being completely connected.
“Prepare yourself, beautiful, I’m about to stuff your stocking.”
That’s the only warning I give her before I shoot up into her like a piston at a voracious speed.
Locking her waist in my grasp, I keep her steady as I lean back just enough for the right balance to fuck her properly.
No holding back. No mercy. Just all of my unadulterated passion channeled through me into her.
The sounds of our fucking spur me on. The noises of her weeping pussy every time my cock slips in and out. The smack of my balls on her ass as we collided in perfect harmony.
But nothing compares to the sounds that come out of her mouth, fuelling my fire, just making me that much harder.
As much as I love her full-body moans, I want to hear what noises she can make with my hand wrapped around her throat.
Rising forward once again, I take her delicate throat in my hand to give her a tattooed necklace, applying just enough pressure so she struggles for breath without passing out.
This, I decide, is the perfect moment to use the last tool in my arsenal. I reach for the toy she requested earlier and turn it on, but wait, savoring her desperation.
“Do you want to come, beautiful?”
Although it’s a raspy reply since my hand is cutting off her air supply, she pleas, “Yes.”
A chuckle of sick delight vibrates in my chest. “Beg for it.”
All her sass has been thoroughly fucked out of her. Noelle doesn’t even hesitate to follow my command.
“Please, sir. Please.” I love when she does what she’s told almost as much as when she disobeys. “Please let me come.”
“Such a good girl.” I reward her obedience by pressing the textured pad to that small bundle of nerves, the source of all her pleasure.
The cry that rips from her throat is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever heard.
“Agh. It’s–it’s too much–I’m too–fuck.” Just when she’s about to come, I dip my head into the crook of her neck to inhale her intoxicating scent.
Then I sink my teeth into her leaving my final mark.
The cry that erupts from her shatters my self control, obliterates my senses as I let myself finally find the release that’s been balancing on the edge of oblivion.
We stay locked like that for several heartbeats. Or several hours. I don’t know. Time is irrelevant in this frozen moment of bliss.
Whispering as I try to catch my breath, I commend this vivacious woman, “You did so well, beautiful.”
The game is over. Now we’re just Cole and Noelle, levitating in this bubble of ecstasy that defies space and time. Defies logic.
Without knowing if this is the last chance I’ll have to hold her, I savor every second of this precious gift. Her smooth skin, the way her breaths match my heart beat. Every ounce of dopamine and endorphin induced euphoria.
Then I remember that I still have her tied up. Oops. Reaching forward, I unwind the Christmas lights from around her wrists and set them aside.
“Cole.” Noelle is too exhausted to seek the answers to her numerous questions before she passes out in my arms, falling into what I hope is the best sleep of her life.
I should go. But I’m a selfish man so I stay a little while longer, cradling the girl of my dreams in my arms. Memorizing the pattern of her breaths. Committing the pattern of her heartbeat to memory. Praying that this isn’t the last time I see her beautiful face.
But I’ll leave that up to her.