This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Noah She was so innocent that first night. Her shirt unbuttoned, her skirt hiked up, those full lush breasts straining against the fabric of her bra. I’d tied her wrists to my bed using my tie and she looked up at me, waiting for instructions. “Are you ready?” I asked her. “Please,” she moaned. “Please, Noah, I need you to fuck me.” “I already told you. You’re not in charge of this. I am.” I laid my body down on top of hers, my hands running over those gorgeous curves. Just the sight of her lying there was making my cock rock hard. Her hips were full, her stomach soft with just the slightest curve. I took my time, letting my hands roam over her smooth skin, teasing her with my touch. “Noah,” she whimpered. I kissed her neck, then slid the cups of her bra down, letting those beautiful round tits out. I ran my fingertip gently over her nipple. It was taking every ounce of my self-control not to take her right then and there, to just slide my dick inside her and fuck her until she came, the way I’d done in the alley. She’d been such a good girl then, letting me have my way with her, not asking questions, just giving me what I wanted, trusting me completely. Of course, things were more complicated now that she was technically working for me.
