The Obsessed With Him Series: Complete Box Set (A Bad Boy Romance) (42 page)

Then he leaned down and kissed me hard and deep, biting my bottom lip softly as he pulled away again.

He reached under me and unhooked my bra, letting the cups loosen around my breasts before pulling my open shirt off my arms.  Then he pulled my bra off and dropped it onto the floor.

My nipples were hard, standing straight up in two pebbled peeks, and Noah reached out and took my breasts in his hands, cupping them gently, his thumbs grazing my nipples, his pelvis pushed up against my bare pussy.

The hardness in his pants pushed against me, and I tried to grind into it.

“No,” he growled, grabbing my hips and holding me still.  “Don’t.  Or I’ll stop.”

I summoned all my willpower as he held me firmly in his grasp, knowing I had to stay still and quiet.  It was torture, but the torture of not having him at all would be much worse.

He leaned down and kissed me again, our mouths moving in an exquisite rhythm.  I dug my nails into his back, pulling him against me, wanting to pull him as close as he could get. But he pulled back and stared into my eyes as he took my arms and raised them over my head.

Then he stood up and began unloosening his tie. 

“Do you trust me, Charlotte?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said, knowing how much it turned him on to hear me say that.  “Yes, I trust you.”

He pulled his tie through the collar of his shirt in one rapid movement, then leaned down and began wrapping it over my eyes, blindfolding me. My heart began pounding at the thought of not being able to see what he was doing – even if, deep down, I didn’t believe he killed those women, there was no way I could know for sure.  And even if he hadn’t, he had a tragic past and dark secrets that tangled together to create a kind of danger I wasn’t sure I could handle.  But I still wanted him.  And I trusted him.  I did.

I felt his index finger slid over my bottom lip, over the swell of my breast and the curve of my hips.  He unbuttoned my skirt and pulled it off, so that I was completely naked and lying on his desk, my arms above my head, blindfolded and unable to see what he was doing.

I resisted the urge to pull my hands down and take off the blindfold.  It was a test, I was sure of it – he always wanted me to look at him, always wanted us to be focused on each other.  He was testing me to see if I trusted him, and I so desperately wanted to please him.

So I forced myself to stay still, the want and desire in my body blooming into an ache that permeating my whole body.  It was almost unbearable, how badly I wanted him.

His fingers slid down over my stomach, then pushed my legs apart.  I felt him kneeling down again, felt his breath right on my center, and I bit my lip and tried not to make a sound.

Then, just like that, he was gone.

My heart stopped, my stomach somersaulting.

I heard the sound of a drawer opening, and then the sound of metal on metal.  Noah grabbed my hands and I felt him pulling them further up over my head, pushing them further apart before placing them back on the desk.  The cool bite of metal hit the back of my wrists, right before a clicking sound echoed throughout the room.

I realized I was locked in.  He’d attached something to the desk, some kind of contraption, and now my wrists were trapped in it.  I couldn’t remove the blindfold now even if I wanted to.

His hands came down onto my breasts, kneading them and driving me crazy.  Then his mouth was next to my ear.

“Charlotte,” he said.

My breath came in short gasps, and I almost didn’t even trust myself to talk.  “Yes,” I whimpered.

“Say ‘red’ if you want to stop,” he whispered, and then he was gone again.

He left me like that for God knows how long.  It felt like forever.  The whole time, my body was on fire, my pussy so wet it was almost unbelievable.  At one point, I thought I might be losing my mind.

I knew he had to still be in the room, because I hadn’t heard the door open.  But I couldn’t be sure of it.  I couldn’t be sure if he’d left me there, or when he was going to come back.

I pulled on the restraints experimentally, just to see if perhaps they had any give.  But they were strong and metal, and I wasn’t going anywhere.  I moved my head a little to the side, seeing if perhaps the blindfold would slip down.  But his tie was around me tight, and it wouldn’t budge.

The room smelled of sex and Noah, and that, coupled with the fact that I was tied up spread eagle on his desk made me hornier than should have been legal.  It was torturous. 

 I began to beg.

“Please, Noah,” I whined.  “Please fuck me.”

