Never Have I Ever

by Clearwing, August

  But, because it was Ethan, the likelihood of receiving a direct answer from him waned as the conversation went on.

  “If you don’t walk away now, you will regret it in the future.”

  I snorted and rolled my eyes. “Another threat?”

  “Not a threat, a request. I’ve learned that you’re stronger than the others before you. There’s nothing I can threaten you with that you can’t find your way around.” After one more drink of his wine, he nodded to me. “Thank you for dinner, Miss Minogue, and goodnight.”

  The front door closed up tight as he left. Sick and tired of fighting the good fight, of being reasonable, I simply let him walk away. I stared at the wine glasses in front of me for a solid minute before I snatched them from the table and brought them into the kitchen. I took the opportunity to drain the remainder of the bottle of wine into my glass, and then drained the wine from my glass in three large gulps. My hand gripped the glass so tight I thought it might shatter. When I swallowed down the last of it, I made it shatter. All of my frustration and rage at my inability to get through to Ethan just snapped in me. The glass flew from my hand and smashed against the wall of my kitchen, scattering pieces across the linoleum floor and dark counter tops.

  The wine glass’ death was not in vain; it prevented me from screaming at the top of my lungs and alerting Noah to my outburst of frustration. I braced against the sink and tried to think of anything and everything except Ethan’s blatantly discourteous behavior. He never even went to say goodbye to Noah before he left. That, I think, was what annoyed me the most.

  I swept up the broken glass in the kitchen, resolving to vacuum what I missed in the morning. Cocoa usually confined herself to the living room and bedroom so I wasn’t worried about her getting cut that night. I popped the cork on the bottle of white wine, poured two glasses, and made my way out onto the back porch with Noah where red and purple slowly took over the sky as the sun began to make its final descent into night.

  “Hey sweetness, where’s Ethan?”

  “Just you and me now, Sir,” I said as handed him a glass.

  Noah accepted it with a sigh. “I had a feeling he might take off.”

  I hopped up on the railing beside him and stared down at my wine. “In classic douchebag style, too… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t say that. That man just gets to me.”

  His tone got more serious, “What did he do?”

  I shrugged, my attention focused on the glass in my hands. “He doesn’t want me with you and I don’t know how to convince him I’m not a threat. Every time I’ve tried he’s railroaded me. It feels like I’ve not had enough time to talk some sense into him.”

  “Hey, look at me,” Noah said. I did. “You don’t have to impress him. He isn’t the one who wants to keep you.”

  I gave a little smile, perhaps knowing, after that statement, I meant more to Noah than a summer fling. I didn’t remember until that moment, but he told me before his longest relationship, with Selene, lasted only four months. Our four month mark was just about to slam into us.

  “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. “Whatever 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.

  {CHAPTER SEVENTEEN}

  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 goi
ng 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.

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bsp; “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.”

  The Sybian was cranked up again, ruthlessly attacking my responsive sex. My jaw slackened; I was panting like a bitch in heat for more.

  “Oh, fuck!”

  His left hand was at my right breast, massaging the weight of it. His voice, his scent, and the touch of his fingers were a direct line to my core. I adored hearing him talk like that, reminding me I was forever under his control.

  “That’s it, pet, come for me. I want all of it. It belongs to me and I’m taking it tonight. Tonight, and every night. You’re mine.”

  He rolled my nipple between his fingers, and that was all it took to make me sail over the edge a second time. I tensed, rocking forward to writhe against the Sybian, to push my forehead against his with a silent scream and a string of pained, moaned calls to God and everybody.

  “Good girl,” Noah cooed, “Give me more.”

  “It hurts, Sir,” I managed to squeak out between breaths.

  “And you love every moment of it. Don’t you, slut?”

  I did. I really did. The anguish of pushing through the aftershocks of one orgasm and tumbling into the next in rapid succession pounded against my psyche to elevate me almost to transcendence. Things like this, the forced orgasms, the hard flogging, all of it could have been mistaken for punishment to a normal person—even by others in the lifestyle, I supposed, but Noah discovered rather quickly that I enjoyed the sting of a flogger and a crop too much to use it as punishment on me. Several times prior, he stopped himself before he drew blood, and even then I was still begging for it. When it came to punishment, pain was not usually on the list. He had to get much more creative for me.

  But this was not punishment. This was all ache and ecstasy.

  “Oh God, it’s too much.”

  His hand moved from my breast and I felt the flogger lick my ass and thigh again.