by Hannah Ford
He stood up and looked down at me, his eyes taking me in. I unhooked my bra, slid it down my shoulders, and dropped it on the floor.
I felt the switch flip inside of him, felt the furnace of his lust ignite as my nipples hardened under his gaze.
He reached for my hips in one cougar-like motion, pulled me toward him until I was laying half on the chair, half on the ottoman, my legs hanging over the side.
He reached down and slid a finger into my mouth, and I sucked on it, the taste of his skin sending warmth to my core. I wished it was his cock, wished he would just climb on top of me and push his dick into my mouth, choke me with it until I believed anything he said.
“You don’t trust me, Charlotte,” he said, anger laced under the surface of his voice. It was a statement, not a question, but I answered him anyway.
“I do.”
He shook his head. “You don’t.” He took his finger from my mouth and brushed it over my lips, then continued moving it slowly down my body. He circled each of my nipples. His finger was wet from my saliva, and it my nipples pebbled further, into tight peaks.
“I want to,” I breathed. “I want to trust you, Noah.”
He continued, his touch light, almost a graze, designed to tease. He moved down over my stomach, down to my mound, his knuckle grazing the outside of my pussy.
When he saw how wet I was, his lips curled into a wicked smile.
He knew exactly what he was doing, knew exactly how to make me scream and moan until I came.
But first, he was going to tease me.
He brushed his curled finger against my opening, getting me slick and wet. The whole time, he was looking at me, lying there, vulnerable, my body exposed to him as my breath came in short gasps.
He took his time, moving his knuckle in slow circles over my clit. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, willing myself not to make a sound. But the anticipation was killing me, and a moan escaped my lips.
I thought the punishment would be swift and severe – I knew by now not to make a sound unless I was granted permission.
But instead, when I opened my eyes, Noah was grinning at me. And that’s when I knew this was going to be even more intense than I’d imagined.
“Does that feel good, baby?” he asked, his finger still moving lazily.
“Yes.”
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you, Charlotte?” he asked gruffly.
“No.”
“First I’m going to slide my finger inside of you.” His finger slid inside of my hole, curling around against my g-spot until I gasped. “And then I’m going to get you so wet and turned on that you’ll do anything I say. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
I resisted the urge to push against his finger, to make him fuck me deep and hard. I was so turned on already, so wet and slick and ready for him that it was almost unbearable.
I’d wanted to take his pain away, to make him forget about what he was facing. I’d thought I was in control of this, thought it was my choice, when really, Noah had been in control all along.
He pushed his finger further into me, at the same time rubbing my clit with his thumb. He kept his finger still, but his thumb moving. The contrast in the two sensations – one still and hard, the other soft and slow – drove me crazy.
The ache for him built up inside of me, and I could feel the rumblings of an orgasm already taking shape.
He must have seen it on my face.
“No. Not until I say.”
“But I can’t –”
“No.” He pressed his body on top of mine, his weight enveloping me, heavy and strong. “If you come before I say, I will make it worse. Do you understand?”
I nodded.
He stood up again, grabbed my legs and pulled me off the chair until I was kneeling in front of him. His eyes burned as he took me in, drinking in the sight of my body like I was a fine wine. I kept my gaze on him, resisting the urge to cover my stomach, to cover my breasts. I knew it would displease him.
And I wanted so badly to please him.
Make me believe you, I thought. Make me trust you, Noah. I want to.
“Take my cock out.”
I reached up and undid his belt, unzipped his fly, loving the way his cock sprung out, rock hard and ready.
I reached for it, but he grabbed my wrist.
“No.”
I pulled back, stared up at him, waiting for his instructions. I waited for him to command me to open my mouth, to hold the back of my head as he pushed the head of his dick into me.
I ached for the taste of him, for the feel of him thick in my mouth, spreading out my cheeks. I want him to choke me with his cock.
But instead of making me suck him, he took a step back. I inched toward him on my knees, panic flying through me at the thought of him making me stay there, waiting, the way he’d been doing.
“Stop.” He held his hand up, palm forward, and I stopped.
He crossed the room to the desk in the corner, stood and stared at me.
“Crawl to me, Charlotte,” he growled. I crawled to him, the carpet rough under my hands and knees.
When I reached him, I kneeled with my head down, waiting for further instructions.
“Good girl,” Noah said approvingly. “Now pull my pants down.”
