by Hannah Ford
I sat there in front of the computer, paralyzed, not sure I could stand to read any more. How could I work on this case, how could I attempt to get closer and closer to the truth, when I still felt the way I did about Noah?
I’d wanted to prove a point to Professor Worthington and myself, had wanted to show everyone I could put aside my feelings for Noah, that I wasn’t going to do anything as stupid as let my relationship with a man get in the way of my career.
I thought I was strong.
But right now, I didn’t feel strong.
I forced myself to google Katie’s friend Madeline – I found her facebook page and sent her a message, asking her to call me so perhaps we could set up a time to talk about Katie. If anything, she might be able to tell me if Katie really was involved with Noah, and if not, if there was anyone else that might have wanted to hurt her.
After I’d sent the facebook message, I sat there, staring at my untouched sandwich. I hadn’t eaten anything all day – besides a quick sip of water from a bottle I’d taken from the mini bar, the only thing I’d had today was coffee. And yet the thought of putting anything in my stomach made me want to throw up.
I was done working for the day, I decided.
I needed sleep, or at least to lie down.
My eyes hurt from staring at the computer.
My brain hurt from thinking about the case.
And my heart hurt from losing Noah.
I stood up, stretched, and then looked at my sandwich again. I was deciding what would be worse – forcing myself to choke it down, or just giving up and deciding I wasn’t going to eat today – when the sound of a key card beeping in the door echoed through the room.
My heart pounded. Housekeeping wouldn’t be coming this late. Who else would have a key to my room?
The knob turned, and I reached for my phone, ready to call 911.
A second later, Noah appeared in the doorway.
“Oh my God,” I said, letting out the breath I was holding. “You scared me.”
“Sorry.” He closed the door behind him and just stood there. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a button-down navy shirt. His shirt was unbuttoned, showing a crisp white t-shirt underneath. His hair was mussed, making him look more like a frat boy on his way home from class instead of a wealthy, successful lawyer.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
He crossed the room, grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me up against the wall. And then he kissed me, his mouth crashing into mine.
I tried to resist, tried to push him away, but it was no use. He held me tight, and I was no match for his strength and desire. His tongue pushed into my mouth and I felt my body melting against his, my legs going weak, my knees quivering.
He tasted like alcohol, something dark and sweet, like he did that first night I met him in the bar. He pushed my arms up over my head, our kiss deepening as I surrendered to him. His cheeks were rough with stubble, and I loved the way they felt against my skin, scratching me, leaving his mark.
He pulled away and slid his mouth down my neck, tracing a searing trail over my skin. I moaned as he returned his lips to mine, nipping my bottom lip softly with his teeth.
“No,” he commanded. “Quiet.”
I stayed quiet.
Everything inside of me knew I should be yelling at him, telling him to get the hell out of here, to demand answers for what he’d done to me last night. But I was afraid if I did that, he would leave.
And right now, I didn’t care about the heartbreak that was sure to come from being involved with him. All I cared about was that he was here and he wanted me. The fallout would no doubt be full of tears and questions and darkness. But for now, he was here, with me, and I would give him whatever he wanted.
But Noah surprised me. Instead of demanding I get on the ground or pushing me to my knees, he took a step back. His eyes were bright and blazing, so beautiful and full of intensity that it was almost hard to look at him.
“I can’t stay away from you,” he said, sounding almost dazed. “Even now, just being three feet from you, is torture.”
“Then don’t stay away.” I got down on my knees, like I had the other night, and stared up at him.
He shook his head. “I can’t. We can’t. I shouldn’t have come here. Shit,” he said, running his hand through his hair. “My head is a fucking mess right now.”
“Please,” I begged. “Please, Noah. I want you to.”
His face began to morph into that same look of domination he got whenever he was about to punish me.
“I want you to,” I whispered again. “I want you to.”
I saw his last ounce of self-control crumbling, felt like I was literally watching him lose his will to resist me. And that’s when I realized it – as much as I couldn’t resist him, he couldn’t resist me.
He was my weakness.
And I was his.
“Stand up,” he growled. “And strip.”
I stood up, pulled my shirt off, and dropped it to the floor. Then I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled the zipper down slowly. My pulse was already racing under his gaze, because of the way he was looking at me as if I was a prize he was deciding just exactly what to do with.
“Turn around,” he demanded. “And go slow so I can see your ass.”
I turned around and pulled my jeans off slowly, making sure I spread my legs just slightly so he could get a good look at my pussy from behind.
When I was done, I stood there in my bra and panties, waiting for his instructions.
He crossed the room to me, reached down and ran his finger over my bottom lip.
“You are so damn beautiful,” he whispered. He was looking at me in a way no one had ever looked at me before, his eyes filled with awe and longing.
He pushed me back up against the wall, continuing his assault on my mouth, kissing me over and over again until I was breathless.
“Wait here,” he commanded.
He disappeared into the sitting room area of the suite, and when he came back, he was holding two pairs of handcuffs.
“Two?” I asked. “Why do we need two?”
