What He Demands (What He Wants, Book Three) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) (3 page)

Noah pushed open the door to the basement
and led me through, down a black stone staircase that led into a long
hallway.
 
The hallway was carpeted
in plush dark red, the lights dim.

There was no music down here, but the
beat from upstairs reverberated through the ceiling.
 
It made my heart pound, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the
bass of the house music, or from anticipation.

The hallway curved around, out of sight
behind a large black pillar.
 
From
somewhere in that direction, I heard the crack of a whip, followed by a woman’s
moan.
 

My hand tightened around Noah’s.

He pulled me close to him and held me
tighter.
 
“You okay?” he asked,
pushing my hair out of my face tenderly.

I nodded, my mouth dry.

He kissed me softly on the lips.
 
“Do you know what a safe word is,
Charlotte?”

“I think so.”
 
I swallowed.
 
“It’s what you say if you want to stop.”

He nodded.
 
“Our safe word is ‘blue.’
 
If you say that word, we will immediately stop whatever it
is we’re doing, no questions asked.
 
Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

He kissed me again, this time slow and
deep, his hands snaking down my back and grabbing my ass.
 

When we pulled back, his eyes searched
mine.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.
 
His eyes were blazing now, his voice
commanding, powerful.
 
It wasn’t a
plea, or a question.
 
The answer he
wanted was obvious.

 
“Yes,” I whispered.

He took me by the leash and led me down
the hall.

***

When we got to the end of the hall, we
were standing in a circular room.
 
It was dim and it took a second for my eyes to adjust to the darkness.
 
After a moment, two shadowy figures
came into focus.

A woman, dressed in a leather bodysuit,
was crawling across the floor toward a man holding a whip.
 
When she got close, he smacked her on
the ass.
 
She moaned in pleasure,
and he reached down and placed a ball gag in her mouth.

There was a raised perimeter around the
room, with tiny two-person tables set up.
 
Men and women sat at the tables, watching the man with the whip as he
placed another lash on the woman’s ass.

“Do you want to stay and watch?” Noah
asked.

I quickly shook my head no.
 
I wasn’t ready for that.
 
Watching this man and woman seemed like
an intrusion on one of their most intimate moments. I knew they wouldn’t have
been doing it in front of everyone if they weren’t turned on by it, if they
didn’t want an audience.
 
But it
still felt wrong somehow.

Noah laughed and pulled me toward a door
off the main room.
 
It was black,
with no windows, and a tiny little indicator light on the outside of the door
was green.

“What does the green mean?” I asked.

“It means no one’s in here.”
 
He pushed open the door and pulled me
inside.
 

The room was about the size of a small
bedroom.
 
There was a folding table
covered with a pad in the middle of it, and a rack on the wall that was filled
with whips and chains and things I didn’t recognize.

My pulse raced and I turned around and
looked at Noah.
 
He closed the door
behind him and dimmed the lights.

“Charlotte,” he breathed, pulling me into
his arms.
 
“Tonight, your training
begins.”

“My… training?”

“Yes, your training.”
 
He reached onto the wall and selected a
paddle.

I licked my lips, suddenly nervous.

“Stand in the middle of the room,
Charlotte.”

I did as I was told.

He walked around me, taking me in,
looking at my body critically.
 
He
pushed my dress up with the paddle, ran his hand over my ass. I was wearing a
black thong.
 
“First rule,” Noah
said.
 
“You will always wear
thongs. Matching bras.
 
You will
always be ready to strip down and let me see that beautiful body whenever I
wish. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I said.

He held my dress up with one hand and
slapped me on the ass with the paddle. “Take your dress off, Charlotte.”

I did as I was told, pulling it off and
dropping it onto the floor.

The cold air hit my nipples, instantly
hardening them.
 

Noah reached out and pulled the cups of
my bra down roughly, exposing my breasts.
 
He reached out and grabbed my nipple, twisting it until I cried
out.
 
I was so turned on I could
hardly take it.
 
It was exciting,
standing here, having him look at me, being on display for him, having him use
my body for whatever he wanted.

“Get on your knees, Charlotte,” he
commanded.

I dropped.

He walked to the other side of the room
and stared down at me, his eyes a fiery inferno.
 
“Crawl to me,” he demanded.

I did as he said, moving across the floor
on my hands and knees, my ass up in the air, my breasts out, my eyes on his.

When got to him, he reached down and
gathered my hair in his hands, bent down and kissed me hard on the mouth.
 

“Tonight,” he rasped.
 
“Tonight, Charlotte, you are
mine.”
 
He took a pair of handcuffs
off the rack on the wall and handcuffed my hands behind my back.

My breath was coming in short bursts, my
heart pounding.
 
He unbuttoned his
pants, pulling out his cock.
 
A
moan escaped my lips, and my nipples tightened even more.

He grabbed me by the hair and pushed his
dick against my lips.
 
I opened to
accept it, but he pulled back.

“Not until I say,” he said.

He rubbed the head all over my lips, and
I could feel them getting wet with his precum.
 
The teasing was driving me crazy.
 
