His Submissive (Fifteen Volume Box Set)

by Hannah Ford

“Good.” He nodded. Then he stood up and walked around to the front of the desk. He sat down on the edge so that he was mere inches from where I was sitting. He didn’t say anything for a moment. I looked down at the floor and twisted my hands in my lap. “Stop fidgeting,” he commanded. My hands settled. “Look me in the eye.”

  I looked at him. The electricity that flowed through me felt all-consuming, a surge that took my breath away. His closeness was intoxicating. I could still feel his hands on me, his dick inside me, his fingers, his mouth, his presence, his dominance.

  “I have your discretion?” he repeated again.

  “Yes.” I nodded.

  “In all things?”

  “Of course.” If he was talking about what had happened in the alley, he didn’t have to worry about me saying anything. There was no way I was going to admit that to anyone.

  “Good.” He reached out and took my hand, turning it over to inspect my wrist. The X was still there.

  I tried to snatch my hand back, embarrassed. But he held me tight. “You left the X,” he said.

  “I didn’t have a chance to wash it off.” The pad of his thumb traced a slow circle over my pulse point, and I was afraid he’d be able to tell how fast my heart was beating.

  He raised his gaze to mine, looking at me from under lowered lids. “That means you’re still mine.”

  “Oh.” I tried to take my wrist back, and this time, he let me. “I…”

  “Stand up, please,” he said.

  It was automatic. I stood up. He looked me up and down, his eyes stormy, like maybe he was displeased with me. And even though it made no sense, even though I hardly even knew this man, in that moment, all I wanted to do was please him.

  “Bend over,” he said.

  “Excuse me?” I spluttered.

  He stood up from the desk and began to roll up his sleeves. “Bend over the desk, please,” he said.

  Fear and excitement pulsed through me. Was he going to fuck me again? I wanted him to so badly. My body was already ready, my nipples hard, my panties starting to get wet. But if I fucked him, there would be no way I could work with him.

  “Mr. Cutler,” I said. “I don’t… that wouldn’t be appropriate.”

  “Now you’re worried about being appropriate, Ms. Holloway?” he asked. He moved close to me, so close I could feel his breath against my cheek. “After what we did earlier?”

  “That was.. that was different.” My resolve was melting, and I tried to take a step away from him. He had that same spicy scent of mint and expensive cologne.

  “How?”

  “That was before I was working for you.”

  “You’re not working for me yet,” he said simply. “I still have to call Worthington to let him know I’m comfortable with you.”

  I stared at him in shock. Was he seriously saying that if I didn’t sleep with him, if I didn’t let him take me over the desk, that he wasn’t going to hire me? I’d heard about this kind of thing happening, and even though I’d had the sense that my male law school classmates had been taken more seriously than I had, I had never been so blatantly propositioned like this.

  And I didn’t care if it meant my law school career was over. I had my boundaries. And no matter how badly I wanted him, I wouldn’t be made to feel like my job depended on my willingness to have sex.

  “I won’t be working for you, Mr. Cutler,” I said, squaring my shoulders. “Thank you for your consideration. Good luck with your case.”

  I turned and walked out of the room, tears of humiliation burning at my eyes.

  When I got to the reception area, Josh was gone, and the receptionist was no longer at her desk.

  Maybe Josh had gone downstairs. But when I got outside, there was no sign of him. And no sign of the car that had brought us here.

  Great.

  As I began to scan the street for a cab, my cell phone started to ring.

  “Charlotte,” the voice on the other end said. “It’s Worthington.”

  “Professor,” I said, struggling to keep my voice steady. “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t trying to –”

  “I’m not sure what you said to Cutler, but he raved about you. Great job. He wants you on the case.”

  “Oh.” I swallowed. Was it possible Noah Cutler had decided that since I’d stood up for myself that he should hire me after all? “That’s great. I’m so glad. Um, is there anything Josh and I can do tonight?”

  “No,” he said. “Josh isn’t going to be working with him. Cutler didn’t get a good vibe.”

  “Oh.” My mouth went dry. “So it’s just me then?”

  “Yes,” he said. “Just you.”

  “Okay. Um, is there anything I should do?”

  “No, not right now. He hasn’t been charged. But Noah Cutler is his own worst enemy. We’re going to have to keep an eye on him, make sure he doesn’t mess up his own case. You got it?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  There was a call coming in on my other line, so I said a quick goodbye to Worthington and answered the call.

  “Charlotte?” It was Noah Cutler. I recognized the voice immediately. Smooth, husky, with just a touch of amusement.

  “How did you get this number?”

  “I’ve heard you’ve been tasked with the job of making sure I don’t get into trouble.”

  “Yes,” I said, deciding to try to be professional. “You need to make sure you stay out of this, that you let Professor Worthington take care of things.” I hoped I sounded like I knew what I was talking about. I wished I knew more about the case, but if I’d learned anything these past few months, it was that people thought law students were better seen and not heard.

