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.”