by Christy Poff
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Copyright ©2005 by WHISKEY CREEK PRESS
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INTERNET BONDS SERIES BOOK 3: CHARLOTTE MASTERED
by
Christy Poff
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2005 by Karen Morris
Names, characters and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author or the publisher.
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ISBN 1-59374-384-X
Credits
Cover Artist: Jinger Heaston
Editor: Chere Gruver
Printed in the United States of America
Dedication
My thanks go out to Deb and Dot—both always there for me when I need help and want to get the toys right. Thank you to Chere for being a great editor to work with and to Jinger Heaston. As always, my love to my son and daughter who help to keep me centered.
Chapter 1
Charlotte fidgeted on the leather bench seat of a banquette set in the rear of one of the ritziest restaurants in Washington, DC. She waited for the man she would spend the evening with, a man she'd never met before this night, aside from their conversations on the internet. She crossed her legs in an attempt to stop her reaction to the cool feel of the smooth seat beneath her.
She glanced at her watch and inwardly groaned when she found she'd arrived early and still had several minutes to wait for Simon Anderson, her blind date. While she waited, she remembered how this night had come about. Would it be worth it, or a waste of time? Why did I take the chance? What if he was a dangerous...
"May I get you something from the bar while you wait?” the waiter asked.
"White wine, thank you."
Charlotte James thought back to the first contact she'd had with this man in a chat room she stumbled into. She surfed the net often to learn more about submissives and dominants and their lifestyle because she had a fantasy of being controlled by someone when it came to her personal life. As it stood now, she had too much control and it scared her.
Charlotte operated a successful tour business in the Capital and co-coordinated moonlight walks with haunted tours once a month during the full moon. She managed it to be so profitable, it virtually ran itself. She had no life outside her work, could add boredom to her list of attributes and it made her uneasy. In all her life, she would never have dreamed she'd come to this point, much less actually attempt to make her fantasies become reality—and with a stranger, no less.
One night, as she chatted with several others, one of the members asked her to instant message him privately because he wanted to get to know her better and discover whether they'd be good for one another.
They spent several days e-mailing back and forth, as they learned more about each other. One thing he needed to know as a Dominant was about her health, as he didn't want misdirection to tear anything coming of this apart. He wanted no lies or secrets between them, as it would undermine the Dom/sub relationship. In good faith, he sent her a certificate stating he had blood tests, all negative in results. She returned a copy of hers to him and with the health issues out of the way, they arranged to meet.
She agreed to his offer when he sent her the invitation to meet him in a public place like here at The President's Pub. He intrigued her and it impressed her how he wanted to get to know her before they actually met so he could set up their evening. His caring and compassion for their future amazed her, as she would never have thought about blood testing or the like. Am I truly as naïve as I seem?
He asked her questions and told her to answer truthfully. What she searched for had its basis in absolute truth. Without it, someone could get hurt emotionally, physically or both ways and he didn't want that to happen.
"You are already special to me, Charlotte, and I would never intentionally hurt you for the world."
"Simon, I don't know what to say. How could I be this important in your life so soon?"
"Meet me at eight and we'll have a late dinner. I think you'll enjoy the evening I have planned."
"I've heard good things about the restaurant."
"It's my favorite. In fact, I have a standing reservation for a very secluded table where we won't be disturbed."
"Sounds interesting."
"I'd like you to dress in the outfit I will send you tomorrow. You may not wear anything but what is in the box. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Simon, I do,” she replied. What does he have planned?
"Make sure you keep Saturday and Sunday free, because if dinner goes well, I have plans for the remainder of the weekend."
"Do I need to pack a bag?” she asked.
"No."
She wondered what he had up his sleeve and looked forward to what would come next.
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On Thursday afternoon, a messenger knocked on Charlotte's office door. He held a huge box in his hands and waited for her to show him where to place it.
"Please, put it on the couch if you don't mind."
"Yes, ma'am,” he replied. He placed it on the end, then left without a word. She watched him and wondered about what she had gotten herself into.
Charlotte walked over to the couch, sat down, and removed the bow holding the box closed. After she put the lid to the side, she moved the tissue paper out of the way and gasped. She pulled out a beautiful dress of midnight blue. The short dress would rest halfway between her knees and hips, though it had a sheer overdress, short in the front and long in the back. She marveled at the floral motif on the diaphanous material, then at the entire dress. The dress was V-necked in the front and back, it had no sleeves but thin ribbons at the shoulder line to fall gracefully along her arms.
