by Kelly Favor
“No.” He shrugged. “You know that, Charlotte. I was running in the park.”
I made a note of it. “Did you make any stops that morning? Was there anywhere you might have gone where someone could place you? A coffee shop, perhaps?”
“No.”
“Did you interact with anyone during your run?”
“No.” His hands moved up my skirt to my waist, and he grabbed me and pulled me toward him, so that my ass was closer to the edge of the chair. His hands lingered, moving back down over the curve of my butt before returning to my legs.
“You’re not helping,” I said.
“You’re not either,” he said, his hand sliding slowly down my right leg, past my thigh, my calf, until he got to my ankle. He picked up my foot and placed it in his lap before beginning to unbuckle the strap on my high heel.
“Noah!” I said, trying to pull away from him. But he held me tight.
“Shh,” he said. “It will help me concentrate.”
“How will you taking off my shoe help you concentrate?”
“Because I can’t concentrate when you show up here looking like that.”
“Like what?”
“Sexy.” He unbuckled my shoe and slid it off my foot, then grabbed my other leg and started doing the same to my other foot.
“Noah,” I said, trying to pull from his grasp again. “This is serious.”
“I told you, I am being serious.” He dropped my other shoe onto the floor and began massaging my foot.
“Fine,” I said, feeling the tension start to release from my body as he hands kneaded my skin. “If I leave my shoes off, will you answer my questions?”
“I’ll do my best.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, counselor.” He grinned at me again, like he thought the whole thing was a joke.
I sighed and turned back to my legal pad. “So you’re sure no one saw you that morning?”
“I was on the trail. Everyone jogging that morning would have seen me.”
“But no one that would necessarily remember you.”
“There was someone, actually, now that I think about it. A blond woman was running at around my pace, and we were passing each other back and forth. I think she made a comment to me about how she was trying to keep up with me.”
I’ll bet she did.
“Do you remember anything about her? What she was wearing? What she looked like? If she jogs that trail a lot, maybe we can find her, see if she remembers you.”
“She was wearing a purple sports bra. Black spandex shorts. Mid-twenties.”
I made a note on my pad and tried not to react to the fact that the woman sounded gorgeous, fit and blond – your basic nightmare.
“Did Katie ever mention anything about anyone she was having problems with? A boyfriend, maybe?”
“Katie didn’t have a boyfriend.” His hands moved up over my calves, his fingertips brushing my skin lightly. When he got to the bottom of my skirt, he pushed it up a little more.
“Noah,” I said, pushing it back down. “I need to ask you these questions. It’s for Professor Worthington. If I don’t get at least a little bit of information from you, I’m going to get in trouble. You don’t want me to get in trouble, do you?”
“Depends.” He slid my legs back down to the floor and grabbed my hips, pulling me even closer. He lowered his head, his lips tracing a searing line of soft kisses over my neck. “How much trouble? It might be worth it.”
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning as his mouth moved up my jaw line, his stubble brushing against my cheeks. His lips made their way to mine and he kissed me slow and deep, his hands finding my hair and tangling with the strands. He kissed me and kissed me and kissed me some more, until I was breathless.
“Noah,” I breathed, pulling back from him. “Please…”
“Please what?” he asked. His hands moved from my hips up over the small of my back, his nails digging into my skin through the fabric of my shirt as he moved higher. When he got to my shoulders, he pulled back and looked into my eyes, brushing a piece of hair off my face.
“Please… I need to do my job,” I said. But my voice was weak. I wanted to ask him more about his case, wanted to ask him who that woman was at his apartment last night, what was in the file she gave him, why she would give him a green scarf… but I was helpless to resist his touch. He had a power over me that made me lose myself in him.
“Your job is keeping me satisfied,” he growled.
I glanced down at my legal pad, not sure if he was taking about as a client or something more.
“Look at me,” he commanded, and I moved my gaze back to his, watching as the look in his eyes began to turn from soft and romantic to passionate and demanding. His hands found the top button of my shirt, and he began unbuttoning my blouse slowly, our eyes staying on each other until it was completely undone.
He reached up and slowly slid the fabric down over my shoulder, his fingertips brushing against my skin so gently that goose bumps broke out all over my body.
Then he was kissing me again, pulling me up from the chair and into his arms, pressing me against the back of his desk as his mouth moved against mine.
“Charlotte,” he moaned. “I missed you.”
I wanted to say that if he missed me, he shouldn’t have been so cold to me last night, but I didn’t want to risk him shutting down again, didn’t want to risk him taking this exquisite pleasure away from me.
So instead I surrendered myself to his kisses, to the feel of his hands sliding into my open shirt and over the cups of my bra, his hands strong and warm against my breasts. He cupped my ass again and pulled my body so it was flush against his, my legs wrapped around his waist.
My skirt was hiked up, and I could feel him, hard through his pants. He pulled me close, cradling me against him as he kissed me, his hands on either side of my face, until finally, he laid me back on his desk and pressed his body on top of mine.
He slid his tongue down over my neck, then kept going over my cleavage, over my stomach, until my whole body felt like it was on fire. He inched my skirt up, then grinned up at me devilishly as he removed my panties and spread my legs.
