Never Have I Ever (25 page)

Noah grabbed my left leg and bent it to my chest. My eyes had been fixated on his face the whole time, and I never even noticed he had already pulled his erection from the confines of his pants. I was so wet that, with no ceremony and without a single blip of hesitation, his cock knifed between my lips in one clean stroke. I moaned out as I stretched to accommodate his size. He tensed above me, sucking in a sharp breath as he pulled me to him at the same time he pressed down on me.

At last he breathed out, “Goddamn, you’re unbelievably tight.”

The honesty in his voice that accompanied the compliment sent a delightful shiver through me. I responded by releasing my hold on the hood of the car and letting gravity push me down the polished surface a few inches more so that his entire length was in me. Only his being between my legs prevented me from tumbling off the freshly waxed paint.

He braced against the car with his free hand and began moving inside me. There was no subtle build up this time. Foreplay
be
damned to him. From the instant I felt his girth slam inside he began pistoning in and out of me with savage, unwavering thrusts.

My eyes rolled back and I dropped my head on the hood while another rousing moan escaped me, “Fuck me, Sir. Please fuck me.”

His cock stiffened even more inside of me as I begged for what was already happening to continue. The breathtaking feeling of being filled began to slake my thirst for him. Each stroke galvanized me. Once again he had put me in a position in which I was unable to effectively raise my hips to meet his pace. I both loved and hated that. In a way it was a perfect dominance. There was no feasible way to coax him to move slower or faster. There wasn’t a single instant where I could adjust to help him hit all the right spots I needed to come. And that only turned me on more.

He could’ve slowed down to tease me but he chose, for the moment, to continue the ravenous assault. He took me in a hard, fluid motion which mimicked the heavy beating of falling water on rocks. His eyes were fused to mine as if we were not, in fact, in the middle of downtown having sex in a public place on top of his top-of-the-line Tesla. As if we were in his bedroom, finding one another for the first time.

After several more thrusts he slammed into me and stayed put. My muscles clenched against his cock in a series of dull throbs in reflex to having expected a continuation. His cock twitched inside of me in return.

He asked, “Did you follow my other command or, in a moment of weakness, did you bring yourself to orgasm without me?”

“No, Sir,” I answered truthfully. “Not once. But fuck was it difficult to resist.”

Noah studied my face for a few beats before saying, “I’m impressed.” He pulled almost all the way out of me and slid back in slowly. “Neither did
I
. And this is worth every painful moment I went without you.”

I couldn’t help but smile at him. There was no proof beyond words, but I believed every one of them. “May I come for you tonight, Sir?”

“Possibly,” he replied, “But only after I’ve done so and have my fill of tormenting you.”

The dread of denial washed over me like a cold wave at the same instant it made me wetter. Before I could even open my mouth to protest such an answer, he was thrusting into me again. Instead of a protest, my lips remained parted in an almost permanently silent gasp.

Once I was able to let go of the suddenness of our restart I mewled, “Oh fuck, Sir, you feel amazing.”

“You really are a closeted slut, aren’t you,” he growled as he plowed into me. “Look at you; letting me fuck you on the hood of my car in public, letting me take my pleasure from your body in a parking garage at three a.m. like a common whore. Is that what you are for me?”

I arched my back up off the car, my pussy compressing down on his hardness and coating his cock in my wetness even more as the words spilled from his lips and drove me wild with desire for more of him.

My voice rose now, uncaring of whether or not anyone could hear the echoes of admittance in the heat of the moment. “Yes, Sir, please! I’m yours. That’s what I need, Sir!”

With my leg pinned to me by his weight, he freed his hand from it and trailed his fingers from my cheek, down my jaw and over my neck to my collarbone until my skin stopped and hid beneath the fabric of my shirt. While his passionate gaze was boring into me, this was not the passion of love-making, but a full-force screwing full of grunts and panting breath as he ripped his pleasure from his personal fuck toy.

I squirmed beneath him, yearning with desperation to lift my hips and fuck him back if only to show him my burning need to have him deeper. When his cock slammed into my cervix, I yelped out with pain.
Too deep, but still not deep enough.
Half a dozen more times he skewered me to depths I didn’t know I had, every time careening into it and every time compelling a cried mix of ecstasy and distress from me.

Beads of sweat formed on his brow in the windless confines of the parking garage in this late spring. There was little to no restraint in his fury of drills. He seemed in a dazed state the way someone sees red right before they lose their temper on someone. The difference was that bliss outweighed the pain and no fists went flying.

And dear
Christ
, what bliss this was. I was pulsing around his shaft, unable to fathom the intensity of my building climax as it neared.

“Don’t come, my little slut,” he grunted. He could feel me on edge as he rocked me dangerously close to the peak of pleasure; so fucking close from such fierce thrusts and severe words. “Not yet. I have plans for you tonight.”

I tried to stabilize my breathing, to resist, but to no avail. The sheer sensation of him inside me after so long threatened to spill over. “Oh God, please! It feels too good! Please let me come!”

Noah pressed himself into me even harder and placed his lips beside my ear to whisper, “No.”

I tried to obey him. I really did. It was simply too much to handle. My body had a will of its own, and it outbid the submission of my will to Noah this time. I barreled into my climax full force and, while I didn’t scream out to prevent drawing attention, the convulsions rocking my body and subdued whines could not be mistaken for anything except what they were.

Before the climax was even half over, he withdrew from me completely and left me feeling empty and afraid and even more unfulfilled than prior. Up to this point I hadn’t done anything to disobey his wishes. It was inevitable, I realized. I couldn’t be perfect after all.

