Knot Intended (8 page)

He grasped her chin and tilted her head back. Startled, Nolie opened her eyes again. Joseph’s face was scant inches from her own. “Don’t you dare zone out on me when I’m talking to you,” he snarled. “You like this, don’t you? You like being tied up so I can use you however the fuck I want.”

“I…” Nolie wet her lips. He shook her chin roughly. “Answer me. Do you like this? Are you so turned on you want to jump on my dick and ride me until you scream?”

“Yes,” Nolie whispered.

“I don’t think I heard you. Did you just say yes?” Joseph bent closer. His warm, coffee-scented breath filled Nolie’s nose and soothed her. Even when he was acting like a mean old bad guy, Joseph couldn’t go without his coffee.

Nolie raised her voice slightly. “Yes.”

“Hah.” Joseph straightened, releasing Nolie’s chin, and glared down at her. “I knew you were a nasty little slut the moment I saw you. No wonder you didn’t fight back when I snatched you. You probably wanted this the whole time, didn’t you?”

Nolie simply looked at him, so angry and aroused she didn’t trust herself to speak.

His face twisted in another sneer, Joseph swatted Nolie’s thigh. She yelped and immediately bit her lip.

If her outburst annoyed Joseph, he didn’t give any sign. “Didn’t you want me to play with you?”

“I don’t know.” Nolie swallowed. Her mouth was too dry, and she didn’t dare ask him for water. Hopefully soon he would realize she needed something to drink, or she would have to either disobey the rules or break character to make the request. “I don’t know what I thought would happen.”

That was the truth, at least. Once Joseph had broken the window, all bets had been off. He was obsessive about keeping the house in good shape. The Joseph she knew wouldn’t deliberately damage anything, especially in a way that would cost money to repair. If she couldn’t count on that, she couldn’t count on any predictions she might make about his behavior.

It was exciting as hell.

“I didn’t ask what you thought would happen, bitch.” Joseph leaned over her again, his hands on the back of the chair. Even if she hadn’t been tied, she wouldn’t have been able to get free now, not with his arms imprisoning her.

“I’m sorry,” she said without realizing she was going to speak.

“Then answer my fucking question.” He put a hand on the side of her neck. “I asked what you wanted. Did you want me to strip you? Play with you?” He ran his finger down to her pussy and flicked her swollen clit.

Nolie moaned, and triumph filled Joseph’s gaze. “Did you want me to fuck you?” he said hoarsely.

“I don’t know!” Nolie squeezed her eyes closed, then took a deep breath. She wanted to admit how fired up she was by Joseph’s actions and words but didn’t dare. Aside from not wanting to tell her “kidnapper” she yearned for his touch and for his cock inside her, she was afraid to tell her husband. She could only imagine what kind of person he would think her if he realized her reaction to their game.

She knew Joseph wouldn’t judge her. He hadn’t judged when she’d told him the fantasy, and obviously he expected her to be stimulated by the reality. He was the one causing her reactions. He couldn’t be disturbed by them. He wanted her heated and wet and desperate for him. But her anxiety about the possibility he might be disgusted or angered by her desire wasn’t rational enough for her to reason her way out of it.

Joseph hesitated and rested his hand on Nolie’s thigh for a moment. She swallowed hard and nodded to let him know she was ready to go on with their play. Her husband was there, waiting to fuck her, and she refused to let being afraid interfere with that.

“Don’t lie to me, slut,” he said slowly, looking at her face.

Nolie pressed her lips together and merely met his gaze.

Apparently encouraged, Joseph went on. “I can tell you want this by the way you’re looking at me. Sweet, innocent brown eyes, but there’s a whore behind them, isn’t there? You love the idea of fucking me. I probably could have bent you over the car in your driveway and taken you right then and there, and you wouldn’t have cared a bit.”

To hide how much more his words and the accompanying mental image aroused her, Nolie resorted to humor. “Yeah, I would have. The neighbors probably would have called the police, and I can’t afford an arrest for indecent exposure.”

“Oh, so you’re a wiseass now, huh?” He straightened again, unbuckled his belt and pulled it out of the loops on his jeans. “I should whip that smart-ass look right off your pretty face.”

Nolie stared at the belt, a brown leather one she had bought Joseph for his birthday. If he hit her with it, the strike would hurt like hell.

