What He Promises (13 page)

“Push your tits together,” he commanded.

I pushed my breasts together, my heart beating
so hard and fast I could feel it in the hollow of my throat.
 
The room was cold but my body was on
fire as Noah leaned down and drew my nipple into his mouth, sucking soft then
hard, then soft, moving back and forth, giving both of my tits equal attention.

When he was done, my nipples were sore and
peaked, and my body felt like it was going to explode if he didn’t fuck me.

“I’m going to tie you down now, Charlotte,” he
said.
 
“Lay still.”

I swallowed, not sure how I was going to keep
still when he had me so turned on I felt like I was going to jump out of my
skin. “Yes, sir.”

His eyes swept the room, looking for something
to tie me with.
 

He walked back into my office and returned with
a phone cord.

“How resourceful of you, Mr. Cutler,” I said
teasingly.

“Quiet,” he said.
 
“Arms over your head.”

I obeyed, and he wrapped the cord around my
wrists, securing me to the metal rings that hung off the top of the leather
headboard.

I watched as he crossed the room to the tiny
refrigerator in the corner, pulled out a bucket of ice and set it down on the
table next to us.

“Keep your eyes on mine.”
 
Noah began unbuttoning his shirt,
pulling the wet material from his skin.
 
The muscles in his chest flexed, his pecs and abs and six pack all on
display for me.
 
I groaned as I took
him in, all of his gorgeous, damaged beauty.

“Quiet, Charlotte,” he warned.
 
“Or I will leave you here.”

The thought of him leaving me here, tied up and
wanting, the way he’d left me many times before, was devastating.
 
I collected all of my self-control and kept
my mouth shut.

He reached into the bucket and pulled out an
ice cube, held it between his fingers and slid it down the hollow of my throat,
over my nipples, down my ribcage.
 
I
shivered as he took the ice further, circling my navel, letting the cool
moisture drip and pool into my belly button.

And then he kept going, until he was rubbing it
against my clit.
 
I arched my back
and bit my lip hard to keep from making a sound.
 
I think I may have whimpered, but I
wasn’t sure.
 
I was so out of my
mind with lust for him that I hardly knew what was happening.

He silenced me with a kiss, his mouth covering
mine, hot and wet and good.
 
I
arched my back, pushing myself into his fingers as his tongue tangled with
mine, the coldness of the ice a stark contrast to the warmth of his mouth.

He kept kissing me, kept rubbing the ice cube
on my clit until it had melted and all that was left was his fingers.

“You’re so wet, baby,” he breathed.
 
I looked away from him, because I
couldn’t take looking at him, couldn’t take the way his eyes locked on mine,
how gorgeous and beautiful he was.
 
“Do you want me inside of you?”

He rubbed his finger over my clit, varying the
pressure before finally sliding it inside of me.

“Yes,” I groaned

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir, I want you inside of me.”

He grinned and straightened up, shucked off his
jeans and boxers and then climbed on top of me, straddling me high on my body,
way above my hips.

“Hold your tits around my dick.”

I pushed them together as he began to fuck
them.
 

He grabbed the back of my head and pulled it up
toward him, making me take his cock into my mouth.
 
His balls hit my chin, his cock sliding
further and further down my throat.

He pushed it all the way in, until I was taking
his whole length.
 
He held me there
for a moment, staring down at me with his cock buried in my mouth to the
hilt.
 
My eyes began to water and he
finally let me go.

I gasped for air as he climbed off of me and
walked over to the closet in the corner, took something that looked like a long
line of beads off a hook and brought them over to me.

“What are those?” I asked, my voice a mixture
of fear and excitement.

He grinned and sat next to me on the bed, then
spread my legs wide.

“Noah,” I said, starring at the long strand of
black beads in his hand. “What are those?”

“Anal beads,” he said wickedly.

Anal beads.

The words vibrated through my body.
 
I flashed back to him fucking me in the
ass, how good it had felt when he’d put that butt plug inside of me, how it had
felt to have him own me in my most private places.

Red.

The word flashed through my mind like a blazing
neon sign.

You could say it, Charlotte.
 
Say it and he’ll stop.

But I didn’t want him to stop.

I wanted him to possess me, to take me, to own
me.
 
Every single
part of me.
 

He started gently, rubbing the beads over my
opening.
 
They were surprisingly
soft, and for a moment, I thought it might not be as bad as I thought.

He slipped the first one inside of me and I
gasped.

“Shh,” Noah said, putting a finger to my
lips.
 
He slipped the tip into my
mouth and I sucked on it hungrily.
 

He pushed the second bead inside of my ass, and
I sucked his finger harder.
 
The
combination of pain and exquisite pressure was almost too much to take.
 
I gasped again, my breathing coming in
harder gasps.

I arched my back and tried to pull back, but Noah
steadied my hip with his hand. “Stay still,” he demanded, his tone rough.

I forced myself to stay still.
 

He paused a moment, letting my body get used to
what was inside of me, and then just when I was, he slipped another bead inside
of me.
 
