Betrayed: Keeping her in the Dark Vol. 3 (21 page)

“I like that,” I whispered as I walked closer to her. I touched her chin and made her look up at me. I ran my thumb over her lips and then moved the hair off her shoulder. 

“My sweet little Norah,” I said as I walked around her. I ran my hand down her spine and then stopped back in front of her. 

“Look at me,” I said. She looked up. “Put your hands on my hips and take me in your mouth. Suck me until I tell you to stop and don’t move your hands.” 

She didn’t hesitate. She moved up on her knees and placed her hands on my hips. Her eyes locked on me as she took me in her mouth. 

“Yes, that’s it, little one,” I breathed out. I ran my hands over her head and leaned my head back. I pushed myself in her mouth and pressed her head forward. 

Her mouth kept up with my thrusts and she kept taking me deeper. Her throat was like silk around my cock. Her tongue encircled the tip and she created suction with her lips. 

I pressed myself back in her mouth and grabbed the back of her head with one of my hands. I rammed myself in her mouth several times until I thought I might come, but I wasn’t ready so I pulled out. 

“Get on the bed. Put your hands on the head board, bend over and spread your legs,” I demanded. She did as she was told. I climbed on the bed behind her and ran my hand over her perfect ass. 

“Are you going to spank me?” she asked. I grunted a little. A very small part of me took pride in our one anal sex encounter and that she didn’t enjoy it. A small little demon on my shoulder liked that she let me do something to her she wasn’t sure about and she didn’t like it. 

She was honest about her feelings and asked if I would stay away from that part of her. But when I was in slave master mode I didn’t give a damn about her feelings. I wanted what I wanted and I knew she wouldn’t try to stop me. 

“I didn’t give you permission to talk.” My voice was cold and I knew it didn’t give her any confidence, but that’s how I wanted it. I smacked my hand down on her ass hard enough to leave a pink handprint. 

She whimpered and arched her back. I ran my hand softly over the mark I had just made. “I love seeing your skin turn pink under my hand.” She hummed her approval. 

I slide my fingers around her body and touched her sex. She was getting wet and moved her body against my hand. 

“Don’t move.” I tugged on her hair with my other hand. “I said don’t move, little one. What do you say to me?” I waited.

 “Yes sir,” her voice was small and quiet. It reminded me of when she first talked to me after I bought her. I spoke with authority and she complied in a very shy and mousy way. I liked that. I liked the smart mouth, argumentative and independent Norah too. But I really liked to corrupt the shy, mousy and quiet Norah. 

I shoved two fingers inside her and then pulled them back out again. I did that several times. Her head lowered and raised again. I knew she was struggling not to make noise. I liked watching her struggle. I moved my hands around to her mouth.

“Suck on my fingers,” I said. I pushed the 2 fingers I had inside her in her mouth. She accepted. I took my hand away and moved to my back.

“Spread your legs, Norah.” She moved her legs apart and I slid myself between them. I grabbed her hips and pressed my mouth into her wet hotness. 

She moaned and arched her back briefly letting go of the head board. I took my mouth away from her and slapped her ass. 

“Put your hands back on the head board and don’t move again. Do you understand?” I asked. 

“Yes sir,” she moaned. 

“You may moan. You know I like to hear you moan, little one.” I put my mouth back where it was and she moaned again. I smiled against her pussy because I loved to hear her make her sex noises. 

Her thighs parted a little wider giving me more room to move. I let the tip of my tongue slide over the bottom of her slit to the hard clit at the top in a slow but steady motion.  She gasped and hummed as her hips rocked against my lips. I used my fingers to spread her wider and inserted my tongue inside her.

 She shivered as I pressed my thumb against her clit and fucked her with my tongue. 

I felt the tiny little muscles in her pussy contract and knew she was about to come. I licked her again from top to bottom. Then breathed against her. 

“Let it out, little one. Come for me.” I ran my hand over her again and sucked on her clit while she moaned and almost tried to pull herself away from me. When she was done I kissed her inner thighs and moved my body from underneath her. 

“Don’t move until I tell you.” I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and wiped my mouth. I looked down at my cock and it was hard as a rock. I wanted to stroke it a few times but I knew if I did I would come. 

