The Promotion Ch. 03

"I don't know."

I don't know.

I don't know either. I can't think. Once I'm out of the tub, I grab a towel Noah left out and fumble with the cloth, trying and failing to get it to stay around my chest. I'm dripping water all over the floor, but it doesn't matter because I can't stop moving. I let it fall as I race across the wet tiles, coming dangerously close to slipping into his strangely empty bedroom. The lonely bed facing the two uncurtained windows that jut out of the roof and the unrugged hardwood pick at my curiosity, but not enough to keep me from grabbing my blouse from where it fell. I need to reassemble the wreck Hurricane Noah made of my clothes and get the hell out of this fucked up reality. Where the fuck is my purse?

"Ella, wait!" Noah demands as he comes up behind me, grabbing my wrist. I would take a swing at him, but I'm clearly not fast or strong enough to connect. I really should pay closer attention to the flyers for self defense classes my kid sister keeps shoving in my face every time I go see her and my mom. Do you know how many women get mugged on their way home from work in your neighborhood, El? I don't want you to be a statistic. Do you know how many women get taken advantage of by their bosses, Lee? How's that for becoming a statistic?

"Let me go!" I say, pulling as hard as I can and not even rocking him on his heels. Self defense classes and the gym.

"No!" Noah says with more desperation than dominance. He doesn't really need it, not when he's already stopped me in my tracks. He pulls me back to him and wraps his arm around my waist, pleading, "Ella, just... please. Let me... Let's talk about this. Please."

I shake my head furiously. Every time he says something, every time he whispers something dirty and depraved in my ear, every time he calls me baby or tells me I'm such a good girl it messes with my head. I can't think straight. He's making me lose my fucking mind. Already, the feeling of being in his arms, his breath hot on my neck, is making my brain turn to goo. With the scraps of dignity I have left, I accuse, "So you can punch another hole in what's left of my self respect? I don't fucking think so!"

"What?!" Noah's grip on me loosens for a second and I try to wriggle away. "Ella, is that what you-"

I cut him off with an elbow to the stomach, and he lets me go with a grunt. I dive towards the bed, grasping at my skirt. The grey linen slips through my fingers as Noah tackles me into the mattress. I try to drag myself across by pulling at the thin quilted comforter, but all I do is bunch the fabric under my arms.

"Ella! Would you just stop fighting for a minute and listen to me?," Noah insists. He's crawled up my body, pinning me with his weight. His cock pushes between my bare cheeks, a reminder of earlier.

My back-stabbing pussy has the balls to clench from the reminder. Or maybe it's the predator/prey dynamic that's making it go all 'please Noah, fuck me so good just like you fucked all of the other holes'. Stupid, needy vagina. I try to ignore it and snarl, "No! Every time you start talking it ends up with you sticking your cock or your tongue in another part of my body. With you making my head spin the way you order me around and then act all sweet and make me come so hard I forget that you fucking lied to me to get me here."

He flips me over and traps me again, pinning my wrists to the bed with one hand, gripping my legs between his, and collaring my neck so that I can't look away. "Ella. You have no fucking idea how badly I want to go back two hours and do this differently. I screwed up. I really screwed up. The kind of screw-up that derails trains and causes space shuttles to explode. But baby-"

"NO!" I scream at him. I can't take this. "You don't get to baby me right now!"

Noah's eyes crinkle and the corners of his mouth turn up for a split second. He's trying not to laugh. He's trying not to laugh. This fucking asshole.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I snap as I try and fail to free my hands.

"I'm sorry-I just-I can't believe-" He says through a smirk.

"You can't believe what?" I cut in, giving him my 'you better get this right or I'm going to cut off your nuts and feed them to you' look.

"I can't believe," he starts, still fighting a smile as he glances down at my trapped naked body. "That out of all the things you really really should be mad at me about right this instant, the one that makes you scream at me is the one that's not a huge violation of your body or your autonomy."

"I-that's-I can't-" The ridiculousness of what he said short circuits my brain. Again. Suddenly I'm fighting a grin too.

"See?" He says knowingly, no longer trying to force back his grin.

"Because-because-because I didn't..." I try to hold it in. Try to fucking glare at him. It's not going well. A giggle slips out. "All the bad-" Another. "And I didn't" Again. "Then you-" A full on chuckle. "-fucking pinned me to the bed!" The last part came out all in a spurt and now I can't stop laughing.

He can't either. He rolls off of me and doubles over, clutching his sides. I don't move. It's too much work with the continuous stream of betrayal coming out of my mouth. My fucking body has decided I'm not going anywhere any time soon, so I just lay there gripping the last piece of my sanity, laughing my ass off with the man that stole the rest of it.

After we've mostly calmed down, he says, "I was going to ask you to dinner."

"Wait, what now?" I blurt out in confusion.

"I was going to tell you about the promotion," He says, tugging me over so that we're facing each other and then letting go of my arm. "And then I was going to ask you to dinner to celebrate."

"You... you what?"

"I had it all planned. I was going call you in tomorrow morning and tell you, once I got the confirmation on your new salary, and ask you out to that Tiki bar with the great-"

"-cocktails." I finish for him. "I love that place."

