12 comments/ 13766 views/ 1 favorites Finding Mr. Wrong Ch. 01 By: peacefulwhisper The scream of the alarm clock bounces off the walls. It wasn't a sound that anyone that wasn't a morning person liked. It was even more hated by those that use sleep to indulge thoughts that otherwise would never see the light of day. "Damn." Noelle curses throwing back the cover. She'd long since learned she couldn't have the alarm in arm's reach, it was too tempting to flip it off and return to slumber. Sticking her tongue out at the clock she glares. "Happy you trouble maker?" "Meow?" A little orange tabby snakes around her feet. This had been the only man in her life for a long time. "Not you." She shakes her head making her way to the bathroom. Her feet chilled at the feel of the tiles. She makes a mental note to start wearing slippers. She wanted nothing more than to curl up under the covers and skip her class. But she was on her own now, she needed to prove this was something she could do. In less than a year she'd be in the work force, a regular working woman. Too bad she didn't look like one. She knew the world was cut throat and she didn't look like she could hurt a fly. It was a dog eat dog world and she was a vegetarian. Standing at a rather unimpressive five foot one, with long maple hair and amber eye she could still pass for eighteen not the twenty three she was. Somehow she just couldn't get herself to don the business woman's cut from super clips yet. As the shower warms she assures herself that her text book was in her bag. Noelle peers at the book laughing it herself. For someone that was getting a masters in social psychology she sure didn't have her own brain under control. Shrugging she zips up the bag. It was always easier to tell other people their problems....right? Everyone had a few things they kept to themselves. She was willing to bet if anyone dug too deep some of the founders of psychology were pretty sick. They'd have to be to come up with some of those theories. Half of them were obsessed with sex and the other half with murder... talk about abnormal. The red lighted numbers told her she better hurry up or she was going to be late. Making a dash back to the bathroom she sticks her hand under the water. Happy with the temperature she steps under the spray. Closing her eyes she absorbs the heat knowing she'd need it after hearing the weather report. After she had her degree maybe it would be a good time to move someplace that it wasn't winter most of the year. Not that she was kidding herself, she liked the seasons. As Noelle lathers her hair she remembers it was going to be a long day. She was going to dinner with her polar opposite, otherwise known as her best friend. They'd known each other since highschool and no one could ever figure out why or how they became friend. Even she had to admit Maddie was something else. While Noelle was short Maddie was five nine, while Noelle was soft spoken and polite to a fault Maddie was loud and could make a sailor blush. In highschool they had become known as the sinner and the saint. There was never any mixing up who was who in that arrangement. What people didn't see was the time Maddie stood up for Noelle when people took advantage of her good nature. The times Maddie had lent an ear when man trouble cropped up. They didn't see the true friend that Maddie could be, that and she had the loyalty and bite of a pit bull. That was the problem people were too hard to judge- and Noelle was going to try a career of doing just that. Placing a tentative foot on the ground she steps out of the shower. Drying herself she watches the steam raising from her skin. This steam couldn't compare to the steam that rose to greet her when she went to bed. Images flood her mind, unwelcomed as they were, they were still there. The feelings of a firm hand landing flush against her bottom, words whispered more as orders than requests, names that would offend any decent woman falling on her like endearments. Fastening a black satin bra in place she exhales. None of those things were real, they only live in her dreams. Slipping a pair of jeans up the flare of her hips she mentally beats herself again. What was the matter with her? What kind of a woman wants to be treated like that? Noelle shakes her head as she finds a top. She knew she would have fought for the vote in the twenties, burned her bra in the seventies, she was heavy into women's lib. At yet- when the lights went down it wasn't a sensitive modern man that she had been taught to want that haunted her, made her ache with need. It was a demanding, possessive pure male force that she dreamt of. She'd given up trying to figure out why. Noelle knew she had a normal loving childhood, there was no reason for her to want this....but she did. Noelle the saint wanted to be tied up, spanked, and given orders. She was the good one- and good girls did NOT want to be spanked. Settling on a green sweater she pulls on her coat, grabs her bag and locks the door behind her. Shivering as the cold hits her face, she'd never allow a man that much power over her. She may dream of a man like that, but in real life someone like that would be Mr. Wrong. She was just going to have to get over it. ***** By six Noelle was ready do be back at home watching a movie in her