What He Demands (What He Wants, Book Three) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) Read Free Page B

mouth.
    There was a raised perimeter around the
room, with tiny two-person tables set up.   Men and women sat at the tables, watching the man with the whip as he
placed another lash on the woman’s ass.
    “Do you want to stay and watch?” Noah
asked.
    I quickly shook my head no.   I wasn’t ready for that.   Watching this man and woman seemed like
an intrusion on one of their most intimate moments. I knew they wouldn’t have
been doing it in front of everyone if they weren’t turned on by it, if they
didn’t want an audience.   But it
still felt wrong somehow.
    Noah laughed and pulled me toward a door
off the main room.   It was black,
with no windows, and a tiny little indicator light on the outside of the door
was green.
    “What does the green mean?” I asked.
    “It means no one’s in here.”   He pushed open the door and pulled me
inside.  
    The room was about the size of a small
bedroom.   There was a folding table
covered with a pad in the middle of it, and a rack on the wall that was filled
with whips and chains and things I didn’t recognize.
    My pulse raced and I turned around and
looked at Noah.   He closed the door
behind him and dimmed the lights.
    “Charlotte,” he breathed, pulling me into
his arms.   “Tonight, your training
begins.”
    “My… training?”
    “Yes, your training.”   He reached onto the wall and selected a
paddle.
    I licked my lips, suddenly nervous.
    “Stand in the middle of the room,
Charlotte.”
    I did as I was told.
    He walked around me, taking me in,
looking at my body critically.   He
pushed my dress up with the paddle, ran his hand over my ass. I was wearing a
black thong.   “First rule,” Noah
said.   “You will always wear
thongs. Matching bras.   You will
always be ready to strip down and let me see that beautiful body whenever I
wish. Do you understand?”
    “Yes,” I said.
    He held my dress up with one hand and
slapped me on the ass with the paddle. “Take your dress off, Charlotte.”
    I did as I was told, pulling it off and
dropping it onto the floor.
    The cold air hit my nipples, instantly
hardening them.  
    Noah reached out and pulled the cups of
my bra down roughly, exposing my breasts.   He reached out and grabbed my nipple, twisting it until I cried
out.   I was so turned on I could
hardly take it.   It was exciting,
standing here, having him look at me, being on display for him, having him use
my body for whatever he wanted.
    “Get on your knees, Charlotte,” he
commanded.
    I dropped.
    He walked to the other side of the room
and stared down at me, his eyes a fiery inferno.   “Crawl to me,” he demanded.
    I did as he said, moving across the floor
on my hands and knees, my ass up in the air, my breasts out, my eyes on his.
    When got to him, he reached down and
gathered my hair in his hands, bent down and kissed me hard on the mouth.  
    “Tonight,” he rasped.   “Tonight, Charlotte, you are
mine.”   He took a pair of handcuffs
off the rack on the wall and handcuffed my hands behind my back.
    My breath was coming in short bursts, my
heart pounding.   He unbuttoned his
pants, pulling out his cock.   A
moan escaped my lips, and my nipples tightened even more.
    He grabbed me by the hair and pushed his
dick against my lips.   I opened to
accept it, but he pulled back.
    “Not until I say,” he said.
    He rubbed the head all over my lips, and
I could feel them getting wet with his precum.   The teasing was driving me crazy.   I wanted to suck him, wanted to feel him fill my mouth and
cum down my throat.
    “Beg me,” he commanded.
    “Please,” I whimpered.
    “Please what?’ he prompted.   His hand was moving up and down his
shaft, his dick right in front of my face.
    “Please let me suck your cock.”
    “Open your mouth.”
    I opened my mouth, and he grabbed my hair
and yanked my head back, then slapped his dick on my cheek.
    “Stick out your tongue.”
    I stuck my tongue out, and he slapped his
dick on it.