Never Have I Ever (16 page)

How I loved that feeling.

“Can you do this, Piper?” Noah asked as he thrust into me. Each time a subtle ache spiked through me as the head of his manhood bumped my cervix. “Can you endure this kind of sexual treatment? Wherever I want you, with whomever I want you and whenever I want you I will take you. You won’t ever be able to deny me and I won’t always let you come. Even when you aren’t in the mood, even when your body is aching and even if you beg me to stop I will have you. Is that the sort of thing you can handle?” With one last harsh slam, he held himself deep inside of me. “Is that the kind of slut you want to be for me?”

My nails raked down the slippery wall of the shower as the muscles in my pussy pulsed against his cock, imploring him for more stimulation.
“Oh, God yes.”

His hand tightened around my neck. He slid out so that only the sensitive head was inside me. After an eternity he drove into me again. “Yes what?”

“Yes, Sir!
Yes, I can handle it. I want this, Sir.”

Noah pulled me away from my position and spun me around. My back hit the cold tile of the wall opposite the shower head. He pressed his body against me and locked his eyes with mine, somehow searching for an answer to a question never asked. “I want to do terrible things to you.”

Without blinking I replied, “Then do them,” and set my foot on the lip of the tub again. It could’ve been a challenge, really. I couldn’t think of a time when I’d been more serious in my life.

He braced with one hand beside my head and guided his cock back into me. Water splashed off his back and onto my face as I gripped him tight to keep my traction. He fucked me with a perennial fervor that should’ve been reserved for teenagers. As the minutes went on I was half convinced he would never tire. Not that I was complaining; not by any stretch of the imagination. The full feeling of his hardness stretching deep inside me, taking his pleasure from my body this way, could’ve lasted years and I wouldn’t have a single complaint.

I tried to rock my hips into him but the angle was wrong. He had pinned me to the wall so there was little I could do save drag my nails down his shoulder blades and hang on tight. My clit brushed against his abdomen with every push while I felt an orgasm build.

Our respective mewls and grunts of pleasure echoed off the bathroom walls until I felt so close to release I could taste the lust.

“Sir, I need to come! Please may I?”

“Such a greedy little slut you are. If I let you it will make three times in one day.”

My nails dug further into his back while he continued his assault on my pussy. “Oh fuck, please! I can’t hold it back.”

“Beg again,” he demanded.

I did. The power behind the climax drove me to distraction and all I was able to do to keep it at bay was say, “Please,” over and over, each time in a slightly higher pitch. When he still didn’t respond I ended the begging with, “Please, Sir, please let me come for you!”

“Good girl. You may come,” Noah said.

He sunk his teeth into the base of my neck, shooting pain and pleasure throughout my core and triggering the first wave of my orgasm. Not caring about whether any neighbors could hear the echoes, I called out and rode that wave onto the next one and then the next. He held me and never let up his pace as my pussy constricted around his cock, milking it for all it was worth.

“On your knees and open your mouth,” he commanded as he pulled out of me.

I didn’t so much drop to my knees as did I collapse without him there to hold me aloft. I tasted the mix of water and arousal on his cock as he pushed it between my lips. Voraciously, my tongue danced across his shaft and head to clean
my cum
from it. His hand was in my hair, coaxing my mouth down to the very base. My gag reflex caught, but he held me there so I was unable to back away. My throat closed around him and my reflexive tears mixed with the running water.

He pulled back and held me still while he dove in over and over for another minute or so. Each plunge scraped the back of my throat and I tried to force away the gag reflex to little avail. Then his cock swelled in my mouth. “Don’t waste a fucking drop,” he warned me. Several thrust later he exploded into my mouth. I locked my lips around his shaft to create a seal. When he stopped moving, I bobbed my head up and down to encourage more of his seed to empty across my tongue while I swallowed down all of the tangy ejaculate. I then removed my lips from him and gently licked up the sides of his softening member.

Noah pulled me to my feet and kissed me hard.

“Thank you, Sir,” I said.

“You’re so damn good at that I don’t think I’m ever going to let you go.”

“Okay,” I confirmed.

“You’re trembling,” he noted.

So I was. I had yet to notice it.

“Let’s finish our shower and relax, shall we?”

I nodded in agreement. We washed off and killed the shower. Instead of retiring to the bedroom though, I drew us a bath while Noah procured us a bottle of wine and two glasses. He sat down behind me in the tub and handed me a glass half full of Riesling. I lounged in front of him with my back to his chest. He sighed as he acclimated to the warm water, then wrapped one arm around me and let the other hang over the edge of the tub while his glass of wine dangled loose in his grip.

“I’m not draining this tub until this entire bottle is empty,” he told me.

“And I’m perfectly okay with that,” I said as I rested my head against him. “I do have a question though, Sir.”

“
Hm
?”

“Despite the rough shower sex, why did you go easy on me tonight, especially with the punishment?”

Noah set his glass on the lip of the garden tub. He brushed my damp hair aside and massaged his fingers softly into my shoulder. “I think I bruised your body enough last night don’t you?”

“Well yeah, but I loved every minute of it, from the pain to the pleasure to being dominated and, yes, even being called a slut and a whore. I don’t know why I couldn’t get enough.”

“If I were to use you every night the way I used you last night then I would break you in a week. I can’t have that. Alternating between a harsh session and a light session is the only way to make sure you heal both mentally as well as physically.”

He was kind of full of surprises. I had to grasp for words to go with my thoughts. “This is a serious thing for you isn’t it? It sounds like you’ve done this quite a bit. And maybe put in an insane amount of research besides.”

