by Hannah Ford
I traced my fingertip over her nipple, and she moaned.
“Shhhh,” I commanded, pressing my finger to her lips. “Quiet.”
She bit her bottom lip and kept quiet, showing me could take an order. I wondered what else I could force her to do, how far she would let me take things. The urge to pull my belt off and lash her bare ass with it pulsed through me. My hands tightened on her wrists, and I was this close to pushing her to knees and lashing her, hard, but I stopped myself.
Don’t hurt her.
The need to protect her wrestled with my need to dominate her.
My cock was rock hard, and I needed the release, needed to come in her, on her, needed to fuck her before I did something I would regret.
I turned her around so that she was facing the building, then pushed her up against the wall until her cheek hit the coarse brick.
Her hands were still above her head, and I reached up and grabbed the candy bracelet around her wrist. I pulled the elastic band into a figure eight, and slipped the loop around her other wrist, effectively tying her hands together.
I tugged tightly on the elastic, using it to hold her in place.
My other hand reached down and pushed up her dress. I pulled her panties to the side. Her tight little pussy was already wet, just as I’d imagined it to be, and the sheer fabric of her panties clung to her pussy lips.
“My God,” she gasped as the night air hit her bare pussy.
My cock twitched at her disobedience – I’d told her to be quiet -- and I resisted the urge to spank her hard on the ass, to tug her hair, or to push her to the ground and shove my cock down her throat.
I slid a finger into her tight pussy, and she clenched around me. “You’re wet for me. You’ve been wet for me since I drew that X on you, haven’t you?” I pulled the makeshift rope around her wrists tighter. “Weren’t you?”
“Yes,” she managed.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I was wet for you since you drew on me at the bar.”
Her back was arched, and I looked down at her hot little ass. It was curvy and perfect, and I couldn’t take it another second. I needed to fuck her before I exploded.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” I breathed into her ear. And then I pushed into her, past the resistance of her snug pussy, my rock hard cock filling her in one full stroke. She tried to push back, to take me inside of her, and I but he grabbed the bracelet and pulled her arms back, shoving my body up against hers, letting her know that I was in charge.
I fucked her hard, in and out, faster and faster, making her take every inch of me.
The whole time I was looking at her ass, watching it bounce, watching my cock as it thrust in and out. She was so wet, and soon my shaft was covered in her juices. I knew she was turned on because of how rough I was being with her. And yet I was so restrained, knowing she wouldn’t be able to take what I really wanted to do to her.
Her pussy began to clench harder on my dick.
“Come for me,” I commanded, and no sooner were the words out of my mouth then she did come for me, her pussy tightening around my cock.
I gave her three more pumps until I felt myself explode inside of her, and I held her tight to me as I got off inside of her, making her take every shot of my cum, filling her with it.
I held her up against the wall for another moment before releasing her. There were marks on her wrists where the elastic of the bracelet had cut into her delicate skin. The sight of it made the blood rush back to my dick. And yet pulsing underneath that need was something even more disturbing, at least to me – the idea that I wanted to wrap my arms around her, take her back to my apartment, and tuck her into my bed.
I brushed her my hair to the side and kissed her softly on the back of the neck.
“What’s your name?” I asked her, unable to stop myself. I knew her name, but I wanted to hear her say it, as if it made her more real somehow, as if it made her more mine.
“Charlotte. Charlotte Holloway.”
“Charlotte,” I repeated the word in wonder.
Then I summoned my strength and left her.
I could still feel her on me, could still feel her pussy snug around my dick.
I needed to distract myself, needed to get her out of my head.
I went for a run, my legs pumping as my sneakers hit the sidewalks of New York, but it didn’t help. Nothing helped.
Back at my apartment, under the spray of the shower, all I could think about was her.
Her tits, her hair, her voice, the way her ass bounced while I fucked her.
Her pussy had been so tight, and I’d bet her ass was even tighter. I imagined how it would feel to slide into it, spreading her around me.
I fisted my cock, jerking myself as I thought about her smooth skin, the backs of her creamy thighs, the sounds she would make if I buried my face between her legs.
When I came, I imagined her laid out on the bed, her body red and raw from the whip of a cane, a belt, my hand.
I imagined standing beside her, her breath coming quickly, the effort of her arousal making her tits jiggle as I exploded over her, covering her light brown areolas with ropes of sticky cum.
When my shower was over, I dressed, but my release was short lived. I still felt restless.
I paced around my apartment, ending up at my laptop, where I googled her name. I was just about to click on her facebook page when my phone rang.
I checked the caller ID, feeling extremely impatient.
Colin Worthington.
My lawyer.
I sent the call to voicemail, but my phone immediately rang again.
I sighed. “Cutler,” I barked into the receiver.
“Noah,” Colin said.