I felt my ass spreading out
painfully, followed by a rush of hot pleasure.

“Does that feel good baby?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m going to fuck you now.”

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me, Noah
..
sir
…
 
Please just… I need…”

“What?” he asked, and then he was on top of me,
his cock rock hard against me.

“Please, sir, fuck me.”

His body was so beautiful, and he shifted
himself back, pressing his cock against my tight opening.
 
As he did, the anal beads shifted just a
tiny bit, red heat sliding from my ass to my pussy before ricocheting through
my entire body.

Noah’s hands were on my hips, one on each, and
he held me down to the bed tightly as he finally pushed inside of me.

When he was all the way in, he laid his body on
top of mine, kissing me again until I was dizzy.

He licked a line down my throat, his eyes on
mine the whole time.
 
He raised
himself onto his hands, his body poised above mine, his cock inside me but not
moving.
 

I reached up and touched him, my fingers just
free enough to be able to graze his skin.
 
I ran them along his scar, still red and raw from where he’d had his stitches
removed earlier in the week.
 
He
started to pull away, but I needed to touch him, needed to feel this part of
him, needed to remember what had happened to us, what we had gone through.
 

He must have seen this need reflected in my
eyes, because he stopped for a beat, let me feel his scar.
 
I felt the tears welling up in my eyes,
not because I was scared or sad, but because I loved him so much I couldn’t
even fathom the amount of pain he’d been in.

After another moment, he took my hand and
pushed it back up to the headboard, pulling the cord tighter around my wrists.

“Do not move,” he said.
 
“Do you understand?”

I nodded as he began to fuck me, slow at first
and then harder.

“Do you like that, baby?” he demanded.

“Yes.”

“You are mine,” he said.
 
“You are mine forever.”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”
“I’m yours, Noah.
 
I’m yours
forever.”

He began to move faster, totally in control of
my body, every part of me, my pussy, my ass, my body, my soul.
 
He thrust inside of me, possessing me,
owning me, making me his.

My orgasm built like a crushing wave inside of
me, swelling and cresting.
 
I cried
out as I came and Noah crushed his mouth into mine, his hands on my face as he exploded
inside of me, his warmth filling me, taking me, claiming as his own.

He collapsed on top of me, his breathing heavy.

After a moment, he reached up and untied my
hands, kissing my wrists as he released me.
 
He slid the anal beads slowly out of me.

“Welcome to the company, Ms. Holloway,” he
said.

“How did I do?” I asked.

“How did you do?”

“Yes.
 
On my first day on the job.”

“I would say it was a success,” he quipped,
grabbing my hand and kissing my fingers.
 
“But you still have a lot to learn.”

“Of course, boss.”

I giggled and snuggled into him, wondering how
in the hell I was laying here in a private sex room my soon-to-be husband had
built for us in the office we would share.

I turned over and looked at him.

“I want to marry you right away,” he said.
 
“I don’t want a long engagement.”

“Okay,” I said, pleasure and warmth sliding
through me.
 
I slid my hand over his
scar again.
 
“Does it hurt?” I
whispered.

He shook his head.
 
“No.”

He allowed me to touch him there again for a
short moment, and then he pulled me close.

“Are you sleepy?” he asked.

“No.”

“How much sleep did you get last night?”

“Enough.”

I didn’t need sleep.

I had a wedding to plan.

Schoolwork to catch up on.

A business to start.

And a man to love.

***

On our way out of the office, Noah took the
phone cord and plugged it back in to the phone that was sitting on my new desk.

“You took that cord from my phone?” I asked,
feigning shock.

“Yes, Charlotte.
 
You saw me come in here, remember?”

“Yes, but I thought maybe it was an extra one
or something.”

“No.”

I shook my head, wondering what it would be
like to answer that phone, if I would ever not be able to think about how Noah
had tied me with it.
 
I shivered.

 
We
were almost out of my office when the phone on my desk rang.

I turned around and stared at it.

“Why is my phone ringing?” I asked.

Noah shrugged. “The website went live this
morning,” he said.
 
“Someone must be
desperate to get in touch with you, Charlotte Holloway.”

I grinned, knowing it had to be a telemarketer
or a wrong number.
 
Or maybe it was
the phone company calling to check that the service was working.

I pranced over to the phone and held it to my
ear, putting on my best over-the-top professional voice. “Cutler and Cutler,
this is Charlotte speaking, how may I help you?”

Noah nodded in approval, making a gesture like
he was tipping his hat at me.
 
It
was so un-Noah like, that I had to turn away from him, knowing that if I didn’t,
I was going to start laughing.

“Charlotte?” The voice on the other end of the
line was male, direct,
short
.

“Yes?” I said, already coming up with my polite
but firm excuse as to why I couldn’t buy whatever it was he was selling.

But the person on the other end stayed silent.

“Yes,” I tried again.
 
“This is Charlotte.
 
Who is this please?”

When he spoke again, all traces of hesitation
were gone.

“Hello, Charlotte,” he said, and now he was
whispering.
 
“I have a secret to
tell you.”