nice warm pjs, but here she was waiting for Maddie. She should know by now that Maddie was always late- but this was bad even for her. Noelle shifts in her chair, this was the last time she was letting Maddie pick a place for dinner. At least she wasn't going to draw attention from any men. Looking around the room she suddenly felt very plain. The women were all wearing tight paints, or short skirt and tops with low necklines. Sipping her water Noelle wished women wouldn't do that, men normally had big enough egos without women dressing like that and throwing themselves all over them. Not that the men were fighting it much....or at all for that matter. She coincides that most men know what they're looking for when they come to a place like this. And most of the time sadly enough they got it. She was still people watching when she saw several of the female heads turn toward the entrance. Noelle looks to see what the fuss is all about. A small gasp catching in her throat. The man that had just entered did not look like he needed to come to some cheap pick out joint to find female companionship. Standing at least six foot tall with dark hair just long enough to curl at his collar, and a piercing gaze that surveys the room. Noelle places him in his late twenties, early thirties. He had a normal body type she supposed not too thin not overly bulky. Normal, yet not normal his very stance showed an air of confidence that made people take notice. She tries to pull her eyes away but it was too late his look connects to hers making the neurons in her mind work overtime to defuse the sexual tension. He graces her with a half grin before making his way to the bar. Noelle scolds herself- of course he's not going to come over here. Her sweater and jeans weren't in the same ball park as the others. Like water men seemed to want the path of least resistance, and she didn't scream easy. Scowling she runs her finger in a small puddle of water that collected next to her glass. Wasn't that always what she wanted? To be respected not looked upon as an object. Maybe it was time to seek professional help, but she didn't see herself talking to the school mental help aids about this one. Casting her line of vison to the bar she saw that mister tall, dark and handsome hadn't sat by himself long. A redhead was draped on his arm, softly running her hands over his shoulders and arm. Noelle thought it almost looks like she's petting him. Couldn't blame her though, the man had a few things Noelle wanted to pet too. The red head's bubbly laughter rose making Noelle gag- okay no man was that witty. "Where the hell are you?" She asks the air. I have to get laid she muses, it was bad when she felt envy watching the woman cuddle up to him. Her purse softly rumbles on the table alerting her to the fact her phone was ringing. Fishing it out Noelle curses reading the caller ID. "Maddie...this had better be good." "I'm on the way just relax shimp." Maddie's flip answer and nickname was not what Noelle wanted to hear. "You know I hate places like this, so why do you leave me sitting here..... what could possibly be..." Noelle shuts her eyes, fighting back the urge to scream in frustration. "Alright Mad what's his name?" "What makes you think is about a guy...Hey Asshole watch where you're going!" Maddie yells at the top of her lungs. "Oh sorry hun some ass just cut me off." "So I gathered." Noelle leans back in her chair. "And I know its about a guy because you tend to put your mind on autopilot with a cute guy around......Well?" "Well what?" Maddie tries for just a moment before laughing. "Okay his name is Dan and my God! He has arms to die for not to mention...." "Please don't mention whatever it is." Noelle warns on a crisp note. Maddie laughs, her husky laugh. "Me things someone is a little horny." "Funny..." Noelle growls back. "And I think someone better hurry her little ass up before I leave." **** He watches over the top of the redhead standing in front of him. She was going on about something, he gave her a nod every now and than hoping she would take the hint and leave him alone. He'd didn't come here for this. He wasn't real sure why he was here. It had been a long time since he'd gone looking for a woman that would match him. Though the redhead, he tries to remember her name but can't- had been talking for a while his eyes were still on the woman seated at the table near the back. She was lost in her phone conversation leaving herself open for his assessment of her. He could tell she was a small thing, guessing she'd be lucky to come up to the middle of his chest. The light caught and reflects off her golden brown hair, she didn't wear much make up and her nails were short, painted a light pale rose. After watching her shy interactions with the waiter he smiles to himself, she wasn't like the rest of the women there. It was like seeing a diamond in the rough among a bunch of glittering yet artificial rhinestones. Her sweater just hinting what curves lay underneath. She didn't need to try to be a women, just looking at her he knew. He decides with a grin that as opposed to the brassy redhead this woman was a whole lot less aggressive. She must be talking to someone interesting he raises a dark brow as his mystery girl blushes seven shades of red. He liked a