This is what He want

Noah 1.5

We took my car back to my apartment.

She was quiet on the ride over, contemplative almost.

“I’m not going to sleep with you again,” she reiterated as we took the elevator up to my apartment. “It would be extremely unprofessional of me.”

“Charlotte,” I said, sighing. “Why do you keep alluding to the fact that we’re going to be sleeping together? I haven’t said any such thing.” I don’t want to sleep with you. I want to f**k your pretty little p***y until you’re so sore you can’t walk.

“You said you couldn’t stop thinking about what we did earlier.”

“You mean when I lifted your dress and f****d you in public?” I asked.

“Yes.”

We stepped off the elevator, and stopped outside the door to my apartment. For the first time, I hesitated. She was in over her head. And as much as I wanted her, as much as I couldn’t control myself, there were things about me, things I desired and needed that were dark and black and… “Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked her.

“Do what?”

“Come inside.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Because I want to whip you and tie you and f**k you until you can’t walk. “Because I’m about to be arrested for murder,” I settled on.

“Did you do it?” she shot back. Spitfire.

I grinned. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

She rolled her eyes, and my hand twitched, wanting to lay a spank on her ass.

“If you’re saying that, it means you didn’t,” she said.

I unlocked the door and pushed it open.

“Nice place,” she said, trying to sound nonchalant. But I knew my place was amazing. It had high ceilings and expensive furniture and huge windows that gave an expansive view of the city. The lights outside twinkled in the darkness, but the view paled in compare to her, to her beauty. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

“Thank you. Would you like a drink?”

“No thanks.”

I sat down on the couch.

She sat down on the chair across from me.

“I really want to kiss you again,” I said.

“No kissing,” she said. But she shifted again, this time crossing her legs at the ankles. She swallowed hard, and I watched her throat move.

“Why not?” I asked mischievously.

“Because you might be a murderer.”

“You really think I murdered someone?”

“I’m not sure,” she said. She pulled at her skirt again, and my c**k pulsed, begging to release my c*m all over her. “I don’t know anything about the crime.”

“Worthington didn’t tell you?”

“No.” She shook her head.

“Then you don’t know that I’m probably going to be arrested?”

“I thought you were just a suspect.”

“I’m a suspect because I’m the most likely one who did it.”

“You don’t seem upset.”

“I’m distracted.”

“By what?”

“The way your t**s look in that shirt.”

She blushed at my dirty language, and stared down at her hands.

“Will you stand up for me?” I asked her softly. “I want to look at your body.”

She stood up.

“Turn around.”

She turned around, a complete three-sixty and I let my eyes linger on those curves of hers.

“God, you are sexy,” I said. “You’re getting my c**k hard just looking at you.”

“Noah,” she said. “This is not … I mean, we really shouldn’t be.”

“Do you want to stop?”

She shook her head no, biting her bottom lip softly.

“Good. Turn around.”

She turned around so that her back was to me. Her ass was encased in that tight little skirt, and I needed to see more of her curves.

“Now bend over.”

She hesitated, then bent over just the tiniest bit. My hands gripped the sides of the chair. More.

“All the way,” I commanded. “All the way down and grab your ankles.” She did as she was told, reaching all the way down and grabbing her ankles. There was no hesitation – she was already learning to respond to my commands.

Her skirt rose up over that hot ass of hers. She was wearing a black thong, and the globes of her ass were completely bared to me. I stared at her creamy untouched skin, closing my eyes for a brief second to steady myself.

The desire to scar her was almost overwhelming.

“You are so f*****g sexy,” I rasped. “Come here. Come to me.”

She crossed the room to me, slowly, and I pulled her into my lap. I pushed her skirt up, over the smooth expanse of her thigh, letting my hand linger on her curves. Her body was so lush, so gorgeous.

I grabbed the back of her head with my free hand and pulled her toward me. “I’m going to f**k you again, Charlotte,” I pushed my pelvis into her ass, so she could feel how hard my c**k was. She moaned, and the sound made me want to own her body. “This time I’m going to f**k you for a long time. Do you think you can handle it?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Tell me you want me to f**k you.”

“I want you to f**k me,” she said. “Please, I need you to f**k me.”

“Say my name.” I pushed a finger into her mouth and she sucked on it softly. She was a good girl, her instincts to please me taking over. I couldn’t wait to teach her. She would be a willing student, I could tell.

“f**k me, Noah,” she whispered. “Please, I want you to f**k me.” Her voice was soft and breathy, the look in her eyes so sweet and innocent. Emotion welled up in me, shocking in its intensity.

I kissed her gently, my tongue moving past her lips and probing her mouth, rubbing against her tongue.

The kissing was getting her hot, and she tried to grind herself against my d**k, aching for relief from the want building inside of her. But I grabbed her hip. “No,” I said. “You don’t get to control this. I do. And we’re going to go nice and slow.”

I started unbuttoning her shirt, like she was a present to be unwrapped. The top of her t**s spilled over the cups of her bra, and I ran my finger over her cleavage.

“I’m going to explore every single inch of these hot, sexy curves of yours. Do you understand that, Charlotte?”

“Yes,” she said shyly.

I stood up, brining her with me, and she wrapped her legs around me instinctually. She felt so tiny and innocent in my arms, even more so when she buried her face into my shoulder. I inhaled the scent of her hair and closed my eyes, not able to believe I was going to do this to her, that I was going to put her through this.

But my need to own her was nothing short of compulsive.

I brought her to my bedroom and laid her down on my bed. She sunk into the sheets, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Are you ready for this, Charlotte?” I asked her, pushing her hair back from her face. I searched her eyes with mine, looking for any sign that she didn’t want this. She was hesitant, yes, nervous, yes, maybe even a little scared -- but she wanted it.

“Yes,” she said. “Yes, I’m ready.”

I unbuttoned my shirt, slid my tie off and pushed her hands over her head, tying her to the headboard with my tie. She was bound now, and the sight of her laid out like that was beautiful.

I groped her body, letting my hands wander over her t**s, her hips, her ass.

She was mine to do with as pleased. Bound and totally helpless.

She was in over her head.

I wanted her more than I’d wanted any woman in my life.

But she wasn’t ready for me and the kind of demons that tormented my soul.

I should have left her alone.

But I just couldn’t help myself.