"I know," he smiles, that annoying smile that he uses when he knows he did something right. The one that comes straight off a community garden volunteer signup. Fucking hell. Stop knowing what his different smiles are for.

"How do you-"

"I saw you there once right after I started with a bunch of friends, and then I heard you making plans to go there with your sister a few months back. Bruce says that's where you want to go for your birthday, too."

"You-"

His eyes go all glassy as he says, "I realized about ten minutes after meeting you that I wanted to tie you to my bed and fuck you senseless, and ten minutes after that I realized I wanted to wake up with you the next day. And the next day. And probably the next several days after that."

"So what the fuck, Noah?" I ask.

"I'm an idiot." He says soflty, the guilt clear in his tone. "You were so desperate and hot and I just... started talking. And then you answered and then suddenly we were in the middle of the kind of scenario I thought I would never-"

"Until you did." I say, full deadpan. The kid with a Zippo standing next to the dried up bush that is my restraint has stopped flicking the top open and closed. For now.

"Yeah," he sighs with resignation. "I did."

"Alright." I reply, surprising myself. I push up from the bed and straddle his hips, cradling his semi hard cock between my thighs.

Blinking up at me, he asks,"Alright?"

"Alright." I repeat, slowly rocking on top of him as more words fall out of my mouth. "Alright, you did a thing and it was shitty and I'm not sure yet if I'm going to forgive you for it. But I'm tired of fighting and you promised to take care of me tonight."

"I did." Noah says, his eyes rolling up and down my naked body. There's a moment of hesitation, like he's not entirely sure if he's reading the room right, then he flips us. Before I can blink, he's pulled restraints from the bed and caught my wrists.

"This-this is..." I ask with a surprised gasp. "Taking care of me?"

"Every part of you." As he checks the binds, making sure I can't get out of them but they're not too tight, he adds, "I should have said before, I tested clean after my last partner. Are you-"

I nod, "I'm clean, and have an IUD."

He smiles and pushes my legs open. The head of his cock rubs my clit. The soft pressure feels amazing. His voice falls back into the filthy, claiming, commanding tone that makes my brain melt and my whore of a cunt fall all over itself to please him. "This slutty pussy. It deserves some extra special attention tonight."

"Why is tha-" Before I can finish, his lips cover mine. Fuck. I wanted to think that kiss on his porch was just the leftover fire from the office, that it couldn't have been this hot, but he's kissing me like all the bad boys my mom warned me about. Like all the bad boys I still found myself fooling around with in the back of their car. I'm so fucked.

"Because," Noah replies, each word punctuated by a kiss or a lick of my neck, "It's been so patient. Waiting its turn. Waiting while I show your mouth and your ass how to take me. You know what, baby girl?"

"Y-yes No... yes Daddy?" I stumble. My inner feminist is screaming at me, but the way it makes me feel when he calls me his baby girl and I call him Daddy is like an aphrodisiac on steroids. He gives me his, 'I'm going to brag about you to the other team leads' smile. I hate the way it makes me feel all hot chocolate and slutty lingerie warm inside. He could ask me for anything right now and I'd probably let him have it.

"I think," Noah starts as he lines himself up with my entrance. "That it's been so good," I feel the pressure of his head just starting to penetrate me, "That it deserves my cum. What do you think, baby?"

What do I think? I can't think. Not when I'm already spinning from what's happened since he used me like a slut and it was the hottest thing anyone has ever done to me. Not when his lips and his tongue and his fucking dick are all playing me like a cheap violin. I manage to gasp out, "It... it d-does."

"It does." Noah nods as he pushes into me so fucking slowly that I feel every inch of him. He groans, "You have such a tight cunt, baby. It knows just how to take me."

"Please..." I moan, not even sure what I'm begging for. The way he's stretching me, the long, steady thrust, it's almost too much. Every nerve lights up as he buries himself inside me. I try to move my hips, to take more, faster, but he cages me with his thighs. "Please, Daddy, please."

"Please what, baby girl?" Noah asks he gives me the final inch. "Please, fuck you harder?" He taunts with a sudden, sharp thrust that pushes me back against the headboard and makes me shudder.

"Please," I cry and it's almost a sob. "I need-"

"I'm taking care of you baby girl," he stops me, dragging back out as slow as he went in, pulling a long, pathetic whimper from my lips. As he slides forward again, he murmurs "I'll give you what you need."

He maintains the awful, delicious pace with is cock. His mouth finds mine again, torturing more of me with soft pleasure. He's so methodical, exploring my lips and tongue with even, gentle strokes that refuse to do more than tease. They refuse, until a sudden sting tears at my lower lip. His bite shocks my system and strums my clit without a single touch. My pussy spasms around him.

"See," Noah whispers against my lips as a series of quick pinches on my breast send darts of pleasure through my core. "I know just how to make you feel good."

I whimper again and again as he strokes me with his length. His lips leave mine to lay gentle kisses on my neck, then sharp bites along my collar bones and the hollow of my throat. He works me slowly, pain and pleasure wrapping around each other, building the kind of tension that refuses to peak, just goes higher and higher. It's bliss that grows to agony only to fall back into bliss, over and over. I don't know how many times I beg, "Please, Daddy, I can't... please I can't..."