woman that still blushed. His mind wonders if the blush goes father down than the oversized sweater was allowing him to see. Uh oh, he chuckles the little mite was pissed about something. He watches as her voice stays low but her mouth forms firm words. Whoever she was talking go was getting a tongue lashing...okay he pauses not the best words to use right now. His eyes pull away from her inviting lips when the woman before him rubs his groin mistaking his reaction to the girl in the sweater as his reaction to her. "Mmmmm... I love a man with the right package..." She slurs, having had one too many drinks. He scowls removing her hand from his cock. "Sorry its only March." "What?" She wrinkles up her nose, trying to think. "This package says 'do not open until Christmas' sorry." He supplies with a shrug. He was a tad amused when she storms off fully insulted he wasn't sweeping her off for a fuck in the ally. The other woman had turned her back, most likely to hide the fact she was chewing someone out. He wasn't going to let this chance slip away, it was worth seeing if she was the kind of woman he thought she might be. ***** Noelle slams her phone down on the table making the ice in her glass rattle. Of all the nerve, the least Maddie could have done was say she was sorry- than again Maddie never sad sorry short of blood loss on the part of the other party. "Careful you're going to break your phone." A deep voice rumbles from behind her. Flipping around she stares up at the man from the bar. How had he gotten over here without her seeing? And how did big red let him get away? "Th...thank you." She blinks- oh yeah you sound like an educated woman now. "You're welcome... Are you okay? You look a little..." He tilted his head, eyes never leaving her. "Ticked." "My friend is late...again." Noelle manages to remember to smile. "I'm used to it." "Is this your boyfriend?" he was never good at playing sly... well sometimes, other times he was pretty good. "No, I'm single." She couldn't be reading things right- was he interested in her? It sure felt like it, when he spoke to her he made her feel like the only woman in the room. "I'm glad to hear that." His smile made a pool of desire collect in her gut. "Would you like a little company while you wait for her?" "That would be lovely. Thank you." She rolls her eyes at herself. Lovely? What was she a schoolmarm? "Nice to met a lady with some manors I thought you'd all died out." He slides his chair close to her. "Let me get you something to drink." Before she knew it another glass of flavored water was set before her. After thanking him it dawns on her that he didn't ask if she wanted another- he just ordered it. Carefully looking at his hands she wonders how they would feel on her bottom. A rush of heat pulses from chest to clit. The man would think she was deranged if he could read her mind at the moment. A new song began playing and he stood to his full height making her feel throughly surrounded by him. Looking puzzled she watches him extend his hand to her. "Dance with me." Again it wasn't a question it was a command. Noelle never danced, she didn't like having anyone watching her like that. But there was something about him she couldn't say no to. Taking a deep breath she stands and while their eyes remain connected she does something not knowing the full meaning behind it.... she places her hand in his allowing him to lead her to the floor. (Author's Note: This is the first part to my first story please be gentle.... but let me know what you all think and if I should keep going with this or stop while I still have a shred of dignity. *smiles* Thank You! This could also be placed in the BDSM section, but I feel it has a more romantic feel.) Finding Mr. Wrong Ch. 02 The slow seductive pitch of Black Velvet filled the Club as Noelle's heart beat out the same steady rhythm. She thought the height difference would make them look like an odd couple on the floor but somehow it all worked out. She never danced to anything like this, but with him she felt compelled to show some sex appeal. She slowly worked her body against his hearing his raspy breathing, and murmurs of approval. She soon felt a strong hand running over her side guiding her movements. When she started to shy away things he would coach her body back into motion. Silent instructions on how he wanted her body to move. Stealing a look up she watched his face with curiosity- how could a man look so smooth on the outside and still with the smallest change in facial expression seem so firm? Leaning over he stroked back her hair and whispered in her ear. "Good girl, just like that..... move for me." Noelle couldn't hold back the small moan. Most women might take offense to being told 'good girl' but for her the words flowed over her ears like honey. So sweet, so forbidden, so...wrong, but it felt right. She felt him kiss the space just below her ear before he straightened. Lord the man knew all the right buttons to push. A simple sweep if his finger over her neck sent waves of need to places that no man had been able to reach. When he pulled her body close to his it was impossible not to feel his hardened shaft pressing against her stomach. She might not have much base to compare but she was impressed all the same. Wet heat was colleting