He wouldn’t do that, though. His earlier smacks on her ass had been extreme for the Joseph she knew. Surely he wouldn’t go beyond that.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “Dark humor. Trying to keep myself calm.”

“Yeah, you sure are sorry.” He bent the belt in half and tapped the center of it against his palm. “Let’s try this again. Don’t be a wiseass, or you’ll get this belt across your thighs. Unless I decide to aim higher.”

Nolie hitched in a breath. “I won’t wise off.”

“Good little whore.” He tapped the belt again. “What did you think when I grabbed you in your house, huh? Were you scared, or did it make you horny as fuck?”

“Both,” Nolie said, her voice barely audible. She braced herself for Joseph’s reaction.

He grinned. “Good bitch. You were honest this time. So what would you do if I bent your ass over that chair and fucked you good and hard?”

Probably fall over. The chair isn’t that sturdy.
She managed not to say it aloud. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t, huh?” He cupped his hand over her pussy, and she gasped. “Yeah, you love that thought. I knew you would. Maybe we’ll find out what you’ll do, but I’m going to have a little fun with you first. I like to play with my toys.”

Nolie wet her lips again.

Joseph stepped back. “Thirsty?”

“Yes.” She looked at him, pleading. “I really need water. I’m feeling lightheaded.”

“You’re just a scared little whore.” He set the belt on the bed, went to the minifridge beneath the TV, and took out two bottles of water. “You’re lucky I’m thirsty too. Otherwise I wouldn’t give a shit what you thought.”

Nolie knew better. No matter how deeply into character Joseph was, he wouldn’t let her faint from dehydration. She decided she was better off not arguing with him, though.

He opened one of the bottles and held it to her lips far more gently than she would have expected. As he tipped the bottle, she drank nearly half the contents before she leaned back to let Joseph know she was finished.

He drained the rest of the bottle, then tossed it toward the trash, setting the remaining bottle on the bureau. “Back to fun now,” he said. He picked up the belt again and ran the buckle down each of Nolie’s arms.

She shivered at the light, tickling touch.

“Sexy bitch,” Joseph murmured. “Nice toned arms. I wonder what you’d do if I smacked them.” He tapped the belt on her left bicep.

“I’m not into pain,” Nolie said.

“I didn’t give you the choice, did I?” He raised the belt and brought it down but stopped before it touched her skin. “You’d best remember who’s in charge here, got it?”

“Got it.” Adrenaline coursed through Nolie’s veins, and she breathed deeply, trying to slow her racing heart. For a moment she’d believed Joseph really would hit her. She still wasn’t entirely convinced he wouldn’t.

“Smart slut.” He dangled the belt so it slid down over her breasts to her mound. “Definitely prime meat. You like to fuck, bitch?”

“I prefer to fuck my husband.” Nolie’s voice shook. She was taking a risk talking back to her “kidnapper.” She couldn’t have explained why she spoke at all. She just couldn’t let Joseph believe she would allow anyone other than him to do something like this to her.

“Yeah?” He tickled her abdomen and pussy with the belt. Nolie shivered, and Joseph’s mouth twisted into something between a grin and a grimace. “You’re married, huh? Bet he has a hell of a time dealing with a whore like you. He probably doesn’t have a fucking clue what to do with you, does he? Bet he sits there watching the news and wishing he could fuck your brains out instead of actually fucking you.”

Nolie blinked and tried to comprehend what he was saying. Either he’d forgotten who he was talking about or that was how he really felt.

Either way, he was being far too hard on himself. He talked to Nolie. They communicated better than most of the couples she knew. As for whether he knew what to do with her, the only complaint she had about their sex life was that it didn’t happen often enough. When they fucked, Joseph knew exactly what to do.

Though he usually did the same thing every time, as if he’d decided anything that worked was worth repeating and not altering.

She refused to let Joseph know she had any issues with his performance. This wasn’t about hurting his feelings.

“You must not know my husband,” she said, allowing a bit of anger into her tone in spite of the potential risk of “punishment” for talking back to him. “He’s a wonderful, caring man, and he’s an incredible fuck.”

Joseph’s eyes lit up, but he kept the scowl on his face. “Is that so? Why didn’t you fight me off, then?”

