THREE
Suddenly, I feel it. Plump lips on my neck. Parting. His breath teasing me. His tongue.
The spear of pleasure that shoots through my womb makes me groan around his thumb. My body undulates besides his.
Noah slides his leg over mine, in between, pressing it against my pussy.
I’m shaking so hard, God help me . . .
His teeth snap around my neck, dragging. His back arches with a violent growl. My eyes close in bliss and I nurse his thumb, my mind pretending it’s the pierced head of his dick. Soft slides of my tongue and then I drag my teeth over the tip of his finger.
That digit is suddenly ripped from me and I whimper desperately at the loss.
Noah’s face is in mine just as fast, dark eyes boring into me. His heart is like a war drum echoing into my side; his chest races with the power of an animal, each breath harsh and nearly frightening. There’s a question in his eyes . . . and something else that makes my cunt pound against his leg.
He cups the back of my head, bringing me even closer, holding me still.
I can’t focus on anything but his lips. His wet, juicy lips. I want them. I want them so bad.
Somewhere in the back of my head, I realize I’m whispering my thoughts. Practically chanting. Begging.
His lips are on mine before I can finish the thought.
Soft flesh melts around my lips. Another involuntarily cry leaves me. His answering moan is low, needy. It rips something apart in me.
He trembles next to me, moving slow, lips ghosting.
I groan, sinking my nails into his large traps.
He suckles my lips so softly, his tongue barely flicking them.
That tongue. Fuck.
I dig my nails deeper into his skin. A silent command. A demand for more. My hips rock once on his thigh and his responding groan creates a frenzy within. In an instant, I’m on the edge of the craziest orgasm I’ve ever had.
My pussy has never trembled this bad. The tension at the base of my spine is unbearable.
I fist the hair at the back of his head and yank his lips onto mine. An inhuman sound reaches my ears. Noah coils around me, his big, powerful body shaking with barely contained aggression.
He cups my neck with both hands, thumbs tilting my chin higher. He nips my lip softly, lovingly, and pulls away, letting me see his tormented expression. “I’ve fucking waited forever for this.”
“Use your tongue this time. Only your tongue.”
It’s clear she’s talking to Noah, but I’m the one that mewls at that command.
“Look at you. You’re about to come all over my thigh just from the idea of my tongue, aren’t you baby?” His eyes drop back to my lips, his focus too intense.
My heart’s still racing at his earlier confession. He waited forever . . . to kiss me? To have me like this? Could that possibly be true? I search his eyes, needing the answer.
He brings me close again, stopping a breath away from my lips. I try to get my mouth on his, but he doesn’t let me move. Noah’s hold is firm, showing me I’m under his dominion.
He rocks his hips into me then freezes, muscles straining, fighting for control. His lips caress mine on a wet slide. “Give me that tongue.”
I struggle, fighting his weight. His hold. I’m out of my mind with need. Lost. “Noah.”
He groans at the sound of his name leaving my lips.
I moan it again, followed by, “Please. Hurry. I’m going to go crazy.”
His eyes slide momentarily closed, as if he’s savoring this. Savoring me frantic, mindless. His hold on my neck loosens, just enough for me to move.
His eyes remain closed. Eyes on his gorgeous face, I raise my head. My lips touch his. My tongue slides out—
His eyes snap open and lock on mine. Hands tightening around my neck once more, he immobilizes me, takes the reins back. I watch, rapt, as he caresses my lips with his. Then, he parts them, slow, letting me feel every nuance of the movement along my mouth.
I don’t remember giving my body the command, but my tongue slides out to meet his, connecting. Twining.
We both cry out, tongues mating just outside our parted lips.
His taste.
The feel of that wet, slick, firm muscle making out with me.
“Fuck me. I can’t.” Noah takes my tongue, the urgency rising in him. “You’re going to make me come, doll. I can’t fight it.”
With a wordless cry, I tug him back to me, kissing his perfect lips as if I own them.
I’m forever changed by those words. Mutated. Rearranged. I’m no longer my own woman.
Lord help me, I’m . . . his?
Noah thrusts into my thigh, and I feel how wet his boxers are.
Pre-cum. Leaking. For me. “Oh God,” I groan around his tongue as we eat at each other’s mouths, bodies straining. “Noah. Noah. Your cock.”
He trembles like an angry, caged beast, his chest rumbling with a warning.
“That’s it. Slide between her legs. Let her feel how crazed you are for her.”
Another clink of ice in a glass follows the low moan coming from the speakers. The voice, her voice, carries inside the room. Her order only serves to heightens our neurotic need. What I feel makes no sense, and yet, as his hand grasp the back of my thigh and squeezes, I whimper.
