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Noah continued to press her against the wall, trapping her with his body as he let out a deep sigh. His fingers brushed over the short waves of her hair as he tucked an errant strand behind her ears. “I think this is what you need, Lexi. A reminder that I’ll always take care of you and keep you safe.”
The safest place I feel is with you .
Noah's voice was soft and controlled as he continued speaking, “I can think of no better way to remind you than with my hand warming that pretty ass of yours.” He ran his hand firmly across one cheek before dipping down and shifting his grip, squeezing it lightly in warning. “It's a good start for the evening’s events.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, sweet pea.” Noah brushed his lips over hers ever so lightly. Lexi moaned and tipped her head toward him for another taste of his lips. “You woke the beast, now you’ll feed the beast.”
“Lead the way, Sir. I am yours afterall,” she reminded him, holding her index finger up to show off the fresh tattoo of the scripted N .
For a brief moment, Lexi thought she saw a glimmer of amusement in his gaze. Brushing it off, she took his outstretched hand, and he tugged gently, silently urging her to follow him. She carefully stepped behind him as he led her around the side of the building to the entrance.
Noah led her in the opposite direction than their usual route when visiting Surrender, purposefully dodging their friends. Normally they were quite the exhibitionists, but Noah's actions made it clear, he wanted her all to himself.
She was content to let him lead.
“Follow me,” he whispered, tugging her hand and guiding her into the elevator. Stopping in front of the closed doors, he leaned in, gaze intense and unwavering even in his brief hesitation. He pressed his lips against Lexi's, a fission of electricity sizzled down her spine. Sighing against his lips, she sagged against him, trying to pour her emotions from her mouth to his.
The kiss lingered, both feeling the weight of their unspoken words. It was a moment of vulnerability and honesty, communicating their unsaid emotion through touch.
Lexi pulled back to breathe and Noah rested his forehead against hers. The elevator dinged before either of them could speak.
Once the doors opened, Noah guided Lexi away from the main hall, his hand firmly on her back as they walked toward the private rooms. It was easy to get lost in the low murmurs of conversation and music that echoed through the club, but she kept her focus solely on him.
Lexi was confused when they stopped at a door further away than the one they usually used. Noah produced a key and unlocked it. Turning the knob, he pushed it open and stepped aside, letting her pass first. A thrill of anticipation coursed through her body as she took in the sight before them.
The room was small but cozy with several pieces of furniture in various stages of completion strewn around; an area rug covered most of the floor, a massage table and two chairs against one wall, and an armoire filled with all sorts of custom-crafted wooden toys and implements along another wall. Wes' work was made with care, down to the very last detail.
It was the large piece of furniture in the center of the room that caught her attention most of all: the St. Andrew's Cross. This one had more than four points of restraint. It also came equipped with a pulley mechanism into the framework, creating a system that had no yield, leaving the submissive at the total mercy of their Dominant.
Gazing around the room, Lexi anxiously bit her bottom lip. She knew exactly where they were, a thrill ran through her and her skin heated with need. She held back from touching anything until Noah gave her permission.
Being allowed in Wes' work room at the club was a privilege that was hard to attain.
Breathlessly, Lexi watched as Noah moved around the room. He stepped forward and moved some objects around while humming something under his breath.
“Completely at my mercy,” he said casually without looking up. “No one will be able to bother us here.” He looked up at her lovingly before continuing, “Now be a good girl and undress for me, sweet pea.”
Lexi shivered in exhilaration, she could feel warmth prickle across her skin as she peeled off her skirt, then blouse with slow care until she stood barefoot in her lacy panty set in front of Noah. His gaze raked over every inch of her body like he was memorizing it all.
She clenched her thighs, her pussy was swollen and needy. She was already aching for him to touch her. The temptation to beg was on the tip of her tongue. But good girls—even ones who wanted a rise out of their Dom—didn't beg, it only made the torment worse.
Noah’s hands ran up and down her sides, the tips of his fingers warm against her skin. Lexi's eyes fluttered closed, and her head lulled forward, humming softly at his warming touch.
She found herself caught up in Noah's movements, his hands roamed her back and led her toward the center of the room. Her eyes opened wide when she realized their destination. He was taking her to the St. Andrews Cross.
Noah turned her around until she faced the piece of furniture, then wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her backward until she was pressed against his chest. His full lips ran across the nape of her neck, sending chills down her spine as he whispered in a gravelly voice, “There’s nowhere to hide tonight, Lex.”
She huffed, her eyes turning heavenward. She shot him a frustrated look, but he ignored her, brushing her hair from her face. He gripped her chin and forced her to look at him, leaving her unable to hide. She wasn't shying away this time. “You're everything I've ever wanted. That I've ever needed . You're mine, sweet pea, and I plan on worshiping every inch of you.” He brought his lips close to hers. “My way.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered reverently. Her skin prickled with desire, the need to touch him sparked to life. She needed more of his touch, his command. Just more of him, period.
“I want you to scream my name out over and over again.” His tone was a warning, the devious spark in his eyes signaled her rough loving boyfriend was replaced with her no-nonsense dominant. “I love it when you beg. You go from good girl to needy whore with one flick of my tongue.”
“Fuck.” Lexi sucked in a sharp breath at the implication of his words, the thoughts he brought to life pulled her deeper into the fantasy he created with his words.
“Meanie,” Lexi whispered, then rewarded his teasing with a petulant pout.
