Never Have I Ever (36 page)

“It would make life easier is
all.
”

“Ethan will never be happy with anyone in my life. I should have told you that sooner to save you the aggravation.”

“So he hates all the women you’ve been with?”

Noah leaned against the railing and stared out at the tree line behind my apartment. “There hasn’t been anybody else. Sure, a one night stand here and there, but never anyone I cared to remember.
Never anyone who mattered.
Ethan doesn’t hate you, Piper.” He took a short drink as if to give himself the courage to add, “He hates me.”

That was the absolute last thing I expected to come out of his mouth.

“How can he hate you and still be in business with you? What’s more, how can he hate you as your brother?”

He glanced between me and the trees. “The business is just that. Have you ever seen us together outside of a business context?”

“No, I guess I haven’t.”

“That’s because we don’t associate with each other outside of a business context.”

“Why?”

He chuckled nervously. “I inadvertently screwed him out of his best chance for happiness a while back. He still holds a grudge.”

Noah said he was complicated when I first met him. Now, one dead-but-not-quite-dead ex-girlfriend and one semi-estranged older brother later, I began to wonder what else his life happened to be made of before me. But then, were the two mutually exclusive?

I sighed and rubbed the consternation from my face. “Even if I did manage to gain his approval as a human being, he still resents me for existing. I’m an idiot. Tonight was a waste.”

“Well,” Noah said with a touch of mischief, “I wouldn’t say a complete waste.”

I raised an eyebrow at him, a small smile of my own beginning to crawl across my lips. “What
ever
do you mean, Sir?”

He moved from his place at the railing and stood between my legs. His free hand traveled up my arm, over my shoulder and came to rest at the base of my neck. Even now his touch sent shivers through me; a sudden blast of hot and cold air fighting against one other across my skin.

“With Ethan gone, I have you all to myself. And I think I can find something to cheer my pet up.”

“I’d like that,” I whispered. “I need to get lost with you, Sir.”

“Good, because I came prepared tonight,” he said. He pulled me in for a kiss to seal the plan.

A blindfold was placed over my eyes and tied at the back of my head, plunging me into darkness so I could not anticipate what was to come by watching Noah. In the familiarity of my bedroom, I stood naked save for the ornate cuffs on my wrists; cuffs which had not come off since arriving home. He folded my arms, one atop the other, behind my back and took his time securing them in place with a length of rope wound in a thick row against them. After checking to make certain the ropes did not cut off circulation, I felt him leave my side. Every time he moved away from me my breath quickened in desperation, as if a portion of me remained afraid he would never return.

The feeling was a lie my body told me, of course, because he always returned; sometimes with a ruthless slap across my ass and others with a light stroke of my breast. This time he returned with words alone; soft words, spoken at just above a whisper which I regretted I could not touch when they were so near to me.

“Tonight, my pet, I am going to make you forget all your worries. Would you like that?”

I
shuddered
a little, wanting Noah’s lips on mine to accompany his voice.

“Yes Sir, I’d like that very much.”

I needed his hands over my skin, the crop strike my flesh, and more. Being played with and used took me to a new place where the only two people alive were him and me. All of the aggravation at the world around him was filtered through me when he took me hard. All of the devotion to the nuances of pleasure focused on me when he caressed my flesh in a tender touch. I did not care what type of touch he decided to give me, gentle or harsh, as long as it was administered by him.

Exclusively by him.

“Turn to your left and take a small step forward. The bed is right in front of you. Kneel up on it.”

I did as he asked. The side of the mattress was knee-high to me and as I found it with my leg I balanced well enough to climb up onto the edge without toppling over. I kneeled there, facing the center of the bed, with my legs apart.

From behind me, he practically purred in my ear, “What do you want?”

“Please touch me, Sir,” I replied breathlessly.

“Patience is a virtue, my dear.”

“Oh God no it’s not,” I groaned in frustration, “Not right now it’s not.”

I was answered with a chuckle and a playful swat to my ass. I jumped slightly, not expecting him to follow through, though considering my outburst, almost expecting the smack to be harder for my tone of voice. Considering the evening I just had, maybe he was going easier on me tonight. It was such a tease.

An instant later he moved away from me again and said, “Stay right there. I’m stepping outside. I’ll only be a moment.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Noah left the room, then the apartment altogether, for several painstaking minutes. Even though I trusted Noah with my life, the apprehension of waiting and being left alone while tied and blindfolded freaked me out to a small degree. He never left me alone when I was completely immobilized; I thanked God for that. As miniscule as the risk of fire or other tragedies was, he always made certain I was able to get out if the need arose.

A few minutes later I heard the front door open and shut again, the deadbolt clicking into position. The zipper of a large bag whipped open when he entered the room. Something heavy was placed on the bed. I felt the mattress sag somewhat in front of me.

“What is that, Sir?”

“This, my sweet little fuck toy, is your new best friend,” he replied as I heard him circle around behind me.
“Now, no more talking.”
His hand grazed the side of my face. I felt his fingers brush against my lips as he gave the next command, “Open.”

My lips parted to allow his fingers access. I had to resist the urge to suck them selfishly into my mouth before he slipped back and replaced the salt of his skin with the cool rubber of a ball gag. He secured the buckle behind my head as he did the blindfold. He was quiet as he stepped aside. I heard him shift the weight on the bed, metal and a cable maybe, and the gentle snap of something into place. I could not stand it. I wanted to know what he was doing, what he was planning. The heat of my excitement for his plans pulsed through my sex. I wanted to rub my legs together to give me at least some semblance of relief, but if I did it would mean swift punishment, and I did not think I could stand that after the events of the past week.