I walked out to the bedroom and to my delight she hadn’t moved. 

“Release your hands and lay on your back, but keep your legs spread open.” Again she did as I demanded. I crawled on the end of the bed and moved closer to her. Her eyes were closed. 

“Look at me,” I said. I was trying to be a little softer but still firm. Her eyes opened and she titled her head to me.

“Are you scared, Norah?” She didn’t answer right away. “Because your legs are shaking?” She cleared her throat and spoke. 

“I’m a little nervous,” she whispered. I touched her knees and spread legs apart. 

“Don’t be.” She nodded at me but I wasn’t sure she actually believed me. “Put your hands over your head.” She took a deep breath and did as I asked. “I’m not going to restrain you, Norah, but don’t move your hands.” She nodded in agreement. I was about to smack her ass for not saying ‘sir’ when she answered correctly. 

“Yes sir,” she whispered. I smiled. 

“That’s my good girl,” I said. I knew she wanted to roll her eyes but didn’t dare. 

I knelt between her legs and rubbed the head of my cock against her wetness. She wasn’t looking at me anymore but after my third pass over her clit her eyes connected with mine. 

“Impatient?” I asked. She didn’t say anything. “I like making you want me. I savor your impatience.” I smiled and she looked away again. “Keep your eyes on me, please.” She looked back as I thrusted myself inside her. 

She arched her back and I grabbed her knees and thrust inside her again. I leaned down and held her arms against the bed as I kept moving against her. 

I said I wouldn’t restrain her but I couldn’t help but hold her down. I liked holding her down and pressing myself against her. I moved her arms closer together and grasped both of her wrists in one of my hands. With my other hand I grabbed her leg and pulled it up so her knee met her chin. 

My wife was extremely flexible and it benefited me in the bedroom tremendously. I loved watching her do yoga because it gave me ideas on how to bend her body. 

She started to hum and pant in my ear and I sucked on her neck. I moved my hand down her arms as I moved my mouth down to her nipple. I sucked so hard I heard her cry out in pain. But it didn’t make me let up. I licked and sucked on the other breast too and kept moving myself against her. 

I raised my head to see her face and she locked eyes on me like I had asked. 

“Did I hurt you?” I panted. 

“Yes sir,” she panted back. 

“Good,” I said confidently. “You feel so fucking good. I love this pussy. This pussy is fucking golden and it belongs to me,” I kept moving harder and harder. Then with one swift motion I released her arms and leg and pulled out. I rolled so she was on top of me and kissed her hard. 

I shoved my tongue in her mouth and she opened. I pressed my hands against the side of her head and kissed her so hard our teeth scraped against each other.

 I pulled her away and gave her a look to tell her I wanted to eat her alive. 

“Sit on me and ride my cock now!” I let her head go and she raised herself up. She came down on top of me hard. I knew her force was partly because I was being so forceful but I didn’t care. I like it. “Fuck me, Norah! Fuck me hard!” 

She raised herself up and slammed down on me again and again. Her knees were bent at my sides and she used her strength to move herself up and down on me. I griped her hips and helped her move. 

“That’s it…..Yes….” I panted. I watched her eyes and she looked happy that she was in control. I leaned up and clutched the back of her head and gave her another forceful kiss. 

She continued to bounce on my dick as I moved my hands over her body. 

“Liam,” she panted, “I’m gonna come again,” I love to hear her talk dirty while I was inside her. 

“Do I feel good inside you, little one?” I asked. 

“Yes,” she panted. Her thighs clenched together and she closed her eyes. I kept moving against her slowly. 

“You like it when I fuck you hard and take control, don’t you?” I asked again.  “Yes,” she said. I made her look at me. 

“You needed this as much as I did, didn’t you?” I knew the answer but I asked anyway. 

“Yes,” she said. I kissed her again. 

“Move over to the end of the bed and bend over,” I kissed her again. She slowed her movements and slid off of me. She moved to the end of the bed and laid across the end with her ass in the air. I moved behind her and smacked her hard and fast four times. 

“This ass is mine,” I said. I spread her cheeks and pressed my thumb against her. She raised her head and started to protest. I pushed her head back against the bed and held her in place. I slid my other hand over her soaked pussy and moved the wetness to her ass. 

