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CHARLOTTE

Holy shit.

I’m doing it.

I’m really making Noah grovel for me. And from the glimmer of delight in his eyes, he’s enjoying the hell out of it.

Seeing his excitement when he came in with the rope and chair drove me desperate to experience that rush for myself, and damn, it does not disappoint. Standing buck naked before Noah Caruso while he’s tied up, his gaze following me like a lion stalks its prey, will forever be a core memory.

My eyes trail his body. His fully clothed body. Shit, I didn’t think this part through. We’ll make it work. I straddle his lap, grinding my sex against his very prominent erection, and he groans. “Bet you’re regretting not going for the roadside fuck right about now, aren’t you?” I ask, trying my hardest to exude confidence and sex appeal. Today was emotionally exhausting, but being able to forget about the heavy stuff going on and focus on my boyfriend is exactly what I need tonight.

“I know I’m supposed to say yes.” His lust-filled eyes meet mine. “But you’re unbelievably hot when you’re bossy.”

My soul leaves my body. Down, praise kink. I tsk, fingers finding the buttons of his dress shirt and undoing them one by one. Leaning forward, I brush my lips against his but pull away before he can kiss me. This is torture for two. The shirt is undone, and I spread it open, fingers splaying across his well-defined muscles.

“Your body is so beautiful,” I tell him as his eyes fall to my chest, analyzing my breasts like they’ll be on the final exam. “You wanna taste them?” I ask, pushing on my tiptoes, bringing my tits closer to his face. He angles his mouth towards one, and I drop back to his lap with a soft thump. “Too bad.”

His breathing intensifies. “ Mi fai impazzire. ”

I fight a smile, now knowing what the phrase means. His reassurance that my torment is working.

Sliding off him, I drop to my knees, fingers fumbling with his belt and pants. I tug them down, and his glorious hard cock is before me. Squirming, I squeeze my thighs together, the friction easing a minuscule amount of the ache Noah left between them in the truck. Our eyes meet, and I drop my focus to his shaft, hand gripping it. Pre-cum beads the tip, and I take him in my mouth and suck it off with a moan. Fuck, I miss his hands in my hair. His hips shift with need, thrusting into my mouth, and he releases a soft groan.

Popping off, I stand, spinning so my bare backside faces him. “It’s been a long time since I did my stretches.”

Folding over, ass to his face, I attempt to touch my toes, and he mutters an Italian curse. I spend a few minutes going through some teasing poses, many made difficult by the little bowling ball in my belly. Noah struggles against the ropes, the chair creaking.

“ Tesoro , you’re killing me.”

“Then get to begging.” He mutters another curse paired with a permanent wicked grin. I grip his shoulders, nails digging in, and lower my mouth to his ear. “How should I torture you next, baby ?” Bringing my lips to his neck, I plant soft kisses, then bite, hard , and he releases a guttural moan.

“ Cazzo, soffione. I’m going to come without you even touching my cock.”

“Good.” Pride fills me. “I recall you being very intrigued by the idea of sitting and watching.”

“You wouldn’t.” His tone is sharp, solidifying my next plan of action.

I head to my bedside drawer for an extra teammate because as Andi would say, vibrators are a girl’s best friend.

When I return to him, his gaze bounces between the elongated vibrator and my eyes, shoulders tense. “Charlotte,” he warns once more.

“Yes, Daddy ?” I say, tapping it against my hand like a ruler.

“If you don’t let me be the one to make you come tonight, you’re gonna be in so much trouble.”

“Like I told you…” His gaze blazes across my skin, incinerating any insecurities. “All you have to do is beg.”

He blows out a frustrated breath, and his lack of protest only proves how much he’s enjoying this. He’s curious how far I’ll push this. Push him.

Well, class is in session, Noah Caruso, because this horny pregnant woman has got months of pent-up sexual frustration to release. My eyes drop to his cock, and fuck, do I want to impale myself on this man.

The point is to torture him, not yourself.

