Control - Noah's Rise Bundle (Books I-III): A Billionaire Romance Series

by M. P. Lodi

  In her mind, already she was being forcefully controlled by some brute who was very muscular and didn't take no for an answer. Like most of her fantasies in her adult life, that faceless hot-bodied man held her down and did whatever he wanted. With her eyes closed she said “Let me go, please.” She could feel his cock hard laying on her pussy. He rubbed, softly applying pressure as he leaned over her with arms on either side of her head to keep most of his weight off of her. He was 220 pounds of muscle, with a washboard stomach to die for. She was indeed blessed to have such a man.

  She opened her eyes to look into his, enjoying the sight of his sexy face, tight muscled chest and arms. He had that loving look that no one else ever had with Jen. There was something in the eyes. A twinkle and crease that transformed his entire face into the man that she loved. Jackson kept rubbing, now as if he were making love to her slowly without entering her. He had done this once before when they were back in New York letting her struggle under him as he rubbed her down there with his cock.

  With his right hand on her hair, Jackson turned her head to her right, and then firmly clenched his left hand over her mouth, holding her head to the satin sheet. She couldn't move or utter a sound. She knew what he would do next as he only ever pinned her head like that to do one thing. His mouth started to lightly nibble on her sweet spot below her left ear. Moving back and forth, increasing in intensity as he kept rubbing his cock up and down over her pussy. His teeth massaged, tingled, and bit into her skin lightly. Not enough to leave a mark, but just enough to start her moaning. She was in her zone.

  The sensations drove her wild. He knew they did. She screamed into his hand, doing her best to make a sound. She liked to test her submission with him. Not being able to move her head or scream while struggling with the ropes magnified something within her. She glanced at her bound right hand, fighting against the restraints. Waves of pressure were building inside her, moving through her body from head to toe. A warm tingling feeling started to grow more and more intense as she felt his cock rubbing her clit. She fought to move, the sweet sensation of helplessness started to overcome her. Her eyes closed as she moved deeper into her fantasy. All of her limbs struggled to move and each struggle tightened her muscles inside.

  Her faceless man was in her mind, forcing himself on her, using her body. The buildup continued and tingles could be felt moving around her body as her muscles tightened further. Jackson then thrust into her, keeping her pinned beneath him, her head not able to move. Finally with his beautiful eight inches invading, her pussy at first needed to adjust to the size, and it hurt so deliciously with pleasure that she almost came right there.

  With each of his thrusts, she watched as her wrist encircled by the rope was straining to get away. She couldn't move her head. That damn hand-gag and his other hand on her head kept her pinned. With his hand gag in place, she felt his other hand move down behind her head and grab her hair. Pure pleasure...she closed her eyes and felt him pushing deeper. Jen was so wet that she felt the bed under her being soaked from her excitement. Trying to scream out, her muffled moans were all that could escape his strong hand over her mouth. Jackson's other hand let go of her hair and went to her breast, massaging it as he thrust in and out of her pussy, pushing into her and squeezing delicious pressure onto her nipple. At the same time still nibbling, biting and massaging her neck with his teeth and lips.

  It was pure ecstasy as her tingles were felt even in her bound wrists. Jackson continued with his thrusting, biting, and massaging while pounding into her. He switched his hand to her other breast, doing the same. Now hitting that special spot within her where the tip of his cock could rub deep and make the whole world go away. There was only Jackson, his cock inside her, pleasuring her, and her struggling to free her hands and feet as he pounded in over and over.

  She didn't know how long this lasted, but it was almost too long if you could believe that. He then switched up his hand to her other breast again and nibbled and bit her neck with each thrust. She would have moved higher and hit her head on the headboard if her feet weren't tied to the bottom banisters. He was sliding his mouth across her neck sending electrical shock waves through her, along with the thrusts and sensations on her breasts. It was too much.

