His Submissive (Fifteen Volume Box Set) Page 19

  “Charlotte,” he said.

  My breath came in short gasps, and I almost didn’t even trust myself to talk. “Yes,” I whimpered.

  “Say ‘red’ if you want to stop,” he whispered, and then he was gone again.

  He left me like that for God knows how long. It felt like forever. The whole time, my body was on fire, my pussy so wet it was almost unbelievable. At one point, I thought I might be losing my mind.

  I knew he had to still be in the room, because I hadn’t heard the door open. But I couldn’t be sure of it. I couldn’t be sure if he’d left me there, or when he was going to come back.

  I pulled on the restraints experimentally, just to see if perhaps they had any give. But they were strong and metal, and I wasn’t going anywhere. I moved my head a little to the side, seeing if perhaps the blindfold would slip down. But his tie was around me tight, and it wouldn’t budge.

  The room smelled of sex and Noah, and that, coupled with the fact that I was tied up spread eagle on his desk made me hornier than should have been legal. It was torturous.

  I began to beg.

  “Please, Noah,” I whined. “Please fuck me.”

  But it didn’t work.

  “Please,” I whispered. “Please, I need you to fuck me.”

  I wriggled around on the desk, going out of my mind, trying to rub myself against the wood just to get some relief. I loved that he had me here, naked and wanting, unable to do anything about it. And the more he made me wait, the hornier I got.

  And then suddenly, with no warning, I felt his mouth on my pussy.

  He kissed me between my legs, deep and hard, wasting no time as his tongue pushed gently against my clit.

  “Oh my God,” I breathed, my orgasm threatening to overtake me already. My center convulsed, tightening around his tongue, and he pulled back.

  “Not yet,” he growled.

  He pulled his mouth away from me, but replaced it with his finger. I moaned as he curled it inside of me and rubbed against my g-spot. He fucked me with his finger, in and out, slowly and rhythmically. I began to move my hips in concert with his movements, and this time, he didn’t stop me.

  A second finger slid inside of me, my pussy stretching out around his fingers. And then his mouth was on my clit, his tongue warm and wet, as he sucked my clit and fucked my hole at the same time.

  “Oh, God, Noah,” I moaned. “Please, don’t stop.”

  He let me writhe and moan as much as I wanted, and though I’d thought that being able to move would make it better, all it did was drive me more crazy.

  His mouth moved all over my pussy, slow and deep, his fingers moving in a rhythmic motion in time with his tongue. Just as I was about to come, he pulled away from me, teasing me again.

  I felt him move to the other side of the desk, heard a drawer opening and the sound of something being pulled out.

  “Noah,” I breathed. “Please….”

  I felt him again, back in between my legs, only this time, he wasn’t licking me. Instead, he spread me open and I felt something soft against my ass.

  “Charlotte,” he whispered. He was standing in between my legs, and his hand moved over my face. “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes,” I squeaked out as his hand moved down, lingering on my neck for a moment. He kept it there as he slid what I assumed was a butt plug slowly into my ass.

  “Oh,” I gasped, as I felt my ass spread around it. The pain was sharp, but didn’t last long, and a second later, the pressure felt amazing.

  Noah’s hand was still on my neck as he pushed the plug deeper inside of me, and I knew it was a test – those girls had been strangled. I was being forced to trust him, to not move or tell him to stop when his hand was on my neck.

  I loved the feeling of being at his mercy, so helpless, bound and blindfolded, having him fill me and touch me wherever he wanted.

  After another minute, the butt plug was completely inside of me, and Noah’s grip on my throat tightened just a tiny bit.

  Still, I stayed quiet.

  I trust you, I thought. I trust you, Noah.

  Then his hand was gone and I heard the sound of him unbuttoning his pants. He was done teasing, done wasting time as he entered my pussy in one quick thrust. Having something in both of my holes multiplied the pleasure, sending waves of ecstasy through me.

  His body fell on top of mine, his hands grabbing me and pulling my knees up as he fucked me hard and deep. His lips pressed against mine as he pumped his cock into me.

  “Noah,” I said. “Please, Noah, can I come?”

  “Tell me how good it feels.”

  “It feels amazing, Noah, please.”

  “What does?”

  “Being filled in both holes.”

  He groaned, pumping into me harder and faster. “Come for me,” he breathed.

  I came, crying out, my nails digging into his back as his cock kept pumping inside of me. My pussy clamped onto him as my orgasm rippled through my body, pulsing through me in long waves.

  “I’m going to come all over you,” he growled, pulling his dick out of me.

  He reached down and slowly, torturously, pulled the plug out of my ass. A second later I felt a hot shot of cum hit my clit, then another hit my asshole. Two more shots hit my slit, and a final shot hit my ass cheeks.

  I loved that he’d come all over me, loved that he’d made me his in that way. I was tied up and dirty, covered in him, and I couldn’t imagine anything more exciting.

  He reached down and removed his tie from my eyes, then kissed me softly.

  “Hi,” he said, his eyes finally meeting mine.

  “Hi.”

