Chapter 11 Noah
Some time later, once her breathing’s evened out against my chest and I’ve remembered how to string a sentence together again, we’ve ended up back on the couch, the movie I put on before dinner still looping, forgotten, flickering blue light across the room, her legs tucked up against my side like she belongs there.
Maybe she does. It’s been a long time since anything in this house felt like it belonged anywhere except in memory.
“There are rules here,” he says out of nowhere, muting the television. “I should have gone over them the first night, but you were in shock and I wasn’t thinking straight either.”
“Rules,” I repeat, sitting up a little.
“If the alarm on the back door ever chirps twice fast, you go straight to the panic room off the master closet and you lock it from the inside, no questions, no waiting for me to explain. If I ever tell you to get in the car and go, you go, you don’t argue, you don’t grab anything, you just go.
” His voice has gone flat and businesslike in a way that makes the whole conversation feel more real than anything else he’s told me so far.
“I know how that sounds. I need you to actually hear it anyway.”
“Panic room,” I echo faintly. “You have a panic room.”
“My grandfather built this house in the seventies with certain considerations in mind. My father added a few more when I was a teenager. I’ve added my own since.
” He watches me carefully, like he’s waiting for me to bolt.
“This isn’t me trying to scare you. It’s me trying to make sure that if the worst ever happens, you already know exactly what to do instead of freezing. ”
I should probably be more frightened than I am.
Instead I just nod, filing the information away like any other piece of new relationship logistics, because somewhere in the last week my definition of normal has quietly rearranged itself to make room for a man who plans for sieges the way other people plan grocery lists.
“One more thing,” he adds, quieter now. “If you ever need to reach me and I don’t answer, call Matteo directly. His number’s programmed into the kitchen landline under M. He’ll know what to do faster than I could walk you through it over the phone.”
“You’re really serious about all of this,” I say, and it’s not a question anymore, just an acknowledgment settling into place.
“I’m alive today because I take it seriously,” he says simply. “I intend for you to stay that way too.”
She shifts, her scent stirring through the still air. “I have been dreaming about you” she whispers.
“What kind of dreams? Do you want to tell me about them?”
“Yes.” I focus on her, her breaths, the way she fidgets.
“Go on.”
“I tried to stop the ache last night like I have tried so hard in the past. To end these feelings but I couldn’t. I can’t.”
“Tell me more princess?”
“I …” She takes a deep breath. “I touched myself.”
“Where?” I run my finger along the smooth skin of her legs..
“Between my legs.” Her whisper is breathy now.
“And what thoughts did you have while you touched yourself?”
“I thought about a man. You actually. You were kissing me and touching me. And then …”
“Go on.” It takes sheer force of will not to stroke myself to the filthy words falling from her innocent mouth. She has been touching herself to the thought of me. It doesn’t matter if she’s fantasizing about me. I have what she needs now, in the flesh. “What happened then?”
“Then you spread my legs and entered me.”
“Did you come at that thought, little princess?” I grit the words between my teeth.
“Yes,” she breathes. “But the ache was still there, so I … I kept going.”
“Still thinking about me?” I clench my sore fists.
“Yes. You touched my breasts, sucked my nipples, and shoved inside me again and again. I rubbed my clit as I thought about you, and then I came again.”
“Were you then sated?” My hand strays to my cock, and I grip it through my jeans.
“No,” she whimpers. “I kept going. Kept thinking about you on top of me, your hands all over me, your tongue in my mouth, the feel of you inside me, and I came again.”
I stroke myself slowly through the fabric, my body tortured right along with my soul. “And were you satisfied then?”
She shakes her head. “No,” she whispers. “I still ache for you. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, your hands, and the way you look at me.” Her voice drops even more. “My panties are wet for you.”
“Even now?”
She fidgets again. “Yes.”
“This can’t be solved with just your hands. You need mine. You need my cock princess. It’s what you need. Did you know that?”
