by Megan Noelle
“What did you have in mind?”
Releasing my waist he sauntered back toward his desk. My eyes followed after him in a trance. It wasn’t until his hands circled around two glasses of red wine did I even realize they were there. Turning back to give me his attention, he lifted one glass to me, his eyes narrowing into an incredibly sexy stare. Yet another little challenge. I was positive he would never own up to the truth behind these little gestures, but I couldn’t stop wondering about them.
Onyx was a man who took what he wanted—he told me so himself. Not only that, but I believed it entirely. I just wondered what was different about me that he didn’t simply take me. Onyx set up every little situation so I had to accept. I had to almost prove to him that I wanted what he was offering—as if any woman wouldn’t.
“Are you trying to get me drunk?” I teased, striding toward him.
A deep rumble of a laugh met my ears. “I wouldn’t dare, love. Besides, it isn’t exactly like I need to liquor you up in order to make your body cave to me.”
It was almost impossible to keep a straight face as I took the glass from his hands.
“Are you saying you have a power over me?”
Onyx looked to consider my words for a minute. A wicked sexy grin pulled up his lips and as if on cue my pussy let out a sudden throb with need.
“Cheers,” was his only response.
“Cheers.” I replied.
Our glasses clinked, we both let the wine pour down our throats while never breaking eye contact. I put the glass back down onto his desk first, licking my lips to savor the stained remains.
Onyx’s wine followed. His eyes danced with an inquiry that I found myself desperate to know. I wanted to ask and get it out of him, but I also didn’t want to disturb his thought process and risk him forgetting.
“Have you ever been photographed, Alexandria?”
“In what way?”
“Professional.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “Not unless you count school pictures.”
He smirked. “I don’t.”
“Then no.”
“Would you ever consider letting me photograph you?”
I wasn’t sure why but his question made me antsy. Living my life as far off the grid as I could was one of the most essential goals in my life. To have professional photos of me swimming around wasn’t exactly going to help.
“Why?”
Onyx tipped his head to the side examining me the way I did when I had a blank canvas in front of me.
“Because you are stunning. In absolutely every sense.”
“As much as I appreciate you saying that, I don’t want to tonight.”
“No matter,” he smiled as if holding in a secret. “There is always another day.”
“I thought you said we just had the night.”
“I did, and if you have had enough to drink, we can get back to it.” I narrowed my eyes with a knowing smirk as he successfully dodged my observation.
“I’d like that.” No sense trying to uncover what Onyx was hiding. My body had rested enough. I was ready for more of all that Onyx had to offer.
“You know, I never did finish giving you a tour of my place.”
“Is that so?”
“Oh yes. Are there any particular areas you would like to see?”
My eyes never left his as I felt my confidence bubble within me. “The bedroom.”
“Well, it may disappoint you to know that there isn’t technically a room. It’s simply a bed with curtains closing it in.”
“Sounds perfect.”
Onyx smiled wide before leaning his elbow toward me. I slipped my hand into the crook and let him lead me to the back area of the loft, as if we were off to a respectable restaurant. Perhaps I should have felt strange about our behavior, but I was into anything that involved this man. I wanted more of him and I damn sure didn’t care if that meant looking silly. Just as long as I had his hands all over me again…soon.
We stopped at the curtain, lust and anticipation swirled deep in my stomach. My heart was already beating wickedly against my chest as Onyx took my hand, freeing it from his elbow. He lifted it to his lips and placed a delicate, soft kiss against my knuckles before releasing it for good.
“Now, don’t get your hopes it. It isn’t much, love.”
“I think I’ll be the judge of that.” Curling his fingers into the silky black fabric he yanked both sides apart revealing a massive dark wooded bed. Black silk blankets covered the large mattress, a dark long dresser sat at the back wall. It was simple, but to me it was wonderful. Not only was the bed perfect for what we would be doing but I wasn’t one in need of much, and the simpler styles were more my taste.
