What He Guards (What He Wants, Book Twelve) (6 page)

“Look at me.”

I looked at him.

“Always look at me, Charlotte.
 
I need to see your eyes.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

He crossed the room and selected a
flogger from his crop of toys.
 
I
kept my eyes on him, watching as he moved back over until he was standing in
front of me.
 
He took off his
jacket, then unbuttoned the sleeves of his shirt and began rolling them up,
exposing his muscular forearms.
 
It
was the same thing he’d done in Clementine’s office when he’d threatened to
pick me up and carry me out of there.

But this time I knew it wasn’t just a
threat.

This time there would be punishment.

He gazed down at me, his eyes searing,
then walked around so that he was standing behind me.
 
He ran the flogger down over my shoulder, sliding it over
the curve of my back.

My hands were on my thighs, and I dug my
nails into my skin, waiting in anticipation for the first blow.

But Noah took his time, circling me like
a hunter circling his prey.

“Charlotte,” he said.
 
“Do you know why you’re here, in this
room, on your knees?”

“Because I sent that email to Ryan
Ramos.”

“And what did that do, Charlotte?”

“It put me in danger.”

“That was a very foolish thing to do,
wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes, sir.”

The flogger came down hard on my
ass.
 
He was a perfect
shot,
the leather strips hitting me square in the middle of
my butt cheek.
 
I gasped in
surprise and pain.“Please, sir,” I said.
 
“I’m sorry.”

“You will learn to obey me,” he growled,
and I could hear the fear and dominance that had been simmering inside of him
all day finally boil over as the flogger hit my skin once again.

“Yes, sir,” I said.

He struck me again and again, coming down
on the exact same spot on my ass until adrenaline coursed through my veins and
dulled the pain.
 
Just when one
part of my skin would go numb, he would move the flogger to another area and
start the cycle of pleasure and pain all over again.

He flogged me for what seemed like
forever, and then he tossed the flogger onto the ground.

He stood in front of me, tall and strong,
his chest heaving, his eyes hooded as he stared down at me.
 
The intensity in his gaze was so
electric it was almost unbearable to look at him.
 
An invisible force drew me to him, and I wanted to reach out
and touch him so badly.

I had to look away, because if I didn’t,
I was afraid I would try to move toward him.

“Look at me.”

I forced myself to meet his eyes.
 
He surveyed my body, deciding what kind
of exquisite torture he was going to put me through next.
 
This was his domain, and he was going
to exercise control over my body in any way he desired.

“Stand up, Charlotte.”

I got to my feet and he pointed to the
padded table against the wall.
 

I walked over and climbed onto it.

“On your back.”

I laid on my back, my heart pounding in
anticipation.
 
From out in the main
room came the sounds of men jeering and a woman moaning.
 
I closed my eyes and imagined that girl
on the stage, her resistance as that man ripped her gown.
 

“Eyes open, Charlotte,” Noah snapped.

He leaned over me on the table until his
lips were so close to mine it would only take me raising my head a fraction of
an inch for us to be kissing.
 
“If
you close your eyes again, I will flog you, Charlotte, and this time it will be
harder.”

I nodded.
 
“Yes, sir.”

He took my hands in his, pulling them up
and over my head on the table, and I felt the cool bite of metal as he strapped
my wrists into handcuffs, restraining me.

He moved to the end of the table and
grabbed my ankle, bending my knee slightly as he began unzipping my shoe.
 
His touch was soft, gentle, as he
slipped it off of me.
 
He kissed
the arch of my foot, and the bliss it sent buzzing through my body was surprisingly
intense.

It wasn’t because he was touching my foot
– I’d never much been into that – but because he was suddenly being
gentle with me after he’d flogged me and handcuffed me.
 
He was so complicated, a dichotomy of
lost and strong, of in control and reckless that it left me constantly off
balance.

I wanted to give myself to him.

He moved to my other foot and removed
that shoe, too, rubbing my instep with his fingers and sending waves of
pleasure through my body.
 
This
time he took my leg and held it up, skimming his fingers down my skin, over my
ankle, my calf, all the way up to the inside of my thigh.

He rested his hand there for a moment
before he began moving it higher, and I gasped and looked away as he fingers
found my center.

He immediately dropped my leg and took
his hand away.

His eyes darkened in displeasure, and he
moved to the wardrobe in the corner and pulled out a slip of black fabric.

“You’re so determined not to look at me,”
he said.
 
“Let’s see how you do
when you have no choice.”
 
He tied
the blindfold around me, plunging me into darkness.

My heart raced and my instinct was to
struggle against him, but I stayed still, knowing if I did that, it would only
make it worse.

I could sense him moving away from me,
and then something brushed over my skin.
 

The flogger.
 

He slapped it against my stomach, and I
gasped, my back arching, my hands pulling at my restraints.
 
The metal bit into my skin as I
struggled, and I tried not to move, knowing it would make the marks on my
wrists darker and more pronounced.
 
But I couldn’t help it.
 
Every blow was a surprise, every strike a shock.

He flogged me again.
 

And again.
 

And again.

He moved from my stomach to my pussy to
my legs.
 