I wanted to suck him, wanted to feel him fill my mouth and
cum down my throat.

“Beg me,” he commanded.

“Please,” I whimpered.

“Please what?’ he prompted.
 
His hand was moving up and down his
shaft, his dick right in front of my face.

“Please let me suck your cock.”

“Open your mouth.”

I opened my mouth, and he grabbed my hair
and yanked my head back, then slapped his dick on my cheek.

“Stick out your tongue.”

I stuck my tongue out, and he slapped his
dick on it.
 
He tasted salty and
sexy, and I wanted more.
 
I tried
to move toward him, but he yanked my head back again and took his dick away.

“No,” he growled.

“I’m sorry,” I pleaded.
 
“Please, let me suck it.”

“Suck what, Charlotte?”

“Your cock,” I moaned.
 
“Please let me suck your cock.”
 

He slapped it against my face again, then
ran it over my tongue.
 
He pushed
my head down on his dick for a few beats, and I sucked him, loving the way he
felt in my mouth.
 
But after a
moment, he took it away.

He reached down and undid my handcuffs.

“Crawl to the table, Charlotte,” he
said.
 

I crawled to the table that was in the
middle of the room.
 
It looked
almost like a doctor’s table, covered in a soft black material.

He picked me up and laid me down.

He leaned down and kissed my stomach,
sliding his tongue down over my belly button until he got to the top of my
panties.
 
“Lift your legs.”

I lifted my legs and Noah reached down
and pulled my panties off, the silky fabric brushing against my skin as he slid
them slowly down my legs, teasing me. He grabbed my knees and pushed them back
so he could get a good view of my pussy.

“Mmm,” he moaned and moved toward me,
taking his dick in his hand and rubbing it all over my slit.
 
“You have the sweetest little pussy.”

“Fuck me,” I begged.
 
“Please, Noah, I need to be fucked.”

“Not yet, baby,” he said.
 
“First you’re gonna play with that
pussy for me.”

He took my hand and guided it between my
legs.
 
“There you go, baby,” he
said.
 
“Show me how you play with
yourself.”

My fingers moved up and down over my clit
rubbing myself as he stroked his cock, moving it closer and closer to my
hole.
 
My hand reached out and
tried to move him inside of me, but he grabbed my hand and pushed it up over my
head.

“So it’s going to be like that, huh?” he
growled.
 
He grabbed the wrist
cuffs that were hanging down from the end of the table and tied me down.
 

Then he moved so he was standing at the
front of the table.
 
I gazed up at
him, admiring his beauty once again.
 
He was muscular and cut and built everywhere – broad shoulders,
perfect washboard abs, pecs seemingly carved out of stone.

He stood behind me and stuck his dick in
front of my mouth.
 
“Open,” he
instructed.

I did, and this time, he let me suck
him.
 

He filled my mouth, his dick hard and
smooth against my tongue.
 
He
reached down and grabbed one of my breasts, his hips thrusting into my mouth,
faster and faster, his cock ramming the back of my throat.

His hand moved from my breasts, grazing
my stomach, my hips, stroking my thighs until finally landing on my pussy.
 
He slid a finger inside of me, then
began fucking me with his finger, faster and faster, matching it to the rhythm
of his hip thrusts.

I sucked his dick while he finger fucked
me, liking the feeling of being filled in two holes at once.

Finally, he pulled out and moved to the
edge of the table, picking up my legs and pushing them back until he was
positioned right over my pussy.
 
He
ran a finger over my face, sliding his finger into my mouth so I could taste
myself.

I felt like I was going to explode.

He pushed my legs back and took me.
 

He thrust into me, his need taking over
as he fucked me, harder and harder.

I couldn’t take it any longer, and I
came, crying out against his shoulder, his hands hooked around my shoulders,
holding me tight as he moved inside of me.

A second later, his orgasm overtook him,
and I felt him fill my center.

He pulled out and kissed me on the lips.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, stroking
my hair.

He held me like that for a long moment,
the two of us just gazing at each other, his lips meeting mine every so often.

And I realized that he’d been right.

 
I felt closer to him now than I ever had.

***

It didn’t last.

Once we were outside and in the back of
Noah’s limo, I instantly became self-conscious.
 
The sex had been amazing, a complete turn-on as he’d tied me
down to a table, made me crawl to him, grabbed my hair and practically choked
me with his cock.

But we’d been at a BDSM club.
 
The women there were elegant and
gorgeous, the men obviously used to being with women of that caliber.
 
But besides the obviously physical
discrepancies between me and those other women, was the fact that I worried we
hadn’t pushed it far enough for him.

Obviously these were the kind of things
that turned Noah on, the kind of things he expected from someone he was going
to be with.
 
And I was beginning to
realize it turned me on, too.
 
I
loved being submissive, loved not knowing how far things were going to go, how
far he was going to push me, what he was going to do to me.
 
I was completely at his mercy, and it
made me breathless.

But then I thought about that girl in the
club, the one in the open room.
 
She was wearing a leather body suit and walking toward that man with the
whip.
 
And then there was the rack
of instruments that were hanging on the wall in the room Noah and I had been
in.