Exaggerated Worship Ch. 02

He plopped me on the bed and hovered over me, his arms on both sides of my body. He smirked, giving me that look that indicates he wants it.

He wants me.

"Yes, baby. I'm the only one who could worship you and make you into a new religion... and I'm not exaggerating."

"He muttered seductively. And before I could even answer, he captured my lips in a passionate kiss.

"Let me get my shirt off," he growled as he pulled his shirt off with one hand. How in the world can this man make that swift gesture so fucking hot?

I almost salivated at the sight of his body. His toned chest with those speckled hair all over. Fuck, I could practically bark at how enticing he is. I can't even believe this man is mine.

He captured my lips again and kissed me fiercely as he started to play with the buttons of my blouse.

"Let's get you a little bit more comfortable too," he grinned as he started to unbuckle his pants. He stares at me with pure lust, I could slowly feel myself getting wet myself.

"Let me get my pants. Take yours off. Come on. I don't want to waste any time," my throat hitched at the way he commanded me. My fingers fumbled on the zipper of my dress slacks as I quickly pulled them down and threw them somewhere in the abyss of our bedroom.

Before I could even prepare for what comes next, I felt him trap me under him, his eyes caressing every part of my exposed, vulnerable body. His breaths were quick and desperate. He leaned in and whispered to my ear. "I'm the only one who could kiss you here..." I felt his lips on my neck "... here" my collarbone "... here" on my left breast "... only me" his whispered as his lips graze my abdomen

"Mine..."

I released a shaky breath as he muttered his claim. My hands clutching the sheets on my sides. I can feel the moisture in between my legs as I felt myself squirm under his touch.

He growled under his breath "I'm the only one who can exaggerate to this extent. No one else."

"Now tell me, baby. What do you want?" he asked. I know he already knows what I want. He just wants to taunt me in to saying it out loud.

And it's fucking hot.

He sneered, that dangerous smile looming over me as I felt his hand caress the side of my body. "Do you want me to congratulate you on today's exhibit or do you want me to punish you for tempting me all day"

I gulped, the tension building up inside me. I stared into his eyes, "P.. Punish me" I muttered

"Hmm? A little louder baby" he grinned mischievously.

This man is going to be the death of me.

I cleared my dried throat and took a deep breath before repeating "Punish me, Noah"

"Good girl."

Fuck.

I felt myself quiver when he uttered those words that always get me every time. Thank God I'm not on my feet or I would have melted. My knees would have given out.

He pushed himself off me and sat on the edge of the bed. He patted his lap and smirked.

"Get over here" he said, pertaining to his lap.

I looked at him and slowly sat up, slightly lightheaded. Gosh, if this is already too much for me. How can I survive the rest of the night? Heck, the rest of my life?

"That's right. Get over here" he cooed, as if I'm a cat being summoned to his owner. I scooted towards him and waited for his orders.

Why am I waiting for his orders?

"Sit on my lap. Come on" he said and took my hands, guiding me to where he wanted me. This Is what I enjoy about Noah. He could be hard and dominant, but he always chooses to be gentle with me first.

"I wanna see this nice round bottom of yours."

Well, most of the time.

I straddled his lap, facing him as he guided me on my new seat.

"Get a good look at you," he placed his hands on my waist and slowly lingered to the cups of my ass. I heard him hiss, as if he's appreciating what it is and how it feels in his hands.

"My Gosh. You really are a work of art. A masterpiece," he whispered. His breath tickling the sides of my neck. I gripped the sides of his shirt as I felt myself more drawn to him.

God, I want this man.

"Let me just rub you a little bit. Just take my fingers through your hair while I rub your bottom at the same time," he chuckled and began caressing me with his strong hands. The hands that always held mine. The hands that always made me feel safe.

"What a good fucking girl you are, crawling over and getting on daddy's lap." He teased.

I rolled my eyes, still aroused by this whole situation and the position we are in. I felt my underwear drenched in my own excitement, wanting more from this man.

"I'm a good artist, you know?... In fact, I'm a great artist." He trailed, still caressing my skin

I raised an eyebrow towards him. What does he mean by he's a good artist?

"How?" I asked, hearing a slight break in my voice. Get a grip on yourself.

"Because I can create a beautiful picture without any paint at all" he said, still sounding cryptic.

