What He Promises by Hannah Ford

needed to feel this part of
him, needed to remember what had happened to us, what we had gone through.  
    He must have seen this need reflected in my
eyes, because he stopped for a beat, let me feel his scar.   I felt the tears welling up in my eyes,
not because I was scared or sad, but because I loved him so much I couldn’t
even fathom the amount of pain he’d been in.
    After another moment, he took my hand and
pushed it back up to the headboard, pulling the cord tighter around my wrists.
    “Do not move,” he said.   “Do you understand?”
    I nodded as he began to fuck me, slow at first
and then harder.
    “Do you like that, baby?” he demanded.
    “Yes.”
    “You are mine,” he said.   “You are mine forever.”
    “Yes.”
    “Say it.”
“I’m yours, Noah.   I’m yours
forever.”
    He began to move faster, totally in control of
my body, every part of me, my pussy, my ass, my body, my soul.   He thrust inside of me, possessing me,
owning me, making me his.
    My orgasm built like a crushing wave inside of
me, swelling and cresting.   I cried
out as I came and Noah crushed his mouth into mine, his hands on my face as he exploded
inside of me, his warmth filling me, taking me, claiming as his own.
    He collapsed on top of me, his breathing heavy.
    After a moment, he reached up and untied my
hands, kissing my wrists as he released me.   He slid the anal beads slowly out of me.
    “Welcome to the company, Ms. Holloway,” he
said.
    “How did I do?” I asked.
    “How did you do?”
    “Yes.   On my first day on the job.”
    “I would say it was a success,” he quipped,
grabbing my hand and kissing my fingers.   “But you still have a lot to learn.”
    “Of course, boss.”
    I giggled and snuggled into him, wondering how
in the hell I was laying here in a private sex room my soon-to-be husband had
built for us in the office we would share.
    I turned over and looked at him.
    “I want to marry you right away,” he said.   “I don’t want a long engagement.”
    “Okay,” I said, pleasure and warmth sliding
through me.   I slid my hand over his
scar again.   “Does it hurt?” I
whispered.
    He shook his head.   “No.”
    He allowed me to touch him there again for a
short moment, and then he pulled me close.
    “Are you sleepy?” he asked.
    “No.”
    “How much sleep did you get last night?”
    “Enough.”
    I didn’t need sleep.
    I had a wedding to plan.
    Schoolwork to catch up on.
    A business to start.
    And a man to love.

 
    ***

 
    On our way out of the office, Noah took the
phone cord and plugged it back in to the phone that was sitting on my new desk.
    “You took that cord from my phone?” I asked,
feigning shock.
    “Yes, Charlotte.   You saw me come in here, remember?”
    “Yes, but I thought maybe it was an extra one
or something.”
    “No.”
    I shook my head, wondering what it would be
like to answer that phone, if I would ever not be able to think about how Noah
had tied me with it.   I shivered.
      We
were almost out of my office when the phone on my desk rang.
    I turned around and stared at it.
    “Why is my phone ringing?” I asked.
    Noah shrugged. “The website went live this
morning,” he said.   “Someone must be
desperate to get in touch with you, Charlotte Holloway.”
    I grinned, knowing it had to be a telemarketer
or a wrong number.   Or maybe it was
the phone company calling to check that the service was working.
    I pranced over to the phone and held it to my
ear, putting on my best over-the-top professional voice. “Cutler and Cutler,
this is Charlotte speaking, how may I help you?”
    Noah nodded in approval, making a gesture like
he was tipping his hat at me.   It
was so un-Noah like, that I had to turn away from him, knowing that if I didn’t,
I was going to start laughing.
    “Charlotte?” The voice on the other end of the
line was male, direct, short .
    “Yes?” I said, already coming up with my polite
but firm excuse as to why I couldn’t