Degrees of Control

by Eve Dangerfield

  She sank her teeth into her lower lip and shook her head. James couldn’t help but smirk. There was something deliciously fucked-up about how hot Charlotte was for rough play. He thought about issuing some orders. Making her strip down and bend over so he could examine her pretty pink pussy, but the buzzing in his gut told him not to bother.

  He hoisted her against his hips and pressed her into the nearest wall, his cock straining against the cotton of his exercise shorts. Completely unfazed by his aggression, Charlotte leaned forward and licked a stream of sweat running down his neck. Her tongue lingered on his pulse point and it felt so fucking dirty James moaned out loud. Seizing a fistful of her hair he forced her mouth to his. His frustration was mirrored in her deep, open-mouthed kisses, and when he stroked between her legs she hissed, sinking her sharp little teeth into his neck. The lick of pain had got him right on the edge and he yanked down her dress, practically tearing it away. With disappointment he noticed her gorgeous cunt was bunched up in cheap Walmart panties but she wasn’t wearing a bra, and there were her perfect tits to contend with. James drew a nipple into his mouth, alternating between the sensitive tips until she was flushed and soaking.

  She gripped his shoulders. “Please, James. Please fuck me.”

  “You’re fucking greedy, you know that?”

  She nodded. Christ, the way she lapped up dirty talk got him hard.

  He laid her down on the hallway floor. His cleaner hadn’t come for a couple of weeks and God knows how much dust was getting in her hair, but fuck it. He’d waited long enough. He braced himself above her and reached for her belt. “I wanna give it to you hard this time, you want it like that, Blue-Eyes?”

  She blinked up at him. “Don’t ask.”

  Fury whipped through him. She was the wide-eyed, inexperienced one, not him. He didn’t have to be told how to fuck rough or when to take control. She wanted no holds barred? She’d get it. “Hands over your head, slut.”

  Her breath caught on the dirty word, but she complied, her face flushed with arousal. James drew the fake leather tight around her delicate wrists and pushed her arms to the floor. “Hold still.”

  He collected as much of underwear as he could and pulled, tearing the material from her body. Charlotte writhed beneath him, thrusting out her breasts and spreading her thighs. Her body was lit up with a kind of squirming, pleasurable shame that made his dick hurt. His own hentai girl, bound and ready to serve. His mouth descended on her breasts, sucking and biting with more pressure than before. She gasped and brought her bound arms around his neck, trying to push him away

  James shoved them roughly to the floor. “Keep your hands to yourself, little girl.”

  Resisting the urge to press his tongue into her hot little mouth, he lowered himself back down onto her gorgeous tits and resumed his sucking. He reached between her legs to find her pussy soaking. He swore, softly imagining the clench of her cunt against his bare cock.

  As though sensing his temptation, she appealed to his lower urges. “Please fuck me, James. I’m so ready.”

  “Don’t remember saying you could talk, Blue-Eyes.”

  Any man alive could tell she was ready, but he knew torture was what she loved. James slid himself down in her body and arranged himself on his elbows. The smell of her cunt was something a man could happily drown in, sweet and musky. The scent that had lingered in his lounge room long after she’d gone.

  “No, no, no,” Charlotte chanted, tossing her head from side to side. Ignoring her, James slid his tongue into the damp space between her thighs. She screamed and a wave of wetness immediately gushed forward to greet his tongue. Steadying his hands on her hips, James circled her clit with slow deliberate drags, and within minutes Charlotte was a sobbing, pleading mess. He knew if her hands were free she’d have them buried in his hair, pushing his tongue deeper into her pussy.

  Too bad she won’t get the chance.

  When she was close he raised himself up on his palms. Charlotte’s body was taut as a bow, her perfect tits jiggling as she moaned the loss of his tongue. James pulled down his shorts, stroking his cock until it was hard as steel. He ran the tip through Charlotte’s bare slit and she squealed, wrists straining against the belt. Far too tempted to just plunge inside, he snagged his wallet from the sideboard and rolled on a condom before he did something stupid. He hated condoms. He hated the way they looked, the way they dulled the sensation the way the antiseptic scent of lube drowned out the warm, musk of pussy. He’d lost his virginity bare and the experience had ruined him in more ways than one. He fell to his knees in front of her.