“Oh, yes. If you’re going to do something then it’s best to do it right. I’m not above learning from others in the field. I may be intense, but I’m not going to abuse you. I’ll always put your safety before anything else. It’s part of my job of keeping you.”

“That’s awfully considerate of you.”

Noah kissed the nape of my neck. “Not so much considerate as it is common sense. After all, what good is a broken toy? What enjoyment would I get out of a submissive
who
didn’t enjoy pleasing me? Those kinds of relationships are a time-bomb to both parties.”

“You make a very good point,” I agreed. The warmth of his lips against my shoulder tingled.

“Don’t
I
though. It’s almost like I know what I’m doing,” he said with a chuckle. “I also sincerely hope you understand the depths to which you’ve dived here… water analogy withstanding.”

I laughed. “I’m not entirely certain to be honest. I will say that I’ve enjoyed it more than anything I’ve ever experienced.”

His voice lowered a little. He almost sounded far away in his own mind as he said, “You’ve awoken something in me that I haven’t felt in a long while, sweetness. Something, I freely admit, I kept sealed up tight because of social conventions and restraints. I’ve been going easy on you by my own standards but the depth of my depravity knows no bounds at times.”

“At this point I don’t care if you string me up by my ankles.”

“Don’t tempt me,” he warned with a touch of desire.

I pulled away from him and repositioned myself in the tub to face him so that he could see the honesty on my face. “I mean it though. This whole idea of being desired by you, being owned by you; it isn’t as frightening as I first thought it would be. I’ve gotten rather lost in your touch. I’m becoming addicted to pleasing you. Frankly it’s refreshing to be able to give that to someone. You can do anything you want to me and I will accept it gladly because, as long as you want me, I belong to you.”

He closed his eyes and I thought I saw him shiver. “
Mmm
, say that last bit again.”

I moved in a little closer to him and repeated softly, “I belong to you.”

His eyes opened and he leveled his gaze at me.
“Once more.”

“I, with no reservations, completely belong to you, Sir.” I kissed him and held my lips against his for several long seconds to drive my point home.

When I pulled back his hand was on my face, his fingers stroking my cheek idly. “And I am completely insatiable around you.”

Sunlight glinted off one of the sky scrapers in Los Angeles and found just the right aim to streak through the drawn shade across my closed eyes. I rolled over in bed to adjust my position against Noah’s chest. His arm wrapped around me as my head nestled into the perfect spot. For one brief moment, my eyes opened. The neon green of the digital clock on the nightstand caught my attention, but the time of 10:08 stamped into my corneas and refused to let go.

That was when it registered: Monday.

Hold up. The donation meeting for the observatory was on Monday. My presentation was on Monday.

My eyes flashed open again and I leaned up to crane my neck to check the time once more before I freaked out. There it was, plain as day, and it just flipped over to 10:09.

“Fuck my life.”

I ripped the blankets from around me and carried my sore body from the bed into the bathroom. My Little Black Dress was lying across the bathroom sink so I slipped it on. Had I really been there two whole nights? Having no other clothing, it would have to suffice until I got home to change. I splashed some water on my face and tried to brush my hair out as best as I could with my fingers to at least get myself looking decent enough to make it through the lobby and to my car. I prayed traffic would be better at this time of day instead of bumper-to-bumper out of the city.

“What are you doing?” Noah asked from the bed. When I peeked around the doorframe, he was reclining on his side with his head propped up on the palm of his hand. “Did I say you could get dressed?”

I stammered, “But—I—Monday—late—very, very fucking late, Sir.”

“Missing your class?”

“Worse. I have a presentation I have to give at Mount Wilson in, oh Lord, three hours.” My hands flew to my face to rub away the sleep and panic.
God damn you, Past Piper!
“
Aagh
, I am so screwed!”

“Piper, Piper, Piper. Calm down. Come here.”

I shuffled to the bed and sat on the edge, but didn’t stop for breath as I rattled off, “I’m not even finished with it yet and if I fuck this up then the observatory will lose its chances of funding and it’s all because I was selfish and stayed here instead of going home and doing my job and everyone’s going to kill me if this destroys our chances of getting the equipment we need I will be beyond screwed, I will be fired.” —There was the breath—“That’s it. I’m going to die.
Dead Physicist walking right here.
They’re going to kill me. You’re never going to see me again because my fellow nerds are going to rise up and chase me down and lynch me.”

Noah just looked at me for a minute, a small smile creeping across his face while I caught the remainder of my breath. “Are you done?”

I looked down at my shaking hands. “Yes.”

“Look at me,” he said. I did. He reached out and took my hands in his. “They aren’t going to kill you, sweetness. You’ll be fine. You know why?”

“Why?”

“Because you’re smarter than all of them combined and you have the beauty to match. They wouldn’t dare let someone of your caliber go because of one little mistake, I promise you.”

Noah didn’t quite understand the predicament I was in. It wasn’t just a small mistake. It was a big mistake. It was negligence.
Criminal, at best, negligence.
I would be letting not only the entire team down but also the entire observatory for my selfishness. But there he was, confident in his most unflappable way, telling me that life was not over. And I believed him. I took a deep breath.

“How is it that you have known me for a week and yet you know exactly what to say to calm me down?”

“I’m just that good.”

Clearly.

Still, he wasn’t wrong in that I did know what I was doing. If the project was late then it was late. There was nothing I could do about it now. I would rather it be late and perfect than on time and incomplete. Considering I always finished what I began, this wouldn’t be the exception to the rule.

“You’re right,” I said. “I can do this. Panicking will only make the situation worse.”