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almost a
graze, designed to tease.   He moved
down over my stomach, down to my mound, his knuckle grazing the outside of my
pussy.  
    When he saw how wet I was, his lips
curled into a wicked smile.
    He knew exactly what he was doing, knew
exactly how to make me scream and moan until I came.
    But first, he was going to tease me.
    He brushed his curled finger against my
opening, getting me slick and wet.   The whole time, he was looking at me, lying there, vulnerable, my body
exposed to him as my breath came in short gasps.
    He took his time, moving his knuckle in
slow circles over my clit.   I
closed my eyes and tipped my head back, willing myself not to make a
sound.   But the anticipation was killing
me, and a moan escaped my lips.
    I thought the punishment would be swift
and severe – I knew by now not to make a sound unless I was granted
permission.
    But instead, when I opened my eyes, Noah
was grinning at me.   And that’s
when I knew this was going to be even more intense than I’d imagined.
    “Does that feel good, baby?” he asked,
his finger still moving lazily.
    “Yes.”
    “Do you know what I’m going to do to you,
Charlotte?” he asked gruffly.
    “No.”
    “First I’m going to slide my finger
inside of you.”   His finger slid
inside of my hole, curling around against my g-spot until I gasped.   “And then I’m going to get you so wet
and turned on that you’ll do anything I say.   Do you understand?”
    “Yes.”  
    I resisted the urge to push against his
finger, to make him fuck me deep and hard.   I was so turned on already, so wet and slick and ready for
him that it was almost unbearable.
    I’d wanted to take his pain away, to make
him forget about what he was facing.   I’d thought I was in control of this, thought it was my choice, when
really, Noah had been in control all along.
    He pushed his finger further into me, at
the same time rubbing my clit with his thumb.   He kept his finger still, but his thumb moving.   The contrast in the two sensations
– one still and hard, the other soft and slow – drove me crazy.
    The ache for him built up inside of me,
and I could feel the rumblings of an orgasm already taking shape.
    He must have seen it on my face.
    “No.   Not until I say.”
    “But I can’t –”
    “No.”   He pressed his
body on top of mine, his weight enveloping me, heavy and strong.   “If you come before I say, I will make
it worse.   Do you understand?”
    I nodded.
    He stood up again, grabbed my legs and
pulled me off the chair until I was kneeling in front of him.   His eyes burned as he took me in,
drinking in the sight of my body like I was a fine wine.   I kept my gaze on him, resisting the
urge to cover my stomach, to cover my breasts.   I knew it would displease him.
    And I wanted so badly to please him.
    Make me believe you, I thought.   Make me trust you, Noah.   I
want to.
    “Take my cock out.”
    I reached up and undid his belt, unzipped
his fly, loving the way his cock sprung out, rock hard and ready.
    I reached for it, but he grabbed my
wrist.
    “No.”
    I pulled back, stared up at him, waiting
for his instructions.   I waited for
him to command me to open my mouth, to hold the back of my head as he pushed
the head of his dick into me.  
    I ached for the taste of him, for the
feel of him thick in my mouth, spreading out my cheeks.   I want him to choke me with his cock.
    But instead of making me suck him, he
took a step back.   I inched toward
him on my knees, panic flying through me at the thought of him making me stay
there, waiting, the way he’d been doing.
    “Stop.”   He held his hand up, palm forward, and I stopped.
    He crossed the room to the desk in the
corner, stood and stared at me.  
    “Crawl to me, Charlotte,” he
growled.   I crawled to him, the
carpet rough under my hands and knees.
    When I reached him, I kneeled with my
head down, waiting for further instructions.
    “Good girl,” Noah said approvingly.