by Lexi Blake
She’d never been this ready for sex.
“Tell me how long it’s been for you.” The words were whispered against her ear right before he nipped her earlobe, sending a delicious shiver down her spine.
She couldn’t think when he was this close. “What?”
“Sex, baby,” he replied, licking the shell of her ear. “How long? I don’t care if you had sex last night, I just want to know how slow I should go. I can go slow and make this last for hours, or I can fuck you right now and then turn around and fuck you again fifteen minutes from now. It’s up to you.”
Fucking sounded perfect to her. “Yes, please.”
His hand cupped her breast. “You didn’t answer my question. How long? I’ll tell you how long it’s been for me. It’s been three months.”
She got the feeling if she told him the truth he might stop altogether. She wasn’t a virgin, but she’d been focusing on her career for the last couple of years. “About the same for me.”
He had her flipped up and over his knee before she could take another breath. She was suddenly staring at the outdoor rug she’d bought when she’d moved into this place. Was he going to…
Spank her. She wanted him to.
He stopped and she heard him take a deep breath. “I’m sorry I did that. It was habit… That’s sounds bad, too. Let’s get you up and I’ll explain. You should know a few things about me before you make this decision.”
Yes, she definitely needed to make a decision. He sounded unsure, like he thought she would reject him. How many times had she been in that place? So many. “Hutch, my Thursday appointment is to start the training class at Sanctum.”
She felt him go still.
“You’re training at Sanctum?”
“Yeah. I probably should have told you.”
His hand moved over the curves of her ass. “Noelle, you need a safe word. Right now.”
She bit back a whimper because he was making her crazy. “Why?”
“Because I’m on the edge. Because I’ve spent all this time thinking I was way too dirty for someone as sweet as you. Because you said you were horrified at the idea of weird sex stuff.”
Huh. She guessed she had. It wasn’t like she’d left him waiting too long, but she thought she probably shouldn’t point that out. “Well, I was talking about orgies and swinging. Not BDSM. I’ve spent tons of time in physical therapy, so the torture that leads to something good doesn’t seem weird to me at all.”
She could feel his cock under her belly. It was thick and hard, and she wanted to see him naked. Want. Need. She was filled with it, and it felt good. She’d lived in her head for years now, ignoring her physical needs. All she’d cared about had been her research and building her lab. Just as she’d decided to make a concession to her other needs, she’d met this man and he was rocking her world.
His hand came down on her backside, a sharp shock to her system. “Noelle. Safe word.”
“Chuckles.” She shot that sucker out of her mouth fast because maybe she wasn’t…it had hurt, but now, not so much. It hadn’t taken more than a few seconds for heat to spike through her, and she was now in a weird place where she both dreaded and anticipated the next slap of his hand. But her safe word wasn’t sexy. Should she have picked a sexy one? “Sorry. It was the name of my childhood dog. We named him that because he had the weirdest bark. It sounded like a laugh. I can pick…”
Another smack shut her mouth because she had to concentrate on breathing.
“You need to learn focus,” Hutch proclaimed. “Oh, I’m sure the science whiz kid knows how to focus on a problem, but when we’re alone together you’re going to focus on me, and I’m damn straight going to focus on you. We’re on the same page now. You’re interested in the lifestyle, and I’ve been in it for a long time. Though you should understand I’m not even close to being full time. I like to play.”
That worked for her. “The couple I know are pretty much play partners in the bedroom only. Though Remy will get bossy from time to time.”
That big hand kept moving over her skin, stroking her. “I’ll have to thank Lisa the next time I see her because I had no idea how I was going to play this vanilla. Now be still unless I hurt you or scare you.”
“You’re not going to scare me. I want to explore this, and you are so not scary.” He was adorable and hot and sexy and…
She bit back a shriek because he’d meant business with that slap. It had been hard and sharp and sent a bolt through her system.
“That’s right,” he said, his voice going low. “Keep quiet or your neighbors are going to wonder what’s happening. Do you think they’ll be surprised that the sweet, innocent genius next door likes to get her ass slapped? Do you think they’ll be horrified when they find you out in the open with a man fucking you with his fingers? Eating your pussy on your balcony in the middle of the night? Because I intend to do all of those things. If you don’t stay quiet, I can always find a gag for that pretty mouth of yours. How scary am I now, Noelle?”
She thought about starting a lecture on how she was only beginning to explore and wasn’t all that interested in gags of any kind, but his hand was right there, and Lisa had told her that there came a point in time when a sub had to indulge the Dom. “Very scary. Why don’t we go to the bedroom?”
She had lots of neighbors. Sure it was dark out, but there was the possibility that someone had binoculars and happened to be up at this time of the night.
“It’s too late for that.” He pulled at the waist of her pajama bottoms and exposed her ass to the cool air. “Fuck, you’re pretty.”
He was looking at her ass. Staring at it and likely ignoring the fact that she had a bunch of scars. Some from the initial accident and many from the subsequent surgeries. She’d seen them in the mirror, contorting herself so she could get a glimpse after she’d been able to stand long enough to manage it.
