Never Have I Ever (10 page)

“Tonight you are mine. I own you.
All of you.
Your mouth, your flesh, your mind,” he paused to smack the riding crop against my lower cheeks. “Your ass, your breasts, and of course,” the riding crop slid between my legs to run along my clit and outer lips. I sucked in a breath and shifted a little as it rubbed against me.
“Your luscious cunt.
All of these things exist solely for my pleasure.”

“Yes, Sir,” I managed to quake out. The rush at the thought of being owned by him flashed through me.

“Ah, you like the crop on your wet cunt?”

I struggled to keep an even breath. “It feels wonderful, Sir.”

He tapped it against my clit several times, each pat steadily increasing in force. He stopped for a moment then gave my clit one good, hard smack with it. I jerked and squeaked, trying to calm myself down.

He pulled the crop back and kept circling me. “You are to remain naked at all times unless I otherwise specify. I want you open and available to service me, and I like to look at beautiful things, especially when those beautiful things belong to me.”

I was fair sure I actually blushed at that.

“You are to remain on your knees at all times unless I otherwise specify. You will do nothing without my permission, including reaching orgasm. That belongs to me too, my little fuck toy.”

Oh God, I prayed I could hold out. The way he spoke made me so wet with anticipation I’d need to fight the urge to come the instant he touched me.

He continued, “This is not to say I don’t desire your input. If you have a suggestion you may say it respectfully and I will decide whether or not it’s agreeable. I want you to ask questions if you have them. I can’t teach you otherwise. And you will never raise your voice to me. Am I clear?”

Lists.
I was good at lists.
And rules.
There were so many rules in math and science that they just felt natural being a part of my life. I could handle these, too.

“Crystal clear, Sir.”

Noah knelt in front of me and cupped my face in his hand. His thumb brushed my skin gently as he looked into my eyes. He said, “Above all, remember this: You are safe here. I will never, ever put you in danger or give you more pain than I’m confident you can take, all right?”

“I like a little pain,” I replied. My voice was thin and meek as I admitted it.

He smiled impishly and kissed me. “See? I told you that you were a natural, little slut.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re welcome,” he said. “Do you know what a safe word is?”

“A word unattached to a scene that I can say if something we do crosses the line, right?”

“A simple yes would’ve sufficed, but you’re right. For tonight you don’t need a safe word. Just tell me if it’s too much and I will stop.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He stood and re-took his seat in the corner of the couch, reclining his arms across the top. The riding crop dangled from his right hand in
a loose grip. For a long moment
he just watched me. Not a word fell between us until finally he curled his finger in the silent command to come to him.

It was a simple command.
Easy.
I couldn’t possibly fuck up movement over such a small distance. Yet, I managed to anyway. I started to get up but, before I even placed one foot on the ground to stand, the riding crop whistled down onto the couch with a sharp
THWACK
.

“No. Did I say you could walk? Crawl to me.”

Startled, I returned to my previous position at once. Then I crawled on my hands and knees until I was in front of him at the couch between his legs. He reached out and secured my hair in his grip. I let out a small gasp at the force.

“Did we forget the rules already?” The riding crop smacked hard against my ass, three strikes on each cheek. “Since you need a reminder, you are to stay on your knees, and not do anything unless I tell you to. Repeat!”

I strained against his hold, the sting of the riding crop fresh in my memory. “I stay on my knees at all times and don’t do anything unless you allow it, Sir! I’m sorry.”

“Are we going to forget any more rules?”

“No, Sir.”

He relaxed against the couch again but kept his hand at my face. His voice softened as he said, “Good. Last night we were a little wild. Tonight, I want you to willingly accept me.” His fingers brushed against my lips. “Who does this mouth belong to?”

“It belongs to you, Sir.”

“And would this mouth like to please its owner?”

My vision roamed to the hardness that distorted the fabric of his pants. “More than anything, Sir,” I said.

“You may show me how talented that mouth is when it’s not being forced then.”

A thrill whipped through me. I reached up to unbuckle his belt and threaded it open. The button and zipper came undone with ease. As I freed his cock from his pants, he brushed my hair out of the way. It looked larger now that we were in the fullness of light. Or maybe he was even more turned on than the previous night now that he had complete control over me. The head was almost purple in color; the shaft thick and rigid, and the skin so smooth.

Knowing mathematics and measurements by heart, I could easily eyeball roughly how big he was now. My ballpark estimate landed someplace between seven and seven and a half inches in length and just over two inches wide.

When I read romance novels and caught the description of how large some of the men were in them—all usually over eight or nine inches—it was really quite laughable. Women had been lied to about size for so long. The average male was only about five and a half inches long in reality; plenty enough to please a woman.

Never had I ever been with a man as well endowed as Noah. That was one more thing I could check off my list.

I rubbed my hand slowly up and down the length of his cock, taking my time to tease him a little just as he teased me all night up until now. I kissed the tip and flicked my tongue across the head to moisten it. When my lips wrapped around him, he half sighed, half moaned his approval in one long breath. I adored that sound. My tongue circled around the head for a moment before I pulled him from my mouth to plant unhurried, damp kisses down the underside of his shaft. Once I reached the base, I
licked
up the same path I’d gone down, and took him back into the warm wetness behind my lips.