As if he could read my mind, though, Noah’s fingers suddenly stroked the folds of my pussy. I held my breath for an instant. He seemed pleased with what he discovered there.

“Wet for me already, are we?”

I finally remembered to breathe, releasing a soft whimper in simultaneous acknowledgement and protest when he withdrew his hand. He took hold of my bound arms behind my back and pushed in a silent command to move forward. I scooted towards the center of the bed until my knee made contact with something solid there. He lifted my left leg over the object and pivoted me so I was facing the foot of the bed.

“Get comfortable,” he said. “Let’s see just how wet I can make you.”

Something wide and cool was between my thighs, though it warmed with the heat of my body. I found I was able to sit down fully, so relaxed against it. A ribbed textured pad of some kind teased against my swollen clit.

“Nod your head, yes or no, have you ever heard of a Sybian?”

The word sounded familiar, but I was not entirely sure where I had heard it. I had a sense I was about to find out, but I shook my head from side to side.

He laughed, “In that case, this will be quite an experience for you. For the sake of your sanity, you have permission to come as much as you’d like tonight.”

With the click of a button, the device between my thighs began to vibrate gently, immediately eliciting a shocked squeak from me. Goosebumps raced across my skin and I felt my nipples become hard in an instant. The textured pad positioned below me moved against my clit. My squeal faded into a sighed moan of pleasure at the sensation. Though tied behind my back, my hands tightened into fists. Once I began to get used to the fantastic feeling, the intensity was turned up a notch.

Oh dear Lord, it had multiple levels!

I bit down on the gag in my mouth while the vibrations coursed through my pussy to the core of my body. I rocked my hips to add to the increasing pleasure.

“Seeing you like this is such a turn on. You’re so beautiful, and so completely submissive to anything I want you to do.”

Were it not for the gag I would have smiled a thank you at his compliment. If only he knew the depth of that emotion in me.
Just picturing him watching me after he said it made me wetter.
I could not see him, but I imagined him standing there at the foot of the bed, stroking his hard cock while he watched me ride the machine. I wished I could taste him, that the rubber ball gag would be replaced with his hardness to worship and show just how appreciative I was for such a delightful experience.

Once again the vibrations increased. The Sybian hummed loud in the bedroom, muffled only by the comforters on the bed and my weight pressing down on it.

Noah’s voice coming from beside the bed instead of in front of me startled me a bit. “This will mostly be for your enjoyment, but I’m leaving marks on you tonight for my own, slut. I want you to look in the mirror tomorrow and still see red.”

As he started by gliding what I recognized as the tails of a flogger across my thigh, I moaned out. It was a simple display of trust and expectancy for both of us. The tendrils kissed my thigh with a thwack. I clenched my legs against the Sybian, the first soft strike turning me on more.

Another lash came down, higher and harder this time. Little by little, each swing of the flogger grew in power. He swung it against my abdomen in slow circles, working his way up my stomach and chest. Every few inches, the strength of the vibration on my pussy grew, as well. I did not know how high it went, but between the licks of the flogger against my breasts and the machine at work, my first climax built quicker than ever.

I was a hot, moaning ball of pleasure in no time flat. Everything, from the smell of the leather, the rush of air against my skin, the sharp strands of the flogger, and the intense attention on my clit, to feeling completely helpless at Noah’s hands, bound and gagged all railed against me into oblivion. I cried out as best I could with no regard for the neighbors, arching my back and straining against the ropes, my chest heaving as I struggled to keep breathing through my orgasm.

In all that time, and even after my orgasm left me trembling, Noah did not relent. The flogger was moved from one breast to the other, back and forth to keep an even beat while it nipped at my flesh. I whimpered and whined, which only encouraged his continuance. At first, he backed off slightly, moving the attentions of the leather to my ass and lower back. The Sybian continued its assault on my sensitive pussy, as well. I squirmed, even tried to kneel up a little to give my clit a chance to recover. When I did, the flogger came down harder across both cheeks of my ass.

“You’re not finished yet, pet. Sit back down.”

I whined once again, but complied. Tiny beads of sweat began gathering at my temples and soaked into the fabric of the blindfold. By then my skin must have been a solid red. After one particularly hard strike against my stomach, I shrieked behind the gag and doubled over while the fire of the lash seared through me.

“You okay?” Noah asked.

There was no urgency in his voice, but subtle concern laced itself within the words. He dialed down the Sybian. A moment later, I nodded; my breath coming in short bursts as the stinging subsided.

“Do you want to use your safe word?”

Fuck that!
I shook my head fervently.

“More?” he finally asked, and I nodded again.

This glorious coupling of delight and aching at his hands was the only thing that satisfied me. I wanted as much as he was willing to give.

“Such a brave girl you are. Sit up straight.”

I took a deep breath, steeled myself, and rose back up onto the machine beneath me. The discomfort of the vibrations on my tender clit once again faded into pleasure as the Sybian became slick with
my cum
. The mattress gave way as I felt him climb up onto the bed with me. He reached around to the back of my head and unclasped the ball gag, removing it from behind my teeth gently. Saliva dripped from my lips. I flexed my jaw, relieved to have it gone for the most part.

Noah’s right hand was then at the back of my head once more. I gave no resistance when he brought my face close to his. His fingers gripped the nape of my neck, his forehead against mine.

“I want all of you, my little slut,” he said in a raspy, unyielding whisper. “Every little twitch of your orgasms, every single intake of breath is at my will. I’m going to make you come over and over until you can’t bear another moment of it.
Until you beg for it to stop.”