"You can baby, just a little more," Noah murmurs after what seems like hours. His hips snap hard, a change in friction that pulls me in a new direction, up the cliff instead of along it. Suddenly the climax that's been so close but so far snaps sharply into focus. "Keep taking it just a little longer so I can give you my cum. You want it, don't you?"

I nod, too strung out for words that would just get lost in my needy sobs anyway.

"That's my good girl." Noah says as his thrusts grow sharper, faster. The force of it threatens to drag me out of my head. He grabs my chin and commands, "Eyes on me. Don't look away."

With each snap of his hips he pounds into me harder, quicker. I'm so fucking close. His manic gaze traps me, shows me he's just as lost to this thing that's got us wound together so fucking tight as I am. Angry pinches tear at my sensitive skin, and then I'm breaking, screaming, fighting to keep looking at him as I come so hard I'm not sure if the world will be the same when I fall out of it.

As I shudder, he thrusts into me, one last, hard thrust. His eyes go hazy as his cock jerks, his cum filling my pussy in long, fierce spurts. He groans, "Fuck, Ella, baby... so good... so fucking good!"

Reality goes away as my orgasm rocks me off axis. It's a miles long pendulum swing, a top that can't find its rhythm. I let it take me, let everything, all the messy, complicated bullshit that's led to this moment slip away as I tumble off the map.

A hard kiss and the crackle of velcro pull me back. Without the restraints, my heavy arms start to drop, but gentle hands draw them up to clutch Noah's neck as he lifts me from the bed. He carries me a half dozen steps to the bathroom and sets me down. Once I'm steady he presses another kiss to my lips and murmurs, "I'll be right back."

He set me down next to the toilet, so I pee and then stumble to the sink. While I wash my hands I stare at the mirror, taking in the damage. My hair is the kind of tangled mess that screams 'I just had crazy, rough, mind blowing sex'. Mascara stains my cheeks and pale pink gloss smears the skin around my puffy lips. Tiny red marks cover my neck and chest, some of them already darkening to purple. I'm going to have a hell of a time covering them up tomorrow. At least I have a few scarves that might help and since it'll be Friday they should have time to fade over the weekend.

"I love how your skin looks with my marks all over it." Noah says as he steps up behind me, pressing his chest to my back. He nips the side of my neck then soothes the bite with a gentle lick. His arms circle my waist. I so badly want to rest my head on his shoulder and let him take me back to that hazy, floaty, post orgasmic empty. I would, except-

"I love them too, but if anyone at work sees them... if they find out..." I say as I pull back and turn to face him.

He looks quickly away, but not quickly enough for me to miss the flash of shame in his eyes. "I know b-Ella. I know."

It's hard to open my mouth, to let the next words out, but I know I have to. "We can't do this again. Not if we work together."

"I know that too." Noah sighs.

"So," I say bitterly, "This is it. Tonight. Right?"

I expect him to nod, to give a resigned yes. Instead, he buries his hand in my fucked up hair and drags my head back. We're so close, I think he's going to kiss me, but he stops just short and growls, "No. Tonight isn't it."

"You don't just get to decide that!" I snap. For the second time tonight I find myself struggling to get away from him and fucking hell, my poor, abused cunt clenches like it's ready to go another ten rounds. I tell it to sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up while I glare at him.

"We both know you don't want this to be done." Noah says defiantly as he slides his hand around from where he grips my waist and dips his fingers into my pussy. Once they're coated in my fresh arousal and the remnants of his cum he drags it over my scowling lips and mutters, "Not even close."

"So what?!" I demand, through clenched teeth. I refuse to lick off the evidence of my stupid, reckless hunger. "Should I actually try to get you fired? I really don't want to go through that HR nightmare, but if you refuse to listen to reason-"

"Monday."

"What?!"

"Give me until Monday evening." Noah repeats as his hand slips from my hair and he pulls me into his room. A bowl of fresh raspberries and an open box of Oreos wait on the bed. He pushes a tall glass of water into my hand and adds, "Drink. Eat. I'll order dinner, but you should have a snack while we wait. Spend the night and we'll wake up early so you can stop at home and change. I'll make you breakfast."

"And what happens on Monday?" I say after a big gulp of water.

"On Monday, I take you out." Noah says with a wicked grin. I try to decide if I want to kiss it or smack it off his face. He grabs a raspberry and holds it up to my lips as he continues "No secrets. No sneaking around. We leave together when everyone can see us, and I take you to the Tiki bar just like I planned so we can celebrate your promotion."

I shake my head. "That's just a different path to the HR nightmare."

"Let me worry about that." He insists, still holding the little red fruit to my mouth. When I refuse to take he gives me a frustrated look and says, "You asked me how you could trust me after what I did. Give me until Monday night and I'll show you that you can."

I should tell him off, I shouldn't even consider this. I should forget tonight even happened. I should, but I don't want to.

"Fine." I say, opening my mouth for the berry.

He places it on my tongue and says, "Good girl."