so fast she thought it would run through her jeans. His hand once more stroked her from the hip up. Stopping when he reached the side of her breast. Cradling it in his hand he gave it an experimental feel- thumb tracing the outline as if trying to feel a new landscape. His low grunt told her he liked what he felt. Noelle's mind told her to push him away, but her body told her mind to shut the hell up and that was the end of the battle. **** It had been a long time since he'd found a woman that was this responsive to his touch, at least one that looked like a school teacher. He smiled to himself, meaning that in a good way. There was something to be said about unleashing passions berried deep inside a woman. To take a proper woman and turn her into a slut. For the life of him he didn't know why women took the word slut the wrong way. There was nothing the matter with embracinging your sexual nature. This was supposed to be simple but suddenly he thought it might turn into something he didn't think was possible. He'd come to see his dominate needs years ago but finding the right woman to complement him had been a problem. Many women wanted nothing to do with the idea, and others when faced with it treated it like a game. When treated that way it would become worn out and they'd move on. Finding a willing partner looking for more was hard. He'd taken to finding women that would be able to fill his short term needs only. That was all he'd expected tonight, but something felt different. Normally his cock was held in check but tonight it had a mind of his own. It was work for him to hold is otherwise unhuman control. When he'd pulled her to him he could feel the heat pouring from her body, could hear every breathy gasp and moan. He knew it was going to take some time with her though. He'd seen the battle before, he'd gone through it himself. Society taught that a man should never raise a hand to a woman. So when he couldn't push the thoughts away any longer he had to undergo a transformation into learning that society wasn't always right. The same fight could be seen in her. The way her eyes pleaded with him to take control, but there was still a hint of guilt behind them. He knew that any submissive thoughts were considered a show of weakness. That was wrong, hell he didn't know many woman that were half as strong as some of the woman he'd met that submitted. It took a strong person to say 'this is who I am and fuck you if you have a problem with it.' Cupped in his palm he felt her nipple harden and strain against her bra and sweater. The little pixie was hiding more than he thought under that thing. He hardened even more thinking about seeing her in something a little more revealing. What would she if he told her what to wear for a night out? Glancing over he saw other men watching her. He smiled wondering if she knew what she could do. Feeling a little possessive he wrapped his arm around her while his other wandered her body. Pushing the limit a little more he playfully gave her a tap on the ass with his hand. The strangled moan into his chest told him all he needed to know about that. The thought of warming that rear till it glowed a soft red made him groan in return. The last notes of the song signaled the end of the dance. As much as he enjoyed playing with her body he was glad. The idea of coming in his pants like a teenager didn't hold much appeal and if she rubbed him the right way one more time that was just what was going to happen. **** Noelle worked to catch her breath, her skin shined with just the lightest glow. She didn't know what was happening to her, but she wanted to scream for more. When his hand dropped from her she wanted to push herself back to him. Hold herself against his strong body again, she wanted a lot of things. She wonders if fucking if in the middle of the room was out of the questions. Laughing to herself she remembers who she is. Her eyes widen- she must have made a fool of herself. "You were wonderful little one." He smiles down at her tenderly, reassuring her. "I'm proud of you." "Thank you, I'm not normally like that." She spoke before thinking. Wait, was she happy that he said he was proud of her? She was! "I know you're not." He placed that guiding hand on the small of her back and led her to the table. "I have a feeling you've got a lot of things tucked away under all that." Noelle simply nodded. She needed a second to collect her thoughts. "Excuse me I'm going to use the bathroom.... will you...." "I'll be here when you get back." He read her thoughts again. Stepping into the bathroom she locked a stall door and shook her head. The throbbing between her legs was starting to die off for now. Taking the time to clean herself up a bit Noelle tried to remember the last time a guy was able to get her that wet. She can't come up with a time, other than her faceless dream man. Pausing she thought about what he might be like in the outside world. Sure in this place it was wonderful but he was probably a pig the rest of the time. Domineering, and controlling to the point that a woman would choke and suffocate with him. But still she wanted to feel his body encompass her, sexually overpower her. He? Noelle rolled her eyes in shame. She'd let some man rub his hands all over her and she didn't even know his