I blinked at him with a mixture of lust and confusion. As much as I appreciate this poetic bullshit, I'm at the point where I just want him to take me.

"W... what are you talking about?" I asked, feeling the coolness of the air caress my body. I felt a slight shiver run through my spine.

"I'm gonna make your ass a work of art."

And before I could even speak, I felt a strong tingling pain in my left butt-cheek. I squeaked in surprise.

"Bright red" he said, smirking. I whimpered in pain as I felt his hand.

Did he just spank me? Man, that was quite painful.

But I would be lying if I said that I don't like it.

"You're wincing. Don't whimper, I don't wanna hear it," he taunted.

I bit my lip and braced for another one.

"Okay. You can whimper a little bit."

SPANK

My eyes widen in pain and pleasure as I felt his palm connect with my ass cheek again. I couldn't help but release another whimper. Fuck, this is hot.

Fuck, I want more.

"I do want to hear it" he said and chuckled, his other hand exploring the side of my body.

Thank God because I don't think I can hold back any sounds at this point.

I panted, both of thrilling anticipation and lust.

"Oh my goodness..." SPANK "I'm already a good artist. I could finally see a bit of color on the canvas" he teased, massaging the part where he just spanked.

I moaned at the contact, my hands now on his shoulder to get some support. But I never broke eye contact. I stared into his lust-filled eyes.

I squirmed in his touch, a result from the multiple spanks my ass cheeks received in the span of minutes.

Don't get me wrong, though. I love the pain.

"Stop squirming. Gimme your hands now. Behind your back." He ordered, which surprised me. Hands behind my back? Oh, I think I love where this is going. So, I did the most logical thing to do.

I placed my hands behind my back and squirmed even more. Almost grinding myself on his now throbbing cock.

He groaned and saw his eyes flicker into something more intense. Lust filled with.... Obsession.

Ah yes. My favorite side of Noah.

"That's right. Just hold them here. I was going to lovingly stroke your hair. But if you're going to struggle then I must hold you down," he said between clenched teeth. I marveled at how hot he looks and how this is going right now.

"Mmmmmm good girl" He purred and just like that...

SPANK

He moaned alongside me as I felt his hand contact my butt cheek.

Fucking yes.

"Oh my gosh. My work of art is starting to really pop."

"We're starting to see some real color. But we can do much better, can we, my little canvas?" he teased.

And a feeling of bliss beheld me when another spank came.

"Stop squirming. You're gonna be the best girl for me."

"Just hold tight."

My moans of pain and lust echoed in the room. I felt my body shake in thrill and excitement. I just wanted Noah so bad that the physical sting from the spanking did not measure up to the torturous desire to just slam his cock inside me.

"Ohhh someone's starting to shake a little. Mmmm"

I couldn't stop shaking. Who in their right mind could stand not melting in their husband's arms during these kinds of situations?

"You're going to ruin my picture. My pretty little picture" he said as he held me tighter on his lap, doing his best to keep me in my place.

Again, how can one not shake if their husband is being this freaky, especially when they finally feel his fingers hovering over their pussy.

Fucking hell.

"Oh my, what is that I feel?" he asked smugly, feigning ignorance as his fingers hovered over my pussy, pushing the pink piece of underwear I was wearing away from my entrance. I moaned and held him tighter.

"A little bit of moisture, huh?" A little? I'm pooling with wetness at this point and it's downright embarrassing.

"Let me just stick my fingers in between here and make sure.. oh my gosh. Somebody is enjoying my artistic skills."

I moaned when I felt two of his fingers slid inside me easily. I grinded my hips in ecstasy.

"Fuck.. Noah" I gasped in between moans

"It's like I'm dipping my paintbrush right into the palette," he sultry said and just kept his fingers inside my pussy, unmoving. Which is incredibly infuriating.

And I groaned in pain again.

Not because of another spanking.

But because he retracted his fingers that were inside me and left me untouched on his lap.

"What kind of art do you want me to make?" He asked, knowing exactly what he just did to me. Is this payback for all the times I edged him?

This is fucking torture.

And again, I would be lying if I say I don't like this.

I fucking love this.

"P.. Put it back" I barely uttered, my body shivering in unresolved lust.

"I can't hear you speak up," he said, hungry eyes matching mine.

I heaved in protest as I glared at him. How much torture is this man willing to put me in.

