by Hannah Ford
“Consequences to what, Mr. Cutler?” I could feel my pussy getting wet just from the words he was saying, just from the mere suggestion that he would punish me at work.
“To disobeying me.”
His lips touched my skin, sliding over the hollow of my throat.
“What kind of consequences?” I moaned.
“Spankings.” His hands reached down and unbuttoned my jeans, his fingers sliding against my belly. “Whippings.” He tugged them down in the back so that my ass was exposed. “Floggings.”
I moaned again as he grabbed my hips.
“Turn around, Charlotte,” he barked. “And bend over.”
I did it immediately, bracing myself on a leather bench that was sitting on the floor behind us.
He slapped me on the backside with his hand, harder than he usually did, and I cried out.
“You’ve disobeyed me,” he said, and I knew he was talking about the letters, about how I’d gone to see Professor Worthington. “And now there will be consequences.”
“Yes, sir,” I cried as another stinging slap hit my ass.
He continued to spank me, harder and harder, his hand moving between my cheeks until they were red and sore and my pussy was vibrating with need.
“Stand up and turn around,” he growled, and I did as I was told.
He stared at me, his chest heaving. His hair was damp from the rain and he grinned at me devilishly, like he was deciding just what kind of exquisite torture he was about to inflict.
“Take down your pants.”
I slid my jeans down to my ankles, then paused, awaiting further instructions.
“All the way.”
I stepped out of them.
“Now your shirt.”
I reached down and grabbed the bottom of my shirt and began pulling it up, the cold air hitting my torso and causing me to shiver.
“Slower,” Noah said, and the controlling tone in his voice made my heart thrum in my chest. “That’s it.”
My nipples hardened as he looked at me, his eyes searing heat so strong I was sure I could feel it radiating from his body through mine.
“Take off your bra.”
I reached behind me and unhooked it, going slow like he’d told me to, letting it fall off my body and to the floor.
“Turn around, Charlotte, and bend over.”
His tone was so commanding, so strong, that I did what he wanted.
“Arch your back and show me your ass.”
I pushed my ass into the air, and he crossed the room to me, grabbing my hair and yanking my head back, forcing me to look at him. He was still wet from the rain, his white t-shirt clinging to him like a second skin, showing off every ridge, every ripple of his muscular body.
I went to reach for him, but he grabbed my wrist and held it tight.
“Not until I say.”
He leaned and kissed me then, his teeth nipping my bottom lip as he pulled away. Then he picked me up and threw me down on the bed.
“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.
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.”
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