But Noah didn’t answer. Instead, he clicked one of the cuffs from each pair around each of my wrists.
Then he led me by my handcuffs, bringing me slowly toward the balcony. He slid the sliding glass door open and stepped out onto the patio. The cool night air hit my skin, causing my nipples to harden and goose bumps to break out on my arms.
I hesitated, but he yanked on the cuffs, pulling me close to him.
The warmth of his body put me at ease, his hand sliding down my back and over my ass, pushing me into him. I could feel his cock, rock hard through his jeans.
“Do you want to please me, Charlotte?” he demanded.
“Yes.”
“Then lie down.”
He pointed to a chaise lounge that was pushed against one side of the terrace. I lied down, anticipation and fear sliding down my spine. I was outside in just my bra and thong, handcuffed like some kind of animal. The penthouse was high enough off the ground that I didn’t have to worry about being seen by people passing by on the street, but there were people in the building across from us that would have a full view of the balcony.
“Arms up,” Noah growled.
I put my arms up and he handcuffed me to the bars of the terrace behind me, so that I was lying on the chaise, half naked and vulnerable, unable to get away, even if I wanted to.
He straddled me, pulling off the button-down he was wearing, followed by his white t-shirt. The rippling muscles of his chest came into view, and I moaned, wishing my hands were free so I could reach out and touch the smoothness of his skin, the tautness of his stomach.
He bent down and kissed me again before reaching down and tugging at my bra, sliding the silky cups down until my breasts were exposed.
“Mmm,” Noah said as he played with my tits. “You are so fucking sexy, Charlotte.” He twisted my nipple, sending pleasure ricocheting th
rough my body. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
“Tell me.”
“That feels good.”
“Are you mine?”
“I’m yours, Noah.”
“Look at me.”
I locked my gaze onto his. “You own me,” I breathed.
“Say it again.”
“You own me.”
He slid down my body in one fluid motion until he was between my legs. He pushed my legs apart and my panties over to the side, exposing my pussy. And then his tongue slid inside of me, warm and wet and good, pushing deep as he kissed my core.
I moaned softly, forgetting that would make him stop.
He took his mouth away and he slapped my pussy with the flat of his hand, sending an exquisite stinging sensation through my skin. “Quiet.”
I squirmed on the chaise, but he held my legs open and pinned them down.
“Stay. Still,” he growled.
I stopped moving. His fingers were still on my pussy lips, spreading them open until my clit was hard and exposed. It was an exquisite torture, being told to stay still while not being fully restrained. I almost wished he’d have cuffed my legs, too, so that I wouldn’t have had to rely on just my willpower not to move. It was unbearable.
He blew on my pussy, his breath warming my clit while sending chills skittering throughout the rest of my body. He slapped my pussy again, and then he was back at it, eating me hard and deep, his fingers and tongue speeding up, moving in rhythm until I could feel the wave of an orgasm building inside of me.
I stayed quiet.
I stayed still.
And yet somehow he was able to tell exactly when I was about to get pushed over the edge, because he pulled back, teasing me.
“Beg,” he demanded.
“Please,” I said. “Please, Noah, I want to come. Please, put your mouth back on me.”
“Look at me.”
I looked at him. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes, and he grinned at me devilishly before standing up and walking away, leaving me with my tits and pussy exposed, alone on the balcony.
I waited, my body hot and wet with desire, wondering what new torture he was going to return with.
But he didn’t come back.
“Noah,” I called after a moment. “Noah!”
He appeared in the doorway. “Quiet.”
“No, please.” I wiggled around on the chair. My body felt like it was on fire, the ache and want in my pussy so intense I had to resist the urge to beg Noah to put me out of my misery. The fact that anyone in the neighboring buildings could look out their windows and see me, exposed and pleading, terrified and excited me. “I need to come.”
“Then you have to be quiet.”
I moaned.
“Charlotte,” he said, his voice a warning.
I bit my lip.
He stood there staring at me for a long moment, waiting to see if I was going to disobey him. The sight of his ripped chest and broad shoulders, the visible bulge in his pants, the six-pack that narrowed into the sexy V of his hips, only served to magnify my longing.
He disappeared back into the suite.
I lasted for three minutes before a whimper escaped my lips.
When he came back, he was holding something in his hands.
“What is that?” I asked as he moved across the terrace toward me.
“Something to keep you quiet.”
He pushed something into my mouth, something rubbery and round that stretched my lips. Straps were placed around the back of my neck and fastened.
A gag.
Noah had put a ball gag on me.
When he was done gagging me, he left me there.
My eyes filled with tears of humiliation. I was bound and gagged, out on a terrace, my bra pulled down, my panties pulled aside. My pussy ached -- I was so turned on from being treated like this. I loved being submissive to him, loved that he was pushing me past my limits and then some.
A cool breeze tickled my skin, sending a tingle through my whole body before settling around my clit. I wanted to spread my legs, to try to grind myself against the chair and get myself off, but I knew if Noah saw me moving, the punishment would be severe.
So I waited.
And waited.
And waited some more.
Finally, he came for me.
