What He Resists (What He Wants, Book Nine) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) (3 page)

“I can’t stay away from you,” he said,
sounding almost dazed.
 
“Even now,
just being three feet from you, is torture.”

“Then don’t stay away.”
 
I got down on my knees, like I had the
other night, and stared up at him.
 

He shook his head.
 
“I can’t.
 
We can’t.
 
I
shouldn’t have come here.
 
Shit,” he
said, running his hand through his hair.
 
“My head is a fucking mess right now.”

“Please,” I begged.
 
“Please, Noah.
 
I want you to.”

His face began to morph into that same
look of domination he got whenever he was about to punish me.

“I want you to,” I whispered again.
  
“I want you to.”

I saw his last ounce of self-control
crumbling, felt like I was literally watching him lose his will to resist
me.
 
And that’s when I realized it
– as much as I couldn’t resist him, he couldn’t resist me.

He was my weakness.

And I was his.

“Stand up,” he growled.
 
“And strip.”

I stood up, pulled my shirt off, and
dropped it to the floor.
 
Then I
unbuttoned my jeans and pulled the zipper down slowly.
 
My pulse was already racing under his
gaze, because of the way he was looking at me as if I was a prize he was
deciding just exactly what to do with.

“Turn around,” he demanded.
 
“And go slow so I can see your ass.”

I turned around and pulled my jeans off
slowly, making sure I spread my legs just slightly so he could get a good look
at my pussy from behind.

When I was done, I stood there in my bra
and panties, waiting for his instructions.

He crossed the room to me, reached down
and ran his finger over my bottom lip.

“You are so damn beautiful,” he
whispered.
 
He was looking at me in
a way no one had ever looked at me before, his eyes filled with awe and
longing.

He pushed me back up against the wall,
continuing his assault on my mouth, kissing me over and over again until I was
breathless.

“Wait here,” he commanded.

He disappeared into the sitting room area
of the suite, and when he came back, he was holding two pairs of
handcuffs.
 

“Two?” I asked.
 
“Why do we need two?”

But Noah didn’t answer.
 
Instead, he clicked one of the cuffs
from each pair around each of my wrists.

Then he led me by my handcuffs, bringing
me slowly toward the balcony.
 
He
slid the sliding glass door open and stepped out onto the patio.
 
The cool night air hit my skin, causing
my nipples to harden and goose bumps to break out on my arms.

I hesitated, but he yanked on the cuffs,
pulling me close to him.

The warmth of his body put me at ease,
his hand sliding down my back and over my ass, pushing me into him.
 
I could feel his cock, rock hard
through his jeans.

“Do you want to please me, Charlotte?” he
demanded.

“Yes.”

“Then lie down.”

He pointed to a chaise lounge that was
pushed against one side of the terrace.
 
I lied down, anticipation and fear sliding down my spine.
 
I was outside in just my bra and thong,
handcuffed like some kind of animal.
 
The penthouse was high enough off the ground that I didn’t
have to worry about being seen by people passing by on the street, but there
were people in the building across from us that would have a full view of the
balcony.

“Arms up,” Noah growled.

I put my arms up and he handcuffed me to
the bars of the terrace behind me, so that I was lying on the chaise, half
naked and vulnerable, unable to get away, even if I wanted to.

He straddled me, pulling off the
button-down he was wearing, followed by his white t-shirt.
 
The rippling muscles of his chest came
into view, and I moaned, wishing my hands were free so I could reach out and
touch the smoothness of his skin, the tautness of his stomach.
 

He bent down and kissed me again before
reaching down and tugging at my bra, sliding the silky cups down until my
breasts were exposed.

“Mmm,” Noah said as he played with my
tits.
 
“You are so fucking sexy,
Charlotte.”
 
He twisted my nipple,
sending pleasure ricocheting through my body.
 
“Does that feel good?”

“Yes,” I whimpered.

 
“Tell me.”

“That feels good.”

“Are you mine?”

“I’m yours, Noah.”

“Look at me.”

I locked my gaze onto his.
 
“You own me,” I breathed.

“Say it again.”

“You own me.”

 
He slid down my body in one fluid motion until he was between
my legs.
 
He pushed my legs apart
and my panties over to the side, exposing my pussy. And then his tongue slid
inside of me, warm and wet and good, pushing deep as he kissed my core.
 

I moaned softly, forgetting that would
make him stop.

He took his mouth away and he slapped my
pussy with the flat of his hand, sending an exquisite stinging sensation
through my skin.
 
“Quiet.”

I squirmed on the chaise, but he held my
legs open and pinned them down.
 

“Stay.
 
Still,” he growled.

I stopped moving.
 
His fingers were still on my pussy
lips, spreading them open until my clit was hard and exposed.
 
It was an exquisite torture, being told
to stay still while not being fully restrained.
 
I almost wished he’d have cuffed my legs, too, so that I
wouldn’t have had to rely on just my willpower not to move.
 
It was unbearable.

He blew on my pussy, his breath warming
my clit while sending chills skittering throughout the rest of my body.
 
