by Angel Marks
Will got out of the car and went around and opened her door. Reaching in, he took Noelle by her hand and led her out of the car, holding her hand to the restaurant. He opened the door for her, a premise to their lives together, he dominant, strong, and loving. She submissive, compliant, and responsive.
“I’ve never felt like this before,” Noelle whispered in his ear as their order was brought to the counter.
“Oh, yeah?” he replied.
“Yes,” Noelle said quietly.
“Noelle, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time now. Let’s just say the feeling is mutual.”
He paid with cash and they were soon on their way back to his place, the smells of hot Chinese food filling up the car. “What would you like to do tonight?”
“Spend time with you,” Noelle said as they laced fingers between the seats.
“We can do that.”
Chapter Eleven
Back at Will’s, they set up the spread of food on the coffee table and ate sitting across from one another in squishy chairs.
“Can you use your chopsticks?” Noelle asked as she clicked her wooden set together like a pro.
“Not at all. When did you learn to do that?” Will asked.
“Seventh grade, social studies project on the foods of China. I got an A for teaching everyone how to click their sticks and pick up rice.” Noelle clicked her chopsticks some more. “It’s actually quite easy to use them. I could teach you.”
Will looked at her and smiled. He pulled out a set of the throwaway sticks and fumbled with them until Noelle hopped over and placed her hand over his.
“It’s like this,” she directed, lining them up between her thumb and forefinger, showing him how to click them open and closed.
Will humored her and awkwardly picked up a piece of chicken with his chopsticks, smiling as it fell back to his plate. He then took one stick and, piercing the chicken, he brought it up to her mouth and said, “Open.” She did.
He fed her the rest of her meal like this. She waited patiently for him to decide what she would consume, he carefully bringing it to her on a chopstick, or between two shakily held chopsticks. He decided she needed the soup, and gave her spoonful after spoonful of the steaming hot liquid.
The TV he had turned on for their entertainment became background noise as this meal had somehow become an electrified erotic dance in foreplay as he fed her and allowed her to occasionally feed him in return. This is how the rest of the meal went. Not a single thing that went on a chopstick, fork, or spoon went into the holder’s mouth. Instead they fed each other until full.
Together, they cleaned up and lay on the large sofa, Noelle in front of Will, resting in his arms. He flipped through the remote and stopped when he came to the start of Breakfast at Tiffany’s. From their walks he had learned that Noelle loved Audrey Hepburn and that Holly Go Lightly was one of her favorite characters. Will had never seen the movie and this seemed like the perfect time for it. She cheered for his selection and he responded by kissing her behind her ear.
As Audrey Hepburn sang “Moon River,” Noelle fell asleep in Will’s arms and he clicked the TV off and slipped away for ten minutes.
Noelle awoke, wondering what Will was up to. He soon returned to her side. “Get up, dear,” he said and she did.
She followed him to the bathroom where he had scrubbed his tub for her. He was drawing a warm bath and he had lit candles he set on the vanity. The light was off creating a soft bouncing glow across the room.
Noelle felt Will’s hands on her waist.
“Arms up,” he said as he lifted her shirt up and over her head. She submissively complied. It was a perfect relationship in which he doled out attentions to her that she had always longed for while making her feel safe and loved. In turn, he made her feel a deep need for him that could only be filled if he was pleased. Her daddy complex was completely filled.
Will proceeded to undress her until she was naked before him. He then flipped the strong bathroom light on and got down on his knees, carefully examining her swollen pussy.
“Does this hurt?” he asked as he gently probed her pussy.
“Not really,” Noelle answered. Despite being swollen, his oh-so-gentle touch turned her on. She just couldn’t have enough of Will Martin.
Will pulled a clean washcloth off the top of a fresh, folded towel he had brought in from his bedroom.
He knelt down by the side of the tub and proceeded to carefully wash her, using his men’s body wash, covering her with his scent.
“It’s time to get out now.” He held her hands as she was about to step out of the tub only to lift her instead. He wrapped her in his towel and dried her, and then brushed her teeth with his toothbrush before scooping her up and carrying her to his bed.
On Will’s bed, Noelle was dizzy with the level of attention he was paying her. Just as she was rolling to her side, he was upon her. He grabbed her wrists and held her arms over her head with one hand while kissing her mouth.
Noelle would not disobey. “Open your legs.”
She did. “I’m yours, Daddy,” was all she could whisper as he licked her pussy. She had completely let go of her inhibitions, and it felt wonderful, giving into Will’s carnal knowledge of her, climaxing as his tongue played with her clitoris and then plunged inside her. As she came, he licked her while simultaneously rubbing her naval. Then he looked up at her from her most intimate area, a place that he had spent hours in today, and replied, “You are mine, now, dear. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. You’re beautiful, Noelle, and you’re mine. You were mine the moment I saw you. You just didn’t know it.”
“I think I did. I just fought it, but now I wish I hadn’t.”
“It all worked out, and we’re together. That’s all that matters, okay?” Will looked at Noelle with earnest, sincere love.
“I’ve never done this before today.” She gestured to how Will had licked her.
