“You’re my slave, and as my slave you’d do what I ask.”
“Close your eyes.”
Noelle closed her eyes as he touched her clit. She cried out, squeezing her pu**y around him. The tightness of her cunt wasn’t lost on her.
“Fuck. Do that again.”
She squeezed her pu**y and he fingered her clit. She watched him lick his fingers and move back to her pu**y.
Their pace sped up as the pleasure intensified.
“That’s it. I’m going to come, baby. Take me harder. I’m not going to spunk inside you until you grip me and I feel your cream soaking my dick.”
His naughty words held her captive. He flicked her clit, and she fell apart from his ministrations. With her cl**ax she drove harder down on his cock, the pleasure making her forget about the bit of pain from having him at such an exposed angle. His hands on her h*ps took over everything as he pounded her pu**y.
“Fuck,” he growled. He kicked inside her, and she felt the pulse as jets of his cum shot into her pu**y. Biting her lip, she tried to keep the cry of pleasure.
“Let it go,” he said.
She screamed, collapsing on top of him, their skin coated in a sheen of sweat. Isaac held her through the emotions. Tears blurred her vision. Never had she felt so close to anyone as in the moments of release with Isaac.
“That was amazing,” she said.
“Thank you.”
He held her to him as she gained her breath. She didn’t want to move for fear it would break the connection between them, the connection far greater than the physical.
“I love you, Isaac.” She whispered the words not sure if he could hear them. Last night she hadn’t been sure. Spending the day she’d been able to come to terms with her thoughts and feelings. She knew without any doubt that Isaac owned her heart. What hurt her the most was she didn’t know his last name.
Chapter Sixteen
Three days later
Isaac sat in the bar and watched the gorgeous blonde eyeing him up. She’d been eating him for a good hour during his dinner reservations with a potential client. He’d bagged the case and would be flying back home soon. Staying for the week was what he’d chosen to do to avoid meeting Noelle. Their last visit had turned into something more than two people f**king. She was starting to mean more to him, and he couldn’t accept that.
Rubbing his chest, he drank the scotch down in one shot. Brad refused his phone calls, and Clark kept phoning him at every moment. He needed to have a clean break from Noelle. The words she’d whispered on their last night together kept playing inside his mind. She was twenty years younger than he and had her whole life ahead of her. She didn’t need to be marred by his reputation.
He took a long drink of his scotch and waited for the blonde to make her move. They always assessed him before moving in. Glancing down at his watch he gave her less than five minutes to make her way over. Staring down at his glass, he signalled the barman for a refill. The moment the man had finished filling his glass, the blonde sat down in the opposite seat.
“Is this seat taken?” she asked with the same old lines.
“Not anymore,” he said. Boredom hit him square between the eyes. He stared at her for several moments. Her face was perfectly made up without a single smudge or smear on her. She had blonde, straight hair, which emphasised her features and flawless skin. The gown she wore dipped down to the waist showing she wore no bra and revealing much of her br**sts. All he would need to do was reach out and slip his hand inside her dress to feel the weight of her tits.
Instead, he turned back to his drink, which held more appeal.
“You look lonely,” she said.
“And I guess you want to help me with that?” Noelle wouldn’t do anything like this. He knew that while he was away she would be counting the days until she next saw him. On the other hand, he was sitting in a bar considering taking a woman up to his room and f**king the life out of her to rid himself of the feelings Noelle evoked within him.
“You won’t be disappointed.”
“No? Then I guess I better finish my drink, and we should go on up to my room.” He flung back the rest of his glass, swallowing it down in one large gulp. Isaac wanted the fire and burn to let him know he was alive. Pulling out his wallet, he passed the barman a load of bills and told him to keep the change. Grabbing the woman’s hand, he led her over to the elevator.
People walked around the foyer, but when he and the woman got inside the cart no one was there. The moment the doors closed, Isaac pinned the nameless woman against the wall as he plundered her mouth. She raised her hands above her head pressing her chest against him. The thinness of her body was distracting him. He felt all of her bones and ribs. The body he touched wasn’t Noelle. Pushing thoughts of her aside, he captured the woman’s lips and kissed down to her neck. Her br**sts were small and didn’t fill his hands, and the bones of her h*ps weren’t turning him on. As quickly as his arousal had come the feel of her body was turning him off. The bell to say the elevator stopped came, and then the doors opened giving him the fresh air he needed. The scent of her perfume was making him feel nauseous.
They passed several couples, but he didn’t stop to make small talk. He got to his room, pushed the key card in and pulled her into the room. Without talking, he pinned her against the wall and kissed her. Closing his eyes he tried to picture Noelle. If he had to think about her to get hard then that is what he would do. Pulling the dress down off her shoulders he filled his hands with the weight of her tits, which wasn’t much.
“Slow down,” she said.
“Shut up, and don’t talk.”
She moaned, which only grated on his nerves.
You shouldn’t be doing this, Isaac.
Shaking his head he moved her to the bedroom. She removed the last of her clothes, and he saw she wasn’t wearing any underwear. The moment he looked at her, a vision of Noelle pinned against the door entered his mind. She had worn panties, and the need to be inside her had consumed him.
Forcing her to the back of his mind, he took the stranger’s lips once again, intent to lose himself in the f**k. She began unbuckling his belt and pulling down his trousers.
Don’t think. Don’t think. Don’t think.
He watched her pull his trousers down and go for the waist band of his pants.
“I love you, Isaac.” Noelle’s face and beautiful smile came to him, the vision of the pain on her face as he took her virginity.
What are you doing, Isaac? You took her innocence, and now you’re about to have useless sex with a woman you don’t care about and whose name you don’t know. You’re just like your father.