The Grey- Noah Sebastian

fifteen

it's that time again..... smutty warning

*Sutton's POV*

Being without Noah feels lower every time he leaves. He does his absolute best to make me feel seen and wanted, but it does not supplement his presence enough. 

I felt like I couldn't squeeze the bear enough. Soon enough, he'd probably have to replace the heart; they probably die eventually. It was really hard for me to not be a crying mess every time he Facetimed me, and this honestly is not a large tour at all, so Lord help me when it comes time for a bigger tour. Luckily, they get back on the 28th, so I made sure to give myself the 30th and 31st off to celebrate his birthday and Halloween. The guys are throwing a huge party, and even though I'm nervous to be around a lot of people, I'm more excited to see Noah.  

He was upfront about how they were going for two weeks in November to work with their producer, and I was already dreading it. He promised that they would all be back way before Thanksgiving, so at least we can spend it with the Ruffilo's as planned.

Today was the 25th, and I could tell that everyone around me was trying to be as supportive as possible while being honest that they don't fully understand what I was going through. I tried to just focus on work while sporadically texting Noah when he reached out to me, but it's so weird how empty I can feel being away from someone I've only known for not even three months now. It's weird how strong love can be all at once. 

****

The 30th finally came and I was in my car to Richmond by 7 am. I couldn't go another second without seeing him. He knows I'll be here early, of course. He's luckily already awake and ready for me. I packed enough for three days since I close on the 1st and don't have to be there until 1, so that I can have two and a half days with him. I made it to town by 8:30 and stopped by Black Hand to grab us coffee, since I now know his order. I was at his house by 9, him at the door ready for me to grab my bag. He damn near sprinted to my car to open my door for me, engulfed me in a hug, and immediately kissed me as soon as my feet hit the pavement. I have never felt so relieved in my life. 

He only let me carry the coffees up to his room, refusing to let me help him out. He's really such a gentleman and so sweet.

*IT STARTS HERE*

I said that too soon. As soon as I set the coffees down on the desk, he spun me around and pinned me against the wall, kissing me passionately. I definitely talked about wanting to jump on him as soon as I saw him, but I didn't expect this. I loved him being more dominant and confident with me. He maneuvered my hands behind my back and holding them in place with one hand, letting his other hand hold my throat while he kissed me hungrily. I could tell that I was already weakened by his touch, already soaked. I had never ventured into anything BDSM-related, so this is me dipping my toes in, but I trust him wholeheartedly. He released his hand off my throat to push my running shorts to the floor, and with my hands pinned behind my back, I couldn't return the favor, which was definitely the intention. He let his index and middle fingers circle around my clit, stopping the kiss so that he could allow us to have our own reactions. 

He sighed and moved closer to my ear. "God, you're already so wet for me," he whispered before he started kissing my neck, making me go absolutely insane. "I'm going to take off your shirt, but I want you to put your hands behind your back right after, okay?"

"What if I don't?" I challenged, with a smirk. He pulled away, keeping my hands behind my back but stopping giving attention to my clit, making it almost hurt in longing. 

"I have plenty of ways to punish you, but I don't know if you're ready for them," he said with a darkness in his eyes that I hadn't seen before, but was so sexy and terrifying at the same time. He did as he said and released my hands to take off my shirt and bra, but as I defied, I did not go back to my position. "Okay, if you say so." He walked away for a moment to access a drawer that I hadn't seen him open before, coming back with handcuffs and a smaller paddle. He turned me around to where I was facing the wall and secured my hands above my hand, and I thought about how I was grateful that it was pyramid cuffs instead of standard metal cuffs. He traced the corner of the paddle along my spine, making my body shiver in response. I felt it smack against my ass, and honestly, it didn't hurt too bad at all. It felt kind of nice, actually. I would probably say different if it was larger. "Count," he ordered.