Chapter 10
Mary Jane
A man with halitosis goes to a doctor and says,
“My dear doctor, see how my uvula has descended?”
When the guy opens his mouth, the doctor turns away and says,
“It’s not that your uvula has descended; the problem is that your anus has ascended.”
–Philogelos (The Laughter Lover)
On the ride back to Noah’s loft, I had the oddest dream.
In a black and white world, Noah and I rode in his limo. He held my phone in his hand as my ex, Harrold, continued to send threats repeatedly. Every second, the phone buzzed, another threat appeared on the screen and Noah’s face grew angrier.
“Don’t kill him,” I begged. “Maybe just break his fingers or something.”
“You’re turning into a little mafia wife.”
“Not funny.”
Laughing, he stuck my phone in his pocket and pierced me with his eyes. “Pull your dress up and open your legs. I’ve got other ways to hurt him.”
My breath caught in my throat. “Is that an order?”
“So, you need another lesson?” He moved away from me and I instantly hated it. Reaching under my seat he pulled out a tiny white box containing hand cuffs. “Raise your hands above your head. And yes, that is an order.”
“What?”
Instead of growling or barking the order again at me, he licked his lips and whispered, “Please.”
I couldn’t help but oblige. I’d watched a house full of armed men fear him. I’d seen women grab their children and race away, because he walked into their vicinity. I’d confirmed that he was, in fact, a beast. And now, he gazed at me with desire pooling in his eyes and whispering, “Please.”
So, I did. I raised my hands in the air and let him handcuff me to a tiny pole behind the seat.
“You handcuff people back here, often?” I asked.
“Are you sure you want the answer to that question?”
Sighing, I shook my head. “No. I guess not.”
He took out another set of cuffs, spread my legs and inch-by-inch, nudged my dress to the center of my thighs. My body grew aroused immediately—everything woke up. My arousal dripped from my folds down to my thighs. So creamy. I got so wet for him. Every inch of my flesh throbbed. I really wanted him to pull out his cock, like he’d done earlier. No logic reigned in my head.
I craved him. Desired and yearned for him to be inside of me hard and out of control. I had to have him all over me, rubbing and bucking, stroking and fucking me raw.
Then he lowered himself to the floor, dropping to his knees. Slowly, he slipped his fingertips along my ankles and one-by-one, handcuffed them to hooks installed on the limo floor.
“Are you scared?” he asked.
“Not yet. What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to do naughty things to your pussy and mind. I just haven’t decided which one I’m going to start fucking first.” With both of my ankles and wrists cuffed, he stayed on the floor, guided my dress up to my hips, and exposed all of me. There was nothing left hidden from him. My sex tingled in anticipation.
He blew and warmth coasted across my flesh.
I moaned, “Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please, lick my pussy?”
In a blur, he parted my wet lips with his fingers and circled over and over around my clit. Grunting like a thirsty man, he lapped at my center, licking and drinking between my thighs. So nasty, he emptied me.
“Oh, shit.” I rocked my hips. Out of control. Teetering over the edge. I was already close to coming and he hadn’t even been down there long.
“Fuck.” My low moans came between panted breaths. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
I was no longer happy that my hands and legs were cuffed. I wanted to touch his cock and ram it into me. I yearned to grab the back of his head and hump the shit out of his tongue. I needed my hands to return the favor—jacking his big length off rapidly and paying undivided attention to the tip.
The limo parked. The driver’s side slammed.
And all I cared about was gyrating my center to that magical tongue. I’d forgotten where we were going or why. All I wanted was this burning pleasure to endure forever. Never cease.
“Noah,” I moaned.
“Yes.” He kissed those wet lips. “Say my name again.”
I panted. “Noah.”
“I’m going to have you saying that all night and in the morning, too.” He raised his hands to my breasts and yanked the top down, tearing the sides. My breasts spilled out, bouncing and bobbing around his face.
“Ripe fucking fruit.” He dove for them with his mouth dripping with my arousal. His blue eyes no longer were ice cold. They flushed with lust. He looked like an old, dirty man who had stumbled onto a porno set filming an orgy of lesbians. Wetting my breasts, he licked my plump mounds, sucking on my nipples like a goddamned grown ass baby. Suckling and milking them.
“Oh, fuck, Noah!”
A knock came from the window. The person waited and knocked again.
Noah groaned in pure agony, probably pissed he didn’t have his cock deep inside of me.