When I click on the vibrator, the buzz fills the room, and I place it against my nipple, the other instantly hardening. Noah’s lips part, eyes hooded with lust as he watches me, unable to mutter a single word.

Stepping forward, I place my free hand on his shoulder and straddle my legs over his. I ease myself onto his lap, dragging the toy down my chest. My hand grazes his erection as I guide the silicone friend to my sex, and he shudders. Our eyes meet as it lands on my clit, and I whimper.

His shoulders struggle as he tries to free himself, with no success of course. His eyes fall between us, and he groans. “You’re incredible.”

What’s incredible is how he makes me feel.

I coat the toy with my arousal, my veins flushing with heat. Pushing to my tiptoes, I grip his shoulder, align my entrance with his cock, and lower myself, hissing as his tip stretches me open. Focus. Mission. Torture. His lips quiver, breathing shaky, and I fight for my own oxygen. When I sink all the way down, the breath is expelled from my lungs, and his mouth falls open, begging to be stuffed.

Grinning, I bring the vibrator between us. “Suck,” I tell him, and his eyes flare with desire. This is the kinkiest shit I’ve ever done, and I think it may have changed my brain chemistry.

Noah opens his mouth wide, places it over the toy, and swirls his tongue around. Fuck . Why is this so hot?

He hums, eyes fluttering shut, and I rotate my hips, grinding against him needily while he sucks it clean. I remove it from his mouth, and he licks his lips, gaze meeting mine. He jerks his hips, thrusting deeper. “Now come for me, soffione. ”

“Nah.” I giggle, pulling off him, and his eyes widen.

“What the fuck do you mean… nah? ” He groans as I slip off his lap. “Char, I can’t take this much longer.”

My stomach sinks. “Are you not enjoying it?”

He laughs, shaking his head. “The problem is I’m enjoying it too much.”

“Oh.” I beam, and a thrill runs through me. “Good. Because I have an experiment I’d like to perform.”

His jaw ticks. “Care to share with the class?”

“Hypothesis: if Noah Caruso gets worked up enough, he’ll come without me touching him.”

“Don’t. You. Fucking. Dare.”

“It’s in the name of science.” I smirk, dropping to my knees before him and shuffling backwards. Leaning against the dresser, I spread my legs, giving him an unobstructed view.

With one hand I palm my tit, the other teasing my clit with the vibrator. I’m already so pent-up, a wave of pleasure racks through me, and I struggle to focus.

“Charlotte,” he warns, jaw ticking, reminding me of the mission.

“Use your words, honey,” I say, bringing the vibrator to my entrance. It’s not as thick as he is, but it’ll do the trick. Shoving it inside, I moan loudly, really making a show of it. “ Noah ,” I whine, the same way I did in the truck, but he can’t silence me with my panties this time. “ Yes! ” I cry, grinding against the vibrator exaggeratedly. “So good.” My eyes find his, and if looks could kill, his says he’d fuck me to my grave right now. “You look so pretty tied up for me.” His face flushes, shoulders shaking as he struggles against the restraint. “I’m so proud of you for listening. Such a good boy.”

“ Cazzo ,” he groans with a shudder. “Fuck.” He looks down, and I follow his line of sight, lips parting open in satisfaction. His cock twitches as white liquid shoots out.

“Oh my god!” I squeal, my arousal soaring, bringing me close to the edge myself.

His eyes meet mine, and I’m intoxicated. Knowing I have the power to make this man release without even touching him is euphoria.

I feel powerful. Incredible.

“Untie me,” he demands, leaving no room for argument. “Now.”

I remove the vibrator, clicking it off, and toss it to the side. “Only if you promise to continue being a good boy.” He nods enthusiastically, holding my gaze as I stand and round the chair, grabbing the rope between his wrists. Yanking it softly, I bring my lips to his ear and whisper, “Are you gonna be a good boy?”

“Yes,” he pants.

“Yes, what?”

“Woman,” he growls.

“Yes, what? ”

“I’m gonna be a good boy,” he promises, and holy shit, is sub Noah hot.