“Mmm,” he said, sliding a finger up inside of me. He lowered his head, kissing the inside of my thighs before spreading me open with his fingers. I could feel his breath on my spread open pussy, and he blew on it softly, causing me to whimper.
“Noah,” I said. “Please….”
“Please what, Charlotte?”
“Please, I want to feel your mouth on me.”
He reached up with one hand and grabbed my chin, squeezed it between his hands and slid a finger inside my mouth. I sucked on it hungrily.
“Say it again.”
“I want to feel your mouth on me.”
“Where do you want my mouth?”
“On my pussy.” The words sounded dirty. I’d never talked like this with anyone before Noah, and just the fact that I was doing it send a thrill up my spine. I wanted him so badly. I was wet, my knees trembling, my legs spread open for him.
He stood up, taking himself away from me, and I moaned in disbelief that he was going to do this again, that he was going to tease me, make me beg for him.
He stood over me as I lay there on the desk, looking at me.
Then he leaned down and kissed me hard and deep, biting my bottom lip softly as he pulled away again.
He reached under me and unhooked my bra, letting the cups loosen around my breasts before pulling my open shirt off my arms. Then he pulled my bra off and dropped it onto the floor.
My nipples were hard, standing straight up in two pebbled peeks, and Noah reached out and took my breasts in his hands, cupping them gently, his thumbs grazing my nipples, his pelvis pushed up against my bare pussy.
The hardness in his pants pushed against me, and I tried to grind into it.
“No,” he growled, grabbing my hips and holding me still. “Don’t.
Or I’ll stop.”
I summoned all my willpower as he held me firmly in his grasp, knowing I had to stay still and quiet. It was torture, but the torture of not having him at all would be much worse.
He leaned down and kissed me again, our mouths moving in an exquisite rhythm. I dug my nails into his back, pulling him against me, wanting to pull him as close as he could get. But he pulled back and stared into my eyes as he took my arms and raised them over my head.
Then he stood up and began unloosening his tie.
“Do you trust me, Charlotte?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said, knowing how much it turned him on to hear me say that. “Yes, I trust you.”
He pulled his tie through the collar of his shirt in one rapid movement, then leaned down and began wrapping it over my eyes, blindfolding me. My heart began pounding at the thought of not being able to see what he was doing – even if, deep down, I didn’t believe he killed those women, there was no way I could know for sure. And even if he hadn’t, he had a tragic past and dark secrets that tangled together to create a kind of danger I wasn’t sure I could handle. But I still wanted him. And I trusted him. I did.
I felt his index finger slid over my bottom lip, over the swell of my breast and the curve of my hips. He unbuttoned my skirt and pulled it off, so that I was completely naked and lying on his desk, my arms above my head, blindfolded and unable to see what he was doing.
I resisted the urge to pull my hands down and take off the blindfold. It was a test, I was sure of it – he always wanted me to look at him, always wanted us to be focused on each other. He was testing me to see if I trusted him, and I so desperately wanted to please him.
So I forced myself to stay still, the want and desire in my body blooming into an ache that permeating my whole body. It was almost unbearable, how badly I wanted him.
His fingers slid down over my stomach, then pushed my legs apart. I felt him kneeling down again, felt his breath right on my center, and I bit my lip and tried not to make a sound.
Then, just like that, he was gone.
My heart stopped, my stomach somersaulting.
I heard the sound of a drawer opening, and then the sound of metal on metal. Noah grabbed my hands and I felt him pulling them further up over my head, pushing them further apart before placing them back on the desk. The cool bite of metal hit the back of my wrists, right before a clicking sound echoed throughout the room.
I realized I was locked in. He’d attached something to the desk, some kind of contraption, and now my wrists were trapped in it. I couldn’t remove the blindfold now even if I wanted to.
His hands came down onto my breasts, kneading them and driving me crazy. Then his mouth was next to my ear.
“Charlotte,” he said.
My breath came in short gasps, and I almost didn’t even trust myself to talk. “Yes,” I whimpered.
“Say ‘red’ if you want to stop,” he whispered, and then he was gone again.
He left me like that for God knows how long. It felt like forever. The whole time, my body was on fire, my pussy so wet it was almost unbelievable. At one point, I thought I might be losing my mind.
I knew he had to still be in the room, because I hadn’t heard the door open. But I couldn’t be sure of it. I couldn’t be sure if he’d left me there, or when he was going to come back.
I pulled on the restraints experimentally, just to see if perhaps they had any give. But they were strong and metal, and I wasn’t going anywhere. I moved my head a little to the side, seeing if perhaps the blindfold would slip down. But his tie was around me tight, and it wouldn’t budge.
The room smelled of sex and Noah, and that, coupled with the fact that I was tied up spread eagle on his desk made me hornier than should have been legal. It was torturous.
I began to beg.
“Please, Noah,” I whined. “Please fuck me.”
But it didn’t work.
“Please,” I whispered. “Please, I need you to fuck me.”