“I know,” Will responded. “I remember everything you’ve told me. You said you were angry that you didn’t have your virginity to give your husband, but that you had never let a man do this to you, which makes me glad because it will always be ours. My way of showing you how much I love you and meeting some of my need to have you.”
“You remember how I said I only wanted my husband to touch me like this if he would ever find me?”
“Noelle, I remember everything you have ever said to me, and I will lick you every day of your life, if I feel like it.”
“Well, I think I should tell you that I’m not always that obedient, and you may not like me forever.”
“Then I’ll spank you, and you’ll behave,” Will said with a smile.
“Spanking me, again, something brand-new. Everything seems brand new.”
Will lay next to her. “Good. Maybe you can erase from your mind everything sexual from your past. Unfortunately I can’t.”
“Now that you bring it up, it’s all freshly back in my mind. Maybe your marriage proposal is a bit premature, Mr. Martin? We’ve only been together for a few weeks, and you apparently have issue with my lack of virginity.”
“Extremely premature, Mrs. Martin. I wonder why you agreed so quickly to the arrangement.”
“Hmmm. Now, after all this, you’re not sure?”
“I will marry you in the morning if it will make you happy.”
“Wow, that’s a bit sudden, what about a wedding?”
“I didn’t know you wanted one.”
“Well, actually, I don’t know. Frankly, I’ve never thought about it.”
“Whatever you like, dear, so long as I’m the one marrying with you.”
Noelle reached down and fondled his dick. “Marriage is forever. Are we even ready for this? Will your parents hate me? Where will we live? Will we be stuck in this town? I dread the thought of growing old here.”
“Whoa! Again, my parents will not hate you. They really like you and when I marry y
ou, they will love you because they love me, and therefore they will have to love you by default. But just so you know, they already really like you.”
“They do? They told you so?”
“Yes. They think you’re great. Beautiful, smart, kind, warm, real—they were very impressed by you. I have great taste.”
“Did they feel this way about all your past girlfriends?”
“Never this much—they have liked some and hated others. You stand out.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really.”
“What about where we’ll live?”
“Well, currently, it seems you are living here in my bed, but I agree, we need our own place, away from a roommate. We’ll have to get our own place.”
“All right—but what if I don’t want to live in this area? You know I’m torn. I love the country, nature. A peaceful, country road, big leafy trees, hills and fields—all great for raising a child—many years down the road I hope,” she stated with a sudden apprehension realizing that in the heat of her passion she had willingly accepted his semen! Wait! It began to hit her that she may have just destroyed the possibility of her dream to make it in the city.
She continued soberly, “This area is not career friendly. Will, you know I long for the city—for culture, museums, art, shops, shows, all the excitement and opportunity that Brighton isn’t.”
She took a moment to fantasize about herself dressed in expensive clothes, walking confidently and independently down Fifth Avenue on her way to her lovely brownstone, all decorated in Pottery Barn or the like, and then acknowledged what it would really be—her dressed in clearance bargains and thrift store magic, walking down the street to some mean walk up terrified about being grabbed, robbed, or raped. Boston had torn her up, literally, and maybe she would never heal, never be able to become this fantasy modern career woman, obviously not if she was so aroused by being dominated by Will.
“You really want to live in New York City?”
“Well, yes. I always have. I’ve told you this. I was supposed to intern for a financial magazine last summer. It was all set up by an ex, but I gave it up when our relationship ended and I didn’t know where I’d live. But I think I’m ready to go now, and with Harness on my resume I figure there is a small chance I can land an entry level position and then couch surf until I’m more established.” She paused. “Of course, marrying you would really change this whole plan.” Noelle drifted off, becoming glazed over as she relished the dream she painted, realizing she was putting herself in no position to pursue it.
Will listened intently with a look of quiet concern.
“I miss Boston somewhat, but it’s not New York. I have friends in New York right now, but they’re all couch crashing or paying exuberant rents and falling into bigger debt holes. Unfortunately, no one is part of the elite with a bedroom just waiting for me to fill.”
“So you would be okay with living on someone else’s handout?”
Noelle, sighed, and rolled onto her stomach. “It just gets so frustrating at times, but it’s so hard to “make it” without connections. Every little bit helps, Will. So, yes, I’d consider taking a free bed in the city, if it were offered to me. There is nothing romantic about poverty. It’s stressful, humiliating, and depressing. People who romanticize it are stupid.”
Will said nothing as Noelle completed her transformation from his absolute sex angel to a gritty career-driven diva, determined to make it to the top.
“I guess what I’m saying, Will, is that I can’t just marry you because you fuck me right and know how to help my mental fucked-up-ness. You’re still a child, and I’m still fucked-up, with a big debt over my head, and no solid plan yet on how to escape it. I am going to forever live with bag lady syndrome. Speaking of which, I feel like I may have made a huge mistake allowing you to come in me. I am by no means ready or willing to be a mom right now.”
Will looked like a lost puppy who didn’t know what to do, but finally he said, “Do you really think you’re in your window?”
“No, but do you really think we should have taken the risk? Do you want to be raising a kid with me here in a shrink-dink apartment while working at Harness for the rest of our lives?”
