Page 43 of Rogue
His unfailing and unequivocal physical response to me is empowering. Feeling bold and like some sort of sexual goddess, I grind my ass slowly across his groin. His hands cup my breasts as he kisses the back of my neck and I arch into him. “Yes, sir,” I say throatily. “That’s exactly how I want to play.”
His reaction is swift and peremptory. Before I know what’s happened, he’s spun me around and has my hands behind my back, his fingers encircling my wrists with an iron grip. I can feel his fingers at my back, unfastening the bra I changed into when we got back on the boat. He slowly slides it off from under my T-shirt with his other hand, keeping my wrists imprisoned. I can feel my nipples tighten into hard points, poking at the soft fabric of the T-shirt.
“In that case, I’m about to take you somewhere that can’t be stamped on your passport.”
I swallow hard, my pulse racing. I can already feel the moisture gathering between my legs at his words.
“I’m ready. I want to get lost with you,” I whisper.
“Oh, you will, baby,” he says, his voice raspy. “We’re moored here until morning, and we’ve got nothing but time. I’m going to take you into the darkness. I’m going to make you want things you never dreamed of, and then I’m going to make all your dreams a reality. First I’m going to strip away your clothes, and then I’m going to strip away everything else—your sight, your freedom, your inhibitions and your fears, your control, your dignity—everything that encumbers you so that there’s nothing left but sensation, and the needy girl at your core. I want you to get lost in the pleasure. I want you to get lost in me.”
“Yes.” It’s a whispered plea for everything he’s offering, everything he wants to take and everything he wants to give in return.
He abruptly steps back, letting go of my wrists.
“Take off your shorts.”
I do as he says, sliding them provocatively over my hips. It’s surprisingly easy to play the sex siren with him.
“Pull up your shirt; expose your breasts to me.” His no-nonsense tone forbids arguing, and I find myself pulling my shirt up over my breasts. I’m about to pull it all the way off, but he stops me. “Leave it right there.”
I look at him with confusion. “Why?”
He silences me with a finger on my lips and a stern look. “Be quiet. Don’t talk. Don’t question. Don’t think or protest. Simply do as your told. And experience every sensation as it comes. Do you understand?”
I nod.
“Good. Pull your panties down, just to midthigh, that’s right. You know why not all the way off?”
I shake my head.
“Because it reminds you that your panties are down.” His wicked smile sends shivers down my spine…the good kind. “Now get on your knees and suck me.”
Oh God. Why the hell is this so fucking hot? I drop to my knees and pull his shorts down slowly. His cock, ramrod straight and pulsing, springs out. I grab the base of it with my hand as I deliberately swipe my tongue around the broad head of his shaft. I love the taste of him, like salt and earth.
“No hands,” he barks. “Keep them behind your back, or I’ll tie them there.”
I do as he says, clasping my fingers together behind my back as I take him in my mouth again. It’s harder without using my hands. I feel off balance and slightly out of control, which I’m sure is exactly how he wants me to feel. Without being able to hold his cock still with my hand as I lick him, I have to either keep him in my mouth or chase his cock with my mouth like a puppy chasing its tail. I choose holding him in my mouth, sucking on his cock so I don’t lose it as I take him deeper. He groans and cups his hand around the back of my head gently. He lets me suck and lick and bob up and down on his cock at my own pace until he can’t stand it anymore. Then, with the pressure of his hand on the back of my head guiding me, he sets the pace and rhythm, thrusting in and out of my open and willing mouth, all the way to the back of my throat and out again, over and over, making it crystal clear he owns my mouth as surely as he owns the rest of me. Like before, when he forced me to take him so deeply I gagged, I’m turned on by the way he pushes my limits with careful and deliberate ruthlessness, and I willingly relinquish my mouth—even my breath—to him, trusting him not to push me too far or for too long.
“Look at me.” The command is soft but forceful. With my mouth filled with his cock, I look up at him, and he holds my gaze as he slowly fucks my mouth. It’s profoundly intimate, and I swear I can see a glimpse of his soul through those deep brown eyes so dark with desire. Desire for me.
The unmistakable whine of a small airplane overhead distracts me, and I’m suddenly excruciatingly aware of the fact that I’m kneeling naked on a boat, where anyone passing by in a boat, or overhead in a plane, could see me. I abruptly release his cock and instinctively cover my breasts.
He frowns at me and stares pointedly at my arms, and I begrudgingly lower them.
“Forget the rest of the world, baby. It’s only you and me.”
“But people might see us,” I protest.
“It’s unlikely. We’re hidden from view by the tarp and the cabin.” His practical tone doesn’t reassure me.
I try to focus on his cock, which is impressively erect and still wet with my saliva, but now that the real world has encroached and reminded me it’s there, I can’t help casting furtive glances around us to see if anyone is nearby.
Noah steps back abruptly, pulling his cock from my mouth and lifting me to my feet.
“Whether anyone can see you or not shouldn’t be your concern,” he says brusquely. “Right now, you exist for my pleasure, and if I want to show you off, I will.”
Grabbing a length of nylon rope in one hand and my hair in the other, he firmly drags me over to the mast and pushes me none too gently against it so my back is pressed against the cold metal. He yanks off my shirt and my underwear so I’m completely naked, and then begins lashing me to the mast with the rope. Within seconds, my wrists are bound to the pole above me and he’s winding the rope around my breasts, waist, and hips in some intricate pattern only he knows. The feel of the rope sliding against my skin is oddly erotic, waking my nerve endings and raising goose bumps of pleasure.