I reached up and pulled his pants down as he undid his tie, unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it away. When he was naked, he walked across the room, disappearing out of my line of vision. I heard him rummaging around for something in the closet.
“Crawl back to the ottoman, Charlotte.”
I did as I was told, crawling back to the ottoman, waiting.
When he came back, I felt his breath on the back of my neck as he bent down to talk to me, his body enveloping mine.
“I’m going to tie your hands together now, Charlotte,” he said. His breath was warm on my neck, his lips grazing my skin as he spoke. “I’m going to tie you up and then I’m going to punish you.”
I bit my lip.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you know why you are being punished?” He grabbed my arms, forced them behind my back, pushed my wrists together until they were crossed.
“Because I …”
“Do you trust me, Charlotte?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know how it feels when you act like you don’t?”
“No.”
“Are you willing to prove your trust for me, Charlotte?” he breathed.
“Yes.” I felt something rough and twisty sliding across the back of my wrists. A rope. Noah was tying my wrists together with a rope. There would be no handcuffs, no scarves, no ties. This time I would be tied with a rope, the kind of rope that could leave deep marks.
My body overflowed with desire, wanting him to leave marks on me.
Stop, my mind cried. Are you crazy? You’re about to testify at an evidentiary hearing. Do you really want to have marks on your wrists where he tied you up?
But I pushed the thoughts out.
I didn’t care.
I was reckless, drunk on lust and excitement, the kind of crazed abandon I’d only ever read about, the kind of want I’d never thought could exist in real life. The kind of insane desire that could make you do crazy things, the kind that could cloud your judgment and make you lose all sense of reason.
Noah tied the ropes tight, the threads biting in my skin.
Then he pushed me down onto the ottoman, so that my cheek sunk into the leather. He pulled my panties off of me in one swift motion.
I heard a swishing noise, and then something slid over my skin, soft and supple.
His belt.
“I’m going to spank you with this belt now, Charlotte,” he said, his voice even.
He was barely finished speaking before I heard it.
Slash.
The belt bit through the air and landed on my backside. It was a soft hit, just enough to leave my skin hot,
but not enough to really hurt.
“Do you trust me, Charlotte?” Noah demanded.
“Yes.”
“I don’t believe you.”
He punctuated his words with whips.
The slashes were becoming harder now, and I cried out at the last one. My skin was raw and sore, and the stinging pain zipped through my skin. I didn’t care. I was an animal, I was crazed and out of my mind. I wanted more. “More, please,” I said. “I want more.”
He crossed into my line of vision, his body strong, tall, commanding. The room was dark, the blinds closed tightly, and he stepped in front of the light that was sitting on the desk, which illuminated him, casting him in an ethereal glow.
“More what, Charlotte?” He took my chin in his hand, cupping it gently in his palm, his finger sliding against my bottom lip and slipping back into my mouth.
“More submission.”
He grinned, a wicked grin, then took the belt and wrapped it around my neck. I stayed still. It was another one of his tests. He tightened the belt around my neck, fastening it around me like it was a collar.
“I want you to climb onto the ottoman now.” He wrapped the end of the belt around his hand, tightening it. “And get on all fours.”
I climbed up as I was told, the belt cutting into my neck as I moved. I perched on all fours, my ass in the air.
“Arch your back. Show me your ass.”
I arched my back, sticking my ass out toward him. He reached out and rubbed the sore flesh of my backside, then pulled back and delivered a stinging slap with his hand, letting me know that just because he didn’t have a belt in his hands anymore didn’t mean the pain was over.
I was so turned on I felt like I was going to explode.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he rasped. His hand reached out and grabbed a handful of my hair, twisted it around his fingers and tangled it with the belt. I moaned. I was at his mercy -- with a slight pull he’d be pulling my hair and choking me at the same time.
His other hand rubbed my ass softly, and then I felt him slide a finger in between my cheeks.
“I’m going to take your ass, Charlotte,” he said.
The words sent panic through my body, and I whimpered. I thought he would try to get me ready first, would at least use his fingers or the butt plug again, but a second later, I felt his cock push up against me.
I whined again, and he pulled on the belt gently. “Do not make a sound. Do not move.” His rock hard cock was up against my ass cheeks, and I could feel him pushing harder into me.