“No, Noelle, but I see how it could be different.”
“Well, I’m a little older than you, but I’m sure you know your own share of young, broke parents. Their lives are not exactly my dream. Having a child is like instantly putting the brakes on your life for the life of your offspring, if you’re a good parent, and right now is our only shot, our chance to be selfish and really go after our dreams.”
“Noelle, I regret that I’ve put you in this situation. I don’t have a lot of money, but I am very good with money. I don’t spend it. I’ve been saving it all my life. If you let me try to help you with your finances, I may be able to set you up with a plan, a get out of debt plan.”
“Really? I barely make enough money to make it worth it to drive to work and back each day—I’m not sure you could help make it much better.”
“You’d be surprised, but if I put you on a plan you would have to follow it. It would be my rules, and you won’t like it at first, until you start seeing the results.”
Noelle looked at Will with a bit of interest. Their pillow talk had become quite hard. “Fear of poverty wracks my soul, if I have one, Will Martin. This debt cloud, my student loans, and credit card are the burden of my existence. This is ridiculous, but when I totaled my car, I was so grateful that the agent decided to total it, because it seemed like such a financial mistake to have bought a used car for a big loan that turned out to be a lemon when I could have bought a more reliable one without a loan. By the way, my rental has to go back next week.”
“Did you get the money for the car yet?”
“Yes, I paid my car loan off with it and have nothing in the bank to buy a new one with. Getting a place with you near our work would be ideal, but I don’t think that we should be rushing into marriage.”
Will nodded in agreement.
“I would like to commit to you, Will. I really would, but really, what kind of life are we setting ourselves up for? Living here in this town working for a tiny publisher that’s barely keeping its head above water. What about ten years from now? What about children? Why, we haven’t taken any precautions. I could be ovulating right now. We’re not married, we have no money, and our jobs are a joke.”
“Okay, mood killer. Ease down. One problem at a time, okay?”
Noelle sighed. “I’m sorry.”
“Relax.” Will slid back down and his mouth clamped onto her in the most intimate embrace. Like a switch, his tongue turned her back on.
She never wanted to belong to him more than when he licked her clit, gently nipping her and then lapping as her body poured forth liquid welcoming his entry.
A soft moan escaped her mouth as she gave into her instinctive response to Will’s need to possess her. Her legs could not possibly open wider as she gave herself to him to enjoy at his leisure.
“Oh, Will!” she cried, causing him to reach up and rub her lower belly in a slow circle, rubbing down to her clitoris, where he tenderly stroked her back and forth, and licked her with his tongue, enjoying her body’s compulsive tremors as she came. Noelle lay completely spent in his arms, practically comatose. She was drunk on his love, but before she could fall asleep, she reiterated her concerns. “Just for the record, I don’t think we should rush into marriage and I don’t want to have anal sex, ever.”
“That’s fine. I know we’re young and I don’t have my life completely figured out yet, but I can give you my strength, stability, and love, Noelle. I’ve never believed in marriage. I never saw myself getting married, but I will marry you tomorrow, if it would make you better.”
“I’m not sick, why do I need to get better?”
“You know what I mean.”
“No, I don’t. Please explain.”
“In your head, babe. You just need conf
idence to go after what you want. You are smart and talented and you’ve said it yourself, you don’t belong here in Brighton. I agree.”
“So marrying you is going to help me move out of Brighton?” Noelle could barely keep her eyes open. She yawned.
“We have so much to talk about. I think you may just have to marry me one day, and then you can go where no man has ever gone before. Until then, I’m not going to think about it.”
“Okay, so that’s how it is?”
“Yes, I think so. You can work for it. It just seems like a horrible thing. To have something like that happen. To have your ridiculously huge dick in me like that sounds awful.”
“Well, if you do it right, it won’t be awful at all. It will feel wonderful for you and me. It will be a whole new experience, and I will worship the ground you walk on.”
“Don’t you already?”
Now she was awake. “Will Martin. Do you really think I will just give it up like that? Let you plow into me with your giant penis, creating a triage scene? I don’t know if I could ever do that …” Noelle postulated with very little exaggeration. The thought of anal sex really did terrify her.
“Oh, you’ll come around, dear. Just wait. It will someday be the right moment and it will happen. Promise me we’ll get there.”
“That I guess would be promising you me, as your wife, and it feels like I have already married you and yet look where we are. I don’t belong to anyone else on this earth. I have never belonged to anyone, and yet, I’m content. Now please let me sleep.”
Will pulled her closer to him and she relaxed, letting out a sigh.
“Put me to sleep, Will. Put me to sleep telling me about our life together, married. Tell me what you want in life, and what you would want for us. I’m so tired, but I want to dream with you.”
She yawned again, snuggling her back into Will’s chest, not realizing she was rubbing her naked bottom onto his dick which she felt as rock hard.
“Oh, my god, Will, are you on Viagra or something?”
“Not at all.”
With that, Will slipped into her from behind, filling her up like a Sequoia soaking up all the sun, causing her to fall back into her dreamy trance of need for him. Funny when he was inside her she couldn’t imagine not having him there.