Submission Impossible

by Lexi Blake

  He touched her pussy again, sliding his finger inside and then out again and again until she was on the edge and he withdrew.

  Noelle cursed under her breath, her sweet Southern accent incongruous with the dirty words coming out of her mouth. He intended to make sure this was the only time his baby ever cursed him. But this was his time.

  He helped her stand, turning her so he could bring her close. Her arms wound around him as he kissed her before gently easing her down to her knees.

  “You’re still not undressed. That’s the only thing that bothers me,” Noelle said, sitting back and seeming comfortable.

  He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. He could give her what she wanted. “I’m sorry. I was far too busy looking at you. You’re prettier than me.”

  Her lips curled. She reached up and undid the buckle of his belt. “I feel pretty like this. I liked wearing fet wear tonight and I like the rope.”

  He was glad because he intended to have her in one of the two a whole lot of the time. And he was deeply grateful that she’d moved past that idiot’s words tonight. She was listening to the people who mattered. He toed out of his sneakers and his socks joined them. “I like to tie you up.”

  She eased the fly of his jeans open, and he felt his cock jump, eager to play. He’d concentrated on her the first night they’d made love. His whole focus had been on worshiping her, but they needed this connection, too. It was okay for him to take this because Noelle needed to give to him, too.

  She also needed to explore, and it looked like she was starting with his dick. She wrapped her hand around his cock, and he felt every muscle in his body tighten. Her hand was soft and warm as she stroked him. The way her eyes took him in was even hotter than the feel of her hand. There wasn’t hesitation in her gaze. There was hunger.

  He was ready for her to eat him up.

  * * * *

  Noelle had never spent so much time on sex, and she reveled in it. This was what had been missing. Perhaps not merely the time spent or the care. It wouldn’t have worked with another man. She was attuned to this one, to the way he cared for her, worshipped her body with his.

  It was time to show him she adored him, too. And that she could play some wicked games.

  She ran her hands from his chest to his abdomen. He was gorgeous, all muscled and tan, like he spent time in the sun working out, perfecting a body that was stunning to begin with. She drew her hands to where she’d uncovered his cock, tracing the line of neatly trimmed hair. She eased his jeans and boxers down so they were around his hips and she had full access to his cock.

  Like the rest of Hutch, his dick was a thing of beauty.

  She brushed her fingers over his hard flesh, moving from the base to the bulb, memorizing the soft feeling of the skin versus the strength it encased. She let the tip of her finger trace the ridge where the cockhead began, teasing the sensitive cap.

  “I want to feel your tongue on me, Noelle,” Hutch commanded.

  She leaned over and licked the head of his cock, taking in the drop of arousal that had beaded there. Salty and masculine, she liked the way he tasted, too.

  She definitely liked the tremble that went through his body and how his hand found her hair.

  “That feels so fucking good. You’re going to pay me back aren’t you, brat?”

  She liked being his brat. She was always the good girl, but here alone with Hutch she could explore another side of herself. She wasn’t going to thank that ass Jeffrey, but she was happy things had worked out the way they had because she couldn’t imagine exploring without Hutch. “I think I might like to play.”

  He hissed as she sucked the head of his cock behind her lips. All of her previous worry was shoved to the side because he would tell her what he liked. He wouldn’t prevaricate. She could try whatever she liked, and he would guide her to what gave him the greatest pleasure.

  Trusting him gave her a freedom she’d never known before. So did having her legs tied. She wasn’t worried about being awkward or how they looked. He’d been careful as he’d tied her, making certain every inch of her skin got his loving attention before binding her legs together and making her helpless against him.

  It was odd because she’d been helpless before. She would have thought being tied up would make her feel panicked, but a warmth had come over her, and then a pounding excitement that Hutch could do whatever he wanted with her. He could play with her and fuck her and spank her.

  Wow, she liked being spanked. There was an ache in her cheeks that she could still feel. Every slap he’d given her had gone straight to her pussy, and she was wetter than she could have imagined.

  She glanced up and Hutch was staring down at her, his eyes filled with dark desire. He was watching her, watching her tongue as it licked across his cock, watching as she took him into her mouth and laved him with affection.

  She stroked him and cupped his tight balls and enjoyed the power she wielded over this man. It wasn’t anything she would ever abuse. She trusted him, but the idea that he trusted her was important, too. Hutch had been through so much, but he was open and honest with her. He was willing to be vulnerable.

  They could be great together.

  She worked the underside of his cock, running over and over it with the tip of her tongue.

  “I thought you said you weren’t good at this,” Hutch said, a growl to his tone.

  She’d been awkward at this, but she was all tied up and had recently had her pussy spanked by the hottest Dom in the world. There was no room for awkward in her life today. And she also thought Hutch was far kinkier than her previous experiments. To test that theory, she gave him the barest scrape of her teeth over his cock.

  His hand tightened on her hair. “That’s right, baby. Fuck, that felt good.”

  She sucked him in and dragged her mouth over another inch before pulling back. She liked the way his balls had tightened, ready to go off.

  “Take more.” He was getting demanding.