  Sensory overload accomplished. The point of too much pleasure was almost reached as her muscles tightened, and her upper thigh's quivered. It was in that moment of perfection that she knew couldn't last. That moment before her orgasm that she wished could keep going on and on. There was a light sweat all over her body, and she felt the cool breeze of the AC vent above the bed on her skin. That didn't matter though, nothing mattered except the palm on her mouth, stopping her from crying out.

  His lips and teeth on her neck, hand over her mouth, other hand massaging her left breast, combined with his powerful thrusts inside her, all took her to the moment. There was no turning back now. Staying in her fantasy she pleaded and tried to scream out “Please let me go, don't hurt me.” But her words couldn’t be heard. She had a sensation of having to pee that she at first fought, thinking of it only for a brief second, then let go. She wasn't worried of anything at all as her body tingled. She started to lose focus and kept her eyes shut as the tingles shot out all over her body. She felt Jackson thrusting in faster and faster, hitting that spot inside her pussy, sending waves of pleasure all over.

  Pulsating waves started, and she struggled against the ropes futilely. Like a volcano eruption, the burst of pleasure made her feel like she was floating in waves of tingling delight. Her body felt like it was in a million pieces, with each part bursting with electricity. Then the pulsating waves overtook her from head to toe. She lost total control. Jen could still feel him pounding in, and then heard him moan out in pleasure as his thrusts grew lighter. She opened her eyes and everything blurry, the tingles had her body shaking uncontrollably. Her thighs quivered and she couldn't stop them. This had to be heaven. If it was, she wouldn't mind dying in that moment to make the feeling last forever.

  Before Jackson took his hand away from her mouth, she realized she was kissing it, making love to it as he held her. He took his hand away, allowing her to speak, but her lips felt almost naked without his hand. She absolutely loved the control he had over her mind and body. It was their own special kind of love. Jackson thrust in slowly one more time and then stopped, resting his head next to hers, as he kissed her neck. The amazing sensations still flowed over her, like a wave had crashed leaving a lightness of being. The tingles went away and all was well in the world. Nothing could take the moment away.

  She still couldn't speak, but was able to focus, looking at her man's gorgeous body on top of her. Broad muscular shoulders and neck. She smelled the scent of his hair and skin. He used her favorite after shave that she bought him. His breathing was hard on her neck in between his kisses, as her own breathing became regular again, she licked her lips. She closed her eyes again as a peaceful and content urge to sleep was overtaking her body.

  As she started to drift off into her half-awake, half-asleep state, she could feel Jackson untying her right hand. She loved this man and would do anything for him. Getting together with him had to be fate, there was no other way to explain it. Finally the two of them would be able to live their lives in peace.

  Noah

  Noah's phone rang as he grabbed a beer from the fridge. He put the unopened can in his left hand as he looked at his screen and saw it was Jackson calling. He answered and said, “Yellow.”

  “Jen just fell asleep. She's taking a nap after we had some fun, you know? What's up? You guys on the way here yet?”

  “No, not yet. You know Em. She's upstairs still getting done. She told me she needed ten more minutes three times already. At this pace, I think we'll be able to leave here by tomorrow morning. It’s like 4:00 pm...and Jen's taking a nap now?”

  Jackson laughed, “It's like what you say, your joke – ‘You miss one hundred percent of the naps you don’t take.’”

  “I'm nev
er talking about late afternoons or evenings, though. Naps are great in the morning or early afternoon. You know...sorry, Folgers, but the best part about waking up is going back to fucking bed after you take a nice long piss.”

  Jackson laughed.

  Noah said, “I hate mornings, and I hate morning people. When that alarm goes off, to me, there are like six stages. First, there's denial. Then anger, deal making with myself, deep depression, procrastination, and then after like three or four snooze sessions, there's acceptance. These are my six stages of waking up every morning. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that morning and mourning—like mourning at a funeral—sound the same.”

  “You're on a roll today. Jen was tired out by our own seriously exhausting cardio exercises in bed. You know women. Women in general don't have much of a concept of time. Now she's taking a nap and as that goes it can last minutes or maybe eight hours, you never know with her. I might be waking her up as you two get here for dinner. By the way, the chef is whipping up a storm for us.”