"P... put your fucking fingers back inside me." I muttered a little bit more loudly, squirming on top of him as I felt the emptiness within my throbbing pussy.

"Oh, you want me to put my hand back where it was? Right between your legs, hmm?" he teased, grinning mischievously.

No shit, Sherlock.

Fuck you, Noah.

"Ask nicely," he commanded in a low, cool tone, expecting me to follow him right away.

News flash! I did follow him, of course.

"Please put your fingers back inside me, Noah," I said, giving myself a pat on the back for being able to say that steadily.

He chuckled "You're such a good girl," he cooed but didn't do anything to grant my request.

What the fuck?

I felt myself getting wetter for the mere fact that he is denying me his touch. The touch that I craved so much I would probably follow him to the debts of hell just for me to feel that heaven again.

"Ask nicely again."

I gripped his shoulders tighter and grinded myself on his lap, feeling the throbbing cock under his boxes shift ever so lightly.

"Can you please rub my clit and finger my throbbing p-pussy, Noah?" I asked a bit more confidently than the previous request.

Please let that be enough.

"Okay now that was enough for asking nicely... Now I want you to beg for it."

That is ridiculous. This is insanity.

Who said I am sane, though?

"W-what the fuck are you doing to me, Noah" I exhaled shakily, eyes darken in anticipation and impatience. "I've asked you twice. What more do you want?" I hissed, furrowing my eyebrows at him.

"Oh no no no" he started laughing. I feel like I know where this is going.

"You asked nicely, and you did such a good job but that doesn't mean im gonna give you what you want, sweetheart."

"You have to beg daddy for it."

I took in a sharp breath. Damn, this man is just making me breathe too much I might just hyperventilate and faint from all the air I'm trying to catch.

"No answer?"

SPANK

"Ah!" I moaned in surprise when I felt his palm got in contact with my ass cheek again.

I am totally going to feel this tomorrow.

"Now you want to start with some begging," he suggested. The things this man makes me do. I wouldn't have done this with anyone else.

"Please give me more, daddy," I begged, surprised om how naturally that came out from me.

"There we go," he said proudly. A sense of accomplishment rose within me as I heard the tone of acknowledgement that short validation had.

"P-please just give me fucking more, daddy," I moaned, biting my lip in anticipation.

He let out a grunted moan "Oh you sound so good; more it is sweetheart."

SPANK

My throat felt incredibly sore after I screamed his name.

"Noah fuck!" I took a deep breath in an attempt to compose myself. I think I'm surrendering myself wholly at this point.

The point of no return.

"That's very good baby. Keep going," he encouraged as he moved his hands to my waist and pulled me down closer to his groin.

Fuck. Noah's hard cock pushed through my entrance. If he wasn't wearing his boxers, I swear it would have just plunged into me.

And I wish it did.

"I didn't tell you to slow down. I was just enjoying the sound of you,"

I whined and moaned at the same time as I let myself grind into him. He hissed and glared at me, almost growling.

Primal.

SPANK

"Okay okay I'm going to give you what you want," he said grimly and leaned me slowly away from him to give him space and access to my middle.

He slipped his right hand and completely ripped my underwear in a swift motion. Without avoiding eye contact, he flicked my clit twice before sliding two fingers inside me.

My head shot back in pleasure as I felt his thick fingers open me up. He curled his fingers and hit the sensitive part inside my pussy.

"How does that feel, sweetie?"

I'm pretty sure the way I'm reacting right now gives me away.

"You're so much more wet, gosh," he said as I squirmed, making his fingers feel deeper inside me.

I'm so wet that I think that some of my pussy juices is trinkling down his hand.

"My goodness.. oh gosh... You feel so good,"

"Just rubbing my paintbrush against the palette. Getting yourself covered with your paint,"

As much as I wanted to tease him for that corny comment, my brain is too fogged to even react accordingly.

I'm a merely melted puddle of mess.

And I can't help but be ruined by him.

"Your pussy feels so good sweetie," he purred as I felt his fingers inside me push further and into my G-spot. I gasped as I felt his thumb flicked my clit as he pushed inside me further.

My hips made some involuntary twitches as I released a more desperate moan.

"Oh, you're squirming again," he said as I felt myself sliding off him. I felt his other hand grip my waist tighter as I held unto his shoulders.