Crusher’s hoarse voice sounded. “Boss, we got him.”
Who? What? Where are we? Oh, fuck. Wait a minute. He’s talking about Harrold.
“Noah, let’s just go.” I shook my head, regretting that my hands and ankles were restrained. “Harrold is bluffing. Probably. Just—”
“No.” Noah took off his jacket and laid it across my chest, hiding my breasts. “Harrold came right on time.” He moved between my legs, as if shielding my pussy. “Open the door, Crusher, and throw him in.”
“What?” the handcuffs clinked as I tried to free my hands. “Are you crazy?”
“Trust me, Mary Jane.” He placed his fingers between my thighs and toyed with my throbbing bud. “Remember what I told you? You’re safe with me.”
“But—”
The door opened and a scared shitless Harrold was shoved in. Bruises covered his bottom lip and right eye. He rolled onto the limo’s floor, almost hitting Noah’s feet. I tried to focus on what was happening, but Noah continued playing with my pussy, pushing two fingers in and out, driving me crazy.
Oh, fuck. I can’t concentrate. Shit.
I had no idea what was going through Noah’s mind. Had he lost all sense?
“Sit down over there, Harrold.” Noah shut the door with his free hand, keeping Crusher outside of the limo. For some unknown reason, Crusher began singing musicals.
What the hell? Is that. . .A Whole New World?
I didn’t care anymore, because Noah’s other hand began to work my pussy. Oh, God the things he did to my clit had to be illegal in most countries. Rubbing and caressing. Flickering and then, twisting my bud tenderly.
Moans ripped from my throat.
“Oh, my God.” Harrold’s bottom lip quivered. “Who are you, people?”
Finger fucking me, Noah remained on his knees and between my legs. I couldn’t fucking believe it. Had he lost all sense of decency? Even worse, regardless of my handcuffs, I didn’t want to stop him. His hands carnal. Desire boiled over every inch of me. I wanted his cock and it might’ve been wrong and crazy, but I didn’t care who saw him fucking me. Not Harrold. Not Crusher. Not anyone.
He’d been right before. I didn’t have to be afraid around him. What could any man do around Noah, but watch and wish they were him? No one would touch me, no matter if I was naked or clothed. No one would tell others. I got the feeling that Noah expected privacy and silent mouths.
Noah didn’t bother turning Harrold’s way. His eyes lingered on me while he continued driving me crazy. Wet sloshing sounds carried throughout the vehicle. Even my ex stared my way, and I could’ve sworn, longing pooled in his eyes.
“Harrold, I see why you’ve been texting her today.” Noah pulled away his jacket and exposed my lovely breasts. “I’m sure you’re hurting. I don’t know what I would do if I couldn’t touch these lovely nipples again.” His tongue stroked one and I shuddered.
“W-what is going on?” Harrold stuttered.
I was ashamed to say it, but like a horn ball, I rocked into Noah’s hand, crazy for that pleasured release. What the fuck had gone wrong with me? Some thug, I just met, massaged me all the way down to my core while my ex watched, like an envious bastard from the other side of the limo, and all I could do was focus on the orgasm rising within me.
Outside of the limo, Crusher continued listening to a few other songs similar to ones I sang when I was a kid.
Is that from Little Mermaid? No way.
Noah showed no signs of embarrassment and his ice-cold, blue gaze never wavered from my face. “You miss her? Don’t you, Harrold?”
“Please, let me go,” Harrold cried. “I can’t watch this.”
“I couldn’t either, if I was you.” Noah moved his hand away and backed up a little, exposing my wet, creamy pussy to Harrold. “This is the problem. I’d planned on killing you, because of that threat that you sent to her phone.”
Harrold shrieked.
“And then. . .well. . .you must know how annoying she is. She made that cute face that she always makes and I got all worried that killing you was a bad idea or something.”
“Yes.” Harrold bobbed his head over and over. “Very bad idea.”
“But I want to hurt you.” Noah traced my wet folds with his index finger. I wanted him to touch me more, as I raised my bottom in the air to meet him, but he persisted in teasing me. “What’s fucked up about all of this, Harrold, is that you took a picture she produced for you, because she cared for you, and when you didn’t get your way, you decide to use it against her.”
Noah moved his hands away and kissed both of my thighs very slowly. “Breaking your legs or punching your face wouldn’t have been enough. And she’s restricted me from killing you. However, there are always other ways to hurt you.”