  “My mouth is watering, wish I were there now. I still haven't had a drink all day and it’s already after four. In my left hand right now is a Bud, just calling my name. If you listen real quietly, you can hear it. Listen to it man, it's whispering, ‘Noah, please down my ass now. I'll make you feel real good.’”

  “Don't take this the wrong way bro, but you drink too much. You need to calm down with the alcohol. It's not good for you to drink a six pack or two and six or eight Long Island Iced Teas a day,” Jackson said.

  “You ever notice that the phrase, ‘don’t take this the wrong way,’ has like a zero percent success rate, and I have zero evidence at all in my life that not drinking is in any way better than being shit faced and enjoying the moment. Let me go, I can't find the damned keys to Em's Audi.”

  “OK, call when you guys are on the tollway.”

  Emily

  “Where are the damned keys for the Audi?” Noah yelled out from the kitchen. Emily knew they both drank too much the night before. Noah could be a real ass the next day until he drank again. It was their typical night of debauchery, ending in the two of them falling asleep drunk with the television left on. They were going to have to take her Black Audi Q7 on the trip up to visit Jen and Jackson in Frisco. Noah’s 2015 Ferrari F12 Berlinetta was at the armored car serviced getting some modifications.

  Emily blew out some air and shook her head. “I think you left them in your coat.”

  “Where's the coat then?” He yelled back at her. It wasn't like she hid the damned coat from him, but that's how he made it sound.

  Emily looked in the mirror and finished up with her makeup. She and Noah have had what most would call a rocky, drama-filled relationship. As the two best friends to Jackson and Jen, they accompanied them both from New York shortly after the incident this past summer in New York.

  Being a large muscular man, the sound of Noah's walk on the hardwood floor in the hall came through the bedroom before he did just as Emily walked out of their bathroom. They had bought a home in Highland Park, Texas. Known as HP to Dallas residents, the town is a separate city within Dallas that the locals thought of as the best of the best. Billionaires like Mark Cuban, Sam Wyly, Robert Rowling and a slew of others call the small enclave home. Online you can read how residents call it 'The Most Perfect, Charming, Elegant, Graceful, Cozy, Gentle, Affluent Two Square Miles in Texas'.

  “Are you ready yet? Noah asked as though he was accusing her of some kind of crime. Emily was often needing another ten minutes to get done, and today wasn't any different.

  “I was born ready, sweetheart.” She looked into his sexy blue eyes. The man had a body to die for after being a body builder for years. At a mere twenty-three he was a serious catch. His chest and arms were enough to melt any woman who was into a strong man. Emily had fantasized of the strong silent type sweeping her off her feet just as her friend, Jen did. Noah was anything but silent though. He swore like a sailor, fucked like a rabbit and could be as obnoxious as they come. But she loved him.

  Noah and Jackson grew up together in Park Slope, Brooklyn New York. Jackson now being the heir to the Russo Family fortune, and Noah also a trust fund baby as they call it. He was worth over fifty million thanks to his Grandfather who had been one of the pioneers in plastics, and had given Noah enough stock in Dupont and several other companies to keep him and his great, great, great Grandchildren in wealth.

  Noah kissed her on her cheek, then walked past her to the dresser. He looked into a drawer for something. “I have to take a leak first, find my coat for me. I have no idea where it is and I don't want to wear my Blueberry London. I told you I needed to go to Neiman to get a new coat, let's go this weekend.”

  Emily thought that 56 degrees was hardly cold enough to even need a coat. They've been in Texas only months and already he was getting cold like a Texan. It was far from snowing but she heard the whole state could shut down with a sprinkle of snow. Hell – in New York public schools stayed open even if there was a foot of snow.