  She did as he asked, drawing him in deeper and hollowing out her cheeks to suck at him hard. She found a rhythm, moving her body in time with his as he took a bit of control and started to thrust in and pull out. The hand in her hair led her, showing her exactly what he wanted. She whirled her tongue around, fighting because he was so big in her mouth.

  He tugged on her hair, pulling her off. “As much as I want to come, I would rather do it inside you. I want to feel how tight the rope makes that pussy of yours.”

  He kicked off his jeans and stood naked in front of her. He reached down and simply lifted her up like she weighed nothing at all. She expected him to transfer her to the bed, but he gripped her ass and brought her breasts to his lips, sucking one in and making her squirm. He nipped at her, sending a thrill down her spine. She sank her fingers into his hair and held him to her while he moved from breast to breast.

  “This isn’t casual for me,” Hutch said as he moved her to the bed. He laid her back and stared down at her bound legs. “I know you think we’re only together for as long as the case…”

  She shook her head. “No. I was stubborn about the class, but I won’t be stubborn about this. I don’t want an end date, Hutch. I want to date you, sleep with you, be with you for however long it works for us.”

  He took her ankles in his hands, sending warmth all through her. “I think this might work for me forever. You should be ready for that. And I am so ready for this.”

  He flipped her over and she was suddenly face first on the soft comforter. He tugged on her hips and her feet were on the floor again, her breasts flat against the bed. “You solid?”

  He was asking if she was going to fall. She took a minute to make sure she had her balance. He was treating her like his favorite fuck toy but still thinking about her comfort. It was all she could ask of a lover. “I’m good. I’m better than good.”

  She heard the sound of a condom wrapper being torn open and wished she could watch him roll it over his cock, watch him
stroking himself, but she suspected there would be many chances to come.

  He wanted her in his life, and not for a couple of weeks. He wanted to try a real relationship with her, and there wasn’t anything she wanted more than for them to have that chance.

  And then she wasn’t thinking about anything but that big cock teasing at her pussy. She could feel him there, his hands on her hips. She could feel him everywhere—in the way the rope rubbed against her skin and how her nipples ached slightly from his teeth, in the ache in her ass from his hand spanking her, and in the taste of him still on her tongue. He surrounded her, and it was the most intimate experience of her life.

  “You’re so pretty like this, all tied up and ready to take my cock. Did I tell you how good your mouth felt?” Hutch’s hands roamed over her curves as he started to press against her.

  She had to catch her breath at the sensation because he felt enormous. He’d felt big before, but this position he’d put her in made her so much tighter.

  He gripped her hips as he started to impale her on his cock.

  She gasped at the first long thrust. He held himself against her.

  “You okay?” He was a chatty top.

  “No.” She was going to be completely honest with him. “I’m dying because you won’t fuck me.”

  She felt his hand run down her spine. “I love it when you talk dirty in that Southern accent. It gets me hot. I’m going to fuck you, baby. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t take it anymore and you scream out my name and wake Kyle up.”

  She bit her bottom lip because she wasn’t going to do that. She could keep quiet.

  He dragged his cock out and then immediately thrust back in, and he hit some magical place that made her shake. He was the only one who’d ever stroked her in exactly the right way. Until the other night she hadn’t known that place existed. She’d managed to give herself orgasms, but they’d all been about stimulating her clitoris. Hutch managed to press a button inside her pussy that made her see stars.

  “I can make you do it,” Hutch promised. “I can take that ladylike exterior of yours and strip it away to reveal my sexy sub. That’s what you are right now. You can be the smartest person in the room during the day, but at night in our bed you’re my sub. Your job is to offer me your body and take my cock any way I want you to.”

  She loved it when he talked nasty, too. Like her, he had a daytime persona. He was the nice guy, the guy who always had some candy for the kids, who was always willing to help. But here with her he was the dirty Dom.

  This was a place that was only for them.

  His right hand moved around her waist to settle against her clit, and the minute he rubbed her, she couldn’t hold back another second. The pleasure hit her like a wave and she cried out, not caring that someone might hear her. She was everything Hutch had said she was.

  His.

  She felt him stiffen behind her and he went wild, pumping into her until he finally fell to the bed beside her.

  He had the sweetest smile on his face as he helped her up to join him. He kissed her and smoothed back her hair. “You’ll be careful at work.”

  He was compromising. She could do the same. “I will. I promise. I won’t take any chances.”

  “Because we’re together now and we have to take care of each other,” he said. “We have to honor what’s important to each other. You are the most important thing to me.”

  He was going to make her cry but he kissed her again, and she let him take over. She let everything float away and trusted in her Dom.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “Do you ever listen to anything I say? Anything?” Kyle stood in the living room, a mug of coffee in one hand as he pointed to the clothes on the floor.

  Hutch bit back a grin and scooped up Noelle’s clothes. He had to stop tossing her underwear around every time she slept with him or she would get the wrong idea. “My living room in my house is a perfectly safe place.”

  “It’s not safe for me.” Kyle shook his head and moved to the windows that overlooked his front yard and driveway. He stood there staring out. “And tell your girl she’s not very quiet. I need earplugs.” He turned slightly, one side of his mouth curving up in a half smile. “Congrats, though. I take it you two are now solidly together? Or are you playing it by ear?”