But it didn’t work.

“Please,” I whispered.  “Please, I need you to fuck me.”

I wriggled around on the desk, going out of my mind, trying to rub myself against the wood just to get some relief.  I loved that he had me here, naked and wanting, unable to do anything about it.  And the more he made me wait, the hornier I got.

And then suddenly, with no warning, I felt his mouth on my pussy.

He kissed me between my legs, deep and hard, wasting no time as his tongue pushed gently against my clit.

“Oh my God,” I breathed, my orgasm threatening to overtake me already.  My center convulsed, tightening around his tongue, and he pulled back.

“Not yet,” he growled.

He pulled his mouth away from me, but replaced it with his finger.  I moaned as he curled it inside of me and rubbed against my g-spot.  He fucked me with his finger, in and out, slowly and rhythmically.  I began to move my hips in concert with his movements, and this time, he didn’t stop me.

A second finger slid inside of me, my pussy stretching out around his fingers.  And then his mouth was on my clit, his tongue warm and wet, as he sucked my clit and fucked my hole at the same time.

“Oh, God, Noah,” I moaned.  “Please, don’t stop.”

He let me writhe and moan as much as I wanted, and though I’d thought that being able to move would make it better, all it did was drive me more crazy.

His mouth moved all over my pussy, slow and deep, his fingers moving in a rhythmic motion in time with his tongue.  Just as I was about to come, he pulled away from me, teasing me again.

I felt him move to the other side of the desk, heard a drawer opening and the sound of something being pulled out.

“Noah,” I breathed.  “Please….”

I felt him again, back in between my legs, only this time, he wasn’t licking me.  Instead, he spread me open and I felt something soft against my ass.

“Charlotte,” he whispered.  He was standing in between my legs, and his hand moved over my face.  “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” I squeaked out as his hand moved down, lingering on my neck for a moment.  He kept it there as he slid what I assumed was a butt plug slowly into my ass.

“Oh,” I gasped, as I felt my ass spread around it.  The pain was sharp, but didn’t last long, and a second later, the pressure felt amazing.

Noah’s hand was still on my neck as he pushed the plug deeper inside of me, and I knew it was a test – those girls had been strangled.  I was being forced to trust him, to not move or tell him to stop when his hand was on my neck.

I loved the feeling of being at his mercy, so helpless, bound and blindfolded, having him fill me and touch me wherever he wanted.

After another minute, the butt plug was completely inside of me, and Noah’s grip on my throat tightened just a tiny bit.

Still, I stayed quiet.

I trust you,
I thought. 
I trust you, Noah.

Then his hand was gone and I heard the sound of him unbuttoning his pants.  He was done teasing, done wasting time as he entered my pussy in one quick thrust.  Having something in both of my holes multiplied the pleasure, sending waves of ecstasy through me.

His body fell on top of mine, his hands grabbing me and pulling my knees up as he fucked me hard and deep.  His lips pressed against mine as he pumped his cock into me.

“Noah,” I said.  “Please, Noah, can I come?”

“Tell me how good it feels.”

“It feels amazing, Noah, please.”

“What does?”

“Being filled in both holes.”

He groaned, pumping into me harder and faster.  “Come for me,” he breathed.

I came, crying out, my nails digging into his back as his cock kept pumping inside of me.  My pussy clamped onto him as my orgasm rippled through my body, pulsing through me in long waves.

“I’m going to come all over you,” he growled, pulling his dick out of me.

He reached down and slowly, torturously, pulled the plug out of my ass.  A second later I felt a hot shot of cum hit my clit, then another hit my asshole.  Two more shots hit my slit, and a final shot hit my ass cheeks.

I loved that he’d come all over me, loved that he’d made me his in that way.  I was tied up and dirty, covered in him, and I couldn’t imagine anything more exciting.

He reached down and removed his tie from my eyes, then kissed me softly.

“Hi,” he said, his eyes finally meeting mine.

“Hi.”

“I think,” he said slowly, stroking my cheek.  “Charlotte, I think I’m falling in love with you.”

My breath caught in my chest.  It was the first time he’d said anything remotely like that, the first time he’d even hinted at anything like that.