  Emily turned back around to watch Noah as he walked into the bathroom. He had on his favorite black Armani suit pants that made his ass look wonderfully squeezable. No shirt on yet though, which she loved. He wanted the keys for the car and still didn't have a shirt on. Just like him. His ass reminded her of a football player's in their tight uniforms, she couldn't help but lick her lips. Em could get excited watching football games with all of those buff men with similar behinds. She and Noah never seemed to be able to finish watching one full football game without having at least one go at it in bed, or where ever they were. Noah was the type to never turn a blowjob or quickie down. What man would?

  The two were supposed to be by Jackson and Jen's place up north in Frisco, which is a suburb of Dallas. They were expected for Dinner and should have left twenty minutes ago since the drive takes about half an hour on the Dallas North Tollway.

  Emily glanced over and saw Noah's coat thrown into the corner. He must have put it there when he was drunk last night from his Long Island Iced Teas. He liked to say he could drink ten of them without getting drunk, but in fact three could get him wasted. She picked his coat up off the floor, threw the coat on the bed and had other thoughts as she undid her dress, taking it off and draping it over chair in the corner by the sitting table. That table overlooked a huge rounded window with a view to the back yard. Back yards were small in HP for some reason, nothing like the estate she lived on back in South Hampton with Jen and her Aunt. People in Highland Park crammed their beautiful and expensive custom designed homes into tiny lots, and were happy doing it. Rich Texans in cities didn't believe much in land or backyards.

  She got into position and lay naked on her right side on the burgundy covers, with her hand propping her head up and Noah's coat held in her left hand. She stared at the bathroom door, waiting for Noah to show himself. The drive to Frisco could wait for another quickie. When Em was horny she knew Noah would never disappoint. Pleasure and impulse ruled the man. With him it was always about the here and the now which she admired about him. There was something freeing about living for the moment… Less worries about the world and far less fear for the future.

  Noah finished up in the bathroom and walked out, then froze with his mouth agape, staring at the sight before him. It had the desired effect. He was like a hungry animal, almost salivating at the view. She didn't wait for him to say anything as she threw his coat to the floor. “I found it big man, now you can pick it up.” Noah licked his lips and gave her that sexy look that melted her and made her pussy wet in almost an instant.

  “Yeah I threw your coat on the floor, what are you going to do about it, spank me?” She teased him. Em had spoken to Noah about being spanked and playing out a few fantasies. He was more of a straight to the point sex maniac that loved sex anywhere and anytime. Play acting wasn't his thing, but Emily was trying to get him to try new things.

  Noah stood there, crossing his beautiful muscular arms over his chest. Em
ily stared at her man who was looking invitingly. She was really all but begging him to spank and fuck her brains out.

  He nodded up and down slowly. “I tell you what, I'll play your game. What was that safe-word thing from that book Medieval Tyrant that you and Jen love so much?”

  “Dragon” She said softly, already feeling herself very wet. “If I say that, you stop doing whatever you're doing.”

  “Not likely.” he said with his deep, soothing voice. It sent a delightful chill through her. It was almost a threat, the way he said those words. His defiance of wanting to play by the rules excited her even further, but she knew deep down he wouldn't hurt her. At least not in ways she didn't want to be hurt.

  “You did finish reading that last month, right? Did I not tell you that you are just like Victer in the book?” She asked, to which he looked at her and smirked.

  “Yeah I finished it. It was kinky, how your character killed off Jackson's character 'Daven'. I'll admit those two couples from the book are a lot like you, me Jen and Jackson. I have a feeling that my 'Victer' will end up ruling the whole world in the next book. What do you think?” She didn't answer him. Instead, she just stared at his chest and arms and then opened her mouth as though she were being pleasured while licking her lips.

  “I can take a hint...I'm going to go to the bathroom and come back out in ten seconds to play the role. You want a spanking? You'll get a spanking. I'm going to fuck you hard Em, keep that in mind. I don't give a shit if you're crying like a baby. Don't say that safe-word, your ass is mine to do anything I like. You know there's an old saying that goes 'be careful for what you wish for, you might get it.' Well, you are going to get it, and hard.”