What He Protects (What He Wants, Book Six) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) (5 page)

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.

“A friend.”

“A friend?”

“Yes, Charlotte.
 
A friend.
 
Someone who’s looking out for you.”
 
The voice was male, not exactly creepy,
but still scary, if only for the fact that it was so obviously attempting to be
disguised.
 

“Josh?”
 
I demanded.
 
“Is
that you?”

“No.”

“Then who is this?”

“You need to find a man named Audi
James.
 
He can help you,
Charlotte.”

“What?”
 
My heart was starting to beat fast in my chest, and I looked
toward the bathroom door, wondering if I should call for Noah.