His flogs were
calculated, organized, each one expertly hitting the exact same spot on my skin
over and over, leaving me breathless.

Finally, I heard him toss the flogger
back onto the floor.

I longed for him to pull my blindfold off
me, to look me in the eyes again while he ravished me.
 
But he was in control of me now, and he
was going to keep that control for as long as he could.

I felt his body press down on top of
mine, my breasts flattening against his bare chest.
 
His lips crushed against mine, his tongue opening my lips
and tangling with mine.
 
My body
was on fire as he moved away from me and licked a searing trail down my abdomen.

When he got to my legs, he pushed them
open and slid his finger down over my slit.

I instinctively bucked my hips, but he
held them down, pinning them to the table.

He blew on my thighs, on my stomach, his
breath hot and wanting.

“Stay still, Charlotte,” he
commanded.
 
“If you don’t stay
still, I’ll stop.”

“Yes, sir,” I moaned.

He grabbed my thighs, his thumbs
spreading my pussy apart until my clit was hard and exposed.
 
I could feel him there, inhaling my
scent, his breath still hot and searing on my skin.

The anticipation was driving me
insane.
 
I was white knuckling my
self-control, holding on with everything I had not to move or moan or beg.

He kissed my pussy softly, a tiny little
feather kiss that caused me to lose my grip on my willpower.
 
I moaned.

“You like that, baby?” he asked, his
voice gentle.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir, I like when you kiss my pussy
like that.”

“Beg, Charlotte.”

“Please, I need … I need to feel your
mouth on me.”

He kissed me again, this time right on my
clit, flicking his tongue against me for half a second before pulling away
again.
 
“
Beg.”

“Please,” I whimpered, twisting my
hips.
 
He held me tight, pinning me
down.

“Don’t move, Charlotte.”

“Please,” I was so wet I couldn’t take
it.
 
It was the worst, best, most
amazing kind of torture I’d ever experienced.
 
I wanted him so badly.
 
“I can’t…. Noah, please, I need you to put your mouth on me.”

“Where?”

“On my pussy.”

“Again.”

“I need you to put your mouth on my
pussy.”

He slid the pad of his thumb all the way
up my slit, skating it over my clit before applying more pressure.
 
I pulled against the restraints,
gripping the cuffs tightly as his mouth finally found my center.

He kissed my pussy open mouthed, his
tongue exploring me while his strong hands held my hips firmly in place.
 
My clit swelled with need as his tongue
and mouth moved against me, traversing my core.

“You taste good like this, baby,” he
said.
 
“I like you smooth.”

The smoothness of my skin had served to intensify
every wave of pleasure that was pulsing through me.
 
There was nothing standing in the way of his tongue against
my pussy, nothing to dull the ecstasy that radiated from his expert handling of
my body.

He brought me to the edge the way only he
could do, and even though I knew he wasn’t going to let me come so quickly, I
couldn’t help but whine when he pulled away.
 
His hands released my body, and I immediately began to
squirm on the table, rubbing my legs together in an effort to give my body even
just a small amount of release.

He let me move, and I could hear the
sound of his belt unbuckling, the sound of his zipper sliding down slowly.

I felt him brush his hand down over my
hip, and I knew he must have been standing next to the table, staring down at
me.
 
He skated his hand back up
over my stomach, and slid his index finger into my mouth.

I sucked on it hungrily.

Then he took my arms and crossed one over
the other before grabbing me by the hips and flipping me over.
 
I was still in the restraints, my
wrists stuck in the handcuffs, but now I was on my stomach.
 
He slid his finger, wet and warm with
my saliva, down my spine, and I shivered.

From the main room came the sound of
cheering, and a flash of me up on that stage in front of everyone, those men
watching Noah control my body slid into my mind, and I moaned.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Charlotte,”
Noah said.
 
He slapped my ass hard
with his open palm, and I jumped.
 

I felt his body press down on top of
mine, his chest pushing into my back as he
laid
on top
of me.

His cock was hard and pushing against the
curve of my ass.
 

I tried to push back into him, to hoist
myself up onto my elbows, but the weight of his body was heavy on mine and he
wouldn’t allow me to move that way.

“Stay still, baby,” he said. “Keep your
legs together.”

He cupped my chin in one hand as he
pushed his cock in between my legs, pausing for a moment before thrusting into
me, hard and deep.

I cried out as I felt myself spread out
around him.
 
His shaft was thick,
his head swollen, and it took me a second to get used to his width inside of
me.

“Good girl,” he groaned.
 
He brushed my hair over my shoulders,
and began fucking me harder and faster, his hand still cupping my chin.
 
His thumb skated over my bottom lip.

I tried to push back into him, but he
stopped fucking me, slapped my ass hard with his hand.
 
“Stop.
 
Moving.”

I stopped, but he waited a long,
intoxicating moment before he began thrusting into me again.

“Your pussy feels amazing, baby,” he
whispered in my ear.
 
“You feel so
tight around my cock.”

He began moving even faster, his hips
pistoning into me.
 
I tried to open
my legs, but he spanked me again until I pushed them back together.