“It’s perfect.”
Onyx laughed, crossed his arms over his chest and eyed me suspiciously. “Are you just saying that? You seem to love this entire place, and there really isn’t a whole lot to it.”
I bobbed my shoulders casually. “That doesn’t matter to me. I don’t like a lot of cluster in my life. I fill my world with only the things I feel are important.”
“Oh? And what exactly occupies your life, Alexandria?”
I gave a dry smile but averted my eyes from his. “We aren’t here for you to ask me questions, are we? So what do you say we get back to the show?”
Onyx chuckled, and closed the space between us. His hand brushed my hair behind my shoulders as his gaze focused deep into my eyes; as if trying to reach the secrets locked up tight.
“You are one mysterious woman, Alexandria. What has ailed your heart so much that you will not share even a little about yourself?”
“Something I wouldn’t expect anyone to understand. Listen Onyx, I’m not here for a friend, or even a companion. I’m looking for someone who will fuck me hard, and make me forget everything that has made me the way that I am. If that isn’t you, then I will be on my way. And if it is, well, prove it.”
Our mouths crushed together, his arms slid behind my back sliding south toward my ass. His tongue swirled around my mouth, stroking my tongue, biting my lip. Making me feel the ravenous hunger he had for me alone. Onyx lifted me by my ass, pressing my pussy on his thick denim bulge. The rough gesture sent extreme chills from my pussy to my curling toes. I wasn’t in his arms long before he threw me back onto the bed. Hard.
I lay in the middle, panting, unmoving. Whatever Onyx wanted to do—I was going to let him. My body was almost shaking with the anticipation for what awaited me. Standing at the foot of the bed with the usual sly smirk vacant from his expression was a man who was no longer playing around.
“Take off your shorts, Alexandria, and anything else that may be underneath them.”
I decided to test the waters of his current attitude. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather do it?”
My words purred out in a honey-like tone.
“No. You want to forget? You want to release control? I’m going to allow you to do just that. You don’t need to think of what to do or how to do it. All you need to do now is whatever the fuck I tell you to.” I couldn’t believe what was happening. I never gave someone control over me, and now this random man was telling me he was taking control? Was I seriously just going to let him tell me what to do??
Onyx bared his teeth as he let out his words in a low growl. “Now, I’m only going to repeat myself once before the punishments start. Take off your damn shorts.”
Terror began to beat in my chest, the air in my lungs tightened with the sudden change in the atmosphere. But the most confusing of all the new feelings was the sudden blazing throb in my pussy. Juices slid from my lips onto my shorts all because of the way Onyx was talking to me. Part of me wanted to be defiant and keep my shorts on because well, fuck anyone who tells me what to do. But that plan lasted for .25 seconds before my fingers latched onto the sides of my white shorts and slid them down. They met my ankles and before I could flip them off Onyx pulled them from my feet and held them up to his face. He balled them up under his
nose and inhaled deeply. A malicious grin that didn’t touch his eyes brushed onto his lips.
“You smell ready for me already. Is that true?”
“Maybe.”
He snarled at my response. “Don’t be coy with me. Answer me now!”
“Yes!”
“Better. Don’t play games with me, Alexandria. Life is full of them already. In here I want you to be yourself and of course, obedient.”
“Yes, Sir.” I replied.
“Tsk tsk tsk. No, no love. Call me Onyx—just Onyx.”
“Okay, Just Onyx.”
He cocked his head to the side, he seemed to be holding back a smirk to remain in control. “You want to be punished, don’t you, love?”
“I’d rather not answer that.”
Onyx nodded his head as if in deep thought. “Maybe I’ll just make you answer me.”
“And how do you intend to do that?”
“Just wait, Alexandria.”
I didn’t have to. Onyx wrapped his hands tight around my ankles, clearly not caring about being gentle with me. His muscles flexed in his arms and with a strong yank I was pulled toward the edge of the bed. My ass rested patiently against the smooth material that my pussy dripped onto.