“I’m already about to come, I’ve been about to explode since your mouth was on me, this won’t take long,” I said. I placed my tip at her entrance. She pushed against my hand on her head and I moved to her neck and pressed her down again. “I’ll be fast, I promise. I just need to fuck this ass again.” And with that I pushed myself inside her. 

She clenched her eyes shut and I heard her whimper. I released her neck and she raised her head. She moved so she was supporting herself on her elbows. I moved in and out of her ass in a steady motion. 

“Fuck, Norah! I shouldn’t have waited so long. I forgot how good this is,” I gasped. I griped her hips and moved in and out a few more times. “I’m coming, baby! I’m coming.” Then I clasped on top of her. Our noses were almost touching and she rolled her head in the other direction. 

She was angry. I lifted myself up and slowly pulled out of her. I walked to the bathroom and turned back to look at her and she was still lying there. 

“You can move now, little one. Our game is over.” She stood up and walked to the bathroom with me and started the shower. I used a towel and wiped my face, chest and crotch and then leaned into her neck so I could kiss her.  But instead she pulled away from me. 

“Our game is over?” she asked. I nodded and without hesitation she slapped me in the face. I was in shock and I didn’t know what to say. 

“I’m taking a shower and then I’ll join you in bed.” Her voice sounded like her normal voice. She didn’t sound upset or even look upset. She walked around me and climbed the shower. “If you want to join me, please feel free. The hot water feels good.” 

I didn’t know what game we were playing now but I figured it was in my best interest to join her. So I did.  

We both cleaned ourselves and touched each other inappropriately, like we always had before. We dried each other off and scrambled into bed. If she was angry, the slap was all she needed to vent her anger. 

Chapter Eighteen

Norah 

He was teaching me a lesson. I don’t know what I had done to deserve it, but I knew that was what it was…a lesson. He felt out of control in his current situation. I apparently had made him feel out of control and this impending auction party made him feel out of control too. Maybe he was upset for me not agreeing with him or telling him that if he went to this party I wouldn’t consent.  

I guess I was just thankful he hadn’t had sex with my ass in front of crowd. I knew my husband. This was his way. I let him have his way because I usually like it. While I didn’t completely detest his whole ass fucking episode last night, I was upset that 1) he didn’t let me protest and 2) I had specifically told him to leave my ass alone. 

I stood at the island in the kitchen with my cup of coffee and the breakfast burrito, Rosa had made for me. 

“What’s this?” Liam asked when he made his grand entrance in the kitchen.

 “It’s a burrito,” I replied. 

“Are we in Mexico now?” he never missed an opportunity to be a jackass. 

“No, jackass.” I never missed the opportunity to tell him that he was being a jackass. “It’s something different. It has eggs, chopped peppers, onions, cheese and slices of bacon, all rolled in a warm tortilla.” I slid his plate to him. 

“What’s wrong with putting all of those things on a plate?” he poured himself a cup of coffee. 

“What’s wrong with you trying something new every once in a while?” I asked back. I took a big bite of my burrito and smiled as Rosa came through the kitchen yelling something to Liam in Spanish. I assumed she was telling him if he didn’t like his breakfast, he knew where he could put his breakfast.

 “Norah, my love, I have tried many new things since you came into my life. I have learned about Amazon.com, I now know if you take a picture of me with that phone it goes to a place called Instagram, I’ve learned to think of Florida as an exotic place, and I have even changed my thinking from euros to dollars.” He took a sip from his coffee cup then made a face because he forgot to put the sugar and cream in it. I slid both over to him and he started putting them in his cup. 

“I had adjusted my taste buds to Spanish food, because my housekeepers and most of my staff are all in fact Spanish. Now my housekeeper is adjusting her cooking skills to also include American food, because my wife is in fact American.” He walked around the island and put his arms around me. “I make the most money in the house, I pay for this house and the staff’s salaries and yet my taste buds and culture are never taken into account.” He kissed my neck and then walked back to his side. 

I reached over, opened the fridge and pulled out the hot sauce. As I slid it to him I said, “Mr. Hastings, I think we can both agree that your taste and culture are taken into account in other places.” I tilted my head hoping he understood I wasn’t talking food but about last night.