Next, she pulled out matching midnight blue stiletto pumps and gasped. Simon had extremely good taste and knew how to dress a woman. She brushed her fingers over the thigh high stockings and when she moved them aside, she found an envelope.
She pulled the card out and caught her breath.
This is all you will wear to our first meeting, no more and no less. If you misbehave, I will have to punish you for doing so. You will wear your hair loosely piled on your head and hold it with the hairpins I've sent. I do not want you to wear any jewelry or lingerie. Your evening will only be as pleasurable as you want it to be.
Till Friday night,
Simon
Slowly, she let out her breath and reread the note. Can I do this? Yes, I can and I will enjoy it. She placed the dress and accessories back in the box and closed it. After she gathered her things, she left the office and went home.
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bsp; While she drove, her imagination ran wild. She couldn't even begin to imagine what he had in mind for her, but as she drove out of the city and into Falls Church, she began to sense what this man could do to and for her. She tried to change her position in the car seat but the seat belt held tight. Had there been a method to the designer's madness, or was he a Dom at heart?
Charlotte felt wet between her legs and could imagine her panties had been soaked. The mere thoughts of what she might be doing in the near future caused her body to react in a way she needed to take care of. She sped up as much as the legal limit would allow and got home quicker than she normally would. She parked in the garage of her townhouse, grabbed the box and her purse, and quickly went inside.
She dropped the box on the kitchen table and raced upstairs. The heat had built to a raging fire in need of some control. Her breasts ached to be touched and as she stripped out of her clothes, she noticed her nipples had become very firm. She slipped out of her skirt and panties and found her assumption had been right, as they had been drenched.
On the nightstand sat one of her toys, one she used to replace the attentions any man could pay her. After her breakup with her cheating fiancé, she'd sworn off men, invested in some toys and had quietly satisfied her needs, at least until now. She grabbed the vibrator and ran it over her nipples to start with. Then she lay across her bed and ran the humming toy along her body to between her legs, where she concentrated it on her clit.
Greedy, she grabbed another and inserted it into her pussy, thrusting it in and out as the other one remained on her clit. Charlotte cried out as she climaxed, satisfying the need Simon had begun with his gift. She prayed he was as good or better. She realized what she needed was a real live man to fuck her and take care of her needs. If her date with Simon worked out, she would be elated, and if it went into the weekend, well...
Alone in the darkness of her bedroom, Charlotte repeated her dual vibrator orgasmic experience and fell off to sleep dreaming of her mystery man and the control he already had over her.
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Simon delivered the box to Charlotte James’ office, did as she told him by placing it on the couch, then left. He looked at her and his cock hardened. This woman had something about her, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what. He would definitely find out when he met her for dinner.
He couldn't get over how beautiful his next and hopefully, last conquest was. He wanted a submissive who would stay with him for a while. If everything worked out, he might even consider marriage. Everything depended on one dinner and it scared him. After all these years, he placed his entire future on one meeting. What am I? Nuts?
He laughed. To be a Dominant, one had to be a bit crazy, just not too much. Overly crazed Dominants wound up hurting their submissives in every way. He heard where one Dom had put his sub in the hospital after he lost control. Simon prayed he would never go off the deep end. No, he expected the evening to be a success.
In his black Lexus, Simon waited for Charlotte to leave the office. He wanted to see what she would do. He got his answer when he tried to follow her through traffic on the Beltway. He knew from the way she drove, she fought to keep her body from reacting to the gift and the suggestion his note gave. Damn, the woman is hot...
Once her Mustang disappeared into her garage, he drove off. The last thing he wanted was to be caught by a cop and charged with being a peeping tom. He had the satisfaction of learning she could be controlled with suggestions and he knew she would definitely respond well to other things. The weekend looked like it would be a success.
He drove home to his Georgetown mansion and went upstairs to prepare the house for his weekend guest. Simon called his butler to advise Allistair of his plans.
"Allistair, you and the staff may have the weekend off. I will be bringing home a guest on Friday night and wish to have the house to myself."
"When do you want us to return, sir?"
"Monday morning will be fine."
"Very good, sir."
Simon nodded and checked to make sure he had the items he needed.
"Sir, should I get the usual for the pantry?"
"Yes, I think so. Make sure to get strawberries, blueberries, the usual."
"Yes, sir."
"Oh, and, Allistair, make sure the farm is ready, too, in case my plans change."
"Yes, sir."
Allistair left the room and his employer to his thoughts. Simon depended on Allistair and his ability to be very discreet when needed. Allistair knew about Simon's lifestyle and never condemned him for it, one thing Simon had always been grateful for.
