What He Explores (What He Wants, Book Twenty-One) (6 page)

But he didn’t slip my panties down.

Instead, he gripped the sides and pulled them up, until the material slid into my slit, exposing my pussy lips to him.

He slipped a finger inside the sheer material and pushed it inside of me, hard and fast, so hard and fast I gasped.

“You’re so tight, baby,” he murmured. “We’ll have to make sure to get you nice and wet before I fuck you.”

Then he pulled his finger from me and grabbed my waist, throwing me down on the bed and forcing me over his knee.

“You will count out loud while I spank you.” His hand rubbed my ass cheeks, and he grabbed a handful of my flesh, his nails digging into my skin. “If you miscount or become distracted, I will start over. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You are not to make a sound except for the counting.”

“Yes, sir.”

“If you do, I will start over.”

I gripped the comforter, holding the fabric tight and twisting it in my hands as I braced myself for the first hit.

I knew he wasn’t going to go easy.

The first blow was glancing, the sting blazing through my flesh, raw and immediate. My ass burned and I gasped out loud, then bit my lip as I remembered that I was to stay quiet.

“One,” I said, but my voice sounded faint.

Another spank, this time even harder.

“Two,” I whispered as my eyes welled with tears.

Noah’s open palm came down on me again, this time his hand gripping my ass and making it jiggle.

“Three,” I whispered through my tears.

“Ask for another,” he growled from behind me.

“Please, can I have another spanking?”

He obliged, hitting me even harder this time.

It was so painful, and I was so focused on whether or not I was to beg for another one, that I forgot to count the blow.

“I will have to start over now, Charlotte,” Noah said, his hand rubbing over my sore flesh. He slid his hand down between my legs. “Spread your legs for me.”

I spread them and his thumb slipped into my panties and found my pussy, swirling over my clit in a soft, circular motion that sent waves of pleasure rippling through my body.

I moaned.

“Start over at one.” He pulled back and hit me with his other hand. The whole time his thumb was making slow, soft circles on my clit and driving me insane.

“One,” I said as his hand crashed into me. He pulled back for another blow, and I remembered I was supposed to ask. “Can I please have another spanking, sir?” I pleaded. I could hear the intense want in my own voice and I blushed as humiliation burned me from the inside out.

I got to five this time before he slid a finger inside of me, and I moaned and squirmed against his hand. Since I’d made a sound, he had to start over.

I bit my lip as he began to finger fuck me while he spanked me, summoning all my concentration to keep my mind focused on counting.

This time, I got to ten, my flesh stinging from the blows, my ass raw and red from the punishment.

“Good girl,” he breathed.

He stood me up in front of him and finished undressing me slowly, unhooking my bra and peeling the lacy cups from my tits, the straps sliding down my arms with exquisite slowness, his fingertips grazing my skin as he dropped my bra onto the floor.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, letting his gaze rake over my topless body. I felt myself blush under his gaze, still not used to my body being so exposed to him like this, to being so vulnerable and at his mercy.

He pulled me toward him, his hands encircling my waist, his mouth finding my nipples, sucking, licking, his tongue swirling around my areolas, the wet hotness sliding through me and settling between my legs, making my pussy even wetter than it already was. He palmed my breasts, moving back and forth, sucking and licking until I felt out of my mind with desire.

Then he pulled my panties down, waiting patiently as I held onto his shoulders to steady myself as I stepped out of them.

“Go sit in the chair, Charlotte.”

I walked over and sat down, settling into the split seat that would force my legs to stay spread.

Noah walked across the room to me, his body strong and confident. He strapped me to the chair, my hands bound to the wooden arms, my ankles confined by the metal shackles, my legs forced open, my pussy and clit exposed.

His eyes blazed with want as his hands found my throat, and he pushed me back and collared me to the chair. I hadn’t realized there was a collar, and I tried my best to quell the panic that rose in my chest. I was completely helpless now, my legs open to him, my wrists bound, my tits raised, my neck collared.

“Fuck, you look good like that,” he said, bending down to kiss me.