But if he was saying he thought she was pretty, why shouldn’t she believe it? His cock hadn’t wilted at the sight. A woman didn’t have to be perfect to be beautiful.
She felt…sexy.
She wriggled on his lap, trying to make him as on edge as she was.
He slapped her cheeks again. “I’m going to start your training, brat. Do you know what a brat is? I’m not talking about some nasty, snot-nosed kid. I’m talking about a cheeky little sub who gets her ass smacked and then fucked. Now answer my question because you forget I’ve done my homework on you. You haven’t had a boyfriend in months. At least that’s what your friend told me. How long has it been?”
How could he expect her to talk when she was bare ass and over his lap? “A long time. I don’t remember the exact date or anything, but at least two years. I broke up with my boyfriend to concentrate on finishing my grad degree, and then I was starting my lab and I didn’t…damn it, I didn’t want anyone until I saw you.”
“That makes me happy. Not the ‘you haven’t had sex’ part. Like I said I wouldn’t care if you’d had someone last night. I’m happy you want me because I took one look at you and lost my damn mind.” His hand moved over her cheeks and then lower. “I asked because I want to take my time if it’s been a while. I’ll be honest. I pretty much want to take my time no matter what. Tell me your pussy’s wet.”
Her pussy had become the center of her whole world because his fingers were close. He hadn’t pulled her pajama bottoms and underwear all the way down so they trapped her legs. Like he’d tied her up. “I’m very wet.”
She could feel how wet she’d gotten. She wouldn’t be able to sleep in those undies.
She gasped when she felt his finger slide between her thighs and over her labia. He was touching her. She was over his lap and his fingers were playing in her pussy and they were sitting on her balcony where anyone could see them.
It made her hotter than she’d ever been before.
Her initial observation had been correct. She was a little freaky.
She held onto his ankle as he gently press
ed a finger deep inside her.
“You are going to feel like heaven around my cock,” Hutch said on a groan. “I need you to tell me I can have you tonight. You can stop me at any point, but I need to hear you say yes.”
He was killing her. That finger of his dipped in and teased, and then she felt him brush against her clit and she had to grit her teeth or Kyle might run out on the balcony with a gun in his hand. “I already said yes.”
“You said yes to hopping on your bed and riding my cock to a mutually nice evening. I’m now asking you to say yes to me doing some filthy things to you, to me taking control and bending you to my will. My will includes a lot of bending, baby. I meant what I said. I’m going to lay you out on this couch and shove my face into your pussy, and if you say yes you’ll spread your legs and let me. You will thank me for how well and thoroughly I’m going to devour you, and then take my cock in whatever position I want you in.”
“Yes.” She didn’t even think about saying no. That word wasn’t a blip on the radar because she wanted every dirty fantasy this man could give her.
She wasn’t this girl. She wasn’t the adventurous chick who had sex in crazy places.
Or maybe she was and she needed to accept it. She didn’t have to be one thing, didn’t have to pick between smart scientist and woman with a good sex life. She could be both.
And that meant she could have him. At least for tonight. She couldn’t expect him to stick around. Their lives were far too different, but she could have him tonight.
His finger pressed in. “You’re going to be fun to spank. You tell me if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”
“I’m uncomfortable right now. You should press harder.”
He smacked her cheek with his free hand. “Like I said, you’re going to be a brat, baby. I can already tell. Lucky for you I quite like a brat.”
He pressed on her clit, making her eyes close so she could concentrate on the feeling. He rubbed a circle with what felt like the pad of his thumb while another finger foraged deep.
He fucked her with that finger, all the while manipulating her clitoris with an expert hand. Every time she thought she was going to go over the edge, he drew back and made her groan.
“Oh, does my pretty sub want to come?”
This apparently was the frustrating part of D/s. She’d been told there were some aspects that would make her clench her teeth, and that getting a nasty Dom who liked to keep a sub on the edge was one of them. Lisa had told her that truth one day while sitting on the patio at Guidry’s and frowning at her husband.
She’d then told Noelle that nothing in her life felt as good as the moment her Dom relented.
She hoped Hutch wasn’t patient. “I’m willing to take whatever you want to give me, Sir.”
“Fuck, this is going to be good.” He pulled his hand from between her legs.
Well, that wasn’t what she’d wanted. Before she had a chance to protest he stood, picking her up like she weighed nothing at all. He eased her back down, flipping her so she was sitting up. With a twist of his hand, he pulled her panties and PJ bottoms off and tossed them aside before dropping to his knees.
“I want your feet on the coffee table.” He was standing so close she would have to spread her legs wide to obey that command.
That was what he wanted—her spread out so he could do anything he wanted to her.
She looked up at him. Even in the dark she could see the way his eyes ate her up, how rigid his every muscle was. He might be a hot nerd most of the time, a thoughtful, sexy man, but in this he was a predator, and she thought being Hutch’s prey might be the most pleasurable experience of her life.
She forced her legs to work. There was still a bit of stiffness from what had happened earlier. She would be using braces for days when she needed to walk more than a few steps. But she could do this.
She felt exposed as she found the edge of the table with her feet and showed Hutch her pussy.