“What do you want, Colin? It’s late.” I clicked on her page. Dammit. It was private, accessible to friends only. I didn’t have my own facebook page, and if I did I sure as hell wasn’t going to try to friend her. I didn’t have time for such nonsense.
“Were you sleeping?” Colin asked.
“No.” My tone was short, but I didn’t care. I opened up the google search bar and typed in her name. But there were a million Charlotte Holloways. Perhaps my private investigator would have better luck.
“There’s no easy way to say this…” Colin said.
“Just spit it out.”
“Dani DeClair.”
“What about her?” My stomach clenched. Dani was an ex-girlfriend. Well, an ex sub. I didn’t do the girlfriend thing.
“She’s dead. They found her body a couple of hours ago.”
My hand tightened around the phone, and I did everything I could to make sure that my voice was devoid of any emotion. Emotions would not serve me well right now.
“And?”
“And they think you did it. At least, according to my source at the police station.”
“So?” It was to be expected. Dani was a nice girl, but the kinds of things we’d done together definitely weren’t…. mainstream.
“So? So you could be arrested for murder, Noah.”
Again I struggled to keep my grip on my emotions.
“The police will want to talk to you. We should plan what you’re going to say, we should strategize.”
“Whatever.”
“We should meet tonight.”
“I’m busy tonight.”
“Noah, come on –”
I sighed. “Fine. What do you want to do?”
“Let me get some students on this, let me get them to come up with some questions we might be asked, pull some case law. I’ll start putting together a team. I can come over and --”
“I’ll need to meet them.” Colin was a law professor, one of those do-gooder types who was always trying to give back. He always wanted to put students on cases so they could get real word experience or some bullshit.
“Who?”
“The students.”
“They’re just students, Noah, they’re –”
“I’ll need t
o meet them.”
“When?”
“Tonight.” As much as I didn’t want to deal with this, I knew I had to. If the police found out that… well, that was a place I didn’t want to go. And meeting some stupid law students would hopefully clear my mind. “Send them to my office. I’ll meet them there in an hour.”
“But –”
“Goodbye, Colin.”
I hung up the phone and called my driver.
I went to the office and ninety minutes later, the students arrived.
The first one was an idiot named Josh. He tried to act cocky in an effort to make up for his obvious insecurity and incompetence. If this was the best that our law schools had to offer, then our country was in big trouble.
I asked him a few questions, going along with the ridiculous charade, hen sent him on his way.
A few moments later, there was a tentative knock on the door. I was a big believer in the fact that a knock could tell you as much about someone as a handshake. A weak, tentative knock was as bad as a limp, ineffectual handshake.
“Come in,” I called, bored.
And then suddenly, there she was, in my doorway.
Charlotte. Charlotte Holloway. It was if I’d dreamed her to life, as if my wishes and thoughts about her had brought her here to me.
I didn’t believe in signs, but fuck if this wasn’t insane.
My breath caught in my chest at her beauty. I hadn’t imagined it, the way I felt about her. She was just as gorgeous, just as pure as I remembered.
She walked toward my desk carefully. She looked nervous. She’d changed since I’d seen her, into a black skirt that showed off her shapely legs, and a white blouse. She’d buttoned it to the top, as if that would do something to hide her huge tits.
If she became mine, I would dress her in all kinds of deliciously slutty outfits, outfits that showed off her tits and ass, outfits that allowed me access to that snug little cunt of hers.
“Your name?” I asked. I leaned back in my chair and tried to keep my pulse rate under control as she took a seat in front of my desk. I hadn’t been planning on pretending I didn’t know her. But that need inside of me, the need to protect her, was winning out over the other part of me, the part that wanted to spank her until she screamed. It was a way for me to keep me from losing control and taking out my need for domination on her body.
She cleared her throat and tugged at the bottom of her skirt. “Mr. Cutler, I think we… I just want you to know that –”
“What. Is. Your. Name?” I growled.
“Charlotte.” Her face burned with humiliation.
“Well, Charlotte,” I said. “I’m sure Worthington has briefed you on my case?”
“Not… I mean, he just told us you might be charged with murder.”
Good. The less she knew about me and the things I had done, the better. “Yes.” I nodded. “And I can count on your complete discretion as it pertains this matter?” And anything else I might do to you? I wanted to add, but didn’t.
“Yes. Yes, of course.”
“Good.” I stood up and walked around to the front of the desk. I sat down on the edge so that I was mere inches from where she was sitting. I didn’t say anything for a moment, and she looked down at the floor and twisted her hands in her lap. “Stop fidgeting,” I commanded. Her hands settled. “Look me in the eye.”
She looked at me, and I remembered the taste of her mouth on mine.
“I have your discretion?” I repeated again.
“Yes.” I nodded.
“In all things?”
She hesitated, the confusion clouding her eyes. She wasn’t sure if I was talking about the case, or about what we’d done, but she must have been hungry to get into Colin Worthington’s good graces, because she nodded. “Of course.”