name! That would be the first order of business when she got back to the table. What would Maddie say if she could see her. Laughing Noelle pictured the loud 'atta girl' Maddie would surely bestow on her. Throwing open the stall door she stepped over to the sink and ran the water to wash her hands. Peering into the mirror she gasps. "Shit!" Staring back at her was a person she didn't know. Her hair wasn't is its proper place, Noelle's checks were flushed, she looked halfway screwed already- literally. Turning the water as cold as it went she tried to cool off her body enough to go back to the table not looking like a person in need of getting fucked.... even if that was what she wanted. The door opened and in walked the redhead he was with before. Noelle smiles as she ran her wrists under the water. "Hi." "Hi." The redhead reached in her purse for her temptress red lipstick to apply another coat. "Don't waste your time with him." "Huh?" Noelle was still pulling herself together. "That guy you were dancing with." She commented checking herself in the mirror again. "He's gay." Noelle though back to the bulge he'd pressed into her- he sure didn't feel gay to her. "Oh is he?" "You look like a sweet kid." The redhead grinned as if the voice of vast wisdom. "Trust me the man is gay. I can tell things like that a mile away. The only way you'll get him into bed it if you're hiding a cock in those jeans of yours." With that she was gone leaving Noelle to laugh. Red had been around the block with a few more guys but Noelle was fairly sure that mystery man wasn't gay. *** Watching Noelle walk back to the table he leaned back in his seat. She looked a little more, as women liked to say, put together but there was no hiding the smoldering flames in her veins. He wondered what that playful grin on her face was all about. "So you're gay huh?" Noelle laughed as she sat down. "I'm a whole lot of things gay isn't one of them." He raised an eyebrow. "Where did you get an idea like that?" "That girl you were with was kind enough to inform me in the bathroom." She watched his reaction. He nodded. "Yeah, she was a little mad when I turned down her offer for some fun." "Good to know you're not gay." She bit her lip lightly holding back another laugh. Reaching over he stroked her lip. "Please don't keep that smile from me.... although you deserve a spanking for calling me gay." Noelle sunk a little in her seat, so much for that throb dying off. "Uh huh..... I know this might be a silly time to ask but what is your name?" "Most people call me Charlie." His grin widened. "But I think you may call me Charles." "I thought you said most people...." She was cut off before she could finish. "I have a feeling you're not going to be most people." He ran his hand over her again before drawing it back to his side. "And you are?" "Oh....." She blushed remembering he didn't know her name either. "I'm Noelle." "Well I must say it's been wonderful spending time with you Noelle." Charles tilted his head. "Tomorrow is a weekend I'd like it very much if you spent the evening with me." Noelle blinked- did he just ask her out? Wait, the man never asked for anything outright- he made a request. One more night wouldn't hurt, she was still in control. "Sounds good to me." Using spare napkins they exchanged phone numbers and promises to iron out the details in the morning. Charles palmed her cheek and drew her closer. His lips landed on hers with a passion meant to claim. Noelle opened her lips to his gentle insistence. Lifting her arms around his neck she held on tight letting him deepen the kiss. His tongue moved over hers, exploring like a man possessed. Breaking the kiss he looked at her as she slowly opened her eyes. The slight swell to her lips read as a woman that had just been ravished. He thought it was a good look for her. Feeling a tap in his shoulder he turns. "Um, my I ask why you're locking lips with my innocent friend here." The woman shook her head. "The poor girl is just about a virgin. And You,what have I told you Noelle? Never make out with strange men... and all men are strange. Only I can do that I'M the sinner remember?" Noelle groaned. "Charles, this is my friend Maddie." "Hi ya Charlie." Maddie laughed. "So you're what had her sounding so horny on the phone- good choice hun he looks like a keeper. I bet he's got a huge...." "MADDIE!" Noelle scolds. She loved her dearly but it Maddie didn't shut up she was going to have to kill her. "Okay, okay- you want me to go?" Maddie offered. "No that's okay I have to go and Noelle and I have plans for tomorrow night anyway." He stood but not before giving Noelle another kiss to remember him by. As he leaned over his whispered to her again. "When you play with yourself tonight think of me.... I'll be thinking of you." Noelle nodded. That had already been her plan but the fact that was telling her too made the idea twice the turn on. After wishing him goodbye she returned to her thoughts... Would she be able to handle a man like him after all? It was hard to believe that something so wrong could feel so damn good. All she had to do was remember that she was her own woman. Going out with him tomorrow would brake whatever spell he was holding her under. She was sure that he would prove himself to be every bit the jerk