"I got to hold you tight. I don't want to see you wriggling around," he said and continued fingering my dripping wet core. I panted, almost feeling my eyes roll back in my head.

"Oh fuck. Oh yes, good girl." He cooed and continued to pump his fingers into me.

I felt my orgasm feeling up as he fingered me, grinding on his lap and soaking both his hand and his boxers with my juices. But before I peaked, he stopped and pulled his fingers out of me.

I'm going to kill him.

"You know what? I'm tired of holding these fucking hands while you wriggle around."

Excuse me?

Before I could reply to that, he placed his hands on my waist and hovered me up.

"Get up." He ordered. I was too confused to move at first, but he said it again, which snapped me out of my brain fog.

"Get up. Go over to the drawer," he commanded. I stood, trying to balance my unstable knees and slowly walked to the drawers.

"That's right walk over to the drawer over there," he said, following me behind.

I hear him snicker behind me "You're dripping down your leg," he commented. I glanced down and saw what he meant.

I am fucking wet. And I need to do something about it. Noah needs to do something about him.

"That's hot," he said, his eyes scanning my disheveled body.

"Open up the top door," he continued. I reached the top drawer and shakily opened the top drawer. I peeked and my eyes widened.

Right. Handcuffs. I almost forgot we had these.

"Do you see the handcuffs? Yes, pick them up. Good girl,"

I picked up the handcuffs and studied it. It's a plain, silver metal one with the keys attached to it. Something a police officer would possess in a daily patrol. It might not be anything special but thinking about how he will use it on me excited me beyond comprehension.

"Now hand them to me," he said. I turned around; his hand outstretched towards me, waiting for me to hand him the cuffs. I slowly settled the cuffs on top of his waiting palm.

"Good girl. Turn around," he said, and I did what I was told. I turned around and waited for further orders.

"Hands behind your back."

I brought my hands behind me as I felt Noah grip them together. I inhaled in anticipation, almost forgetting how to exhale. My legs are still wobbly from the previous tease fest.

The cool metal touched my skin, and I almost jumped from surprise. The handcuffs were colder than expected, especially with how hot and flushed my whole body was.

"Here we go. Cold, aren't they?" he stated as he cuffed me. I can almost hear the smirk from his voice. He's excited as I am. I stayed silent, mustering all that I am to not give myself away, despite visibly melting in front of him.

"You're a tough girl. Now let's put it around the other wrist. Very good," he finally locks the handcuffs and placed the key on our nightstand.

"Nice and tight," he remarked as he pulled the cuffs towards him, dragging me back to the bed backwards.

I staggered a bit. I guess he really does like watching me in such a disheveled, incapacitated state. This should be hurting my pride but who cares about pride when you're getting treated like this?

"You look so good, princess," he purred as I felt him sat back on the edge of the bed. "Look what you've done to me. Turn around."

I turned around and met with his hungry eyes once again.

I gulped. Not of fear but of implausible want.

"Look down," he said, hands caressing the side of my waist.

I did as he told and glanced down. My eyes widened in shock. We may have been together for a while now, but Noah's size still surprises me.

"What about it?" I asked, feigning innocence. A naughty smile almost showed itself through my lips but I quickly bit it hidden.

"Look at what you did!" he exclaimed, his hands leaving my waist as he started to disregard his boxers. I squirmed when I saw his cock sprung out of hiding. Fuck, those veins.

I can't wait to feel every part of that shaft. I'll go feral if he won't let me have that. Fuck, I might get feral if I must wait even longer.

I grinned, still biting my lip as I hummed in agreement.

Yummy.

"What are we going to do about this big throbbing hard cock, sweetie?" he asked. I gave him a look that translates to what exactly I want to do to help him out.

"We got to do something," he stated and before I could even reply, he spun me around, making me face away from him.

"Turn around again. There you go.... Now sit down on it," he ordered.

Fucking finally. Took him long enough.

I glanced down as I try to squat down at the exact spot

where my pussy and his cock would connect. Before I could go down any further, his hands caught me by the waist and stopped me.

"No no not inside yet. You don't get that."

What. The. Fuck?

I felt my pussy quiver from the mere denial of him. I need him inside me, and I need it now. I panted in excruciating impatience as I fought my urges to just force myself into him. Why can't I just force myself on him all the way?