“I think I’m falling in love with you, too,” I said. 

What I didn’t say was that I was terrified.

 
A
few minutes later
, I was in the private bathroom directly off Noah’s office, cleaning up before I had to head to class. I wondered what Professor Worthington was going to think when I sent him an email summarizing what little I’d learned from Noah.  I wondered if I could get Noah to tell me anything else before I left, or if he’d perhaps let me come back after class to talk to him more. 

I was wrestling my tangled hair into a ponytail when my cell phone began ringing.

I rummaged through my bag until I found it.

Unknown Number.

I almost didn’t answer it.  I was this close to being late for class, and I tended not to answer unknown numbers because they were usually telemarketers.

But for some reason, I picked up.

“Hello?”

There was a pause on the other end of the line, the kind of pause that almost sounded like dead air.  I was about to hang up, thinking it was definitely a telemarketer, when a computerized voice came through the line.

“Charlotte Holloway?” it asked. 

“I’m not interested,” I said, not sure why, since obviously a computer couldn’t understand me. 

I started to end the call, but before I could the voice said,  “Charlotte, don’t hang up.” 

I realized then that it wasn’t a computer.   It was a voice that was being manipulated in some way, put through some kind of distorter.

“Who is this?” I asked.

“A friend.”

“A friend?”

“Yes, Charlotte.  A friend.  Someone who’s looking out for you.”  The voice was male, not exactly creepy, but still scary, if only for the fact that it was so obviously attempting to be disguised. 

“Josh?”  I demanded.  “Is that you?”

“No.”

“Then who is this?”

“You need to find a man named Audi James.  He can help you, Charlotte.”

“What?”  My heart was starting to beat fast in my chest, and I looked toward the bathroom door, wondering if I should call for Noah.

“Things aren’t exactly what they seem, Charlotte.  Trust
no one.”

“What?”  I asked desperately, pushing the phone tight against my ear, as if that would help me figure out who was on the other end of the line.  “What does that mean?”

“It means that if you want the truth about who killed those women, you need to go to Force.  Look for Audi James.  He’ll help you, Charlotte.  Trust no one.”

“And what do I –”

But the line went dead.

I stared at the phone in disbelief, almost willing it to ring again.

After a moment, I put it back into my bag and walked back into Noah’s office.

He was at his desk, looking over some papers.

He looked up when he saw me.  “Everything okay?”

I opened my mouth to tell him what had just happened. 

Trust no one.

“Yeah,” I said finally.  “I’m fine.”

“Will we be still be attending your stepfather’s birthday party tonight?”

My stepfather’s birthday party.  I’d forgotten all about it.  Noah had agreed to go with me.

I raised my chin in the air.  “No,” I said, shaking my head.  “I want to go to Force.”

N
OAH

S
he said
it with such conviction, but her voice betrayed just a hint of weakness. 

“You want to go where?” I asked.

“Force.” 

She adjusted her bag on her shoulder and pushed her hair back from her face.“No,” I said.  “We’re going to your stepfather’s party.”  I pulled my wallet out and walked over to her, handed her a credit card.  “Here.”

“What’s this?”

“Your new card.”  She ran her fingers over the letters. CHARLOTTE HOLLOWAY was spelled out in raised silver type.

“You got me a credit card?”

“It’s hooked up to my account.  Buy yourself something for tonight.  Something sexy that I can rip off you later.”

She stared at the card, and I could see her grappling with the implications.  She nodded slowly and slipped it into her bag.

“Noah,” she said.  “Please.  I want to go to Force.”

My dick immediately got hard at the thought of things I could do to her there, the ways I could ravish her body, the techniques I could use to make it clear she was mine.  But these things couldn’t be rushed.  And she wasn’t ready.

“You’re not ready.”

I saw the look pass over her face – not lust, not disappointment, but frustration.  Why was she frustrated?  All she’d been talking about was not wanting our relationship to be purely based on sex, and now she was insisting we go to a hardcore BDSM club instead of a family function. 

She’s hiding something from you.

I kept my voice even.  “Force is a place you go when you’re ready to take things to the next level.”