Page 24 of Hard Rock Tease
His eyes flashed with a dark heat.
"Follow me."
Chapter Nine
Ituggedthe hem of my dress down my hips and pulled my panties back into place as I climbed off Noah's lap. My limbs were still trembling. Noah stood and pulled me against his side, guiding me through the living room and down a hallway.
My mind was still in a daze, still clouded over with lingering arousal.
Noah Fucking Hart had fingered me in his living room.
The thought made me clench around nothing. I mourned the loss of his strong, rough-skinned fingers inside me. The thought of being filled with something even bigger, even harder, threatened to make my knees fall out from under me.
The sexual tension had been simmering between us from the very beginning. I should have known eventually things would lead to this point. All my resolve to keep things professional went out the window the moment he laid his hands on me.
And now Noah was taking me deep into his apartment, down a dark hallway, to a room with a closed door, where he was going to punish me.
My insides quivered, not knowing whether to be scared or aroused, or both.
"Is this the part where you take me to your secret BDSM dungeon?" I said playfully, trying to ease the heavy silence.
Noah shot me a look. "Are you so eager to get flogged and whipped? Because I'd love to turn those sweet ass cheeks of yours bright red."
I flushed and stammered. I should have known better than to try play games with him.
He stroked a hand down my back and cupped my ass. "No. I'm not into that shit."
"Then what—"
"Naughty girls don't get to ask about their punishment. They just take it."
My breathing went shallow, still aroused despite having just been brought to orgasm by Noah's talented fingers.
He opened a door and pulled me inside.
It was a bedroom. I was surprised at how mundane it looked. No BDSM playroom. There was a king sized bed with a navy bedspread, a chest of drawers, and a tall mirror hanging on one wall. The kind of austerity I expected from Noah. Very different from the coziness of his living room.
"This is it?" I asked.
"You sound disappointed."
"I thought you were going to punish me." I threw him a bold look. "I've been naughty, haven't I?"
Noah advanced slowly, a dark smirk on his lips. "Are you doubting whether I can make you beg without any clichéd toys?"
I took small steps backwards until my legs hit the bed. "Is that what you're planning on doing? Making me beg for mercy?"
Noah kept walking forward, until he was inches away from me. "You're not going to beg for mercy."
He was too close. I lost my balance and tumbled backwards onto the bed.
"What exactly am I going to be begging for, then?"
Noah crawled on top of me, pressing down with his full weight. I felt his hardness against my stomach. My heart began beating faster.
"You're going to beg me to fuck you. You're going to beg for my cock. I'm going to make you wait until you're wet and aching and dying for me to fuck you."
I shuddered beneath him, my panties already soaked at those words.
