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He was pleased that they would have time to settle into the hotel and freshen up before lunch followed by the meeting they had come for when they landed. He tried not to let his urgency to be alone with Marcella show as they were given rooms keys without the usual check-in hold-ups. Noah held Marcella's hand as they rode the elevators with his brothers and their loves. He said nothing and tried to look relaxed as the others chatted around them about the hotel's grandeur and how lucky they were to be getting a room close to the top of the building, expecting a magnificent view.
Genesis, who had stayed in this hotel before, admitted that he had called Isadore the day before and made some requests if they were going to be stuck in the hotel while Noah and Xavier met with their circle. He had been specific - a room on the highest floor possible, west-facing, a large room with floor to ceiling picture windows to capture the sunset. It took far too long for Noah's frazzled nerves to reach his room and tell his brothers he would meet them downstairs in the conference room for lunch before he could open the door to his room and usher Marcella inside. As expected, she immediately went to the window to admire the view.
"This is amazing!" Marcella whispered, taking in the view that stretched out to the bay.
She turned to Noah beaming, the window lighting her up perfectly and making him groan as she dropped her head slightly and walked back to him as if he had chastised her with his groan.
Noah had remained standing near the door, fighting his inner desires to smile back and enjoy her enthusiasm. As she returned to him, he stepped forward to sit on a velvet chaise positioned near the foot of the enormous bed. The room was large, with a lounge setting that the chaise was part of and a coffee table with the television cabinetry and wardrobes lining the far wall. While not quite a suite, it would be more than comfortable for one night's stay in the city.
"Step forward," Noah ordered softly, seeing her hesitate before him, seeming not to know whether to stand, sit or kneel. "I want to see you."
"You're looking at me like you don't know me," Marcella frowned, but placed her hands behind her neck and widened her stance into the display pose she had been taught so long ago. "Am I to your satisfaction, sir?" she continued, half annoyed and half curious by his demeanour. Perhaps he didn't like the minor differences between herself and the Marcella he had battled with for domination the night before. Surely, he knew he won that battle. Even before Chella gained control, Marcella had given in to him last night.
Noah continued to study her, noting the perfect pose and posture. Chella was a well-trained submissive, and he felt his cock twitch at the thought of what he could do to and with her as Chella. Noah pushed his conscience down as he reasoned that he had tamed her other personalities; why couldn't he indulge in this one as well? She was his for the taking, and he had wanted this for so long. He also wanted her fighting spitting kitten side, but to have her purr without forcing her to recognise his domination just this once was too much to ignore.
"Did I say you could speak?" He asked softly but forcefully.
He watched as Marcella froze. Even if she hadn't recognised the various clues and signals that Noah thought he'd given out, she was realising now that he was about to show her who exactly was in control. Just as he had told her the night before, she was all out of options now. They would be doing things his way, starting right now.
"Did I?" He repeated his question. He watched her critically as she shook her head, lowering it along with her arms and shoulders. "Stand straight. I didn't ask you to move," he ordered, taking her in as he hadn't the opportunity to before. Her curves matched her height perfectly. Her green eyes seemed warm in the sunny room before they fell to the floor.
Noah remained silent for only a minute or two, but it seemed much longer to Marcella, who struggled not to lift her head and return that searching gaze of his. This was the man she wanted, the dominant and controlling Noah who would set boundaries and give her no leeway now that she had returned to him willingly and without compromises.
Inside, Noah's heart raced, his cock hardening fast inside his jeans. He focused on remaining cool and calm as he had since leaving the jet. He could see her begin to tire as she stood still in front of him, not moving a muscle since his command was delivered.
"Undress," he said softly. Her eyes looked up at him finally, and he tried to read them, but saw what he thought was only a little doubt cross her face. "Undress for me," he repeated a little louder but with a gentle inflexion.
Marcella slowly undid the button at the top of the zip in the back of her dress. She then manoeuvred her arms like a contortionist to lower the zipper, and slip the dress from her shoulders to puddle around her heels. She took a moment to silently thank Vivienne for supplying her own clothes, including the matching bra and panties she was left wearing now. Bending slowly, she picked up the dress and folded it carefully before placing it on the chair beside her.