He was staring down at her. “I’m only going to say this once and I expect you to remember it. I never want to inhibit your pleasure or make you feel like you can’t explore this to the fullest, but if I do or ask you to do anything that hurts…”
“I’ll let you know.” There was something sexy about a man who didn’t treat her like an invalid, who didn’t worry he was going to break her. She trusted him to stop if she asked him to, but it was good to have someone who trusted her to know her own limits.
She didn’t want there to be any limits with this man.
“You do that,” he murmured as though happy to get that out of the way so he could move on to what he wanted. Her. He dropped to his knees.
It was deliciously dirty. She was spread wide and not even completely naked. He’d managed to put her in a position that had a plump pillow to rest her lower back against. It was a position she would sit in and watch the city while she had her morning coffee. Except totally perverted because there was a dark head between her legs, the warmth of his mouth hovering over her.
And she didn’t care. She wanted this, wanted to feel like nothing mattered in the whole world except Hutch’s mouth on her pussy.
She watched as he started to move, felt the first long drag of his tongue against her tender flesh, and had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. It felt so good. It put her right back on the edge. He gave her everything he’d said he would—his lips and tongue and the sexy scrape of his teeth. He speared her, lapping up her arousal like it was the best dessert he’d ever been offered and then going back for more.
When he sucked her clit between his lips, she couldn’t hold out a second longer. Her heart threatened to pound out of her chest as the wave of pleasure crashed over her.
Hutch surged up and captured her lips, kissing her and giving back her own taste. His tongue rubbed against hers, breath mingling as though he could absorb some of the pleasure he’d given her.
“Tell me yes one more time, Noelle.”
Did he think she would start telling him no after that? “Yes. Yes, Sir.”
There was no going back, and she didn’t even want to try.
* * * *
Hutch was fairly certain he would come in his freaking jeans if he didn’t get inside her soon. The good news was Noelle didn’t look like she would care if this first session wasn’t the longest.
She had a dreamy gaze in her eyes. He’d put that look there. He’d made that gorgeous, unbelievably smart woman forget everything but how hard he could make her come.
He glanced to his left and realized they weren’t alone. Kyle was standing back from the sliding glass doors with a frown on his face and a gun in his hand, reminding Hutch that the man was here to be a bodyguard. One of the things they’d discussed was the balcony and how Kyle didn’t want her out there alone. She hadn’t been alone, but he would bet Kyle wouldn’t consider him a good guard.
Kyle rolled his eyes and pointed around as if to show him all the places a sniper could be waiting to take Noelle’s head off, and could he please fuck the client somewhere safer next time? Kyle proved he was able to get his point across with a couple of rude gestures.
It was a good thing because it calmed his dick down a bit. He gave Kyle a shrug and was grateful Noelle still had her eyes closed because while she’d been open in the moment, the idea that someone had actually watched her would likely have her closing off real fast.
He didn’t want that. He certainly didn’t want to explain to her that Kyle was only doing his job and they were lucky he hadn’t opened the door and taken a position in front of them.
She probably also didn’t want to know that when he’d tossed aside her bottoms and underwear, they’d gone through the railing of the balcony and were probably six floors down by now.
Yeah, he wasn’t going to mention that either. He wanted her far too much, and now that he knew she was interested in D/s, he meant to have her as often as possible.
This was what he’d been waiting for—this feeling, this
connection to a woman. He’d been drifting forever, and it felt good to have something ground him. He could focus on her, give her what she needed.
He knew he was already in too deep. It was too much and too fast, but he didn’t care. For once in his life he wasn’t going to overthink it. He was going to follow his instincts, and they had all flared to life when he’d gotten close to Noelle.
Her eyes finally came open and he realized he had a small window before her brain took over again. He didn’t want that to happen. He scooped her up and started for the door that led back to her bedroom.
Noelle’s arms wound around his neck. “I’ve been carried around a lot. No one ever made it feel sexy.”
He started to close the door and heard a decisive click. Kyle was being an ass, reminding him he hadn’t locked the door on his side. He clicked the lock closed and started for her bed. It was covered in a fluffy white comforter that she’d thrown back when she’d gotten up.
“Carrying you around should always be sexy. You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he replied as he set her on the bed. He wanted to see more of her. “Give me that shirt and let me see your breasts. The rest of you is fucking perfect. I want to see every inch of you.”
She’d responded beautifully. Like she’d been made for him.
He could still taste her on his lips. He might go to his grave remembering how she’d tightened around him, how she’d come all over his tongue.
She’d liked it—all of it. She might only be starting to explore the lifestyle, but he would bet she’d found a bit of subspace in having him take control. Her job was all about her mighty brain. He would bet she forgot she had a body, too—a body with needs that he intended to take care of.
She pulled the T-shirt she’d been wearing over her head and tossed it aside. “Do I get to see you, Sir?” She frowned. “Do you like Sir?”
He wasn’t going to talk about protocol right now. He moved in and kissed her again. “I like you. Tonight you can call me anything you like.” Tomorrow they could talk about a contract. They could talk about him taking over her training and everything that would come with it.