I sucked him down as deep as I could without choking, careful to avoid my teeth as best I was able. My tongue bathed his cock in saliva and I began bobbing my head up and down in long, slow movements on him. I felt his hand stroke my hair, so I looked up at him. Upon eye contact, he groaned and tilted his head back against the top of the couch. His eyes closed.

The feel of the smoothness of his cock began to electrify me. I loved the small twitches, the rise and fall of his blood pressure, the heat and the hardness and, most of all; I loved that I could be the one to bring him such enjoyment.

Was this what it felt like to be his submissive?
His slut?
If he continued alternating between maintaining such soft and vicious touches with me then I might not only lose my body to him, but the rest of me, as well. If the past two nights told me anything, it was that this was what I desired. This was what I needed.

This was what I deserved.

My strokes against him quickened. I tried to banish the air from my mouth enough to create suction around his thickness. What I couldn’t fit into my mouth, I attended with my hand, gripping the base of his shaft with the same amount of force as the suction in my mouth did.

His voice strained against his throat, “Stop.”

I pulled my mouth from his cock and looked up at him. It had only been a few minutes; why was he stopping me?

“Did I do something wrong, Sir?”

“Not at all, my pet.
You’re doing very well so far. Anticipation is part of the pay-off. I want to relish in this as much as possible. And what fun would it be if I was the only one receiving attention tonight, hmm?”

I wasn’t sure if it was a rhetorical question or not, but I’d be lying if I said I hated the idea. For a moment I didn’t quite know how to react. And then the answer just sort of settled into my mind.

“Your pleasure is my pleasure, Sir.”

“Excellent response,” he said. He ran his hand through my hair and continued, “We are going to test you tonight. You will be receiving some pain. If you are able to take what I give you then you will be rewarded with pleasure. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He brought the riding crop down to my eye level and held it in both hands across his open palms as if he were presenting me with a trophy.

“Bite,” he said.

I reached out and took the riding crop between my teeth. He released it. It rocked in my mouth for an instant until I was able to gain full control over my hold on it. It tasted of a mix of sweet and salty musk.

He pointed to the door he walked through before. “That is the bedroom. Go into it. There is a button on the far wall that will close the shades. Press it. Then climb onto the center of the bed, kneel and wait for me.”

I nodded and, through the leather in my mouth, managed to say, “Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Please me in this.”

Riding crop in my mouth, I backed away from him and crawled on my hands and knees across the hard wood floor of the living room and through the opened sliding door into the bedroom. The window was floor-to-ceiling just as in the living room which covered an entire wall. It was sparsely decorated, with a wooden trunk—almost like a treasure chest—on the side of the wall nearest the door, two small night stands on either side of the king bed, a dresser, and what looked to be an original canvas of some abstract artwork over the headboard. Another sliding door was cracked open on the same wall the bed was pushed against. I could vaguely make out tile, leading me to believe it was the master bath.

I crawled around the foot of the bed in full view of the window. If anyone had a telescope out they’d be able to see me in all my naked glory. That thought was kind of exciting. The button was on the wall beside the window. It was low enough that I could stay on my knees to reach it. Once I hit it, a long cream-colored shade descended slowly down the glass.

I turned to crawl to the bed, which sat a little higher off the ground than a normal bed. The plush comforter rested on the softest mattress I’d felt in a long time. I positioned myself in the center of it on my knees, legs apart, and waited.

Not long after, I saw the light in the living room switch off. Noah entered the room with my dress and shoes in his hand. He set them beside the trunk and slid the door closed, then approached the foot of the bed. With a cross between a smirk and a smolder, he tugged at his tie to loosen it. I wanted to take a picture of him then because he had that look in his eye which said that he knew exactly what was going to happen even when I didn’t. It was the confident stature of a man with beautiful secrets; secrets I desired to be entrusted with.

A mental image would have to suffice. I filed it away in the back of my mind to keep for later.

The tie slithered from around his neck as he said, “Come to me and return to your position with your hands behind your back.”

I crawled a little closer so that he was able to reach me with ease, then rocked back into my kneeling state and placed my hands behind me. He straightened the tie out and wrapped it around my eyes. Darkness immediately encompassed my being. It was silk, I now felt, as he secured it tight at the back of my head. I heard his footsteps leading away from the bed.
The soft clatter of the trunk beside the wall.
The jangling of a small chain.
His steps returning to the bed.

“The pain that you will be experiencing tonight is not punishment. It is pain for the pleasure of pain; both the giving and receiving. Do you understand?”

I nodded and managed another, “Yes, Sir,” through the riding crop between my teeth.

His hands were at my breasts. He
kneaded
the flesh and pinched and rolled my nipples between his fingers until they grew hard. Cold metal bit into my right nipple and I sucked in a breath. As it tightened, I sunk my teeth into the leather of the riding crop. The same sensations overtook my left breast then. When he was finished, I felt him tug on a chain connecting the clamps. It made me lean forward a bit with a whimper.

“What a stunning sight. How well does the little submissive respond to pain, I wonder?” His hand was around the riding crop then. “Drop it.”

I opened my mouth so he could take it from me. In one
swift motion
it whistled through the air and smacked down on my right breast. I yelped, but didn’t have time to jump before it came down on my left.

He released the chain connecting to the nipple clamps, and it swayed back and forth between my breasts. Another well-placed strike on my right breast, then one on my left made me whine out. Just as I was thinking I couldn’t bear that he was ignoring my pussy, I felt his hand cup it. I seized up.

Oh fuck, am I really going to come with just one touch?