  “I think,” he said slowly, stroking my cheek. “Charlotte, I think I’m falling in love with you.”

  My breath caught in my chest. It was the first time he’d said anything remotely like that, the first time he’d even hinted at anything like that.

  “I think I’m falling in love with you, too,” I said.

  What I didn’t say was that I was terrified.

  A few minutes later, I was in the private bathroom directly off Noah’s office, cleaning up before I had to head to class. I wondered what Professor Worthington was going to think when I sent him an email summarizing what little I’d learned from Noah. I wondered if I could get Noah to tell me anything else before I left, or if he’d perhaps let me come back after class to talk to him more.

  I was wrestling my tangled hair into a ponytail when my cell phone began ringing.

  I rummaged through my bag until I found it.

  Unknown Number.

  I almost didn’t answer it. I was this close to being late for class, and I tended not to answer unknown numbers because they were usually telemarketers.

  But for some reason, I picked up.

  “Hello?”

  There was a pause on the other end of the line, the kind of pause that almost sounded like dead air. I was about to hang up, thinking it was definitely a telemarketer, when a computerized voice came through the line.

  “Charlotte Holloway?” it asked.

  “I’m not interested,” I said, not sure why, since obviously a computer couldn’t understand me.

  I started to end the call, but before I could the voice said, “Charlotte, don’t hang up.”

  I realized then that it wasn’t a computer. It was a voice that was being manipulated in some way, put through some kind of distorter.

  “Who is this?” I asked.

  “A friend.”

  “A friend?”

  “Yes, Charlotte. A friend. Someone who’s looking out for you.” The voice was male, not exactly creepy, but still scary, if only for the fact that it was so obviously attempting to be disguised.

  “Josh?” I demanded. “Is that you?”

  “No.”

  “Then who is this?”

  “You need to find a man named Audi James. He can help you, Charlotte.”

  “What?” My heart was starting to beat fast in my chest, an
d I looked toward the bathroom door, wondering if I should call for Noah.

  “Things aren’t exactly what they seem, Charlotte. Trust no one.”

  “What?” I asked desperately, pushing the phone tight against my ear, as if that would help me figure out who was on the other end of the line. “What does that mean?”

  “It means that if you want the truth about who killed those women, you need to go to Force. Look for Audi James. He’ll help you, Charlotte. Trust no one.”

  “And what do I –”

  But the line went dead.

  I stared at the phone in disbelief, almost willing it to ring again.

  After a moment, I put it back into my bag and walked back into Noah’s office.

  He was at his desk, looking over some papers.

  He looked up when he saw me. “Everything okay?”

  I opened my mouth to tell him what had just happened.

  Trust no one.

  “Yeah,” I said finally. “I’m fine.”

  “Will we be still be attending your stepfather’s birthday party tonight?”

  My stepfather’s birthday party. I’d forgotten all about it. Noah had agreed to go with me.

  I raised my chin in the air. “No,” I said, shaking my head. “I want to go to Force.”

  NOAH

  She said it with such conviction, but her voice betrayed just a hint of weakness.

  “You want to go where?” I asked.

  “Force.”

  She adjusted her bag on her shoulder and pushed her hair back from her face.“No,” I said. “We’re going to your stepfather’s party.” I pulled my wallet out and walked over to her, handed her a credit card. “Here.”

  “What’s this?”

  “Your new card.” She ran her fingers over the letters. CHARLOTTE HOLLOWAY was spelled out in raised silver type.

  “You got me a credit card?”

  “It’s hooked up to my account. Buy yourself something for tonight. Something sexy that I can rip off you later.”

  She stared at the card, and I could see her grappling with the implications. She nodded slowly and slipped it into her bag.

  “Noah,” she said. “Please. I want to go to Force.”

  My dick immediately got hard at the thought of things I could do to her there, the ways I could ravish her body, the techniques I could use to make it clear she was mine. But these things couldn’t be rushed. And she wasn’t ready.

  “You’re not ready.”

  I saw the look pass over her face – not lust, not disappointment, but frustration. Why was she frustrated? All she’d been talking about was not wanting our relationship to be purely based on sex, and now she was insisting we go to a hardcore BDSM club instead of a family function.

  She’s hiding something from you.

  I kept my voice even. “Force is a place you go when you’re ready to take things to the next level.”

  “I’m ready to take things to the next level.”

  I put my fingers on her chin, tilted it up so she was forced to look me in the eye. “We haven’t even gone over my expectations.”

  “Let’s go over them. Tonight. At Force.”

  She was definitely hiding something. I could read her so well already. It was part of my job to be able to read people, and I was good at it. But this was beyond that. I was falling in love with her, and it connected me to her in a way I couldn’t explain.

  “You’ll have to sign a contract,” I said.

  “What kind of contract?”

  “Committing to be my submissive.”

  “And we’ll go over your expectations for me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay.”

  I leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. “The car will pick you up at my apartment at nine o’clock.”

  “Where will you be?”

  “I have to work late.”

  She hesitated, like she wanted to say something else – perhaps that I shouldn’t be working with everything that was going on, or that I should have helped her more when it came to my case. But she decided it against it.