“Now don’t make me do all the work, love.”
He tapped the top of his shoulders and I understood instantly. Laying my back onto the bed I kicked up my legs and slid them over his muscles until my knees were securely hooked.
“Much better.”
Onyx wasted no time as he dipped his mouth to my leg and gave one long, tantalizingly slow lick. My body shivered as his lips pressed a deep, hot kiss against my inner thigh. I tried to watch what he was doing, but I felt my willpower giving in to pure submission under his touch. Onyx inhaled as his nose trailed over my swollen lips.
“You smell quite delectable, my dear.” I couldn’t speak but the sound that came out sounded like a cat’s pleasurable purr.
“I can’t help but wonder if your taste is anywhere near as delicious. I suppose there’s only one way to find out.”
Even though Onyx had given me his inner monologue, nothing could prepare me for that first lick. His tongue grazed the inside of my pussy and slid up to my clit letting just the tip of it brush against my sensitive bud. A gasp that ricocheted throughout my entire body set my skin on fire. Just a single stroke and I was already quivering.
“Oh yes—far superior to that sweet scent. I think I need another taste.”
This time it wasn’t just the teaser for what was to come. His mouth covered my lips, his tongue pushed in between my slit. Lapping up, down, and around my pleasure point. My legs shook against him, at first I wanted to do nothing more than kick his body away. However as the trembling, sensational ecstasy ripped through me I wrapped my legs even tighter. A series of moans and gasps filled the small area as Onyx worked his mouth in and around me.
“Onyx.” I moaned out, my back arching to get me closer to the many talents of his mouth.
He responded by dipping two fingers deep into my dripping hot pussy. I tried to contain my scream and just as I felt my orgasm build rapidly deep in my core—it stopped. Onyx backed his mouth away, leaving just a single finger trailing lazily up and down my slit. It wasn’t enough to take me over the edge anymore, but it was still mind numbingly good.
“You don’t think I’m just going to let you come that easily, did you?”
I sat there panting, waiting for his speech to end so he could use that mouth for something better.
“Answer me, Alexandria.”
This time my groan was from irritation, not pleasure. “I sure fucking hoped so!”
I was slowly beginning to realize how frustrating my exotic dance routines could be. Get someone unbelievably close to a release so intense they could feel it in every vein of their body, and then take it away. I’ve never hated what I do more than I did in this moment.
“You should know better than that, love. I want you to work for it.” He unhooked my legs from him and lowered his face to mine. “I want you to feel it.”
The growling intensity of his words rattled my heart. Before I could breathe a word he seized my lip between his teeth. As they sunk in, his tongue slid across the swelling skin letting a mixture of pain and pleasure swirl around, and within me.
“Oh God.” The words slipped out, making something deep in Onyx’s chest rumble. In a second his teeth released me and I was flipped around onto my hands and knees. His hands formed around the curves of my ass like he was claiming it—possessing it. His thumbs slowly moved inward until they were back massaging the slit of my aching pussy lips.
Purrs bubbled in my chest as an orgasm began growing once again.
“That feels nice doesn’t it, love?”
I knew if I didn’t answer he would stop the sweet torture. “Yes.”
“Oh yes it does, but you said you like to be punished. Is that right?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I would like to see for myself.”
Onyx’s hands could go from being soft and gentle, to rough and possessive in mere seconds. It was intoxicating, surprising, and in an instant I felt the change once more. His grip went from being soothing to commanding, a thrill of anticipation shot through me as I waited for what was coming. He shifted his hand on my cheek, giving it a little pat. Just as I was about to tease him for it, a hard smack came across my skin; the palm of his hand hitting my ripened clit. I howled out, the touch coursed through my legs. I wanted more.
“Will you behave now, dearie?”
“Yes Sir.” I let the emphasis of the title slither between my teeth. I knew what he wanted to be called which was the exact reason I did it.
