Page 20 of Noelle's Secret Admirer

Once she was settled on my bed, I reached into the drawer of my nightstand and pulled out a few bundles of rope. Noelle raised her eyebrows and a small smirk came over her face. “You want to tie me up?”

“I do.”

“Is this something you do often?”

“Not anymore, but I studied it for a few years and I still practice by creating harnesses and knots on myself. I would keep you safe and I always have these handy.” Her eyes traveled to the pair of shears I pulled out and laid on the bed. “We don’t need to do this now. In fact, I’d rather you think about it and learn some more before we do. I just want to know if it’s something you would be open to someday.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I will think about it. I like the idea of it, and if it’s important to you, then I’d like to learn more before making a decision.”

I pushed aside the rope and crawled onto the bed next to her. A soft laugh escaped her again as I covered my body with hers, pulling away the last of her clothes. “Now that we have that out of the way, let’s get back to what we started.”

“We? I didn’t start anything. I just brought my… I mean you. I just brought you lunch.”

As I looked into her eyes, the slightest glint of fear shone. “I am yours, Elfie. I always have been and I always will be.”

Clothes disappeared faster than I could have imagined, and my sweet girl lowered herself on my hardened cock. The feel of her around me was something I’d never get enough of. I reached into the drawer I had left open and pulled out a small wand while she rocked steadily back and forth, raising her hips slightly and taking from me what she needed. Her eyes went wide when I twisted the bottom of the wand and the buzzing sound echoed between us. I ran it over her nipples and down her center until I settled it on her clit.

“Oh fuck, Max… yes… that’s perfect.”

Her voice was breathy and desperate, and the sound was something that would forever be ingrained on my soul. I caught one of her breasts in my mouth and sucked hard on her nipple as she panted and groaned until finally I felt her walls clench down around me. Her back arched and my mind went blank. The only thought that was left was how fucking amazingly beautiful my woman was.

My cock exploded, and as I thrust up, emptying myself into her. I couldn’t help but hope that someday soon she would be off the damn birth control that kept me from leaving her with a piece of me. A child between us that would be the beginning of our very own family.

Later that day, my phone was buzzing with incessant messages from my family, thanks to Kane’s loose tongue.

Mom: Just tell me if I need to set another place setting for Christmas Eve.

Maxwell: No need Ma.

Mom: But Kane said you’re seeing someone. Wouldn’t it be nice to invite her?

Exasperated, I threw my phone onto the workbench. The fear of my family finding out about Noelle and me was worse than I had imagined.

Rocco, sensing my tension, walked over. “Did you tell them about Noelle yet?” he asked.

I shook my head, frustration seeping into my voice. “No. You saw my brothers. They are all a bunch of assholes. Kane opened his mouth to my mom, and now she won’t stop texting me.”

Rocco shrugged. “You know how she gets around Christmas time. Are you surprised?”

His words struck a nerve. Was I hiding Noelle because I was afraid of what my family might think? Was I treating her as a secret because I feared losing her? A realization dawned on me– I owed Noelle the truth, not just about my feelings but also about my fears.

I decided it was time for an actual conversation with Noelle, one where we laid all our cards on the table.

Maxwell: Hey, do you have some time to talk?

As I hit send, a wave of anxiety washed over me. But amidst the fear, I also felt a glimmer of hope. We had been living in a beautiful lie, but it was time for an even more beautiful truth.

I paced the length of my workshop, my heart pounding in my chest, my mind running through every possible scenario. What if she thought I was overreacting? What if she wanted to keep things as they were? What if she wanted more than I could give? The questions kept coming, each one darker than the last. This was new, and we were moving fast but I needed more.

My phone buzzed on the workbench, and I nearly knocked over a can of paint thinner in my hurry to reach it.

Chapter Nine

Noelle

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