that all demanding men were. She'd yet to find a man that could control the need for a woman's submission. They either didn't want it, or wanted it to the point they expected her to be a robot. Yet... it was nice to dream. If Noelle had bothered to look up from her thoughts she might have caught Maddie slipping Charlie a wink and mouthing the words 'I told you so.' But she was too busy to think about anything but the pounding demands of her body. (I'd already had this written with the tenses corrected- I have another note asking me to use less filler words. I'll work on fixing that for Ch. 3-- Thank you for staying with me, I know my writing needs work. ~peacefulwhisper) Finding Mr. Wrong Ch. 03 (Author's note– sorry this took so long college got busy- but I'm done for the year so Chs. Should be coming a lot faster now- if you guys want me to keep going please let me know- not sure my readers are still with me) * Noelle wrapped a towel around her freshly washed frame before stepping back into her room. She smiled to herself for thinking of the peach body spray after remembering Charles said he loved the smell of peaches. Thinking back to the night before her she moans lightly. Being told what to think while she played with herself had brought one of the most intense orgasms of her life. Opening the door to her room she was blissfully unaware to what had been going on while she was in the shower. Looking at the bed she saw that what she'd laid out to wear was gone. Rolling her eyes she knew there was only one pack rat that could have walked off with her dress. "Maddie! I can hear you in my closet- out NOW." Noelle yanked the closet door open to find her best friend sheepishly looking back at her. "You're here why?" "I'm your fairy godmother." Maddie walked out of Noelle's closet like it was an everyday occurrence. Laying a new outfit on the bed she grinned. "You need someone to help you." Noelle scanned over the suggested changes and noticed one article missing. "I don't seem to remember Cinderella's godmother telling her to wear a garter belt with no underwear." "So I'm your kinky fairy godmother." Maddie shrugs. "Live a little, I'm not saying he has to know you're going bareback but it'll make you feel more sexy." "Going bareback?" Noelle giggled. "You do have a way with words." "Uh huh...." she watched Noelle buzz around the room gathering her things. "So you going to call me when you get home? Give me all the details... what you had for dinner, if he opened the door for you, how big his cock is? The basics." Noelle tossed a stray shoe at her friend as she went to dress. "Its just a date- if, and that's a big if we mess around I don't kiss and tell." "Mess around?" Maddie shook her head as Noelle slammed the bathroom door. "The girl can't even say fuck." She lifted her cell phone from her purse and dialed a number she had been given several weeks ago. After stepping into the living room out of Noelle range of hearing. It had been hard to find the right Dom for her best friend. Maddie knew Noelle needed to get laid- and had stumbled onto her submissive fantasies. Knowing her friend the way she did it took a while to find a guy that would be able to show her a good time. On the third ring a deep male voice picks up. "Hello?" "You ready for tonight?" Maddie cut to the chase. "I'm halfway there now- did the plans change?" He asked, wondering why the idea of not seeing Noelle made him frown. He hadn't liked a woman that much in a long time. "No, no. Everything is a go, but hurry up if you still want her in that outfit. As soon as she checks it out she's going to try and change." Maddie glanced at the bedroom door. "I'll be right over." He smiled thinking of her modest blush. He might never find a woman that was a submissive for him, but in the mean time if he could find and give a little joy and lessons to others it was better than nothing. After all what else was a part-time professional Dominant for? "And remember- treat her right, show her a good time and you get paid..... hurt her and..." Maddie paused for dramatic effect. "I'll cut off your balls and feed them to my dog." "You don't have a dog Maddie." He pointed out picturing her face growing stern. "I'll buy one." She snapped and hung up seeing Noelle step from the bedroom. "Looking great kiddo." "I look like a hooker!" Noelle tried in vein to stuff her breasts into the top of the dress. "I bought this a size too small and never got around to returning it." "Honey women kill for that cleavage, or pay big money for it- SHOW IT OFF." Maddie lightly slapped Noelle's hand. "You look great." "No I look like a size 14 stuffed into a size 12." She pouted before turning on her heels. "I'm changing." Maddie laughed to herself- did she know her friend or what? Just as she was about to pull Noelle back the doorbell rung. "Oh sorry Noelle- that bell means the time is up." "Get the door will you? Tell him I'll be right out." she breathed and reached for the bedroom door. "Sure and I'll tell him all about the time you bought sexual lube on the internet because you thought it was for oiling hinges on a door." Maddie threatened, smiling innocently. "I hate you." Noelle turned around heading to the front door. "You love me." Maddie countered. "Go ahead I'll lock the door I have keys remember." She