A hiss blew from his mouth, before he spoke again his hand came down in the exact same spot. The stinging sensation left my body breathing deeply, cringing, yet still craving more.
“Again!” I yelled out. Never before had I enjoyed another’s hands on me in such a sexually erotic way. In my past something like this would horrify me but right now everything felt different. The urge to know why was tremendous and that was the exact reason I wanted more. Onyx told me to let go—give up control. Let him think for me tonight and tune out everything else. That was exactly what I intended to do.
Onyx brought his hand down once more in a hard slap that had me almost crying with the overwhelming sensation. My body was so near explosion I couldn’t manage to speak or even breathe properly.
“I make the rules!” Anger and lust sizzled in his deep velvety voice. We were in the same frame of mind and I felt truly connected. There were things buried deep within each of us. This was more than just a sexual connection. We were working through something, holding back even more, and we were able to do it together.
Once more the burn of his touch drove through me with a force that kept every bad memory at bay. The distant sound of a zipper echoed in my ear but by the time it actually registered, Onyx had thrust his throbbing cock deep into me. Although my pussy was ready for him it was still a scream-worthy shock. The gentle man was gone, in his place was a man who knew what he needed in life. As he drove his thickening length into my core over and over I became numb to life, and did exactly as he said—I felt it.
Fingers dug into my hips, a heated pace was set, and before long that long awaited orgasm rippled through me. Together we cried out, his arms wrapped around my waist as we rode the orgasm as our bodies shook against the other. I had never been more exhausted from a single roll around the sack, but it was more than just physical exhaustion. It was emotional as well. With Onyx, everything felt different. I could be open and honest while still remaining closed off. Finally, I was able to be myself but at the same time I wasn’t ready to give him all of me. I was still paying the price for the last time I did that. Onyx made me want to share and open up, though. Which was absolutely ludicrous since I hadn’t even known him for a month.
But it didn’t matter what facts I used to disprove my feelings the fa
ct of the matter remained—I felt more different with him than I had with any other person.
Onyx pressed gentle kisses against the curves of my spine before pulling out of me. I remained where I was, mostly because I was just too exhausted to move. In a minute Onyx was situated with his back on the bed and his head on the pillow. His arms reached down and pulled me up into his side. In the back of my mind I knew I should probably fight cozying up to him. However, every other part of me gave in. My head rest against his chest and as my eyes closed I felt the soothing touch of Onyx as he rubbed slow circles in my back.
“Sleep well, Alexandria.”
And with that everything else faded into darkness as just the comforting scent of Onyx filled my lungs.
A sweet sound woke me from one of the best nights of sleep I have ever had. My body came awake before my eyes managed to open. Slowly my legs slid against the silky sheets and that was when I began to really come about. My eyelids shot open and after my sight became clearer I noticed dawn creeping through the curtains. I slept over. I hadn’t planned to but I can’t even remember anything beyond curling into Onyx’s chest. This wasn’t me. Going home with a near stranger, obsessing over him, and then sleeping over at his home. I was losing my damn mind!
Sitting up, I let the sheet slither down my bare chest and reluctantly I kicked my legs over the side. As much as I knew I shouldn’t even be here, I would be lying if I said this wasn’t the most comfortable bed I’ve slept in. Discarded in the corner of the room were my clothes from yesterday. My sweatshirt was probably around here somewhere, but I preferred sliding Onyx’s white button up on again with my shorts. I pushed aside the curtains and rejoined Onyx in the loft. Just as I suspected he was sitting at his piano. Even from afar I saw one hand moving skillfully across the keys while the other went to his mouth as he inhaled a drag from his cigarette.
I crept toward him but he saw me before I was able to surprise him. An ear-to-ear grin spread across his face as he reached his arms out to gather me close. I couldn’t resist going into those arms; letting them wrap around my waist as I was pulled onto his lap. He nuzzled his nose into my neck making my heart flutter.