  The door to the office opened, and Noah Cutler came walking out. He hung up his phone and gave me that grin. “Oh, good,” he said. “You’re still here.”

  “Did you send the car away?” How was he doing all of this?

  “Yes. That other kid was worthless.”

  “Well, thanks,” I said, annoyed. “Now I have no way home.”

  “You’re not going home,” Noah said. I noticed for the first time there was a long black coat slung over his arm, and he was holding a briefcase.

  “Then where am I going? “ I asked.

  “With me.”

  “Where?”

  “To my apartment.”

  “No.” I shook my head. “I’m not having sex with you.”

  He shook his head at me, like he couldn’t believe I would be so presumptuous. “No one said anything about having sex, Charlotte. But you heard Worthington, I need to be watched. Otherwise I’m going to get myself into trouble.” His eyes blazed, and a heady mix of heat and desire shot through my body. “I’m going to need 24/7 supervision.”

  His intent was clear. He wanted me to come back to his apartment. For what, thought? What was he going to be doing that could get him into so much trouble?

  Worthington’s words echoed through my head. Noah Cutler is his own worst enemy. We’re going to have to keep an eye on him, make sure he doesn’t mess up his own case.

  “That’s impossible,” I said to Noah now, shoving my chin into the air. “I can’t be around you twenty-four seven.”

  “Why not?” He moved forward, reached out and traced a line down my chin, over my lips, down my collarbone.

  His eyes blazed, cool and icy blue. God, he was gorgeous. I’d never seen a man this gorgeous up close before. I’d had sex with him! He’d seen my half naked, he’d been inside me.

  I felt my face flame.

  Noah leaned forward, his face just inches from mine. “Are you thinking about what we did earlier, Charlotte?” he rasped. “Because I am.”

  I shook my head. “No,” I lied. “I’m not thinking about what we did earlier.”

  “You’re not?” he pressed. “You’re not thinking about what it felt like to kiss me, how your body felt against mine, how my hands felt on you?” He was moving closer now, his lips just inches from mine. “Because I haven’t been ab
le to stop thinking about it.”

  The pad of his thumb ran over my bottom lip, and the sensation drove me almost insane with lust.

  “Come back to my apartment,” he said. “We can do whatever you want.”

  “Whatever I want?” I repeated.

  “Promise,” he said. “We’ll do whatever you want.”

  I knew it was a lie. Noah Cutler wasn’t the kind of man who gave up control to anyone. He made the rules. He knew it. I knew it. And we both knew I was going to go back to his apartment with him anyway.

  By the time we got there, I’d gotten control of myself. I’d had the chance to compose myself, and my heart had slowed just a tiny bit.

  We took the elevator up to Noah’s apartment, on the 39th floor of an ultra-exclusive building right in Midtown.

  “I’m not going to sleep with you again,” I said as the elevator began its ascent. “It would be extremely unprofessional of me.”

  “Charlotte,” Noah said again, sighing. I still loved the way he said my name. “Why do you keep alluding to the fact that we’re going to be sleeping together? I haven’t said any such thing.”

  “You said you couldn’t stop thinking about what we did earlier.”

  “You mean when I lifted your dress and fucked you in public?”

  “Yes.” I should have been offended that he was saying the words out loud, but all they did was turn me on.

  When we stepped off the elevator into the hallway, Noah stopped outside the door to his apartment. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.

  “Do what?”

  “Come inside.”

  “Why wouldn’t I?”

  “Because I’m about to be arrested for murder.”

  “Did you do it?”

  “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

  I rolled my eyes. “If you’re saying that, it means you didn’t.”

  He unlocked the door and pushed it open, and we walked into his apartment. “Nice place,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant. Everything was gorgeous, done in shades of dark brown and light blue, all leather and cream and softness. Huge windows gave an expansive view of the city, and the lights outside twinkled in the darkness.

  “Thank you. Would you like a drink?”

  “No thanks.”

  He moved to the couch and sat down, stared at me.

  I sat down on the chair across from him, and asked myself again what the hell I was doing there. I’d been trying to justify it by telling myself it was because I wanted to make a good impression on Noah so that I could impress Worthington. But the truth was, right now, I didn’t give a crap about Worthington, or about law school, or anything. All I cared about was Noah.

  I wanted to kiss him again, to feel his hands on my body. It seemed a sin that I’d only had him for a little bit of time.

  “I really want to kiss you again,” he said matter-of-factly.

  “No kissing,” I said.

  “Why not?”

  “Because you might be a murderer.”

  “You really think I murdered someone?”

  “I’m not sure,” I said. I smoothed my skirt down. “I don’t know anything about the crime.”

  “Worthington didn’t tell you?”

  “No.” I shook my head.

