What He Hides (What He Wants, Book Seven) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) (5 page)

I got down on my knees.
 

“No.”
 
He shook his head and pointed to the bench.
 

I started to stand up, but he stopped me
again.

“No,” he said.
 
“Crawl.”

I crawled over to the bench.
 
The bench was hardwood, with no plush covering,
and my knees screamed in protest as I crawled on top of it, kneeling and bent
over, my ass in the air.

Noah leaned down and pulled up the back
of my dress, so that my backside was exposed to him.
 
The tiny thong I was wearing would offer no protection.

He crossed in front of me to the gold
wardrobe.
 
He reached inside and
pulled out what looked like a paddle.
 
He stood behind me and ran the paddle over my bare ass.

The wood was smooth and hard against my
skin and I felt my pussy start to get wet.

“Charlotte,” he said.
 
“Do you understand how important trust
is in the sub/dom relationship?”

“Yes,” I said.

He pulled the paddle back and slapped it
against my ass.
 
A burning
sensation ripped through my skin, more painful than anything he’d done to me in
the past.
 

I bit my lip to keep from crying
out
as my pussy got wetter.

“You like that, don’t you?” Noah
demanded.

“Yes,” I moaned.
 
His fingers reached down and slid into
my pussy.
 

“You’re getting wet already, aren’t you,
Charlotte?”

“Yes,” I moaned.
 
“Yes, I am.”

“You were very argumentative today,
Charlotte.
 
You like when I punish
you for that, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I like when you punish me.”

The paddle slapped against my ass again,
pain and pleasure vibrating through my body in waves.
 

Thwack.
 

Thwack.
 

Thwack.

Three more strokes of the paddle hit my
ass, each one harder than the last.
 
Noah slid another finger inside of me, spreading me around him.

“God, you are wet,” he said.
 

I forced myself to stay still, enjoying
the feel of his fingers moving in and out of me, faster and faster.
 
I tried to stay quiet, but I
couldn’t.
 
It felt too good, the
paddle on my ass while he finger fucked me.
 
A soft moan escaped my lips.

“I want to come,” I pleaded, hearing the
desperation lacing through my voice.
 
I couldn’t believe I was going to come already.
 
I’d been turned on even before he’d
made me kneel, even before he’d started spanking me.
 
I’d been turned on by him owning me, by
signing that contract
, by knowing he had control over every part of me.

“No,” he said, and pulled completely
away.

I looked over my shoulder, trying to see
where he was, where he was going, but he grabbed the back of my head, turned it
away from him so that I was facing back toward the wall.

I heard his footsteps moving across the
concrete floor, followed by the flick of the light switch.
 
The room plunged into darkness, and
panic rose in my chest.
 
For a
moment, all I could hear was the sound of my own heavy breathing, my own blood
pumping through my veins.

But now that the light was off, the
sounds coming from the main room began to seem somehow amplified.
 
The moans of the
women.
 
The whooshing sounds
of whips cutting through the air.
 
The clink of chins.
 
The jeering of the men.
 
And the music, soft, but with such a
strong beat I could feel it reverberating in my chest.

After a moment, I felt Noah’s hands on my
hips, pulling me roughly back toward him.
 
And then, with no warning, I felt the head of his cock plunging into my
pussy.
 
I groaned as he began
fucking me, hard and fast, without any warm up.
 
I couldn’t see anything, could just feel the hard bench
beneath my knees, the feel of Noah’s cock inside of me.

His hands held onto my ass as he fucked
me, in and out, harder and faster.
 

After a moment, he reached down and
pulled me off the bench, shoving me onto the floor.
 
His hand found the back of my neck, pushed me down so that
my cheek was pressed against the hard concrete floor.
 
I could feel the grit of dirt against the side of my face.
 
Noah’s hand was tight on my neck, his
fingers wrapped around me, almost grabbing at my throat as he fucked me.

I could feel his balls slapping against
my bare pussy.
 
He hadn’t even
taken his pants off, had just pulled his cock out, and I could feel the cool
metal of his belt buckle pushing against me with every stroke.

One of his hands was still wrapped around
my throat, and the other was on one of my ass cheeks, spreading me open with
each thrust.
 
He’d abandoned the
paddle and now he was using his hand, spanking me hard every time he slid into
me.

Finally, he stopped spanking me and
leaned down so that his full weight was on my body.
 
He used his hand to pull my hair, yanking my head back so
that his mouth was right against mine.

“Do you know what happens when you don’t
trust me, Charlotte?” he growled.

“I get punished,” I whimpered.
 
His finger slipped into my mouth and I
sucked it hungrily.

“Yes,” he said.
 
“You get punished.”
 
He reached down and pulled at the front of my dress, yanking it down so
he could get at my tits.
 
I heard
the ripping of the fabric as he pulled on it, tearing it off of me.
 
His fingers grabbed my nipple and
squeezed so hard I yelped.

I was going to have bruises all over my
body tomorrow, and the thought of it excited me.
 
I pushed back against him, but he held me still.

