This is what He want

Noah 1.3

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 t**s, her hair, her voice, the way her ass bounced while I f****d her.

Her p***y 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 c**k, 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 t**s jiggle as I exploded over her, covering her light brown areolas with ropes of sticky c*m.

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 f*******: 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 f*******: 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 to 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 i***t 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 f**k 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 t**s.

If she became mine, I would dress her in all kinds of deliciously slutty outfits, outfits that showed off her t**s 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.”