  Charlotte moaned. “Don’t. Please untie me.”

  James gave her his biggest, most shit-eating smile. “Fuck me good and maybe I will. Now spread your legs.” She refused and James wrenched her thighs apart. “You’ll do what I tell you to do, little girl. Understood?”

  She closed her eyes and nodded.

  “Look at me.”

  Flushing deeply, Charlotte did what he asked.

  “Good girl.” He pressed his cock into her soaking folds. “Keep your eyes on me.” From the way she could barely glance at him it was clear Charlotte had submission in her blood. Normally he wouldn’t give a girl so much shit about meeting his gaze, but forcing her to stare at him with that look of frightened arousal on her face made James feel a hundred feet tall. He sank into her until their hipbones touched, groaning at the way her pussy fluttered around him. She was even tighter than he remembered. He set a slow, shallow rhythm and gritted his teeth while the pleasure doubled, trebled.

  “James.” She sighed. “James, you feel so good.”

  Sweat broke out across his back. I should pull out and eat her pussy.

  But he couldn’t leave her wet clinging cunt any more than he could stop breathing. Instead, James snaked a hand down between their bodies and searched for her clit. The little bud went rigid against his fingers and Charlotte screamed. That’s more like it.

  “You gonna come, sweetheart?” She thrashed beneath him and James pressed his hips down, pinning her to the floor. “Squirm all you want, baby, it doesn’t end until I’m done.”

  “No,” she gasped, shaking her head frantically. “I need it harder, more. I’m so close.”

  James swore. She was on the knife edge of orgasm and he was taking it away from her. Adrenaline flooded his system. “Fine.” He pounded into her at full thrust and Charlotte screamed and jerked against him. “That enough for you? That hard enough?”

  She nodded, her thick brown hair sweeping across the floor.

  “Good, then shut the fuck up and take my dick.”

  He fucked her like an animal, like his only goal in life was to fill Charlotte Bell with his come. The day’s frustration seemed to flood from him, urging him faster and deeper and harder. She was close, he could feel her ripple around his cock, her cunt tightening, as her body prepared to gush.

  “Say something,” she whispered. “Please, say something.”

  James lowered his mouth to her ear. “Scream my name, slut, scream it while you come on daddy’s dick.”

  With a gush of slick warmth, her pussy convulsed around him. Her bound hands banged against the floor as she screamed his name so loudly his ears rang. He slowed his pace, giving her a chance to recover.

  “Oh my God.”

  Satisfied, James set about relieving his own needs, driving into her pussy with sloppy, mindless thrusts until the sound of his flesh striking hers was all he could hear. But whatever had pushed him to the edge so quickly before was gone. He pumped Charlotte for what felt like hours, drenching them both in sweat and getting nowhere. Everything was perfect, her cunt, her tits, the way her bound hands rattled on the floor. He was hard, so hard his cock ached but he couldn’t fucking come.

  “Come on,” he muttered to himself. “Come on.”

  He was hovering in some aching, lonely place. His back strained and his hips grew numb. Now he was the one who couldn’t look at her, didn’t want to see the
confusion in her eyes. What the fuck was wrong with him today?

  Charlotte pressed her forehead to her shoulder, calling for his attention. “James, please take off the belt.”

  With clumsy fingers he did what she asked. Charlotte’s nails trailed down his back, light as a whisper. She stroked down his neck and across his biceps, she kissed the underside of his jaw. James stiffened, his first instinct to tell her to take her hands off him.

  “I want you,” she whispered. Her voice was gentle. “Please keep going, James, it feels so good.”

  He did what she asked, driving deep inside her, and this time Charlotte’s arms circled his neck, pulling him closer to her body.

  “That’s nice,” he said before he knew he was saying. Charlotte kissed his neck, his collarbone, any part of him she could get her mouth on. Gentle presses that somehow got his motor running again. His balls tightened, the pressure building in his cock, but still he couldn’t get over the edge. James swore softly, plunging deeper into her cunt. Charlotte’s eyes found his. She had a freckle inside her right iris, James realized, like an island floating in a sea of blue.