“Good.” I reached out and took her hand, inspecting her wrist. The X I’d marked her with was still there. It was just the start. There were dirtier words I could write on her, dirtier things I could do to her than what we’d done in the alley. Submissive. Bad. Slut.
As if she could read my dirty thoughts, she tried to pull her hand back from mine, but I gripped her tighter, not allowing her out of my grasp. “You left the X.”
“I didn’t have a chance to wash it off,” she said defiantly. It was an excuse. She wanted it on her, and we both knew it. I traced a slow circle over her pulse point, and I could feel how fast it was, how turned on she was, how nervous and intimidated.
“That means you’re still mine.”
“Oh.” She tried to take her wrist back, and this time, I let her “I…”
But I was over the niceties and the pretending. Her body was too ripe, too perfect, too innocent.
“Stand up, please.”
She stood up without asking questions, almost like she was on autopilot. It boded well for our future, the fact that she could take direction so well, that she was so willing to do what I wanted. My eyes raked up her body, desperate to bruise her.
“Bend over.”
“Excuse me?”
I stood up and began to roll up my sleeves. “Bend over the desk, please,” I repeated.
“Mr. Cutler,” she said, and her hands twisted in front of her. She was flustered, and I loved it. “I don’t… that wouldn’t be appropriate.”
“Now you’re worried about being appropriate, Ms. Holloway?” I asked her incredulously. I stepped toward her, so close that my lips were almost against hers. “After what we did earlier?”
“That was.. that was different.”
She took a step back from me, but I pushed forward. “How?” I asked.
“That was before I was working for you.”
“You’re not working for me yet,” I said simply. “I still have to call Worthington to let him know I’m comfortable with you.” It was borderline blackmail, extortion -- definitely sexual harassment. But my need for her was clouding my brain.
My eyes widened in shock at her brazenness. Her breathing quickened, and she took in a deep breath, as if she was steadying herself.
“I won’t be working for you, Mr. Cutler,” she said finally, squaring her shoulders. “Thank you for your consideration. Good luck with your case.”
She turned and walked out of the room.
I was stunned at her resolve.
But all it did was make me want her more. It would make it that much more sweet.
I thought about chasing her and dragging her back into my office by her hair, but I thought that might be going too far.
I picked up the phone and sent the car away, the one I knew was waiting to take her home. Hopefully it would take that useless Josh person with it.
Then I called Colin Worthington.
“Noah,” he said when he answered.
“I want her on the case.”
“Who?”
“Charlotte.” Her name alone made my dick hard.
“Charlotte Holloway?”
“Yes. I’ll need her phone number, her email. I want her available to me 24/7.”
“And Josh?”
My jaw clenched at the thought of that asshole being around Charlotte, working with her, watching her, letting his eyes linger on that delicious round ass of hers. “No.”
“But he’s –”
“Charlotte’s phone number, please,” I barked.
Worthington rattled off the number.
“Please let her know immediately she will need to clear her schedule for my case.”
I ended the call with Worthington, then took my suit jacket off the back of my chair and slid it on. I waited for a few minutes, letting him call her and break the news that she would be in charge of me, then dialed her number. She couldn’t have gotten far, and I strode out of my office and into the elevator.
“Hello?” Her voice was sweet, that same lilt of hesitation woven through it.
“Charlotte.”
“How did you get this number?” she demanded, and it pleased me that she recognized my voice.
“Yes,” she said, sounding prim and proper. “You need to make sure you stay out of this, that you let Professor Worthington take care of things.”
I walked through the doors and onto the sidewalk. “Oh, good,” I said, hanging up the phone. “You’re still here.”
“Did you send the car away?” she demanded.
“Yes. That other kid was worthless.”
“Well, thanks,” she said, annoyed. “Now I have no way home.”
“You’re not going home,” I said simply.
“Then where am I going?”
“With me.”
“Where?”
“To my apartment.”
“No.” She shook her head vehemently. “I’m not having sex with you.”
God, she was a spitfire. Her protests were amusing to me, considering the fact that she’d let me take her pussy in an alley a few hours ago, before she even knew my name. But I decided to play along. For now.
“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.” I watched as she squirmed on the sidewalk, her lips crinkling. God, she was sexy as fuck. “I’m going to need 24/7 supervision.” And so are you, I thought.
“That’s impossible,” she said, shoving her chin into the air. “I can’t be around you twenty-four seven.”
“Why not?” I needed to touch her. I moved closer, reached out and traced a line down her chin, over her lips, down her collarbone. Her skin was soft and creamy, and I wondered what she would do if I grabbed her by the back of the neck and kissed her.
Her face flamed, and she shifted on her high heels.
I leaned forward. “Are you thinking about what we did earlier, Charlotte?” I asked her. “Because I am.”
She shook her head. “No,” she said a little too quickly. “I’m not thinking about what we did earlier.”