He paused for an excruciatingly long moment, and then I felt the head of his dick push into me slowly.
The sensation was so foreign to me, so startling, that I gasped. In return, I got a stinging slap on my ass and another pull of the belt.
He waited until I was quiet, then pushed in further.
My ass spread out around him, sending waves of pain through my body. He pushed in further, so far I was this close to using our safe word, was about to say it when the pain began to dissipate.
I felt myself relaxing around him, and the pain was replaced with pleasure.
He pushed into me in one smooth thrust, then gathered my hair in his hands and laid his body over mine.
He cupped my chin and kissed me hard and deep, his tongue tangling with mine, his hand wandering over my breasts.
“I am going to fuck you in the ass,” he said. “I want you to moan now, Charlotte. Do you understand me?” His eyes were on mine, searching, his cock buried in my ass. The weight of his body on top of mine, the smooth hardness of his chest against my back, the gaze from his blue eyes was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to me.
I trusted him.
I did.
I loved him.
The words were on my lips, I wanted to say them, wanted to blurt them out.
I love you, Noah.
I saw a flicker of something pass over his face, almost like he knew.
But then he was standing up again, and he began fucking me.
He fucked me hard, he fucked me deep, taking me in my most private place. His hand was still wrapped around the belt, using it for leverage as he fucked my ass and spanked me.
“Shit, you feel good, baby,” he groaned. “Your tight ass feels so good.”
I moaned and pushed back against him, but he twisted the belt around his hand and pulled on it. “No,” he growled. “I’m in charge of this. Stay still.”
I stayed still as he pounded me harder and harder.
“I’m going to cum inside of you, baby,” he said. “I want you to come with me.”
I’d been on the edge this whole time, and hearing him say those words was enough to push me over.
“Come all over me, baby,” he groaned, and a second later I did. My pussy convulsed, and I felt him empty his load right into my ass, the warmth filling my body, his seed seemingly going all the way to my stomach.
When he was done, he pulled out of me slowly and removed the belt from my neck.
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me down onto the chair. Our limbs tangled together, and he kissed me softly on the forehead.
As he held me tight, realizations crashed into me like waves, pounding against my soul. I couldn’t stay away from him. And he couldn’t stay away from me.
Doubting him wasn’t an option anymore.
I was going to have to trust him, was going to have to give myself completely over to him, the way I’d just done. I was going to have to have faith, even when he shut down and his walls came up. I was going to have to decide that I believed him, no matter what the evidence said.
And if I was going to do that, if I was going to give myself to him and allow myself to try and imagine a life with this man, I was going to have to do whatever I could to help prove his innocence.
Noah held me tight, the smell of leather and alcohol and sex permeating the room.
He ran his hand up and down my back, his fingers tangling in my hair.
“Charlotte,” he whispered.
“Yes?”
He took my chin in his hand and turned my face toward his, forcing me to look him in the eye. “I love you,” he said, his voice heavy with emotion.
“I love you, too,” I said. I had never meant anything more in my life.
I loved him.
I was in love with him.
I would stand by him no matter what.
“Noah,” I said.
“Yes?”
“We need to figure out who killed Katie.”
“No, we don’t, Charlotte.” There was disappointment in his voice, and I could tell he was thinking this was Criminal Law 101 – the defense didn’t have to prove someone else committed the crime. They only had to leave reasonable doubt that the defendant hadn’t done it.
But it was pure fantasy to think you could rely on the prosecution not meeting their burden of proof. Juries were tricky. They could decide cases based on a million different factors – the color of someone’s shirt, a prosecutor who reminded them of a relative. But if you had another suspect, if you’d solved the murder, then it didn’t matter.
“We’re going to find out who did that to Katie,” I said.
Noah pulled back and looked at me. “Charlotte,” he said warningly. “What are you talking about?”
I tangled my legs more with his, enjoying the feel of his warm skin and taut muscles. “We have to draw him out.”
“Who?”
“The killer,” I said, my heart racing. “We have to draw him out.” It was a crazy idea, and yet it was going to work. I could feel it.
“No, Charlotte.” Noah’s hand slid down my arm, sending shivers up my spine.
“Yes.” I propped myself up on my elbow. “We’ll draw him out.” I looked at Noah, thrusting my chin in the air, daring him to contradict what I was about to say. “It won’t be hard. We’ll just have to use me as bait.”
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