We shouldn’t be turned on. We shouldn’t go crazier at those words, but we do.
Noah yanks my legs apart, sliding between them, devouring my mouth the entire time.
I clutch him to me, lost in his lips. The taste of him. The feel of his large, muscular body. His soft, hot skin.
He settles between my thighs on a long, sensuous slide, back arching to thrust his cock. We both cry out into each other’s mouths, kissing harder . . .
“Roll your hips against her. Fuck her through your clothes.” That voice is turned on. Breathless.
“Mother of fuck.” Noah fists my hair, pulling, holding my head on the pillow. His body loses all control, frantically fucking against me.
A shift of his hips.
His piercing bumps into my clit.
I yank away from his lips, searching out his eyes, needing him to see. “Noah. Baby. I’m coming.”
“Shite. Ivy. You’re everything. You’re fucking everything, love.”
“Stop.”
He ignores the command, lifting my leg higher, rubbing that beautiful dick into my pussy.
I feel the metal of his piercing again and my clit trembles, starting to—
“I said, STOP.”
Once again, he ignores it, dry-fucking me faster, his volatile expression bordering on pain.
The lights come on again, glass shattering coming from the room’s speakers, and yet, Noah continues his ascent into madness. His hot breath assaults my neck right before his teeth bite down and a wail of painful pleasure leaves my mouth.
It travels through me. Electricity shoots up my spine and I arch, an almost painful move that causes his body above me to shiver. The swollen head of his cock gives my clit a tiny, little smack.
“Noah . . .” his name on my tongue is nothing more than an agonizing whimper.
“I know, Ivy. Fuck, baby, I know.” Forehead pressed against mine, he exhales roughly before bringing my legs up higher. His hold on me borders on pain, but I welcome the feeling.
Each ridge of his cock presses into me.
His skin is liquid fire to my senses.
“I said to motherfucking stop or I will hurt her, Noah.”
And just like that reality settles within our subconscious. Like being doused with ice cold water, we move apart and immediately I miss his touch.
He’s there. Beside me.
Breathing hard and pressing down against the thickness in his boxers. His cock is pushing the elastic far enough that I can make out the swollen, purple head. A bead of moisture pools at the tip and my mouth waters. I’m thirsty.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers over to me, head thrown back with his eyes closed. “Didn’t mean to get carried away, love.”
“It’s okay—”
“Do my pets need a reminder on who’s in charge here? Must I make one of you bleed on your first day?” Our captor’s breathing is harsh, yet there’s a maniacal edge of humor in her tone. As if she found our inability to listen amusing. “But then again, you’ve been such good little subjects . . .” A hush of a whisper and then a laugh follows. “Performing beyond what I ever thought possible. And with such little guidance from me.”
We do not answer. Gone is the euphoric bliss from his skin on mine. What’s left of the act is now a mixture of embarrassment and fear. Will this person really hurt us? How far is she willing to go?
“For now, you may get some rest. And Ivy,” she calls out and I look up from my place on the bed, afraid.
“Y-yes.” I hate the way my voice shakes. Noah notices this and stretches a hand out toward me, one I ignore at first. Another chuckle meets my ears and my eyes blur with tears. My shame is out and in the open. Noticeable to both her and Noah.
How the hell will I ever look him in the eye and not relive the last few minutes? Remember the heat of his body on mine. The man had me teetering off the edge of bliss.
Even a total stranger can see my need for him.
Now more than ever, after having a taste, I yearn for more.
“Baby, I have you.” He doesn’t wait for my acknowledgement and takes my hand in his. “Trust in me, Ivy. Please, trust in me.”
Immediately the flames that lick around my subconscious roar to life and I shift closer. His body heat warms me while the A/C above produces goose flesh over my sensitive skin. The cool dampness between my thighs—my scent is mixed with his and my nostrils flare.
Without an ounce of shame, I take his woodsy scent into my lungs.
The crackle of the speakers comes on once again, but I missed half of her instructions. “. . . I want you beneath the covers. Now.”
Without hesitation I move and slip beneath.
“Turn on your side so Noah can spoon you.”
And just like me, he moves into position. My back to his chest. His hard cock against the curve of my ass.
It flexes once and my pussy clenches tight.
“Sleep now, my pets. Rest as much as you can, because later we play.”
And then the cold space turns black and music travels through those annoying speakers. A soft and slow song that reminds me of a lullaby until the lyrics begin.
It’s a fucked up nightmare.
Describes the human need for blood and sex. Torment. Domination.
It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out: that bitch wants us anxious. Everything about this experience was designed to fuck with our minds.
My need for Noah changes from lustful to one of comfort. His arms tighten around me while he nuzzles my neck and whispers in my ear for my to focus stay on him.
God help us.