A plaintive groan escaped me. “Oh shit, I’m sorry, Sir!”

He grabbed me by my hair and lifted me into a sitting position on the car. “Did you forget who your orgasms belong to slut?”

“No, Sir. I’m sorry,” I stammered. “They belong to you, Sir. I tried—I couldn’t stop it.”

“That’s right, they are mine. Every ounce of pleasure you feel belongs to me. You will experience none of it without my permission. And now you’ll be lucky if I allow you to come at all for the rest of the night.” He released me and ordered, “Get in the car.”

Fuck, that switch flipped
quick
.

I reached for him as he moved from me. “Wait, please—”

“No,” he snapped as he smacked my hand away. “You will not get the luxury of touching me again until I feel you’ve earned it, slut. This is your punishment. Do you understand?”

I looked down at the silver paint of the metal hood between my legs. Touching him and being touched by him was the only thing I craved since he had left, and now I went and screwed it all up.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Inside.
Now
.
Do not make me tell you a third time.”

I slid off the car and retrieved my purse from beside the passenger side tire. I waited at the door for him to readjust himself and unlock the car,
then
slid silently into my seat. He looked so angry and so disappointed in me. I really disliked anyone being angry with me. Most of all it broke my heart to see that specific emotion plastered all over his face when it was aimed in my direction.

As he started the car I asked, “Where are we going, Sir?”

“Your place.
Only because it’s closer.”

When the car tore out of the parking garage and onto the streets of downtown Pasadena, Noah demanded, “Play with
yourself
. Spread your legs and play with that cunt for me.”

There was something about the severity of his voice. I didn’t think. I just obeyed. As I bunched my skirt up around my hips, I resolved not to let my guard down and allow my body to defy him again tonight. I slipped a hand into my panties as I scooted down the seat for a better angle and began brushing my fingers across my sensitive clit. Even without the fear of punishment, just knowing he was unhappy with me almost killed me. I knew it wasn’t a vicious anger which he harbored towards me. Had it been that sort of anger I was certain it would’ve boiled to the surface as abuse. Noah was far from abusive. I understood the stark difference. This was disappointment. This was behavioral correction.

“You were doing so well before tonight, pet,” he said with discontent. “But you seem to have forgotten that you gave yourself to me to do with as I please. Coming without permission does not at all please me.”

I didn’t know what else to say except the only thing I’d been saying after I did it. “No, I didn’t forget, Sir. I’m sorry.”

He wouldn’t even look at me; he just kept his eyes on the road. The amber glow of the streetlights danced across his features as we drove. “Do you think you deserve the chance to redeem your selfishness?”

“Yes, Sir.
Please let me try,” I pleaded while I stroked the folds of my pussy. “I won’t come again at all tonight if that’s what you wish.”

“Smart answer.
You’re learning fast. Don’t take your hand away from that cunt until I say so. I want you wetter than the Pacific by the time we get to your apartment.”

No problem there. The half-orgasm I experienced before he pulled out of me—because, let’s face it, the shock to my system wasn’t conducive to its completion and therefore too unsatisfactory to fit in the Full Orgasm category—left me frustrated and sopping. My fingers worked between my moist lips to drag the lubricant across the hardened nub there. It seeped through the cotton of my panties and left the black leather seat hot with my arousal. I was grateful that the side windows were tinted. Anyone trying to see inside the car would be met with only a dark silhouette. The front window, however, was an entirely different story. Anyone, including traffic cameras that happened to be pointed directly at us, had a full view of my little show from the front of the car. Thoughts of someone pointing out how much of a slut I was to their friends in an opposing car reddened my face.

We turned into my complex not ten minutes later. All the while I was alternating between sliding my fingers into my freshly fucked pussy and rubbing my clit in gentle strokes to abate the desire to climax again. Noah parked in front of my building and killed the engine.

“Stop,” he told me.

With some reluctance, I pulled my fingers free of my panties and balled my hands into quivering fists in my lap. The smell of my sex filled my nostrils.

Only then did he turn to face me. “We never discussed a safe word. You need one. You might even need to use it tonight. If you do use it then everything stops for the night until we figure out what went wrong. Take a moment to think about it. A safe word should be something you wouldn’t usually say during our sessions.”

“Cocoa,” I decided rather quickly. There was no reason I’d ever say my cat’s name while in the throes of passion. Or, you know, while having my ass whipped. “Does that mean I should expect more pain as part of my punishment?”

He shook his head subtly. “Not the kind you would assume. I don’t have any of my tools with me, and I can think of more creative ways to punish you without them.”

“Yes, Sir,” I acknowledged.

“Get inside, slut,” he ordered.

We exited the car and walked in silence into the apartment. I flipped on the light to the living room. Noah waited for me to set my purse down on the kitchen table before dead-bolting the door behind us with a violent flick of his wrist. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the center of the living room.

“Stand there.”

“Sir, may I take my shoes off?”

He didn’t lower his hand from its pointing gesture. “I don’t think you have much of a right to ask me for anything at the moment, least of all something so petty. Do you?”

“No, Sir.”

“Stand there,” he repeated. “If you ever want to touch me or be touched by me again then you will follow every single order I give you to the letter. And I don’t want to hear another word out of you until I say you may speak.”

I sort of shrunk back, wanting more than anything to run and hide or find some way of rewinding time so I’d never have to hear those words come out of his mouth again. I pressed my lips together to remind myself not to speak and walked to the middle of the living room to stand with my hands clasped in front of me and my eyes cast to the carpet. Even though Master Cartwright told me to give my undivided attention to my Dom, I couldn’t shake the shame of my body’s betrayal weighing my gaze down.