Bind Me - Page 105

Madison stands uncertain before my desk.

“I can’t wait.” Mom is way too pleased with herself and hangs up before I can tell her to forget it.

“You okay?” Madison asks.

Setting my phone on the desk, I look at her. A flowing black skirt sways around her knees, and a creamy silk button-down shirt hides her breasts. “Better now that you’re here. Close the door.”

Without hesitation, she does as I ask.

“Come here.” I need to work off this tension tying me in knots and only have a little time before lunch to do it. The phone call was necessary, but every part of me aches at having to concede to this.

She walks around my desk to stand beside me. She’s beautiful in her submission and fierce when she takes control. Next time we play, I’ll hand her the reins again, but not today. This boiling cauldron in my gut needs an outlet.

“May I take control?” I meet her blue eyes and something softens in them.

“Always,” she says quietly.

“Take off your underwear.” I reach into my desk drawer and pull out a length of rope.

She drops her panties on the edge of my desk and looks at me expectantly.

“Turn around and put your hands behind your back.”

“I take it the ‘her’ you were referring to is your date to the benefit.” She turns and puts her hands together.

“My mother has found me a date.” I quickly tie them in a double column knot. Spinning her to face me, I run my fingers over the hem of her skirt. “I wouldn’t take someone else if I didn’t feel like it’s necessary.”

She bites her lip and nods.

“Down on your knees.”

She sinks to her knees on the carpet before me as I undo my belt and pants. As I pull my hard cock out, she licks her lips, like she can’t wait to get it in her mouth. Fuck, she’s perfect for us.

I grab the bun she’s wearing today. “I’m going to go hard and fast. You need me to stop”—I pick up a small paperweight off my desk—“drop this.”

“Okay.” She swallows as I put the paperweight in her hand. Her bright eyes search mine. “Use me, Noah.”

When I straighten, I aim my cock toward her mouth and push inside, dragging her head all the way forward by her bun. Her throat tightens around my tip as her nose presses against my abs. “Fuck. Your mouth is so fucking good.”

I pull her back, and she curls her tongue around me as she sucks. I don’t want it nice. Giving this opportunity to my mother will have repercussions for weeks. She’ll want to know if I’ve thought about calling Sara. If I’ve asked her out again. If she’s reached out to me and why haven’t I gotten back to her.

It will be hell, but this woman on her knees before me, sucking my cock like it’s her favorite flavor, makes it worth it.

But right now, I need to use her to get through this. I pull her all the way forward again. Her throat swallows around me, and I hold her there for a few seconds before pulling back.

She inhales around my cock. I look down and meet her watery eyes. She gazes up at me with so much longing and trust. Fuck.

I don’t deserve her trust. I wanted to be the one to take her to the benefit. I wanted to be the one to dine her and make her feel like my fucking girlfriend, not just a woman I like to fuck.

Never lifting my gaze from hers, I fuck her face, going hard into the back of her throat before pulling off and going right back in. She gasps and tears stream down her cheeks. She’s powerless to stop me in this position with her hands tied. But she doesn’t drop the weight.

She can’t press against my thighs to slow down every hard thrust. She can barely balance herself as I take her throat brutally. And she takes everything I have to give her and more. So much more.

My balls tighten as I get close to coming, but I don’t want her to swallow me down.

I jerk her off my cock and kneel before her. Her breathing is as chaotic as my own. Meeting her eyes, I shove my hand under her skirt and thrust three fingers into her weeping cunt. She gasps at the intrusion, but she’s soaking wet and ready for me to fuck her.

“Noah,” she whispers harshly, longing in her eyes. “Fuck me.”