  “Okay,” she said. “I’ll see you then.”

  She slipped out of my office, and I stood there for a moment after she was gone, staring at the closed door.

  She was definitely hiding something from me.

  And tonight I was going to find out what it was.

  END OF BOOK SIX

  What He Hides (What He Wants, Book Seven)

  CHARLOTTE

  I stood outside Noah’s office, my hand frozen on the doorknob. I thought about going back inside. What was I thinking, demanding to go to Force just because I got some crazy phone call? I knew nothing about who was calling, knew nothing about this Audi James person I was supposed to find, nothing about who he was or how he might help me.

  You should go back in and tell Noah, I told myself. You should tell him what happened, you should confide in him. You say you trust him, so prove it.

  Aside from anything personal that was happening between Noah and I, he was my client, or at least, I was working on his case. He had the right to know exactly what was happening.

  But if I told him, he wasn’t going to take me to Force. And if I told Professor Worthington, the same thing would happen. They would insist I not go. Noah was already reluctant to take me, saying I wasn’t ready, that I wasn’t prepared for the kind of things that happened there.

  But I was ready. I wanted to go to Force with Noah, not just because of the case, but for our relationship. The idea of officially becoming his submissive, of him teaching me and testing me… it sent a warm thrill through my entire body.

  My head was spinning, my thoughts swirling around, knotting themselves into a confused tangle.

  “Can I help you?” a voice asked. I turned around to see a smartly dressed woman in a grey suit standing next to me in the hallway. She looked down at my hand, which was still on Noah’s door, and frowned. “Are you here to see Mr. Cutler?”

  “No.” I shook my head. “No, I just… I was just leaving.”

  I made my way down the hall.

  If I didn’t hurry, I was going to be late for class.

  When I got outside the building, Noah’s car was parked against the curb, ready and waiting to take me to campus.

  I hesitated. I wanted to be able to use my iPad to google Audi James. And something about doing that while Noah’s driver sat a couple of feet away from me felt like a risk.

  So I turned away from the car and began walking toward the subway. I was clutching my phone in my hand, almost afraid to put it in my bag in case my anonymous caller called back.

  Sure enough, as soon as I got onto the train platform, my phone rang.

  My heart leapt into my throat as I checked the caller ID.

  But it wasn’t Anonymous.

  It was Noah.

  “Hi,” I said.

  There was a long pause. “Charlotte,” Noah said, his voice careful and even. “Jared tells me you didn’t take the car.”

  “Um, no,” I said. “I didn’t. I’m taking the subway.”

  “The subway is not an acceptable mode of transportation for you, Charlotte. I thought I’d made that perfectly clear.”

  “You did, but…I don’t know, that car is too stuffy. It’s nice out, I felt like it would be nice to walk to the station.”

  “If the car is too uncomfortable for you, we can replace it.”

  “No, it’s not the car. It’s just… I don’t know, I just felt like being normal for once.”

  “You’re not normal, Charlotte. You’re extraordinary, and I need to protect you at all costs. Do you understand?”

  “Yes. I’m sorry, Noah.” My pulse quickened at the tone in his voice – stern and admonishing, the kind of tone that made me wonder if he was thinking about punishing me.

  “Defying me needs to be paid for,” he said, his voice husky and dark. “There will be consequences for your behavior, Charlotte.”

  “I unders
tand.” Heat flew through my body in short little bursts that almost seemed to move in time with my heartbeat. They settled in between my legs, and I felt myself getting wet.

  “When you’re done with class, please call me. I will have Jared pick you up and bring you back to my apartment.”

  “I’m going to the library after class,” I said. “So I can write up my report for Professor Worthington.”

  “Good bye, Charlotte,” he said.

  And then he hung up.

  I stared at the phone in my hand, frustrated. What was that supposed to mean? Did he want me to call after I was done at the library? Or did he want me to call after class and not go to the library? I felt like the rules of his game were ambiguous and fluid, always changing and morphing, making it impossible to keep up.

  The train was pulling into the station, and I boarded the car quickly, sliding into a seat and immediately pulling out my iPad.

  There was a middle-aged man sitting on my right with his legs spread wide open, a bag of cheese popcorn on his lap. He munched loudly, and I did my best to angle myself away from him. The New York City Subway Authority had just put up new signs explaining good subway etiquette. There was literally a poster over our heads that showed a stick figure sitting in the exact same position as the man next to me, with a big red X through it, indicating you shouldn’t do it.

  I tried to tamp down my annoyance as I pulled up my internet browser.

  I typed “Audi James” into google and waited. The service was spotty down here, and it took a moment for the page to load. I held my breath, crossing my fingers that I’d find the information I was looking for. What if Audi James had no internet presence? What if he was one of those the rare people without a facebook page or a linkedin or an online wedding announcement?

  Or, worse, what if there was no Audi James? What if whoever called me phone didn’t know what they were talking about, or had done it just to fuck with me? Josh’s face popped into my mind again, the way he’d just stood there outside my room after what I’d seen him doing, the way he’d denied it to Julia, even though I’d caught him red-handed.