We moaned into each other’s mouths as his tongue moved against mine. He kissed me until I was dizzy, until every nerve ending in my body was on alert, until I had goose bumps all over.

Then he began to slide his body down over mine, his breath grazing my bare skin. I arched my back into him and moaned as he moved over my stomach until his mouth was between my legs.

His tongue found my clit, his mouth sucking slowly, torturously as I called his name over and over.

I closed my eyes and tried to move, tried to make him go faster, tried to push myself into him, but I was tied down tight, and he was in complete control.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

I opened my eyes and watched as he spread my pussy with his fingers and kissed it, open mouthed, his tongue sliding up inside of me.

“Oh my God, Noah,” I moaned. “Noah, please, Noah…” Looking at him while he ate me was about to push me over the edge, and so I closed my eyes again.

He slapped my pussy with his open palm.

“Look at me,” he growled.

I obeyed.

“That’s it,” he said, one hand flat on my stomach, pinning me down to the chair as he fucked my pussy with his tongue. “I want to see that pretty face while I eat you out.”

“Noah,” I groaned at his dirty words.

He returned to my pussy, kissing, sucking, adding his finger, thumbing my clit while he licked my slit, sliding his tongue inside of me, then sucking my clit gently while he fucked me with two fingers.

When he added a third, I gasped and closed my eyes.

“Look at me,” he growled and slapped my pussy again.

I looked down, watching as his fingers disappeared inside of me.

“Look at how wet you are, baby. You want to come, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I whimpered. It was building inside of me, the wave of my orgasm, and I was doing all I could to hold it back, to wait until he gave me permission.

“I can feel your clit throbbing. I can tell you’re ready. Look at how easy my fingers are fucking you.”

He slowed down the assault on my pussy, moving slower and slower as we both watched.

“I’m going to fuck you with my tongue now,” he said. “And I want you to come on my mouth. Do you understand, baby?”
“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

He took his fingers and spread my pussy wide, then used his other hand to give me a hard, stinging slap right against my clit. And then his mouth was back on me.

I came immediately. He had trained my body to respond to his words, his touch, his fingers, his mouth, and my orgasm exploded through me as I called his name, over and over.

When the last shuddering wave had left my body, he released my restraints, then slipped his arms under my knees, picking me up from the chair and laying me down on the bed upside down, so that my head was hanging off the end.

I looked up at him as he removed his pants, letting my eyes travel over his body, over the V of his hips, the cut lines of his biceps, the corded muscles of his shoulders. His dark eyes were blazing down on me, and I shivered at the beauty of him, his masculinity, his strength, his size.

He looked as if he’d stepped from the pages of a magazine, every line of his chest cut from stone, his thighs thick and muscular. His face was flawless, his cheekbones defined, his jaw strong.

He was so gorgeous he took my breath away, and I couldn’t help but wonder again how someone who looked like him could make me feel so beautiful. I went to cover myself, but he took my hands and pulled them over my head.

“No,” he growled, pinning them to the bed.

And then he guided his hard dick to my lips, pinning my hands down as he pushed the head of his cock into my mouth.

I swirled my tongue around the head and he groaned, then reached down and grabbed my tit, holding onto it for leverage as his hips bucked. His salty taste made me ache between my legs, already desperate for him again, even though he’d just made me come.

“Harder, baby,” he moaned. “Suck that dick harder.”

I did as I was told, sucking him as he fucked my mouth, almost choking me with his cock. He made me blow him for what felt like forever, deep and hard as my tits bounced with each push of his cock.

When he finally released me, my eyes were watering and my pussy was throbbing.

“On your back.”

I scooched up on the bed, and laid on my back. He got on top of me, bending my knee and pulling my leg up over his hip so he could get a better angle on me. He pushed into my pussy in one smooth stroke, and I bit my lip as he filled me with his thickness.

“Fuck, how are you so tight?” he murmured into my ear. “Your pussy is so wet, but you’re still so fucking tight.”