"Go on," Noah encouraged, enjoying the power he felt and this striptease more than he had before. His need for her was almost blinding him to her vulnerability in this version of herself. They had both reached the point of no return, he acknowledged as he gazed at the woman he loved. Then considered their circumstances as she reached behind her back to unhook the lacey scrap of material serving as her bra. A pang of guilt rose, but it was drowned by the heavy fog of lust and desire he felt for this woman and the fantasy playing out before him.
Marcella placed her bra on the chair with her dress after folding it and ran her hands over and around her breasts before standing before him again. She could see the heat of desire in his eyes now. He had hidden it well until now, but she could feel the scalding heat of his gaze burning into her, and it made her hesitate as her hands trailed down her sides to the panties she still wore.
All Noah could think of was that somehow, he has this gorgeous woman in front of him, naked apart from her panties, and she wasn't fighting him or trying to top him for once. Unable to help himself, he stood and began a slow inspection of her as he circumnavigated her body. His cock was hard, and it took a lot of self-control not to pick her up right then, wrap her legs around his hips and plough into her.
"I said undress," Noah chastised and resumed his seat once more.
She peeled her panties off, sliding them down her legs and stepping out of them. Before she could place them with her other clothes, Noah was there reaching out his hand for them as he circled and inspected her again. She stood perfectly still, realising he was not as confident with her as he had been with Marcella and their battles. She tilted her head and chewed her lip, contemplating this. Everything she knew about Table men, including Noah, was that they are Dominant Alpha types. They want their women submissive. However, Noah seemed reticent to push her harder than some softly spoken instructions, which he repeated without any punishment for making him do that.
Noah's heart beat wildly as his need grew to overpower his reluctance to take advantage of Marcella in this guise. He breathed deeply, taking in her scent, the sweet smell of her exposed flesh. He longed to touch her, but he resisted, truly using all his self-control now. There was no detail about her that he didn't take in through his inspection.
He listened to her breathing deepen, watching her breasts heave, noting that there was a slight tremble in her legs. He moved his head in close to her shoulders and lifted a hand to hold her hair against his face, breathing in deeply, knowing she could hear him. He moved to stand before her and look directly into her eyes. He smiled as he saw his heat mirrored back at him from her green depths in a deep wanton desire that he planned to inflame further. Reaching around her, he trailed a finger, slowly from the nape of her neck down her spine. Her back arched in response, her hips rolling forward against his making her moan softly at the feel of his hardness.
Marcella was beside herself. She could feel his hand in the small of her back, encouraging her to press her hips more firmly against his as his other hand ran down her side. There was something arousing about being naked with him while he remained fully clothed. Her nipples were stiff, and her breasts felt full as they brushed his shirt. She knew he would feel her hard nubs and the heat radiating out from them as she tried to hold back her need to feel him skin on skin as they had been only hours ago before the sun had risen.
Noah stepped back to look at her once more. She looked flushed with the heat and desire he could feel from her body. The sweet look that had been present all morning on her face had been replaced with a deep sense of longing.
Seeing her exposed like this, naked standing before him against the background of the city through the expansive windows, was beyond his imaginings. His eyes took in everything. The way her hair dropped over her shoulders, the fullness of her breasts, the stiffness of her nipples, the curves of her hips and her pale skin, a stark contrast to his darker sun-browned skin all fed his desire for her. Her pussy was slightly reddened between legs that were smooth, skin shining after a recent shave. Yes, she was definitely aroused even though she was exposed and vulnerable to his desires.
Noah picked Marcella up and, for a brief moment, allowed her legs to wrap around his hips as he walked the few steps to the bed and placed her face down without removing the bedding first. His brain was too clouded by lust for such niceties now. He stroked her back like he would pet a kitten as he sat beside her, leaning over to her ear, wanting an answer to the question he had asked what seemed a million times the night before.
"You are mine," Noah breathed deeply into her ear. "Tell me, who do you belong to?"
"You," she said softly without hesitation, which stunned him for a moment.
