Page 11 of Cuffed Love
It’s insane. He’s asked questions before. It’s clear Noah wants answers. No one has ever wanted to hear my story. I can’t tell him, though. If I divulge that information, my mother’s secrets, it could cause major damage to everyone in my family.And why do you care? It’s not like your mother loves you.The voice goads me, and I cringe.
“What do you care if I starve or not?”
Before I know it, he’s flipped me on my back and pinned my arms against the bed. My shirt moves around and exposes my stomach to him. I can feel the cold air lick across it. Trembling, I try to move my hands, but the cuffs keep me exactly where Noah wants me to be. Totally helpless, I feel dread and embarrassment raging within me. His eyes look down at my body, and I see the exact moment he catches the word ‘whore’carved into my stomach.
“Who the fuck did this?” Noah’s voice sends shivers down my spine. God, I want him to be truly pissed for me. Yet, the hope is squashed as soon as he touches the W on my skin. My mind keeps tricking me into different thoughts.I can’t…The thought stops as he continues to touch me. I can’t look at him. Closing my eyes, I swallow down the tears trying to form.
“Does it really matter?” I am so unworthy of anything. He grabs my chin with his hand and forces my head straight.
“Open your eyes, ladybug.” Noah’s tone holds no room to disobey. My eyes open and I tremble. I hate feeling small and weak.
“Good girl.” He smiles at me. There’s no disgust on his face. Why isn’t he turned off? Why is he still touching me? So many damn questions. It seems like there’s more every time he opens his mouth. “I want to know who the fuck hurt you.”
Noah looks like a deadly officer ready to take action in my name. I want to tell him, I really do. But something arrests my vocal cords from explaining.
“It was a long time ago. Please, um…” Words fail me again as he touches his lips to my stomach. He kisses each letter once, twice, a third time.
“Sweet ladybug, it’s alright. I’m right here. Tell me who hurt my precious woman.” He’s claiming I’m his and I’m not sure how to act. If I believe him, he’s telling me I’m his, and he wants to know the truth. Does he really? Is he really on my side?
My mind whirls with the possibility that I mean something to him. Wherever he touches, it brings a lick of fire along my skin. A whimper leaves my mouth as my hips shift. He’s so close and being so possessive. I need more. One of his hands rubs along my thigh as he looks at me. I can’t help but admire him.
“Tell me, ladybug, who dared to mark you?” His breath tickles my body, and I’m on the cusp of an orgasm again. Oh God, I don’t think I can handle him holding out on me a second time.
“Please, I’m about to cum. Let me… Please,” I beg him, and he growls. My pants are flung the rest of the way down my body, and Noah attacks my clit with his mouth. Two of his fingers thrust into me so deep, I scream. My release is quick and fast. I’ve never been this turned on before. Giving myself orgasms doesn’t feel like this. Hell, I normally have to force myself to watch porn to even feel an inkling of lust.
Noah doesn’t stop taking me, no he thrusts a third finger into me and sucks my clit harder. “Noooooooah,” I drag out his name as he slides deep into my still throbbing pussy.
“That’s my ladybug. Give me another orgasm. Let go baby and take your pleasure from me.” His voice sounds strained, causing my eyes to fly open. Dear Lord, Noah’s stroking his cockand it’s… My body trembles and clenches around his fingers at the sight of how big he is.
“Take me,” I whisper, unable to say anything else. My pussy gushes with my excitement. I ache to touch him. To feel his skin against mine as he stakes his claim over me. To know what those washboard abs feel like when my nails rake down them in pleasure.
A wicked smirk appears on his face as he watches his fingers own my body, and it does me in. My nerves tingle, and my next orgasm is swift and harsh. He’s made me cum simply by looking like a cocky bastard. “Good girl, ladybug.”
When he pulls out his fingers, I whimper. “No.” Noah chuckles and rubs his fat cock head along my lips, and I feel the heat radiating from him.
“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” The tip of his penis is at my entrance, and I’m wiggling for him to get inside of me. I need him so badly.
“Please.” Noah looks at me with such delight as I beg him. I know he hasn’t forgotten the reason he started this. Hell, neither have I, but right now, I want to feel him in me. Making me clean of all memories that still haunt me of that day.
With one long, hard thrust, he claims me. I scream as he fills my body, taking me to another level of pleasure I didn’t know existed. My hips meet his greedy, fast thrusts as he bends down and forces me to look at him. His hold on my face isn’t harsh, but there’s no room for trying to ignore Noah.
“You’re mine. Do you understand?” I want to believe that more than anything. Life, unfortunately, has made me jaded to where I’m not sure I can trust what he says.
“Othella, I can see the doubt. We will discuss everything later.” He grunts and pushes deeper into my body. I’m so damn full. My belly bulges with his cock inside of me. I clench around him, wanting to keep him right there. Every time he leaves mybody, I think he’s not coming back and I’m dreaming. It’s that good.
Chapter Ten
Othella isa vision to be taken in as she lets go and enjoys the bliss. As I fuck her with my cock, I suck on my fingers, loving the way she tastes. She’s not a virgin, but she’s tight like one. I don’t think I could have handled being the one to pop her cherry. I’m too big for that. Doesn’t matter, anyway. The important thing is that she’s mine now and I’ll be her last.
Her breasts bounce with every forward motion, delighting me with how beautiful of a wave they make. “Sweet ladybug,” I whisper against her lips and kiss that succulent mouth. She moans as her taste hits her lips. Othella surprises me by wrapping her legs around me, pulling me deeper into her. She isn’t fighting me anymore, which is a wonderful thing. I may be a kidnapper and a blackmailer but I don’t think I could handle being a rapist. Then again, Othella drives me to the brink of insanity.
“More, oh Noah, please, more.” She’s wild as she tries to force my rhythm. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
I pound into her, giving her what she desires. It’s not a hardship to give her pleasure. Hell, that’s all I want to do forher and to own every inch of her. Licking down her neck, I feel the pulsing vein against my tongue. Mm. Biting down on her skin, she arches and screams again, giving me another orgasm. I commit to memory that my ladybug is sensitive.
The longer I suck, the more her pussy clenches around my cock. I know from now on, if I want her to feel that pleasure extend and bubble over and over like this, I just need to give her a hickey. Multiple, if that’s what it takes to make her go off like this, every single fucking time.
Her muscles continue to contract and quiver along my length, forcing me to let go of my control and come with her. “Othella.” I groan into her neck as I buck into her, causing the headboard to bang against the wall. My cum jets out of me, coating her warm walls. Shit, I didn’t wear a condom. My brain mocks me.You don’t need a goddamn condom. She’s yours and that’s the fucking end of it.