“I didn’t know, but I thought so. Because the man I want, you weren’t one I could have. It’s wrong for me to want you. An older man.”
“Do you still feel that way right now? Would you like to stop right now?”
“I want to feel you right now. I don’t care how old you are, I just want you. Please Daddy?”
I can’t stand another word. Bursting with excitement and lust, I yank down my jeans. Her blue eyes widen as my cock bounces free from its confines. “Look what you do to me little princess.” I rasp, my voice heavy with desire.
“I knew you could make it better.” She takes it in her soft hands, her soft skin singing against mine as I hurry carrying her into my room, knowing that no couch is befitting for my princess’ first time.
“I knew I could trust you.” She states, the awe of my cock reflecting in her face and voice.
My feet lead us to the room that will bring more of these moments to come.
I turn and guide her toward the edge of the king sized bed. “Hands on the bed, little one. Your pleasure starts here.”
She nods. “Yes, it’s what I want.” Bending over, she presses her palms on the bed. “Please touch me.”
I groan. I stand back and admire the curve of her back, the pale thighs, the way my shirt almost shows me a flash of her panties. “And this is the only way you will receive pleasure forever. With me.” Lifting my hands above her pale heart shaped ass, I land a hard slap on her round ass.
She jolts, then plants her feet a little wider.
I spank her, my hand landing several times as her body jolts and sweet cries fall from her lips.
This isn’t enough. Not when I feel the lust pulsing through me.
Not when I am the only one who can protect and give pleasure to this sweet girl.
So I lift her shirt off completely, leaving her in a scrap of next to nothing.
When I see the silky white panties with the wet spot, I nearly lose it.
She needs my cock. These virginal panties can’t hide her wet slit from me.
The wet spot is there taunting me, and I know what I must do.
I drop to my knees and grip the sides of her panties. When she gasps, I pull them down, then press my lips to first one red cheek and then the next.
Her low moan tells me that she’s enjoying this. This beautiful princess orgasm rests on me, and I’m the only one who can give it to her. She came to me for help. I will give it to her. I will protect and cherish her, just as her wet cunt demands my tongue.
“Daddy!” Her legs tremble as I spread them wider and press my hand to her lower back.
As she bends over, her wet treasure is revealed to me in all its pink glory, and I thank my lucky stars for sending her my way.
I move forward and lick at her cunt, eating it away, swallowing her juices down as she comes.
Her screams spurring me on. When she calms down, I carry her ragged body and place her in the middle of the bed.
Her gaze locking on my aching cock. I drag my cock up and down her quivering pussy.
When she jerks, I grip her hips to hold her in place and fuck her clit. I will give her pleasure like she has never known before. I will ruin her for any other man.
Imprisoning her wrists above her head, and my cock grinds into the drenched juncture of her thighs and she can’t hide the anticipation in her eyes, the tongue that wets her lips, eager for what’s to come.
She whispers my name and her thighs fall open, her body flexing beneath mine. Preparing. Aching.
With a ragged moan, I fuck my dick into her body, spearing her with every depraved inch.
Nailing her to the ground. My balls jack up tight, eager to spill already, thanks to her perfect snug warmth, the pain I see reflected in her eyes as I impale my cock deeper.
The blood smeared on my aching dick as I spear her pussy, the ecstasy on her face as the pleasure mounts “Yeah, you love my cock, don’t you?
You take it like your snatch was made for it” I say through my teeth, thrusting into her roughly.
“Feel that? Feel the pain of needing your pussy so bad? I have no choice but to take it. You’ve given me no choice.
And you have no choice but to get what’s coming to you. ”
Her swollen lips part on a breathy moan, tits bouncing up and down, her hips rolling up to meet my thrust.
Oh. She’s a dirty, little girl. Turned on by things that might be wrong, but feels right to us. Things that can only give us both the pleasure we need from each other.
And that’s how it’s going to stay.
My balls are in a tightening vise and her pussy is clenching.