"No-one else?" He pushed her, remembering her dream about Apollo and their contract.
"No-one," she whispered in reply.
"Not even Apollo?" he couldn't help the growl with which he delivered those words.
"No-one!" she said louder.
"Who do you belong with?" he asked again, taking a breath.
"You, no-one else," she responded immediately.
"And who am I?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. Trained submissives were taught to play this game, but he needed to know she knew who she was dealing with now and how serious he was about keeping her with him for now and always.
"You're..." she hesitated. "You're Sir."
Noah raised his hand above Marcella's ass. He smiled as she tensed up when she saw what he planned from the corner of her eye. She anticipated this punishment and slightly arched, raising her ass as if begging for it until he crooned in her ears again.
"Incorrect," his hand fell on her ass, leaving a pink handprint. "I don't want you to call me Sir. Who am I?" He repeated.
"You're my Master," she said softly into the pillows.
Her muscles tensed again with barely a move from Noah, making him smile inwardly. He was beginning to realise just how much he knew about this woman—this beautiful creature to whom he had lost his heart and life over the last few months. His hand fell again, deepening the shade of pink on her ass and making his cock jump in appreciation.
"Incorrect. I don't want to be your Master. I will never be that," he growls. "You are a beautiful, smart and independent woman. Once the world is safe for you again, we will be equals in all things. I will not seek to confine you in any way beyond our current crisis."
"I don't know what you want me to say!" Marcella whined and squirmed below him. She couldn't think of a nickname she had given him, well, not a nice one anyway. Her mind was spinning out of control at failing this first test with him. Her eyes fell onto the shining ring on her left hand, and she felt tears form in her eyes.
"Who am I?" Noah asked again. He pressed his hand on her lower back to still her and breathed deeply to draw on his self-control. "Think, Marcella, you know me, you know us, together."
"You are the man who loves me and wants to marry me," she said quietly, still looking at the ring on her finger and remembering all the conversations they had regarding her keeping it after their deception was over.
"Correct!" Noah said, a broad smile lighting his face for a moment before he concentrated back on the woman he held captive. He could see her muscles relax, her hips appearing to spread out as her ass relaxed the contracted muscles. He could see that she didn't think he would spank her now, and she was fighting to hide her disappointment of the fact by pressing her face into the mattress below her. He slapped her quickly and firmly. His hand cracking against the right cheek of her ass.
He had judged it perfectly. Just the right amount of force to cause a loud crack but lifting his hand off so quickly that there would only be a stinging pain. Short-lived but powerful; no deep pain. The truth was he was a Master and knew precisely what he was doing when inflicting erotic pain and pleasure on his partners. He had no intention of genuinely hurting Marcella even if she begged him as Chella.
Marcella could feel him close the distance between them again and the hot breath against the side of her face moved as if to speak in her ear again. He remained silent, though, as she clenched her hands in the bed covers, wondering what other confusing demands he would have of her. He'd caught her unaware with the single slap to her ass. She could feel its heat and sting, knowing he had left a darker hand print on her so she would consider her responses about who he was in her life. She belonged to him, but he didn't want a slave or submissive. He wanted her, all of her. She peered inside her mind looking at the bound and gagged warrior woman, but the voice of her conscience spoke up, surprising her.
"It's not her he wants, Chella. He wants both of you together. That is who he loves. Not her, not you, but the beautiful blend of the two," she tried to find the elusive third within her mind. If she didn't find her soon and gag the bitch, she would wear her down again and make her blend with the warrior. Noah would love her just as she was. She could be everything he wanted and needed. She knew she could. She was pleasing to men, she knew what they wanted and liked, and it wasn't the warrior that was for sure, no matter what shape she came in. Her mind raced as she scrambled in vain to find that voice, "Marcie!" She screamed silently, panic making her race wildly, looking deeper inside herself.
Noah leaned back and looked at Marcella. It was as if her entire body appeared to be reacting to something. Her legs and arms had become tense, and her toes curled. She seemed to have stopped breathing but then let it all out in a rush. He could see she was now breathing hard as if her mind screamed for oxygen, and she couldn't get enough in her panic. He immediately pulled her into his arms.