Oh yeah. He leads this one. He leads in the bedroom. And

I want it that way. We both want it that way.

"Sit down on it and I want you to slide that wet pussy up and down my big fucking shaft," I groaned at his vulgar mouth that matched my equally vulgar thoughts. I shifted slightly and squatted up and down, grinding my clit on the side of his throbbing cock. I moaned, throwing my head back in immense pleasure. If this turns the shit out of me, I wonder how explosive it's going to be when he's finally inside me.

"That's right,' he praised, guiding my hips up and down his length as we grinded on one another. He released a couple of moans and grunts, making me feel hornier every fucking second.

"Oh yes... Get those pussy juices all over my fucking cock." He spoke. I leaned my back on him as I continued grinding, His breath feeling more labored than usual. I think we are both equally on the brink of destruction, especially with how edged we both are at this point.

"Hmmm yeah is it tough with your hand behind your back?" he asked, almost teasing. I shook my head and just continued moaning, feeling every texture of his cock on my clit. My juices continued to flow on him, lubricating us both.

"Oh, poor girl let me give you some motivation," he encouraged. I blinked in confusion and before I could ask...

SPANK

"Fucking hell, Noah! Augh!" I moaned as I forced my eyes closed, relishing every sting on my probably red and plump ass.

"Good girl. Keep sliding"

Despite becoming a bit tired from the constant grinding on his cock, I continued, having a hard time to catch my breath with the constant moans I expel. Fuck, why does it seem that his cock is still getting harder and bigger?

'Nice and slow, yes," he encouraged, nipping on my ear.

"Slide up and down," he whispered in my ear. I leaned more unto his chest as I continued grinding, feeling every throbbing vein on his cock.

"Oh, that pussy feel so fucking good," he moaned as I felt him grind harder, buckling his hips upward.

"Yes, keep crying to me. It feels so good, "he said a let out a shaky chuckle.

"Yes, so fucking hard"

"You want it inside, don't you sweetie?"

"Ah! Yes. fuck yes. Noah, I want you fucking inside me," I said loudly in between hitched breaths and pants.

"Yeah, you do?" he said as he grinded harder.

I felt him soaked with my juices as my sweat mixed with his. Fuck, I need him so bad this is not enough. I need to feel him inside me. To envelope him and wrap me around his cock. To feel every twitch and every pulse.

To feel him finish inside me.

"Oh, I know you want it. I know you fucking want it. Keep grinding against me,"

Good gods, that's what I've been doing for the past few fucking minutes.

"Let those pussy juices drip on me," he said as I felt him almost slipping in my entrance. Oh, the fucking teasing.

He moaned loudly as I echoed his exclaims. Fuck I want him so bad.

"I can take It anymore,"

That makes the two of us.

"Stand up," he ordered. Is he seriously going to make me stand on my own two feet after that? I stood and turned around to face him. He stood up and went behind me.

"You ready, sweetheart?" he asked. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Ready for wha--

I gasped in surprise as I felt him suddenly thrust inside me. His cock stretching me out. Due to the unexpected force, I felt myself slamming on the bed.

"Poor girl, you fell down right on the bed," he taunted. I panted as I lay on my stomach, immediately missing the feeling of him inside me. God, this is frustrating. If only I didn't

"You don't have any hands to catch you. Good thing that your face is there for you to land on," he chuckled smugly as I felt his hands on both sides of my ass.

"Ass up."

With all my strength, I got on to my knees and raised my ass, head still plastered on the bed. Again, the things I do for this man.

And the things I do just to get some. It's always worth it, though.

"That's right, put your ass up," he said and cupped my butt cheeks and gave it a firm squeeze.

"Good girl."

Fuck. Say less, sir.

"Spread your legs," he said as put all my strength into spreading my legs. Fuck, I am shaking. This is all his doing. So please, do more.

"You are glistening. What a beautiful picture," he hissed as I felt him position in front of my dripping entrance.

"Now I'm going to get what I want," he said. As I've always wanted, he thrusted his hard cock inside me. Hitting that sweet spot in one go.

"Fuck, Daddy. Yes, just like that..." I cooed, feeling my throat straining from how much I've been moaning and screaming his name all night.

He gripped my ass tighter as he thrusted more inside me. My hair covering my face as I felt myself being pounded from behind. I should have gotten used to him by now, but he always managed to stretch me out every single time.