“See, I knew you could listen,” I tease, my heart pounding as I unknot the rope. The second it’s undone, he yanks his hands free, jumps out of the chair, and spins to face me. “Wait.” I point a finger his way, freezing him in place, our chests heaving in unison. “Take off your clothes.” Within seconds he’s buck naked in the center of the room, looking like one of those ancient statues of the gods. “Get on your knees.” He drops to the ground, eyes holding mine. “Now beg.”

“Please.” His eyes glisten with lust.

“Please what?”

“Please, soffione .” His voice is low. Husky. Seductively sinful. “Can I touch you?” My gaze falls to his shaky hands, and I clench my thighs together. This man is trembling with need, for me .

That’s so hot. He’s so hot.

“Are you sure you don’t need a little intermission?” I ask, eyes homing in on his dick, which is still hard.

“Yes.” His jaw ticks. “I’m sure.”

I graze my thumb along his lip as he stares up at me. “You’re so pretty when you beg.”

A playful smile spreads across his face, and I release him, heading to the bathroom. “Where are you going?”

“What’s it look like?” I say, reaching in the shower to turn on the water as he rushes after me. I step inside and turn to face him. “Are you just gonna stand there?”

“Wasn’t sure if Mommy Dom was letting me join,” he teases, hungry eyes raking over me.

“Hmm.” I tap my fingers to my lips. “I’ll allow it.”

Noah’s grin brightens, and he hurries inside the walk-in. The warm water streams down on us, our gazes locked. “Can I please touch you now?” he begs, and I step backwards, him following after till my back is flush against the cool tile. He places his hands on the wall behind me, caging me in, and our lips graze as he mumbles, “You made a mess of me, baby.” He releases a shaky breath. “But I’ve missed you so damn much. Please. Please let me touch you.”

My own body trembles with need, or maybe it’s the freezing tile, but either way I find myself saying, “Yes.”

Within seconds, his hands are in my hair, lips crashing against mine. Our tongues intertwine, and I whimper with need as we make up for lost time. He pins me against the wall, planting kisses along my jaw, down my neck, and rasps, “These last two months were torture. Sleeping beside you but not being able to touch you the way I want.”

I place my hands around his waist, tugging his naked, wet body against mine. “Well, no more holding back. Touch me any way you want.”

“Well, right now…” He drags a hand up my inner thigh. “I’m lacking the willpower to take it slow. Your little hypothesis made sure of that.” He cocks a brow, and a satisfied smile spreads across my face. “So I think I’d like to kiss you senseless while fucking you against this wall, if that’s alright?”

“More than.”

He grips his length, swiping it between my center, and presses the tip against my entrance. “And I want to finish inside you.”

“Noah. Stop telling me what you want to do and do it already.” He’s not the only one who’s sick of taking it slow. I’ve been pent-up with need since we left the fundraiser.

Hell, since the Fourth of July.

His mouth slams against mine, tip stretching my entrance, and I melt. His tongue toys with the seam of my lips, coaxing out my own, and our kiss deepens. He thrusts inside, holding me against him.

“You okay?” he asks between kisses.

I chuckle. “It would be impossible for you to be a Dom for, like, five seconds, wouldn’t it?”

“I don’t want to get caught up and hurt you,” he says, thrusting gently, looking between us. “Or the baby.” I adore this man.

“I’m fine,” I say, putting a finger under his chin, tipping his gaze to mine. “ We’re fine.”

“You promise?”

“I promise,” I assure him. “I’ll let you know if something hurts. Now please ju—” Thrust . The air expels from my lungs, and a satisfied smile creeps across my face. “Thank you.”

He continues his torture, and both of us are so worked up, it doesn’t take but a minute till we’re seeing stars, slumping against each other.

“I think that was my favorite lesson yet,” I murmur into the crook of his neck.

He grins at me and steps away.

“Show me,” he instructs, and I spread my legs, his cum trickling down my thighs. His face splits with a satisfied smile. “Mine.”