My breath is echoing in my ears, her cries and the smack of flesh spurring me on.
Making me ride her harder. I’m desperate to come, but I want to leave my seed inside her as deep as possible, so I let go of her wrists, reach back to catch her knees in my hands and sling them over my shoulders.
I bend her in half and power into her, groaning over the increased tightness of her pussy, rearing my hips as far back as they’ll go without pulling out, then pumping back in greedily, my knees digging into the bed, humping her wildly like a fucking animal because the pussy is just that good.
Hot. Addictive. Precious. Made just for me.
“Noah,” she moans, those blue eyes rolling back in her head. “Oh. Oh. Right there. Faster. Please.”
“Jesus Christ,” I growl, pumping into her at a breakneck pace now. “You going to come with your knees up near your fucking ears, little girl?
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Louder. I want to hear you scream little one“
“Yes!“ Her orgasm turns her blue eyes blind.
That puffy mouth forms an O and she huffs, then screams, her heels digging into the breadth of my back. I feel every ripple of pleasure that goes through her, her cunt sucking me off, milking the seed right out of my balls.
I bear down on her, groaning loudly, hips slapping roughly against hers, my come funneling into her in hot waves.
Jesus, I’m shaking, sweat trickling down my spine, ass flexing to keep me deep in her heaven.
I’m boxed in by pleasure, my lower abdomen clenching, my dick jerking like an unattended fire hose, spraying down the walls of her channel. Her womb.
I collapse on her, panting, her limp legs dropping down on either side of my hips. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, a sheen of dew on her tits, her neck. Teeth marks on her lower lip, eyelids weighed down like a sack of potatoes.
“That was incredible. Can we do it again, Noah?”
“Yes but not now.” I kiss her fiercely, not able to stop myself. “Your pussy is sore right now” I leave her to get a warm and wet wash cloth, proceed to clean between her pretty thighs.
She stirs once, tracing lazy circles against my chest with one finger. “Noah?”
“Yeah, princess.”
“Is it always like this? For everyone?”
I think about lying to her, telling her yes, that this is just what it is between two people who want each other.
But I already promised myself I wouldn’t feed her anything less than the truth, not about this.
“No,” I say, pressing my lips to the crown of her head.
“It’s not like this for everyone. Took me thirty six years to find whatever this is. Some people never find it at all.”
“That’s sad,” she murmurs, already half gone to sleep.
“Yeah,” I agree, my arms tightening around her. “It is. Lucky for me I don’t have to worry about that anymore.”
“Noah?” she mumbles again, voice already thick with sleep.
“Mm?”
“Whatever you are, whatever you do when I’m not looking. I’m not scared of it.” She’s asleep again before I can find an answer, leaving those words hanging in the dark like a gift I’m not entirely sure I deserve.
With my heart doing jumping hoops in my chest, I tuck her head into my neck and let her sleep, the sound of her soft breaths lure me to sleep.
I mouth the words I love you as blessed unconsciousness claims me.
I don’t say it out loud. Not yet. She’s asleep, and some things deserve to be said to a person who’s awake to hear them, not whispered into the dark like a confession I’m too much of a coward to make in daylight.
Soon, though. I can feel it building in my chest, this thing I haven’t let myself feel in five long years, and I’m done pretending I can hold it back much longer.
Five years since the last woman I let close enough to hurt me, and she didn’t survive finding out what I really was, couldn’t stomach the version of me that existed underneath the garage and the charm.
She left a note instead of a goodbye, said she couldn’t build a life with a man who kept a gun safe bolted to the studs and a duffel bag packed by the door at all times.
I don’t blame her for it, not really. I just promised myself after that I wouldn’t ask anyone to carry that weight again unless I was absolutely certain they could bear it.
Watching Lily sleep, curled trusting and unbothered against my chest like the world hasn’t already shown her every reason not to trust anyone, I’m starting to believe she might be stronger than the woman who left me.
God help her if she is. God help both of us.