This is totally going to make me feel sore tomorrow.

"Turn around gorgeous," he commanded before he pulled out, which disappointed me. Before I could even protest, he flipped me over. He placed a pillow underneath my hips before spreading my legs.

He entered me once again, the feeling of his return almost bringing me to the peak of ecstasy. I squirmed as he pounded into me. He leaned in, his forehead touching mine as he moaned and panted, every thrust evidently taking a little bit out of him.

"Fuck please... deeper Noah" I moaned as I looked into his lust-filled eyes. He dug his hands on the sides of my waist as he pounded harder and deeper. I can feel my eyes rolling back to the back of my head again.

I felt him twitch inside me. My attention went back to him. He's close.

Or I thought he was.

He pulled out again as I groaned in frustration. "Fuck please.." I barely pleaded; brain foggy from all the sex I'm getting.

He pulled away and pulled my legs towards the edge of the bed, my back still on the mattress.

"Oh god I want to go deeper. Spread your legs." I yelped when I felt him put my legs on his shoulder. Bending me even more. I hear myself screaming his name as I felt him even deeper inside me as he thrusted. His hands plastered on my sides as he pounded his cock inside my soaked pussy.

"Yes, Noah! Yes please! Fuck me harder.. just like that.. fuck yes" I moaned, my head shot up as I tried to catch my breath.

He thrusted deeper and faster, feeling his cock twitch again. I bit my lip as I felt myself getting close.

"Fuck, I'm getting closer," he moaned as he continued to thrust deep inside me.

"Yes Noah.. please! I'm gonna... ahh.. I'm gonna.."

I released a long moan as my body shook under him, every nerve ending in my body tingling from my release.

The moment such bliss ran through my body, I felt him shake and pulsate inside me, feeling a warm liquid shooting at my womb.

I was right. This was explosive.

Tonight felt like Christmas.

I've got what I've wanted and even received more.

Noah slumped on top of me as we both panted. It took a couple of minutes before he pulled out and carried me to the center of the bed, releasing me from my chains in the process. He massaged my wrist, giving both hands soft kisses.

With a slight pant from the aftermath, he grinned. "Wow that's a lot of... tension," he said, chuckling.

I released an airy giggle "I think it's the best kind of conversation."

"I agree. This is the best conversation to solve any problems," he said, lying beside me. I scooted closer to him, feeling myself wince a little from how sore my body was.

He held me to his chest and caressed my hair.

"I love you, babe. And I'm sorry for stressing you out tonight. It's supposed to be your day, but my jealousy got over me." He said apologetically

"You shouldn't even be jealous of him. He might be a star in the art world, but you are still the hottest man alive," I teased.

I expected him to laugh at that sentiment but instead, he sighed. "I'm not jealous of him. I'm just jealous that he could understand your artistic world more than I do. I want to explore these things with you too but it's too complex for me," he muttered.

I sighed and glanced up at him "It's okay." His eyebrows furrowed.

"It's okay? Why's that?" he asked, meeting my gaze.

"Because doing the same thing makes us boring. We don't get to experience new things from one another," I said, giving a peck to his chest.

"Being the same is boring. I get that." He said, trailing off.

I frowned and lifted my head to look at him closer.

"Babe... does your job even make you happy?" I asked him seriously. His eyes glinted as he gave me a soft smile.

"Does my job make me happy? Yeah. Being a lawyer is such a fulfilling job." He stated as a matter-of-fact. As if it was ridiculous of me to ask him that. I rolled my eyes and laughed.

"So, we're fine. You don't have to worry about not understanding art things right now. Heck, I don't know anything about being a lawyer. We're on equal footing here. Having our own things apart from us is completely okay. We also get to learn new things from each other.

He smiled. "True. Having our own things apart from our marriage is not a bad thing. What's important is... we support each other even if we don't understand." He kissed the top of my head and chuckled "What did I do to deserve you?"

I grinned and kissed his cheek. "I should be asking you the same thing."

He laughed as he wrapped his arms around me. "I love you and I'll show it to you in every way. Even if it's disgustingly exaggerated," he said, gazing into my eyes.

This man. My absolute weakness. My demise.

"I look forward to it," I grinned and snuggled into him, sharing each other's warmth.