Chapter 40: Who Wins?

My tone must have finally made it through his thick skull because his eyes snapped to me and pinned me to the seat. For a brief moment, the words: "don't poke the bear" passed through my mind and stilled in fear. But, I pushed it away, unwilling to let it stop me.

"Oh, you're ready for me? For what I need?" He asked in a low tone.

The gravelly sound gave me chills and made my body tighten.

"Yes," I whispered breathlessly.

His hand moved down to my neck, his fingers wrapping around it gently. He flexed his fingers a bit, not enough to actually hurt, but enough I knew the strength of his grip. I swallowed hard several times, trying to get moisture back into my suddenly dry mouth. His eyes still bore into mine, but there was no conflicting emotion, just a sudden sense of purpose as if he knew exactly what he was going to do.

"What is your safe word, little one?" He asked gently.

"Red, Sir," I murmured to him, my throat still refusing to put words together properly.

"Good girl," he purred back with a wicked smile.

Was this it? Was I about to become his sub and lose my virginity? What did he have in mind? What was he going to do to me? Why did it turn me on that I didn't know and didn't care?

The safe, sane part of me panicked a bit. This was in no way normal. This was not how a good girl usually loses her virginity. What would people think? What would they say? Did I really care that much? The questions raced through my head too fast for me to center on one to answer them. And certainly not slow enough for me to voice it. Not to mention I was scared to death that if I showed a moment of hesitation, he would see it as me not being ready and stop. I feared that the most. The rest would sort itself out.

"You will use it when something becomes too much for you. Do you understand me, princess?" He asked.

His stern no argument tone warned of punishment if I didn't obey. I swallowed hard and nodded in agreement, not wanting to risk punishment.

"No, little one. Use your words. Let me hear your sweet voice," Noah told me gently.

"Yes, Sir," I replied promptly.

"Good girl," he praised me once more.

I opened my mouth to reply with a sweet, dutiful: Thank you, Sir. But my words were swallowed by his lips as he took mine in a ravenous kiss that spoke volumes for the hunger he was keeping wrapped up inside him. My arms wrapped themselves around his neck, trying to press closer to him. My own body immediately throbbed as the dam of desire burst and flooded forward. His tongue traced the seam of my lips, diving inside my eagerly parted lips. Noah's taste exploded across my tongue, deep, rich, and utterly intoxicating. I whimpered into his mouth, wanting him to give me more, more of what my innocent mind didn't know. All I knew was that I needed more of whatever it was that he was doing to me. Noah growled in response to my hungry silent plea. Apparently, he agreed with whatever I had begged for.

Noah pulled away and looked down at me for a brief moment, then untwined my arms from his neck and pushed me back slightly, so I was kneeling once more in front of him.

Panting, I gave him an uncertain look. Why was he stopping? Did I do something wrong? Had he changed his mind?

"Show me your breasts," he ordered me in a husky voice.

My mind stuttered, and my body froze as my eyes widened in shock at his demand. A flush crept up my skin and spread to my cheeks. It wasn't like he hadn't seen them before. But for some reason, this seemed much more intimate.

I was on my knees, baring myself for him while he stayed fully clothed and watched me. I was naked both physically and mentally without the safety of overwhelming passion or distance to cover the vulnerability that I was feeling.

I looked to him expecting to see impatience or frustration in his gaze, but all I saw was a certainty that I would obey. Despite my fear and concern, Noah believed in me completely. I soaked it in for a moment, allowing myself to feel brave enough to obey. I reached up and pulled the dress straps down. First one side, then the other until they were completely off my arms. The dress had been so tight that a bra was unnecessary, so once I slowly pulled the top down, I was immediately bared to his gaze.

Silence stretched as his eyes seemed to devour my flesh as they slowly slid over every inch of it. I shifted uncomfortably, wishing he would just say something. As well as wondering if he was enjoying the sight or trying to figure out how to delicately ask me to stop.

"Fuck, princess," he finally said. "You're so fucking gorgeous."

I blushed and dropped my gaze to his feet feeling, even more shy. His hand reached out and cupped my chin, tilting my eyes up to his once more.

"Do not look away from me, little one. I want to watch your eyes and face as I give you pleasure," Noah ordered me.

I bit my lip nervously, and his thumb moved to pull it out from under my teeth.

"Only I can bite such a juicy little morsel, babygirl," he joked with a wink.

