What He Fights (What He Wants, Book Ten) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) (6 page)

He reached for my hips in one cougar-like
motion, pulled me toward him until I was laying half on the chair, half on the
ottoman, my legs hanging over the side.

He reached down and slid a finger into my
mouth, and I sucked on it, the taste of his skin sending warmth to my
core.
 
I wished it was his cock,
wished he would just climb on top of me and push his dick into my mouth, choke
me with it until I believed anything he said.

“You don’t trust me, Charlotte,” he said,
anger laced under the surface of his voice.
 
It was a statement, not a question, but I answered him
anyway.

“I do.”

He shook his head.
 
“You don’t.”
 
He took his finger from my mouth and brushed it over my
lips, then continued moving it slowly down my body.
 
He circled each of my nipples.
 
His finger was wet from my saliva, and it my nipples pebbled
further, into tight peaks.

“I want to,” I breathed.
 
“I want to trust you, Noah.”

He continued, his touch light, almost a
graze, designed to tease.
 
He moved
down over my stomach, down to my mound, his knuckle grazing the outside of my
pussy.
 

When he saw how wet I was, his lips
curled into a wicked smile.

He knew exactly what he was doing, knew
exactly how to make me scream and moan until I came.

But first, he was going to tease me.

He brushed his curled finger against my
opening, getting me slick and wet.
 
The whole time, he was looking at me, lying there, vulnerable, my body
exposed to him as my breath came in short gasps.

He took his time, moving his knuckle in
slow circles over my clit.
 
I
closed my eyes and tipped my head back, willing myself not to make a
sound.
 
But the anticipation was killing
me, and a moan escaped my lips.

I thought the punishment would be swift
and severe – I knew by now not to make a sound unless I was granted
permission.

But instead, when I opened my eyes, Noah
was grinning at me.
 
And that’s
when I knew this was going to be even more intense than I’d imagined.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he asked,
his finger still moving lazily.

“Yes.”

“Do you know what I’m going to do to you,
Charlotte?” he asked gruffly.

“No.”

“First I’m going to slide my finger
inside of you.”
 
His finger slid
inside of my hole, curling around against my g-spot until I gasped.
 
“And then I’m going to get you so wet
and turned on that you’ll do anything I say.
 
Do you understand?”

“Yes.”
 

I resisted the urge to push against his
finger, to make him fuck me deep and hard.
 
I was so turned on already, so wet and slick and ready for
him that it was almost unbearable.

I’d wanted to take his pain away, to make
him forget about what he was facing.
 
I’d thought I was in control of this, thought it was my choice, when
really, Noah had been in control all along.

He pushed his finger further into me, at
the same time rubbing my clit with his thumb.
 
He kept his finger still, but his thumb moving.
 
The contrast in the two sensations
– one still and hard, the other soft and slow – drove me crazy.

The ache for him built up inside of me,
and I could feel the rumblings of an orgasm already taking shape.

He must have seen it on my face.

“No.
 
Not until I say.”

“But I can’t –”

“No.”
 
He pressed his
body on top of mine, his weight enveloping me, heavy and strong.
 
“If you come before I say, I will make
it worse.
 
Do you understand?”

I nodded.

He stood up again, grabbed my legs and
pulled me off the chair until I was kneeling in front of him.
 
His eyes burned as he took me in,
drinking in the sight of my body like I was a fine wine.
 
I kept my gaze on him, resisting the
urge to cover my stomach, to cover my breasts.
 
I knew it would displease him.

And I wanted so badly to please him.

Make me believe you,
I thought.
 
Make me trust you, Noah.
 
I
want to.

“Take my cock out.”

I reached up and undid his belt, unzipped
his fly, loving the way his cock sprung out, rock hard and ready.

I reached for it, but he grabbed my
wrist.

“No.”

I pulled back, stared up at him, waiting
for his instructions.
 
I waited for
him to command me to open my mouth, to hold the back of my head as he pushed
the head of his dick into me.
 

I ached for the taste of him, for the
feel of him thick in my mouth, spreading out my cheeks.
 
I want him to choke me with his cock.

But instead of making me suck him, he
took a step back.
 
I inched toward
him on my knees, panic flying through me at the thought of him making me stay
there, waiting, the way he’d been doing.

“Stop.”
 
He held his hand up, palm forward, and I stopped.

He crossed the room to the desk in the
corner, stood and stared at me.
 

“Crawl to me, Charlotte,” he
growled.
 
I crawled to him, the
carpet rough under my hands and knees.

When I reached him, I kneeled with my
head down, waiting for further instructions.

“Good girl,” Noah said approvingly.
 
“Now pull my pants down.”
 

I reached up and pulled his pants down as
he undid his tie, unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it away.
 
When he was naked, he walked across the
room, disappearing out of my line of vision.
 
I heard him rummaging around for something in the closet.

“Crawl back to the ottoman, Charlotte.”

I did as I was told, crawling back to the
ottoman, waiting.