  “Together. I’m not playing at all.” He tossed Noelle’s laundry in the basket with his own. Being here at his place had some drawbacks, but having a full washer and dryer he didn’t have to go two floors down to find was not one of them.

  And having access to his kit hadn’t been one of them either. Tonight he would introduce her to the crop, and maybe some handcuffs. She seemed to like being bound.

  “Excellent, because having spent time with her, I think she would be good for you,” Kyle said quietly. “I think she’s a good woman.”

  “You think?”

  Kyle shrugged. “You can never be a hundred percent sure. People can trick you.”

  He knew that better than most. “Yes, but only some people. A woman like Noelle would never trick me.”

  “I hope so.” Kyle sighed and then moved to the kitchen. “So why do you not have dishes? You have coffee mugs and a bunch of barware, but you seem to run on paper plates.”

  “He had a crazy ex. She tossed them at his head when she found him playing video games with the guy she was cheating on him with.” Noelle walked out of the hallway looking sunny in a yellow dress and white flats.

  “That’s a good explanation,” Kyle said with a laugh. “You have a creative mind.”

  “She does, but not about this. I really did have every plate and bowl I owned tossed at my head because I wasn’t sad enough,” he admitted.

  “I still don’t think she was your worst.” Noelle grabbed a mug. “He was friends with benefits with a woman CIA operative who threw knives at him after she realized he only considered her a friend.”

  “Kelly with the knives. Good times.” He’d been grateful she’d only been trying to make him pee his pants.

  “You told the new girlfriend about the old ones? Isn’t that something you shouldn’t do for a couple of years?” Kyle asked, pouring Noelle some coffee.

  They’d been up most of the night. When he hadn’t been on top of her, they’d lain in bed and talked. They’d talked about sex and their previous relationships and how sad his had been. He probably should have glossed over a couple of those, but he’d been honest with her. She’d told him how hard it had been to date in college, how hard it still could be because being in a relationship with her meant adapting to moving slower, to planning out every date to accommodate her needs.

  His heart had clenched because she’d been trying to warn him.

  She didn’t understand that making things comfortable and easy for her would be one of his favorite things in life. He liked planning. It was a thing no one understood about him. He enjoyed the notion that he could be important to someone he cared about. Hell, once he’d given up a year of his life, walked willingly back into hell because a man he thought of as a brother had asked him to. He wasn’t about to be scared off at the prospect of not being able to take Noelle on a particularly rugged hike.

  He got into her space because it had been a whole ten minutes since he’d kissed her last. “We move on our own time.” He brushed his lips over hers. “You want some breakfast? I’ve got frozen waffles and maybe some eggs.”

  She sighed, a happy sound, and wrapped an arm around him, hugging him close. “Tempting, but I think I’ll grab something on my way in. Pete texted me and he’s got the experiment ready for me. I’m hoping to run it a couple of times today.”

  He didn’t want her to work at all. Well, he didn’t want her working at Genedyne until they figured out what was going on. The thought of her going into that building alone scared the shit out of him. Kyle would be somewhere close, but he wouldn’t be standing over Noelle making sure no one could get to her. “I’ll be there at five.”

  She
stepped back. “Hutch, I might need to work late.”

  “I’ll be there at five, and you can work right here in this house.”

  She stared at him as though trying to figure out how far to push him. She finally grimaced. “Fine, but I have to have this report done by Monday.”

  “I would rather you worked on Saturday than late at night.” He would bet a lot of people worked Saturdays at a place like Genedyne. She wouldn’t even be alone in her lab, which he knew was part of the attraction of working at night, but he couldn’t let her do it now.

  She frowned but still went up on her toes to kiss him. “Fine. But I better get to the office. Are you coming with us? Your car is still dead, right?”

  Yeah, he hadn’t even thought about the fact that he’d fucked up his battery. But he had a plan in place. “Theo and Erin live a couple of doors down, and whichever one isn’t on kid patrol can give me a ride.”

  They switched off carpool duties for their son and daughter, and whoever had the day off had an hour alone in the house. He still had forty minutes until he needed to head into the office.

  But maybe he should go with Noelle. He could take a train from Genedyne to the McKay-Taggart building.

  “Let’s head out if we’re stopping somewhere to pick up breakfast.” Kyle put his mug in the sink. “I’m getting to sit in on some fun meetings today, and I’m supposed to cover a dinner date tonight. I might end up at Jessica’s, so you should pick Noelle up. I’ll leave the car and take an Uber back here because I don’t want Jessica’s driver to know we’ve switched locations.”

  “I’ll come in with you.” He should take a shower. Big Tag had a famously sensitive nose, and he could smell sex on a dude from five miles away. And he did not stint on the sarcasm.

  “I’ll be fine. Kyle is an excellent driver, and he’s learned how to make small talk.” Noelle took a long swig of coffee before her mug joined Kyle’s.

  “I have to talk about stupid shit or she starts in on her relationships. All of them,” Kyle admitted. “I know a lot about her feelings. So we talk about dogs and TV shows I pretend I watch so I don’t have to know more about her feelings.”