I giggled, shocked that he could be so sweet and funny at such a serious moment. Noah's lips turned up in an amused smile before his eyes slid from my face back down my body. His hand left my face and trailed a finger down my neck, and cupped my breast softly. I gasped as his warmth spread across my cool skin. He hummed in pleasure and took my free breast in his other hand, massaging and teasing the sensitive flesh. My breasts tingled and swelled in his hands, the foreign sensation taking me by surprise. It felt so unbelievably good that I couldn't stop the moan that slid from my lips.

His eyes were filled with pleasure, desire, and something more I couldn't quite put my finger on, but it sent my heart fluttering.

"So beautiful, so responsive," he murmured.

My hard, aching nipples stabbed the center of his palms. Every movement of his hands sent sparks of pleasure through my body. Tiny gasps and moans dripped from my lips as my back arched of its own accord, trying to relieve a little of the throbbing that his touch was causing.

With a deep, husky chuckle, Noah moved his thumb across the stiff, aching buds gently at first, then harder and harder until a small cry flew from my lips and my head tilted back.

Noah's touch stopped altogether, and my eyes flew back to his face, immediately understanding my mistake. He gave me a small smile and continued playing once more, flicking my sensitive nipples until I thought I would go crazy if he didn't do anything more. As if to stave off insanity, he took my nipples in between his thumb and forefinger. He began lightly pinching, then rolling them ever so slightly one way then the other. I whimpered once more, trying desperately to keep my eyes on him even as the spiking pleasure pushed me to close them and drowned.

"One of these days, princess, we are going to put clamps on those gorgeous nipples of yours and see what you can take," he told me, his eyes sparkling with wicked intent as he squeezed and twisted them just a bit harder.

The warning in his words penetrated the sweet fog that had crowded my mind since he had begun to caress me. Nipple clamps? I had seen them, read about them, but just the thought had always given me a shiver. He really wanted to introduce pain into a moment like this? That sounded positively awful.

"Oh god!" I cried when the sweet pleasure turned into a bite of pain, forcing my mind to center on the touch of his fingers and nothing else.

"I think you will enjoy it, sweet girl," he replied quietly as his eyes searched my face.

The sensations of pain and pleasure were so new, intense, and beautiful that it took all my concentration not to get lost in the feelings.

"You love having your breasts played with, little one, don't you?" Noah asked with a knowing chuckle.

I gave a slight nod and tried to catch my breath, which was suddenly panting out. I saw a look of disapproval the instant before Noah gave one nipple a hard tweak forcing another loud cry from me.

"Last warning, young lady. Use your words," he chastised me sternly.

"Yes, Sir!" I cried as he repeated the hard pinch on the other side.

"Oh, princess, you aren't getting off that easy. Now, you have to say it. Say: Yes, Sir. I love it when you play with my nipples," he ordered me with an evil smile.

A moan of embarrassment and arousal fell from my lips.

"Y-yes, Sir," I started out, but was cut off by another when he tweaked the extra sensitive nubs once more. "I love it...oh god...when you play with my nipples."

My words rushed out in a high squeak as he continued to increase the pressure of his torment. A low devilish chuckle came from in response, but he finally stopped the odd torture.

"Such a good girl for Sir," he praised me with a warm smile

"Th-thank you, Sir," I whispered, feeling the flush of his approval rush through me.

"I want you to play for me, princess. Like you did from your window," he said to me, pulling his hands away.

My eyes widened, and my jaw went slack as I waited for him to finish his instruction. But, there was nothing else.

"Wh-what?" I stuttered out, sure that I had heard him wrong.

He leaned back on the couch and patted the spot next to him.

"Come here, princess," he replied.

Trying to stand with weak knees and in those stupid heels was an impossible feat, and in the end, I just looked towards him with a pitiful look. Unfortunately, Noah's look of mild amusement was no help at all.

I bit my lip slightly until he raised his eyebrow, reminding me that I wasn't supposed to do that. Letting my lip go, I forced my fogged mind to come up with a solution. I reach down to pull off the shoes. If I could just get them off without too many hassles, I would be able to stand easily.

"Did I say take anything off?" Noah's voice interrupted me.

"B-but, Sir, I can't stand," I argued.

Noah smiled in false sympathy. "I knowwww... But you need to ask before you take something off. It's entirely possible that I want you to keep those sexy shoes on. Don't anticipate my desires, little one. You might not always be right, and then you'll get yourself in trouble."