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"Always," he whispered, taking my lips once again.
As I pulled at his shirt, the buttons popped off all over the room. I ran my hands up his chest.
He took off my bra, cupping both of my breasts, and I shivered, not sure what to say to him. He didn't even give me a chance before he took a nipple into his mouth.
"Noah—" I gasped, wrapping my legs around him.
He kissed from the top of my breasts and down my stomach until he reached my panties, peeling them off as he made his way further south.
"Say it," he whispered, his eyes glazed over with lust.
A wicked grin spread across my face as a shiver went down my spine. “Tie. Me. Up. Noah.”
He said nothing, rising off the bed and moving to my side table as I propped myself up on the pillows. Actors technically weren’t supposed to take things from the set, and in the past, I had taken things like pants or dresses. However, Noah took one thing and one thing alone: the red rope.
Watching as he wrapped it around his hand, I felt my chest tighten with anticipation. I bit my lip and sat up on my knees when he looked back over at me. His eyes traveled the length of my body, mapping out exactly how he was going to tie me. Each time we did this, he tied me in a different way, and each time, I found myself wanting more. To go further, to push the boundaries of everything.
“Come,” he said, and I crawled off the bed, kneeling in front him. I stretched my hands out in front me. Gently, he lifted all my hair, tying it up into a messy bun on top of my head, and instead of taking my hands right away, he lifted my chin.
He opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but stopped himself, kissing my forehead.
“Turn around.”
I did as he asked. He pulled my arms back around my back, tying the rope around my wrists twice. My heart race as he worked his way up my arms, weaving and—
“Ahh!” I gasped when he pulled tighter, my back arched fully.
With my arms tied, he circled me, his eyes never looking away from my body as he stopped and tied the rope around my breasts tightly, my nipples erect for him—only him.
“Noah…” I moaned, the pain was nothing in comparison to the pleasure I got when he looked at me like this. Like I was the only woman in the world, his own personal masterpiece. Closing my eyes, I accepted everything, jumping only when I felt the rope move between my thighs.
“Beautiful,” he whispered when he was done.
I was completely under his control, unable to move, unable to think of anything but him, wanting him.
He bit his own lip as his thumb brushed over my nipples. “I’ll never stop being turned on by this.”
“Noah—”
“Say it.”
I couldn’t. I was already melting in his hands, my body hot.
“Baby,” he said as he kissed my jaw, his hand securely on my neck, “I know you want to. Don’t torture me. Say it.”
“W—whip … me.” My voice trembled, not out of fear—no, fuck, I wanted it. “Whip me.”
Kissing my lips hard, he got up and grabbed the horsetail whip, and like always, he let it glade freely over my skin before …
SNAP. The middle of my back.
SNAP. The side of my stomach.
The whip glided up my stomach and rested right on my hip. I glanced up at him and he back down at me.
SNAP.
“Ahh!” I hissed, my head thrown back.