He slapped my pussy again, and then he
was back at it, eating me hard and deep, his fingers and tongue speeding up,
moving in rhythm until I could feel the wave of an orgasm building inside of
me.

I stayed quiet.

I stayed still.

And yet somehow he was able to tell
exactly when I was about to get pushed over the edge, because he pulled back,
teasing me.

“Beg,” he demanded.

“Please,” I said.
 
“Please, Noah, I want to come.
 
Please, put your mouth back on me.”

“Look at me.”

I looked at him.
 
There was a mischievous glint in his
eyes, and he grinned at me devilishly before standing up and walking away,
leaving me with my tits and pussy exposed, alone on the balcony.

I waited, my body hot and wet with
desire, wondering what new torture he was going to return with.

But he didn’t come back.

“Noah,” I called after a moment.
 
“Noah!”

He appeared in the doorway.
 
“Quiet.”

“No, please.”
 
I wiggled around on the chair.
 
My body felt like it was on fire, the ache and want in my
pussy so intense I had to resist the urge to beg Noah to put me out of my
misery.
 
The fact that anyone in
the neighboring buildings could look out their windows and see me, exposed and
pleading, terrified and excited me.
 
“I need to come.”

“Then you have to be quiet.”

I moaned.

“Charlotte,” he said, his voice a
warning.

I bit my lip.

He stood there staring at me for a long
moment, waiting to see if I was going to disobey him.
 
The sight of his ripped chest and broad shoulders, the
visible bulge in his pants, the six-pack that narrowed into the sexy V of his
hips, only served to magnify my longing.

He disappeared back into the suite.

I lasted for three minutes before a
whimper escaped my lips.

When he came back, he was holding
something in his hands.

“What is that?” I asked as he moved
across the terrace toward me.

“Something to keep you quiet.”

He pushed something into my mouth,
something rubbery and round that stretched my lips.
 
Straps were placed around the back of my neck and fastened.

A gag.
 

Noah had put a ball gag on me.

When he was done gagging me, he left me
there.

My eyes filled with tears of
humiliation.
 
I was bound and
gagged, out on a terrace, my bra pulled down, my panties pulled aside.
  
My pussy ached -- I was so turned
on from being treated like this.
 
I
loved being submissive to him, loved that he was pushing me past my limits and
then some.

A cool breeze tickled my skin, sending a
tingle through my whole body before settling around my clit.
 
I wanted to spread my legs, to try to
grind myself against the chair and get myself off, but I knew if Noah saw me
moving, the punishment would be severe.

So I waited.

And waited.

And waited some more.

Finally, he came for me.

“Good girl,” he said approvingly when he
saw I was forcing myself to stay completely still.
 
He ran his finger down my body, over my nipple, down across
my rib cage.
 
“I’m going to grab
your waist,” he said.
 
“When I do,
wrap your legs around me.
 
Do you
understand?”

I nodded.

He picked me up easily, making me feel
light and small against his broad frame.
 
I wrapped my legs around him and he kicked the lounge chair out from
underneath me.
 

“Stand up.”

I stood, my back against the wrought iron
bars of the terrace.
 
His body
pushed up against mine, his hand moving down my side, over the side of my
breast, over my hip before moving to my thigh.
 
He dipped his finger into my pussy.
 
“Shit, baby, you are so wet.”

He was making me wetter.

“I’m going to take your gag out now,” he
said.
 
“But do not make a
sound.
 
Do you understand,
Charlotte?”

I nodded.

He reached behind me and undid the gag,
letting the rubber ball fall out of my mouth.
 
The relief was immediate.
 

“Good girl,” he said.
 

He grinned again, trailing a finger into
my mouth.
 
I could taste my pussy
on him, bitter and spicy, and it was so dirty that it sent excitement zinging
through my body.
 

He reached down and undid his pants, then
pulled his cock out.
 
It was rock
hard, thick, and perfect.
 

“Noah,” I moaned, before I could stop
myself.

His eyes flashed with disapproval, and I
quickly shut my mouth.

“You will speak only when I allow you
to,” he said.
 
“And then you will
only beg.”

I bit the inside of my mouth so hard I
could taste blood.
 

For a long moment, he just stared at me,
like he was trying to decide if I could be trusted to follow his instructions
or not.
 
Finally, he must have
decided to take pity on me, because he reached down and pulled his jeans and
boxers off, tossing them onto the chaise lounge I’d just been laying on.

“Wrap your legs back around me,” Noah
commanded.

I did as I was told.
 

His dick throbbed against the folds of my
pussy, and the sensation was exquisite.
 
I’d been ready to come after he’d licked and sucked me, and every minute
that had gone by since then had only served to drive me more insane.

But he gripped my hips tight, holding me up
and putting just enough distance between me and his cock that his hardness only
grazed against me.

“How bad do you want my cock?” he asked,
his eyes locked on mine.
 
It was a
test.
 
He’d told me I couldn’t talk
until he’d given me permission, so I stayed quiet.
 
The side of his mouth twitched into a smirk.
 
“Smart girl.”