  “Then you don’t know that I’m probably going to be arrested?”

  “I thought you were just a suspect.”

  “I’m a suspect because I’m the most likely one who did it.”

  “You don’t seem upset.”

  “I’m distracted.”

  “By what?”

  “The way your tits look in that shirt.”

  I blushed at the way he just said things that were so blatantly sexual like that. Cock. Tits. Pussy. The words were foreign to me. Of course I’d heard them before, but usually only in movies. I certainly didn’t hear them every day, and I certainly didn’t say them.

  “Will you stand up for me?” Noah asked. “I want to look at your body.”

  I stood up.

  “Turn around.”

  I turned around. I loved that he was looking at me, that he was being so blatant about the fact that he was looking at me.

  “God, you are sexy,” he breathed. “You’re getting my cock hard just looking at you.”

  “Noah,” I said. “This is not … I mean, we really shouldn’t be.”

  “Do you want to stop?”

  I shook my head.

  “Good. Turn around.”

  I turned around.

  “Now bend over.”

  I bent over just a tiny bit.

  “All the way,” Noah commanded. “All the way down and grab your ankles.” I did as I was told, feeling the cool air hit the bare skin of my ass. I was wearing a black thong, not the kind of thing I would usually wear, but when I wore a skirt, I was always afraid of panty lines.

  “You are so fucking sexy,” Noah rasped. “Come here. Come to me.”

  I got up and crossed the room to him, and he pulled me into his lap. His hand slid up my thigh, pushing my skirt with it.

  His other hand slid up to the back of my head, and pushed me toward him. “I’m going to fuck you again, Charlotte,” he said. I could feel his cock hard against me, and I moaned. “This time I’m going to fuck you for a long time. Do you think you can handle it?”

  “Yes,” I breathed.

  “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

  “I want you to fuck me,” I said. “Please, I need you to fuck me.”

  “Say my name.” He dipped a finger into my mouth and I sucked on it softly, watching his eyes blaze as I did it.

  “Fuck me, Noah,” I whispered. “Please, I want you to fuck me.”

  He kissed me then, softly, which was a surprise after all the dirty things he’d been saying to me. His tongue was warm and perfect, his mouth exploring mine, probing hungrily.

  I pushed myself against the hardness of his dick, but just like he had earlier, he reached out and held my hips, stopping me. “No,” he said. “You don’t get to control this. I do. And we’re going to go nice and slow.”

  He began to unbutton my shirt, stopping as soon as my breasts were exposed. He ran a finger over my cleavage.

  “I’m going to explore every single inch of these hot, sexy curves of yours. Do you understand that, Charlotte?”

  “Yes,” I said. I was dripping now, so turned on that I was afraid I might come without him even touching me.

  He stood up, his hands grabbing at my ass. I wrapped my legs around him and he picked me up like it was nothing, like I was as light as a feather. I buried my face into his shoulder.

  I hesitated for a just a second, right before he brought me into his bedroom.

  If I did this, if I fucked him, there was no turning back.

  On the street earlier, yes, it was dirty and out of character, but I didn’t know him then. Now I knew exactly who he was – someone I knew in a professional capacity, someone who was going to be a client, if not of mine, then at least of mine tangentially.

  And he could have been a murderer.

  I knew nothing about him, except that I’d let him fuck me in an alley, and I wanted him to fuck me again. I wanted him to bury his cock deep inside me, to explore every inch of my body the way he said he was going to.

  The thought of him not doing that was almost unbearable.

  He opened his bedroom door and laid me down on his huge bed. I sunk into the sheets, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

  “Are you ready for this, Charlotte?” he asked me, pushing my hair back from my face. He kissed me tenderly, his body on top of mine.

  “Yes,” I said. “Yes, I’m ready.”

  He stood up and unbuttoned the top of his shirt, pulled his tie off and used it to tie my wrists to the bed.

  His hands slid over my body, over my tits, my hips, my ass. His gaze never left mine.

  I was totally his to do with what he pleased, naked and bound, totally helpless.

  I held my breath
and waited.

  Noah

  She was in over her head.

  I wanted her more than I’d wanted any woman in my life.

  But she wasn’t ready for me and the kind of demons that tormented my soul.

  I should have left her alone.

  But I just couldn’t help myself.

  END OF BOOK ONE

  What He Craves (What He Wants, Book Two)

  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.

  But I didn’t care.

  I wanted her to submit to me, to do whatever I asked of her. She stared up at me eagerly, her eyes big and wide, her skin soft and supple. She wanted to please me, and that made my cock about ready to explode. But I needed to take this slow. The things I wanted from her needed to be approached delicately.

  “Are you wet?” I asked her.

  She nodded.

  “Do you want me to make you come?”

  She groaned again, her hips writhing on the bed.

  “No, Charlotte.” I reached my hands out and held her steady. “Stay still.”