His fingers slid through the strands of my hair, wrapping them around his hand and pulling tight, pulling me toward him and kissing me.

We made out while he fucked me, his mouth hungrily claiming mine.

“Jesus, I can’t get enough of you, baby,” he murmured when finally released me. He was still screwing me, hard and deep, making me take his whole cock. “I can’t stop fucking that tight little pussy.”

I closed my eyes and tipped my head back as his mouth found my neck, his lips blazing a searing trail down my cleavage. He sucked my nipples as he fucked me, moving back and forth from one breast to the other.

Then he moved back to my lips.

“Look at me,” he whispered. “I want to see your face when you come.”

I opened my eyes and my breath caught in my chest. I could
feel
him. I could feel him inside of me, not just physically, but emotionally and spiritually. It was a feeling that was so overwhelming I almost couldn’t even conceive of its existence.

We came at the same time, and he shot off inside of me while he gazed deep into my eyes, the waves of pleasure roaring through my body as he took me hard and deep, owning me, claiming me, possessing me and making me his.

“Fuck,” he whispered when he was finished, staying inside of me as our breathing slowed. “What the fuck was that?”

I couldn’t speak, just closed my eyes as he wrapped me in his arms. I buried my head into his shoulder as his fingertips stroked my back. I shivered.

“Are you cold?”

I shook my head. “No.”

He grabbed the comforter and slid it over us anyway, pulling me tight to his body. I rested my head against him, listening to the sound of his heart beating soft and steady in his chest.

A few minutes later, he reached over to where his pants were lying on the floor. He pulled something from his pocket, and then propped himself up on his elbow and set a small black box down in between us on the bed.

“What is that?” I asked.

He opened the box slowly, and I gasped.

Inside was the most beautiful diamond ring I’d ever seen. A solitaire surrounded by a diamond band, it was even bigger and brighter than the engagement ring he’d given me.

“Oh my God,” I breathed.

“Do you like it?” Noah asked.

“I love it.”

He pulled it from the box and slipped it onto my ring finger. “It’s to replace the first one.”

“I can’t…” I swallowed and shook my head. “Noah, I can’t accept this. It’s not fair.”

“Are you referring to the fact that you dropped the first engagement ring I got you down a New York City sewer drain?”

His tone was teasing, but I blushed.

“Yes.”

He shut the ring box and then opened it again, and I realized the box had different compartments. He’d opened the middle compartment now, and inside was what looked like a delicate chain made of white gold, attached to a bracelet made of the same material.

Noah fastened the bracelet around my wrist, then attached the chain to my new engagement ring. In the middle of the chain was a diamond, and it glittered against the back of my hand.

“Now you won’t be able to get rid of it so easily.” His fingers traced the bracelet, his eyes filled with emotion.

The love I had for him threatened to overwhelm me.

“You are mine,” he whispered, cupping my chin and kissing me softly. “Forever.”

I nodded.

“You will never take this off again. If you do, it will shatter me.” His voice caught on the last words, as his love for me broke through the walls he’d carefully constructed around his heart.

“I won’t, Noah. I promise.”

His eyes searched mine. “A ring isn’t enough,” he said finally.

“What?” I was confused. “What do you mean?”

He opened the box again, this time revealing the bottom compartment. Nestled inside were two wedding bands.

He took them out and placed them on his palm, showing me the inside of the bands. There was a break in the metal of each one, one in the shape of a C, one in the shape of an N.

“You will get tattoed,” he said, taking my ring finger and tracing the bottom of it, where it met my palm. “Here. With an N.” He showed me the side of the ring again until I understood. I would get a tattoo of his initial on my ring finger, and it would show through the band of my wedding ring, a permanent reminder that I was bound to him.

“And you’ll get a C, “ I said. He would be bound to me, as well.

“I want to marry you right away. I will not take the chance of you getting away.” He placed the wedding rings back in the box and shut it, then set it on the table next to him. He grabbed my hips and pulled me flush against him, our naked limbs tangling together.

“I won’t try to get away,” I promised.