Noah's Lifeline

Do you want to be a good girl for me?

Author's spiel : Happy b-day to June Geminis ! Here's a lil something before I catch my flight to Vegas ( spoiler alert!  The following chapters will have some set inVegas!)

I was disappointed with the last two chapters so it may take me longer to get higher quality chapters out for ya'll. That are thoroughly written and edited, of course!

Perfectionism >>>

Anywayyy : Y'all not ready for this... ride

Zahra's POV

You know that feeling when the dream you had was so realistic that you rush to grab your note pad and jot down every single detail before it slips your mind? I hadn't had those kind of dreams since my childhood and even then they were limited at best, most of the plot disappearing before my pen could stroke the paper.

Instead of imagination, my dreams usually consisted of things I'd put on the back burner of procrastination when I was awake which irritates me at no end.

Things like assignments, exams, meetings and my parent's heckling usually plagued my subconscious and I'd pretty much gotten used to it for long ago.

Only last night was an anomaly: I'd had the strangest dream, an unbelievable one even. In my dream, I was at a club with the girls after Lauren's party and had been dancing and drinking until the wee hours of the next day. But instead of staying with them, I was led away from the group and steered to a secluded room far enough for the music to sound like echos.

The door to the room had triple locks for security purposes and a burly bouncer outside that only nodded once at the man that had led us here. I couldn't see his face or make out any distinct features in the haze of the dream, but something inside me said he was trustworthy.

The hairs on my arms said otherwise but the haze was too heavy, too alluring.

In the room, I could see that there were LED lights lining plush couches along the walls with deep red drapes thick with the scent of cigarette smoke.

I remember coughing and asking the man to go to another room, one that was less smoky but still intimate enough.

Calloused hands had gripped my hips hard as the door swung shut- sealing me and this other person in and ultimately ignoring my request. I tried to swallow a gasp as I noticed the tinted window panels and long pole from the ceiling, forcing myself to breathe in the process.

I wasn't sure if it was out of fear or excitement as I felt as the stranger dig his strong fingers even deeper into the folds of my skin as his touch ran from the dips of my hips to my waist.

The gasp finally escaped and a burst of mores and pleases followed.

The man only laughed at my pleads as his grip traveled further to the top of my panties. Lazily drawing along the curve of the lace, only touching the outside of my opening in delicate brushes.

"Close your eyes, Zahra. I don't want any peeking until I say so." his voice shot tingles throughout my body, promising something something dark and no less than carnal - something no upstanding young woman should want.

But I did and my moral compass was glitching with each second his fingers caressed the lace and what lied beneath it.

I remember begging him to just do it already, begging him to continue the promise of his teasing- but my pleads seemed to fall on deaf ears as he retracted his fingers from the the folds of my clit and backed away from me completely.

"No.. please... you can't leave me like ....this!" I had somehow fallen to my knees and clawed my fingers towards the direction he was exiting from, crawling all the way. Yet, each crawl felt like I was deepening into quicksand before I completely fell through the floor.