I wriggled around on the desk, going out of my mind, trying to rub myself against the wood just to get some relief. I loved that he had me here, naked and wanting, unable to do anything about it. And the more he made me wait, the hornier I got.
And then suddenly, with no warning, I felt his mouth on my pussy.
He kissed me between my legs, deep and hard, wasting no time as his tongue pushed gently against my clit.
“Oh my God,” I breathed, my orgasm threatening to overtake me already. My center convulsed, tightening around his tongue, and he pulled back.
“Not yet,” he growled.
He pulled his mouth away from me, but replaced it with his finger. I moaned as he curled it inside of me and rubbed against my g-spot. He fucked me with his finger, in and out, slowly and rhythmically. I began to move my hips in concert with his movements, and this time, he didn’t stop me.
A second finger slid inside of me, my pussy stretching out around his fingers. And then his mouth was on my clit, his tongue warm and wet, as he sucked my clit and fucked my hole at the same time.
“Oh, God, Noah,” I moaned. “Please, don’t stop.”
He let me writhe and moan as much as I wanted, and though I’d thought that being able to move would make it better, all it did was drive me more crazy.
His mouth moved all over my pussy, slow and deep, his fingers moving in a rhythmic motion in time with his tongue. Just as I was about to come, he pulled away from me, teasing me again.
I felt him move to the other side of the desk, heard a drawer opening and the sound of something being pulled out.
“Noah,” I breathed. “Please….”
I felt him again, back in between my legs, only this time, he wasn’t licking me. Instead, he spread me open and I felt something soft against my ass.
“Charlotte,” he whispered. He was standing in between my legs, and his hand moved over my face. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I squeaked out as his hand moved down, lingering on my neck for a moment. He kept it there as he slid what I assumed was a butt plug slowly into my ass.
“Oh,” I gasped, as I felt my ass spread around it. The pain was sharp, but didn’t last long, and a second later, the pressure felt amazing.
Noah’s hand was still on my neck as he pushed the plug deeper inside of me, and I knew it was a test – those girls had been strangled. I was being forced to trust him, to not move or tell him to stop when his hand was on my neck.
I loved the feeling of being at his mercy, so helpless, bound and blindfolded, having him fill me and touch me wherever he wanted.
After another minute, the butt plug was completely inside of me, and Noah’s grip on my throat tightened just a tiny bit.
Still, I stayed quiet.
I trust you, I thought. I trust you, Noah.
Then his hand was gone and I heard the sound of him unbuttoning his pants. He was done teasing, done wasting time as he entered my pussy in one quick thrust. Having something in both of my holes multiplied the pleasure, sending waves of ecstasy through me.
His body fell on top of mine, his hands grabbing me and pulling my knees up as he fucked me hard and deep. His lips pressed against mine as he pumped his cock into me.
“Noah,” I said. “Please, Noah, can I come?”
“Tell me how good it feels.”
“It feels amazing, Noah, please.”
“What does?”
“Being filled in both holes.”
He groaned, pumping into me harder and faster. “Come for me,” he breathed.
I came, crying out, my nails digging into his back as his cock kept pumping inside of me. My pussy clamped onto him as my orgasm rippled through my body, pulsing through me in long waves.
“I’m going to come all over you,” he growled, pulling his dick out of me.
He reached down and slowly, torturously, pulled the plug out of my ass. A second later I felt a hot shot of cum hit my clit, then another hit my asshole. Two more shots hit
my slit, and a final shot hit my ass cheeks.
I loved that he’d come all over me, loved that he’d made me his in that way. I was tied up and dirty, covered in him, and I couldn’t imagine anything more exciting.
He reached down and removed his tie from my eyes, then kissed me softly.
“Hi,” he said, his eyes finally meeting mine.
“Hi.”
“I think,” he said slowly, stroking my cheek. “Charlotte, I think I’m falling in love with you.”
My breath caught in my chest. It was the first time he’d said anything remotely like that, the first time he’d even hinted at anything like that.
“I think I’m falling in love with you, too,” I said.
What I didn’t say was that I was terrified.
A few minutes later, I was in the private bathroom directly off Noah’s office, cleaning up before I had to head to class. I wondered what Professor Worthington was going to think when I sent him an email summarizing what little I’d learned from Noah. I wondered if I could get Noah to tell me anything else before I left, or if he’d perhaps let me come back after class to talk to him more.
I was wrestling my tangled hair into a ponytail when my cell phone began ringing.
I rummaged through my bag until I found it.
Unknown Number.
I almost didn’t answer it. I was this close to being late for class, and I tended not to answer unknown numbers because they were usually telemarketers.
But for some reason, I picked up.
“Hello?”
There was a pause on the other end of the line, the kind of pause that almost sounded like dead air. I was about to hang up, thinking it was definitely a telemarketer, when a computerized voice came through the line.
“Charlotte Holloway?” it asked.
“I’m not interested,” I said, not sure why, since obviously a computer couldn’t understand me.
I started to end the call, but before I could the voice said, “Charlotte, don’t hang up.”
I realized then that it wasn’t a computer. It was a voice that was being manipulated in some way, put through some kind of distorter.
“Who is this?” I asked.