stumbled out into the hallway shutting the door behind her. She had been about to say something when Charles leaned down, snaking an arm around her pressing her tight against him, he kissed her. Not a normal kiss hello, but a kiss that made her nipples peek and throb. Made her mind cloud over with a lust she couldn't name. Pulling back he placed his hand on the small of her back and led her to the car. "You looked too good to resist a taste." "Oh." Noelle's husky voice was betraying her. And Damn it- why did the man make her IQ drop 50 points? She always seemed to get flustered. In the car Noelle watched an odd chain dangle back and forth from the review mirror. She bit her lip in thought. The things at the end were too large to be for eye glasses. At least it had been helping to keep her mind off the pulse that was heating inside her. Without underwear she'd worried there would be proof of it on the leather car seats the second she stood. Charles glanced over and smiled. Out of the corner of his eye he had caught her looking, since she didn't looked shocked he assumed she had no clue what she was looking at. "They're nipple clamps my dear." "Huh? What?" Noelle sputtered suppressing a cough of surprise. He had the gall to laugh at her again. He reached up and held one of the clamps. "I said these are nipple clamps. I was going to bring them up later but I saw that you were admiring them. From what I felt before they'd be just the right fit if you'd like we can try them on later." "Um... no thank you." Noelle shook her head. "I'm not into that sort of thing." "Don't lie to me Noelle." His voice dropped and grew stern. "I know your pussy is wet I can smell that from here- and its not cold so why are your nipples still hard?" "We shouldn't be talking like this- I mean its just a date and..." She had no clue what to say anymore. She felt like control was slipping away from her. "I see, so we should hide everything we feel because society has rule that tell us all the right things to do from the time we're born until we die?" Pulling into a parking lot he turned to her. "Society isn't always right. I'm going to tell you what I have planned after I do you can agree or I can take you back home." Noelle simply nodded, suddenly feeling it wasn't her place to speak at the moment. His dark eyes roamed over her. "I know you're struggling with something bigger than you think. I want to help you with that tonight- show you its something to embrace not be scared of but I can't unless you let me. This is the one time tonight I will ask your permission." "I don't know what you're talking about." Noelle lowered her eyes to her lap. Taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger he turned her attention back to him. "You know. If I start this car again and its not to take you home there are some rules you will have to follow." "Rules?" Noelle knew she should say no and demand to go home, but the pounding between her legs and of her heart were too great. "You will listen and do as I say without sassing back. I will push your limits of what you think you can do but I promise to never put you in any danger, and I would never allow harm to come to you." He'd given this speech before but this time it felt like it had a whole new meaning. "You will call me Sir when we are alone and Charles in public. After dinner if you choose we will go to my home, where you will call your friend and give her my address, phone number and anything else that will make you feel safe. After that I will tell you want to expect for the rest of the night. Am I understood?" "Yes." Noelle swallowed. "Yes what Noelle?" He prompted. "Yes Sir." She corrected. "Good girl." He smiled. "But don't forget again or all have to punish you and we wouldn't want that would we?" "No Sir." She shook her head as her thighs grew wetter. He nodded, the girl was a fast learner, seemed like everything he had dreamed of. Shutting his eyes for a moment he reminded himself that this was a job, it wouldn't do him any good to get his hopes up that Noelle was different than all the others. Opening his eyes again he asked. "What will it be, go with me or go home?" Noelle wanted to say home, home was safe, home was normal. She went to open her mouth but then thought home was also cold, home was where she had to be 'the saint'. Looking into his eyes she firmly decided. "I want to go with you.... Sir." His smile felt like a reward to her. "I'm glad... and remember no matter what that I won't let anything happen to you." "Thank you." Noelle breathed in, oh good she was going on the assurance of a man she'd know...oh days now. Great what's next she thought? He started the car and pulled out of the packing lot. "You have to get comfortable with me... give me your hand." "Why?" Noelle looked over, and by instinct pulled her hand back. "No sassing back." He took her by the wrist. "Yes Sir." She relaxed her arm allowing him to place it in his lap. On top of the most impressive hard-on she'd ever felt in her life. Her gasp of air caused him to chuckle, and caused her to silently curse him. "Don't worry sweetie." he teased. "When the time is right you'll be more than ready I promise." That's what I'm scared of she thought as they drove on. This was going to be a night she was sure she would never forget.