"Marcella, what happened?" He looked into her unfocused eyes, willing her to speak to him. Had he pushed her too far again? Could he have fractured her fragile psyche into more pieces? He could feel her relaxing in his arms as he continued to croon and pet her. He lowered his forehead to rest against hers, making her look into his eyes. Brushing her hair aside and continuing to stroke her back as he waited patiently until he was sure she was coming back to him. He hoped that it would be Marcie looking back at him when they focused once more.
"Nothing happened, is something wrong?" she asked quietly. "I was enjoying your touches. Why did you stop?"
With a quiet sigh, he placed her back on the bed as she had been. Noah positioned her head so he could see her face and maintain eye contact as he sat beside her. He needed to read what was going on in her mind and her expressive face and eyes were all he had to go on. He ran a finger down her spine, spreading out his hand over the pink marks on her ass, enjoying the arch of her back as she pressed up into his hand there, and she let out a small needy moan.
"Shh, stay still and quiet for me, Kitten," he crooned and saw a slight nod of her head in response to his words.
He drew his finger back up her spine, pressing in harder. The look on her face expressed the pleasure she was feeling, her mind fighting against her body's natural response. Noah let his fingers linger on her neck, circling around it. Her eyes closed, and he felt her arms and hands tense again. Concerned, Noah continued cautiously with the massage he had planned after her denial of her panic attack. He passed his hand over her right shoulder and down her side to rest on her hip. Then he pressed gently, stretching her skin across her ass, adding slightly to her discomfort there. He breathed in deeply, closing his eyes momentarily as he experienced the foreign pleasure of having her quiet and compliant before him.
Noah continued, drawing his hand down further down her leg, before running back upwards over her inner thigh. Her legs were still relatively close together, but he didn't make any effort to part them. He passed over her pussy with the slightest of touches as he ran his fingers up her spine. He felt her hips twist as she pressed into the bed. He lowered his head down and kissed her back. He left a few short, gentle kisses before twisting her hips to turn her over to face upwards.
Marcella's nipples were hard, her breasts swollen with arousal. She arched her back, trying to tempt him into touching them, but he resisted the temptation she offered him. She almost whimpered as his hand moved lower to rest over her belly. He slid his fingers across her stomach a few times, lowering towards her pussy with each pass, making her give voice to her whimper when he stopped his hand just about her mound. Resisting the urge to move her body again to tempt him and show what she wanted, she gazed up into his heated eyes as he slipped a finger downwards, between her lips and over her clit, delving lower, seeking her wet core.
Noah glided his finger through her wetness, easily parting her lips as he pressed in. There was no resistance as he felt her legs and thighs relax outwards to let him in as he delved deeply into her. He curled his finger inwards, finding the little spongy area inside her, pressing upwards. His thumb was resting over her clit. He held his hand still, applying pressure, knowing that she would be fighting the need to move against his fingers. She began to rotate her hips in small movements making him give her a stern look again as a warning.
"I am in control today. You don't move or make a sound!" He growled at her wanting to see her reaction to his strict inner Dom. He began to rotate his thumb and press his fingers against the ridged G-spot within her. Her eyes closed as she pushed her head back into the mattress and bit her lower lip. He knew that he could make her cum in seconds if he wanted, he could feel the muscles in her legs trembling, and he imagined titillating currents ran from her pussy along her nerve endings to push her closer to the edge of ecstasy.
This woman was so very different from the woman he knew as Marcella. He had to work hard to get the warrior guise of Marcella this close to orgasm. In contrast, the woman before him seemed to rise to the heights of her climax with only a little titillation. He wondered how she would react if he took her close to the edge and pulled her back, keeping her from the climax she sought. He looked for what he believed were her tells, along with her trembling legs. Her breathing, her little noises, even though he'd told her to be silent. Her lip biting, the movement of her head. Her skin tone, flushing. He needed to know if the signals that she was about to orgasm were the same if he wanted to succeed in taking complete control, even if it was only for this one time.
