Page 82 of Vicious Arrangement
“Keep going,” he says. “Get yourself off. One minute or I get a belt and whip you so you can’t sit for a week.”
As an empty promise, it makes me shake with delight, and the deviant undertone pushes the pleasure higher.
Noah would never hurt me. Not physically. My heart could be a different matter, but his father might have been an abuser, but not Noah. He’d have shown it when he loses his temper.
But I don’t care about that right now.
I care about the meaning of the words. The command. The threat of pleasure wrapped in pain he’d never inflict. The fantasy’s enough. The command’s totally real, and I keep looking at him as I continue to circle my clit, to rub.
With him watching, it doesn’t take long, and in my head, the tick of the clock is a metronome to pleasure.
The first electric wave hits in moments, and I bite my lip. His eyes darken, and he straightens.
It pushes me over the edge, and sheer orgasmic pleasure cascades over me as I come.
He moves then, undoing his pants.
There’s a feral vibe as he jacks himself, climbing on the bed and pushing my thighs wider. He bites my neck, hard.
“Good girl.”
Then Noah pushes into me.
I thought I was done, but I’m not. I wrap around him as we fuck each other hard, a frantic, desperate edge to it, like we haven’t touched in years instead of days, like we both need this to live.
He comes, setting me off again, and his cum spurts inside me, as I scream and he groans.
Noah starts to pull out, and shame hits me, a different pain, too. He’s going to walk out. He’s going to?—
“Fuck, no. You don’t get to push me away, Aria,” he says as he pulls off his tie and gathers my hands. “I’m not done, and I don’t think I’m going to be done for a long fucking while.”
“Noah…” I whimper.
He kisses me as he ties my hand. “I’m going to fuck you slow now, eat you out, and make you scream.”
And he does just that, and more.
He’s gonewhen I wake Friday morning, and the clock in my head has stopped. I go to sit up, looking at the watch. I’m going to need to run in to work, I?—”
Slam a hand over my mouth as nausea hits me hard, and I just make it to my bathroom before I hit the porcelain and throw up.
After I feel a little better. Christ, a lot of sex and a half salad for a meal yesterday will make anyone so hungry they throw up, but I don’t feel good.
Noah’s gone, which makes my bones heavy and lethargic. I’m not shocked, but… maybe it’s the back and forth adding to not feeling good. And I’ve been working hard, a lot of doubles.
I call in sick, and since I never do that, I’m told to rest up and take it easy.
Shit, maybe it’s lack of food, and my period is…
I stop in the middle of my room as Angus lifts his head from his bed to look at me. It isn’t due, this isn’t PMS.
I’m late.
By at least two weeks.
“Shit, shit, I can’t be…” I don’t say the word. Instead in a blind panic, I call Katie, and she picks up immediately.
“Fine, I had a fun coffee date with Asher when you took his boy fishing. Sue me. What did he say?” she asks.