Satisfied he had everything, Simon went to the inside wall of the master bedroom, found a hidden switch and pressed it. A panel opened into a secreted passageway built into the house by the owners in the early 1800's. He had read documented proof of the house being used as a stop on the Underground Railway and made sure the property remained in the Anderson family. As wealthy as the family was, he could afford his lifestyle and the advantages the house afforded.
In their discussions, Charlotte revealed her fantasies of bondage. He checked his playroom as he called it and found he had everything she'd asked for and some surprises. If it all worked out, he would give her a weekend she would never forget and hopefully, a lifetime to keep enjoying it.
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Charlotte sat and waited. She checked her watch to find she still had time. While she sipped her wine, she thought of how he made her feel as she dressed. It surprised her how he could dominate her emotions and not even be in the same room with her, definitely a new experience for her.
She showered, then lay across her bed to relax. A slight breeze blew across her body and made her feel wonderful as she imagined Simon's fingertips across her skin. She felt her body as she became excited. A small droplet of liquid dampened her skin as it oozed from her slit. What kind of power did this man have over her?
After she rolled to her back, she slid her fingertips to her clit and touched it. She rubbed it gently and brought herself to climax. For once, it didn't seem as dirty as she had been brought up to believe. Granted, using toys ran along the same lines as what she enjoyed doing now, but to her, toys were a different story as she had something between her hand and her sensitive areas where she used them.
She pictured Simon as he might make love to her and moaned. She rubbed a little harder and cried out as shudders racked her body. When she pulled her hand away, she found it soaked and knew deep inside, this evening would lead to a permanent situation, or so she hoped.
After another shower, she dressed as she'd been instructed. First, she carefully rolled the thigh high stockings up her long legs, then she slipped the dress over her head and let it fall down the length of her body. The mere touch of it on her nipples hardened them. She felt strange wearing nothing underneath it, but she knew he had everything planned out and she refused to ruin this evening.
Once her hair had been pinned up, she checked her look one last time, then went to leave. She grabbed her keys and the small clutch with her lipstick, her AMEX and her driver's license, plus some emergency money, then went down to the garage. She slid into the car and gasped as she felt the material of the seat against her body. She took a deep breath, then started her Mustang and drove to the restaurant. A valet parked the car for her and she went inside to meet Simon Anderson.
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"Ah, Charlotte. You look ravishing."
"Thank you.” She looked at the man standing over her and caught her breath. He stood six foot, had dark blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and had to be the most handsome guy in all Washington.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Simon Anderson."
"I'm so glad to finally meet you in person."
He slid into the seat next to her and trapped her to make sure she couldn't escape him. She gazed at him and felt heat begin where his leg touched hers. She eyed the Dior suit, black with black shirt and tie, and guessed she'd just met a man with lots of mo
ney.
"Did you do as I instructed?"
"Yes."
"You will call me master unless there are others near us. Do you understand?"
"Yes, master."
"Very good. Now, before we go any further, I want you to choose a safe word."
Charlotte sat in thought for a few minutes before she answered him.
"Stop?"
"Very well. When you feel the need to use it, you will say stop and nothing more will happen until we talk about it."
"Yes, master."
"Good. Now, I want you to hike the skirt up over your hips, because I want your gorgeous ass sitting on the leather."
Charlotte did as he told her and heard his reaction. He smiled and she felt pleasure because she'd pleased him. She'd never had the need to do that in all her life until now and she found she liked what it did to her.
The waiter brought Simon his Martini and another glass of wine for Charlotte, then left them alone. Simon looked at her and locked every fact about her he could into his memory.
"Charlotte, how do you feel?"
"Good, master."
"Are you ready for whatever will come this weekend?"
"Yes, master."
"Good. I want you to spread your legs and let me see your pussy."
She hesitated and he looked at her.
"Charlotte?"
"The waiter, master ... the others..."
"...Are ignoring us. Dinner has been ordered and will be served at a specific time. I did this so we could get to know each other without interruptions. Now, I'll let this go this once, but the next time you hesitate, I will punish you. Is that clear?"
"Yes, master."
"Now, I want to see your pussy."
Charlotte did as she was told and waited for what might come next. She felt the heat of his gaze on her, her body answering it.
"Charlotte, you will not come until I permit it. You will ask my permission, or you will wait for my command."
"Yes, master,” Charlotte replied as she fidgeted to relieve the slight but noticeable throb. The chill of the seat helped a little, but not much as she couldn't move from where she sat.