“I-I learned my l-lesson.” Harrold tried not to look at my breasts or between my legs, but in the end, he couldn’t help it.
“No, Harrold. The lesson is just beginning.” Noah leaned down and licked my sex.
I erupted into uncontrollable moans. “Oh, Noah.”
“I don’t want to watch this,” Harrold cried. “Oh, please. No.”
My ex covered his eyes and opened them again, because he was too perverted to blind himself from my pussy.
“Have you ever made her moan like this?” Noah forced his tongue inside of me and I howled over and over, riding the fuck out of his wet tongue.
Noah pulled back, licked his lips, and whispered, “Goddamn, you’re delicious.”
I raised my bottom up from the seat, trying to rub up against something. “Please. Please.”
“What do you want, sweetie?”
“Anything,” I moaned. “Your cock. Your fingers. Your tongue.”
“Okay,” Noah whispered. “First, you have to do something for me. Look at Harrold and talk shit to him.”
“What the fuck?” I blinked.
Noah returned to my pussy, burying his face into my folds, and pumping me with his tongue.
Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. What do I do? Look at Harrold or something. Oh, God. Say something. Oh, God. Fuck.
Pleasure almost blinded my view, but I turned to my ex anyway, to keep Noah from ever stopping. Just so he would keep that tongue doing more than my ex’s dick had ever done.
Tears spilled out of Harrold’s eyes. It was fucked up, but that turned me on. He mouthed the word, whore and I didn’t feel bad for him anymore.
You’re lucky I’m close to coming or I would beat the shit out of you. That’s okay. Like Noah said, there’s other ways to hurt someone.
“You’ll never get this pussy again, Harrold.” I gyrated into Noah’s face. A fucking gangster. The top dog in the yard. A man that people ran from. And here I was grinding my creamy center all over his mouth and chin like a queen. It didn’t matter that my wrists and ankles were handcuffed, I owned Noah.
“No.” Harrold covered his ears. “No.”
“You want this pussy?” I wiggled my breasts. “You miss it?”
Giving up, Harrold fisted his hands in his laps. Which made me see his leg and realize that he had a hard-on that he could do nothing about.
Meanwhile, Noah continued to do bad things to my center and my attention left Harrold. Noah’s lips made sopping sounds as he grunted the whole time. He cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples.
“Oh, Noah, you’re the best.” I twisted my hips and met his licks. “Oh, no one compares.”
Abruptly, I exploded into an orgasm and woke up at the same time.
I woke the fuck up!
Wait. What? That’s a dream? No. I want that tongue!! No!
My eyes opened right as I realized I’d been humping the shit out of Noah’s ass, making him my little bitch. While I slept, I’d gripped both of his arms, had my leg over his, and my pussy rocking into that hard, muscular butt of his.
Uh. This can’t be good. Shit. Is he sleeping? Wait. Where am I? Whose bed is this?
Not surprisingly, I realized that he was definitely awake. I knew this from the low giggles he delivered in between horny grunts.
I stopped with nothing to say.
In a low growl, he said. “Are you up from your nap now, Mary Jane?”
“Oh, be quiet.”
“What were you dreaming about as you humped me?”
“Bunnies and rainbows.”
“Of course.” He turned around and his cock was hard and pulled out of his boxer briefs. “I’ve never had anyone dare to think they could hump my ass like that.”
“I was sleeping, but. . .not. Like sleep walking, but way more perverted.”
“Sleep fucking?” He grinned.
“Apparently.”
He licked his lips. “Do you sleep fuck a lot?”
“No. Well. . .maybe one other time. Well, three or—”
He frowned. “You’ve violated others?”
“You can’t rape the willing.”
“No, you can’t.” He kissed me. “So from now on, you won’t sleep with anyone else.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” He captured my lips and wouldn’t let me talk anymore while he began violating me in the most delicious ways.
Through it all, I couldn’t get that statement out of my head while he pulled down my panties, spread my thighs, and thrust his finger into me.
“You won’t sleep with anyone else.”
That didn’t sound like a suggestion. In fact, he’d said it as if that was a new law. No more men could come to my bed while I slept? What type of person declared things like that? Suddenly, he took my thoughts back to his lips and hands as he caressed my breasts and nibbled at the curve of my neck.
“Yeah, no one else,” he said again.
No one else?