Nolie opened her mouth and closed it again.
How the hell do I answer that?
She hadn’t fought Joseph off because he was her husband, obviously. But if she identified him as such, she would mess with the game. Right now, he wasn’t her husband at all.

And if she fucked things up, she might earn another scare with the belt.

She took a moment to think of an appropriate reply. “You scared me. You were so strong I was afraid you’d hurt me if I tried to fight you.”

“Sure.” He rolled his eyes. “Poor weak little woman. What would that husband of yours think if he knew where you are right now? If he saw you all naked and spread for me?”

“I don’t know.” Nolie’s voice cracked. Her husband
was
seeing her this way, and she had no way to gauge what he thought of it. She studied his face hoping for some clue.

He gave her none, only a stony glare that made her shrink back. “Really?” he said. “I thought you knew him so well.”

“I do.” She hesitated. “I know him better than anyone, but I don’t know what he’d think of this.”

“Bet he wouldn’t be too thrilled about a strange man touching his naked wife.” Joseph let the belt dangle between Nolie’s legs again. “Or maybe it would turn him right the fuck on to see this. Maybe seeing you all flushed and panting would make him so hard it hurts.”

Nolie took that to mean Joseph was enjoying this as much as she was. Reassured, she let out a long breath and relaxed. “I don’t know,” she said again.

“We should find out.” He leaned closer to her. “Maybe I should send you back to him all filled up with my cum. What would you think about that, slut?”

“Strangers should use protection.” Nolie wasn’t able to resist the comment. Of course, she and Joseph didn’t use protection with each other, but if he was playing a stranger, he should go all the way with it.

“You’re a faithful wifey, I’m sure,” he said. “I doubt you have any diseases I need to worry about. And if I knock you up, who cares? After a little playtime, I’m going to fill that hot cunt of yours with my cum whether you want it or not.”

Stunned, Nolie stared at him. The way he spoke to her, so rough and crass, was adding to her need for his touch and his cock. He’d never spoken to her like that before, and now she wished he had. If he’d taken control this way sooner, maybe things wouldn’t have become so stale between them.

No, that isn’t fair.
The decline of their sex life wasn’t all on Joseph. They’d both had a part.

Neither had taken charge. Neither talked about their desires and fantasies or attempted to do anything to keep the flame burning. That was what this game was all about, after all. It was Joseph’s plan to change things.

After this, Nolie had ideas for more changes she wanted to make. She couldn’t wait to share them with Joseph after their game was through.

Chapter Seven

Joseph pulled the belt back, then swung it to tap lightly against Nolie’s pussy. The contact jolted her but only increased her arousal.

He had to stop torturing her. He couldn’t make her wait any longer. Surely he could see how turned on she was and how much she wanted his hands on her, even if she was supposed to pretend she didn’t want him at all.

Again he let the belt swing against her. A tingle spread through her, centered between her legs. She ached for him and held her breath to keep herself from begging him to do something. Anything at all, as long as it made her come.
Goddamn it, when will he give me some relief?

“You want to come, don’t you?” Joseph sounded far too pleased with himself for bringing her to the point where she was flushed and panting. Or maybe Nolie was merely projecting her thoughts to him. His expression didn’t betray anything at all.

She nodded, seeing no point in hiding how badly she wanted relief. Maybe if she was honest with him, he would get her off.

“Ask, bitch.” He slid the belt up her torso and neck, and she tilted her head back. He gazed into her eyes with an unreadable look in his own. “Beg me to let you come.”

“Please,” Nolie said tentatively.

He tapped the belt against his hand and narrowed his eyes. “That’s the best you can do? I said beg!”

Nolie had never begged Joseph for anything in their marriage, but now the words tumbled from her mouth as though on their own. “Please. Oh God, please let me come. I’m so fucking wet and horny right now I can’t stand it. This is the worst torture. Please don’t do this to me anymore. Please let me come!” Wide-eyed, she pressed her lips together, forcing herself to stop.

She needed him far too much. So much she barely managed to keep up the fiction of not wanting him at all.

“That’s a good little slut. Tell me what to do to you. I knew you wanted me the minute I grabbed you at your house.” He dropped the belt and cupped her mound, pressing a finger against her clit.

Nolie gasped and stifled a cry. The one touch was almost enough to make her explode. She squirmed, pushing her pussy against Joseph’s hand.