“Good girl,” he said approvingly when he saw I was forcing myself to stay completely still. He ran his finger down my body, over my nipple, down across my rib cage. “I’m going to grab your waist,” he said. “When I do, wrap your legs around me. Do you understand?”
I nodded.
He picked me up easily, making me feel light and small against his broad frame. I wrapped my legs around him and he kicked the lounge chair out from underneath me.
“Stand up.”
I stood, my back against the wrought iron bars of the terrace. His body pushed up against mine, his hand moving down my side, over the side of my breast, over my hip before moving to my thigh. He dipped his finger into my pussy. “Shit, baby, you are so wet.”
He was making me wetter.
“I’m going to take your gag out now,” he said. “But do not make a sound. Do you understand, Charlotte?”
I nodded.
He reached behind me and undid the gag, letting the rubber ball fall out of my mouth. The relief was immediate.
“Good girl,” he said.
He grinned again, trailing a finger into my mouth. I could taste my pussy on him, bitter and spicy, and it was so dirty that it sent excitement zinging through my body.
He reached down and undid his pants, then pulled his cock out. It was rock hard, thick, and perfect.
“Noah,” I moaned, before I could stop myself.
His eyes flashed with disapproval, and I quickly shut my mouth.
“You will speak only when I allow you to,” he said. “And then you will only beg.”
I bit the inside of my mouth so hard I could taste blood.
For a long moment, he just stared at me, like he was trying to decide if I could be trusted to follow his instructions or not. Finally, he must have decided to take pity on me, because he reached down and pulled his jeans and boxers off, tossing them onto the chaise lounge I’d just been laying on.
“Wrap your legs back around me,” Noah commanded.
I did as I was told.
His dick throbbed against the folds of my pussy, and the sensation was exquisite. I’d been ready to come after he’d licked and sucked me, and every minute that had gone by since then had only served to drive me more insane.
But he gripped my hips tight, holding me up and putting just enough distance between me and his cock that his hardness only grazed against me.
“How bad do you want my cock?” he asked, his eyes locked on mine. It was a test. He’d told me I couldn’t talk until he’d given me permission, so I stayed quiet. The side of his mouth twitched into a smirk. “Smart girl.”
He began to pull me toward him, resting me on his dick so I could feel his length against my center. The head of his cock was engorged and hard and I tipped my head back to keep from moaning. I was still handcuffed to the metal bars behind me, and I gripped them to keep myself grounded in reality – I wanted him so badly I thought for sure I was going to lose my mind.
“Beg.”
“Fuck me,” I pleaded, hearing the desperation in my voice. “Please, I want your cock so bad. I need it.”
He slipped the head inside of me, and I felt my pussy spread out around him.
“More,” I begged. “Please, more.”
“Are you sure, baby?” he asked, his breath warm against my skin. “You don’t sound like you mean it.”
“Yes,” I started grinding my hips against him, but he held me steady. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I want you to use my pussy.”
Noah groaned and entered me. He moved slowly, his dick sliding further inside of me, so thick and stiff that I was afraid I wouldn’t be
able to take it all.
My legs were still wrapped around him, his hands gripping my ass. The rough bars of the railing rubbed against my back, the sounds of the city beneath us creating a seductive pulse that was almost like background music.
He began moving faster and faster, fucking me hard.
“Charlotte,” he moaned. “Fuck, baby, you feel good.”
“Keep going,” I begged. “Don’t stop.” My orgasm had been building all night, and I wanted to ask his permission to come, but I was afraid he wouldn’t let me. But if I came without asking him, I wasn’t sure what he would do – leave me out here all night, maybe, naked and wanting again? I was out of my mind with lust, but I had just enough of my faculties to know that an orgasm wasn’t going to be the end of it – it would provide a short-term relief, but if he wanted to, he could get me worked up again, and it would be an even worse torture if he left me out here a second time.
“I want to come,” I moaned.
He stopped, the side of his mouth twitching into an amused grin. He kept me there, steady on his dick, for what felt like a long time, but was probably just a moment.
And then he decided to show mercy.
He began fucking me hard.
The skin of my back rubbed raw from the railing behind me, but I didn’t care. The pain was a perfect contradiction to the pleasure he was giving me by fucking me so hard and fast.
A second later, I cried out as the waves my orgasm built to a tsunami that seemed to wash over me forever. Just when I thought it was done, it would come back, stronger, until finally I was reduced to a quivering, shaking mess.
Noah kissed me softly on the neck, his dick still inside of me.
“Stand up,” he growled.
I removed my legs from around his waist, not sure I could stand.
“Get on your knees.”
My hands were still handcuffed to the railing behind me, and I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to get on my knees. But I slid to the ground until I was squatting on the terrace. The position forced me to thrust my breasts forward and to spread my pussy wide.
Noah took his dick in his hand, stroking it as he moved it toward my mouth.
“Open your mouth, baby.”
I opened and he slid his dick inside, then grabbed the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair as he began fucking my mouth. “Fuck, Charlotte,” he groaned. “That’s so good.”