When he came back, I felt his breath on
the back of my neck as he bent down to talk to me, his body enveloping mine.

“I’m going to tie your hands together
now, Charlotte,” he said.
 
His
breath was warm on my neck, his lips grazing my skin as he spoke.
 
“I’m going to tie you up and then I’m
going to punish you.”

I bit my lip.
 

“Do you understand?”
 

“Yes, sir.”

“Do you know why you are being
punished?”
 
He grabbed my arms,
forced them behind my back, pushed my wrists together until they were crossed.

“Because I …”

“Do you trust me, Charlotte?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know how it feels when you act
like you don’t?”

“No.”
“Are you willing to prove your trust for me, Charlotte?” he breathed.

“Yes.”
 
I felt something rough and twisty sliding across the back of
my wrists.
 
A rope.
 
Noah was tying my wrists together with
a rope.
 
There would be no
handcuffs, no scarves, no ties.
 
This time I would be tied with a rope, the kind of rope that could leave
deep marks.

My body overflowed with desire, wanting
him to leave marks on me.
 

Stop,
my mind cried.
 
Are you crazy?
 
You’re
about to testify at an evidentiary hearing.
 
Do you really want to have marks on your wrists where he
tied you up?

But I pushed the thoughts out.

I didn’t care.

I was reckless, drunk on lust and
excitement, the kind of crazed abandon I’d only ever read about, the kind of
want I’d never thought could exist in real life.
 
The kind of insane desire that could make you do crazy
things, the kind that could cloud your judgment and make you lose all sense of
reason.

Noah tied the ropes tight, the threads biting
in my skin.
 

Then he pushed me down onto the ottoman,
so that my cheek sunk into the leather.
 
He pulled my panties off of me in one swift motion.

I heard a swishing noise, and then
something slid over my skin, soft and supple.

His belt.

“I’m going to spank you with this belt
now, Charlotte,” he said, his voice even.
 

He was barely finished speaking before I
heard it.

Slash.

The belt bit through the air and landed
on my backside.
 
It was a soft hit,
just enough to leave my skin hot, but not enough to really hurt.
 

“Do you trust me, Charlotte?” Noah
demanded.

“Yes.”

“I don’t believe you.”
 

He punctuated his words with whips.
 

The slashes were becoming harder now, and
I cried out at the last one.
 
My
skin was raw and sore, and the stinging pain zipped through my skin.
 
I didn’t care.
 
I was an animal, I was crazed and out
of my mind.
 
I wanted more.
 
“More, please,” I said.
 
“I want more.”

He crossed into my line of vision, his
body strong, tall, commanding.
 
The
room was dark, the blinds closed tightly, and he stepped in front of the light
that was sitting on the desk, which illuminated him, casting him in an ethereal
glow.

“More what, Charlotte?”
 
He took my chin in his hand, cupping it
gently in his palm, his finger sliding against my bottom lip and slipping back
into my mouth.

“More submission.”

He grinned, a wicked grin, then took the
belt and wrapped it around my neck.
 
I stayed still.
 
It was
another one of his tests.
 
He
tightened the belt around my neck, fastening it around me like it was a collar.

“I want you to climb onto the ottoman
now.”
 
He wrapped the end of the
belt around his hand, tightening it.
 
“And get on all fours.”

I climbed up as I was told, the belt
cutting into my neck as I moved.
 
I
perched on all fours, my ass in the air.

“Arch your back.
 
Show me your ass.”

I arched my back, sticking my ass out
toward him.
 
He reached out and
rubbed the sore flesh of my backside, then pulled back and delivered a stinging
slap with his hand, letting me know that just because he didn’t have a belt in
his hands anymore didn’t mean the pain was over.

I was so turned on I felt like I was
going to explode.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he
rasped.
 
His hand reached out and
grabbed a handful of my hair, twisted it around his fingers and tangled it with
the belt.
 
I moaned.
 
I was at his mercy -- with a slight
pull he’d be pulling my hair and choking me at the same time.

His other hand rubbed my ass softly, and
then I felt him slide a finger in between my cheeks.

“I’m going to take your ass, Charlotte,”
he said.

The words sent panic through my body, and
I whimpered.
 
I thought he would
try to get me ready first, would at least use his fingers or the butt plug
again, but a second later, I felt his cock push up against me.

I whined again, and he pulled on the belt
gently.
 
“Do not make a sound.
 
Do not move.”
 
His rock hard cock was up against my ass cheeks, and I could
feel him pushing harder into me.

He paused for an excruciatingly long moment,
and then I felt the head of his dick push into me slowly.

The sensation was so foreign to me, so
startling, that I gasped.
 
In
return, I got a stinging slap on my ass and another pull of the belt.
 

He waited until I was quiet, then pushed
in further.

My ass spread out around him, sending
waves of pain through my body.
 
He
pushed in further, so far I was this close to using our safe word, was about to
say it when the pain began to dissipate.

I felt myself relaxing around him, and
the pain was replaced with pleasure.