“No,” he said.
 
“Stop.”

He stayed completely still for a moment,
his hand tightening around my throat until my breath came in short gasps.
 
That, coupled with the darkness of the
room, made me have a slight moment of panic, but just when it was about to be
too much, he pulled his hand away and continued his assault.

He fucked me even harder and faster than
before.

“I’m going to come inside you now,” he
said.
 
“Beg me.”

“Please,” I said.
 
“Please, come inside me.
 
I want to feel it.”

“Come on my dick, baby,” he said.
 
“Come on me.”

The words sent spasms of pleasure through
my pussy, and I came hard and fast. A second later, I felt him erupt, his seed
shooting inside of me and warming my center.
 

He collapsed on top of me again, crushing
his body into mine and breathing hard for a moment before he finally stood up.

I got back up onto my knees, trying to
slow my own breathing.

The light flicked back on, and I blinked
as my eyes adjusted.

Noah had already buttoned his pants, and
he reached down and picked up his sweater and pulled it over his head.

 
“Get dressed,” he said.
 
His voice was cold, his tone hard.
 
I wanted to tell him I
was
dressed, that I’d never gotten
undressed, that he’d just pushed me over a bench and then shoved me onto the
floor and fucked me.

But I had a feeling that wouldn’t go over
well.

So I stood up and pulled my dress back
down over my hips.
 
Noah had torn
the top of my dress, and the fabric over my nipples hung down, exposing half of
my breasts.
 
“My dress is ruined,”
I said, laughing a little.

He glanced at me and then looked away.

A feeling of uncertainty rose up inside
of me.
 
Was he still in control
mode?
 
Was he going to fuck me
again, order me around,
tell
me what to do?
 
Usually, after we’d had sex, he’d been
soft with me.
 
Or at least, he’d
never been this withdrawn.

Noah reached down and picked the paddle
up off the floor, brought it over to the wardrobe in the corner and replaced it
on its hook.

That was the other thing – he’d had
all these toys in that closet, and he’d hardly used any of them.
 
We’d come to Force to push the
limits.
 
And while he’d been rough
with me, rougher than we’d ever been, he hadn’t taken his time with me or
pushed the boundaries of our trust.
 
It felt like he’d really been using me, but not in the way I wanted, not
in a way that would bring us closer.
 
For the first time ever, I began to feel a real shame about what we’d
done.

“Did I…. did I do something wrong?” I
asked softly.

Noah turned around, his eyes locking on
mine.
 
“Why would you ask me that?”

“I don’t know,” I said, twisting my hands
together. “You seem like maybe you’re mad at me.”

“And why would I be mad at you?”

“Stop replying to my questions with
questions.”

His jaw set in anger.
 
“Then don’t ask me questions you
already know the answer to.”

I shook my head, confused.
 
“I’m confused,” I said.
 
“I thought we came here to explore our
relationship further, so you could push me, so we could get closer and explore.”

“Is that why you came here, Charlotte?”
he asked.
 
“Really, is it?” He
spoke at a low volume.
 
But his
tone was hard, disconnected.

I didn’t like the way he was speaking to
me, and that, coupled with the weirdness I’d felt after he’d finished fucking
me, caused anxiety to bloom in my chest.

“Yes,” I said.
 
“That is why I came here.”

“You’re lying.”

“What?”
 
I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry.

He crossed the room, picked up our
contract and began to page through it.
 
“You’re lying,” he said simply.
 

I thought about refuting it.
 
“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the fact that you
didn’t want to go to your stepfather’s party tonight, after you told me how
much it meant to you.”

“I never said that party meant a lot to
me.
 
You said that.”

“Please, Charlotte,” he said.
 
“Semantics.”

I shook my head.
 
“I don’t know what you’re talking
about.”

“I’m talking about the fact that you’re
hiding something from me.”
 
He
refused to look at me, his eyes scanning the clauses of our contract as he
flipped slowly through the pages.

“I don’t… if you think I’m hiding
something from you, then why did you bring me here?”
 
My voice was quivering, and a lump rose in my throat.
 
So that was why he hadn’t pushed me,
why he hadn’t done any of the thousands of things he could have done.
 
He thought I didn’t trust him, thought
I had some kind of ulterior motive for coming here.
  

You don’t trust him.
 
And you do have an ulterior motive.

Still.
 
He’d brought me to Force, he’d fucked me,
he’d
acted like everything was okay.
 
When the truth was, the whole time he was getting upset with me for not
trusting him,
he
also didn’t trust
me.

“Why did you bring me here?” I repeated.
I wasn’t going to cry in front of him.
 
I wasn’t going to let him know how much he was hurting me.

“Because I wanted to give you a chance,”
he said.
 
“To prove to me that you
were taking this seriously.”

“That I was taking this seriously?” I
said, anger flaring in my body.
 
“What about you?”

“Me?”
 
he
said, his voice cool and
controlled.

“Yes.
 
You keep talking about the whole trust thing, how it’s so
important in a relationship.”