  “It’s all right, James.” She sounded so quiet, so sure. “Come inside me.”

  She pressed her lips to his mouth and everything inside him clenched. At long, long last his climax tore through him like a tornado and all the tension in his body drained out of his balls. Charlotte stroked his back, wound her fingers through his hair. Her softness was like heaven underneath him but heaven had never really held much appeal for James. He pulled out of her and tugged off the condom.

  His body was wrung out, his mind as quiet as a church. Fuck, I needed that.

  He looked over at Charlotte. “I hope you don’t want me to throw you out, darlin’, I’m having trouble using my legs right now.”

  She smiled. “I think I’ll just lie here, if that’s okay?”

  “More than okay.”

  They stared up at the ceiling in silence. James didn’t think he’d ever paid so much attention to his light fixtures. Soon he’d have to think about what Charlotte had done for him, but not now.

  “So, daddy, huh?”

  Her voice was teasing but for the first time in forever James felt himself flush. “C’mon, Blue-Eyes, don’t be like that. You kept screaming ‘more’ and it was the dirtiest thing I could think of.”

  She leant over and kissed his jaw. “I don’t mind at all. It got me there.”

  She sat up and James hissed. Her back was studded with angry red marks, the grit from his hardwood floor had imprinted itself on her fine white skin. James reached up and brushed away the small stones still clinging to her. She turned and looked at him with alarm.

  “Your back’s all marked up, honey. I should have put a towel down.”

  Charlotte’s eyes were wary. “It’s okay. I should get going.”

  Don’t. Stay a while.

  But she was already on her feet, hunting for her clothes. Anyone into rough sex knew about aftercare; hugs, kisses, a little reassurance, but Charlotte didn’t ask for any of that. Hell, the first time they fucked she wanted to be thrown out on her ass. It made his life easier, but for some reason her lack of concern bothered him. She’d just been tied down, cursed at, fucked rough and now she wanted to leave without saying anything. Pretty cold considering he was the first dominating fuck she’d ever had. Charlotte’s stomach rumbled loudly and James grinned. “Hungry?”

  “I haven’t eaten all day.”

  He hadn’t either. He’d been stuck in bullshit meetings all day and had been too worked up to bother with dinner. He usually let women follow their appetites right out his front door, but this was different. “You want something to eat?”

  Charlotte tilted her head to one side. “What do you have?”

  He screwed up his forehead and thought about it. He had beer, bacon, apples, milk, mustard, and a bunch of half rotten vegetables courtesy of the woman he was fucking a month ago. Nothing he wanted to offer Charlotte. “I’ll take you out for dinner, how’s that sound?”

  Charlotte ran a hand through her hair, exhuming a cloud of dust. “It’s fine, James, I don’t want to bother you.”

  Goddamn, she was starting to make him paranoid. If Charlotte wanted dinner he’d probably be pissed. But she was prepared to leave hungry and for some reason he couldn’t stop pushing her. “It’s no problem. Unless you don’t want to go out with me?”

  “Sorry if I seem rude. It’s just I’ve been warned about the dangers of falling into your web, James Hunter.”

  What the hell did that mean? “I think it might be too late for that, Blue-Eyes, considering what I just did to you on my dirty-ass floor.”

  She smiled. “I don’t mean sex. This is going to sound naïve, but I’m used to being friends with the guys I sleep with. I’m a little out of my depth with you and I don’t want to complicate things.”

  “What’s complicated about dinner?”

  “I don’t want to make this something it’s not. Or more specifically, my friends have warned me not to.”

  “Let me guess, Sophia?”

  Charlotte nodded apologetically. James closed his eyes. Of course this had happened. His cousin had enough dirt on him to make the editors of Penthouse uncomfortable. “So you’re gonna run away now you know I’m the big bad wolf?”

  Charlotte grinned. “No I don’t care about that at all. Everyone’s entitled to their past. I mean, look at you.” She waved a hand in an “S” shape over his torso and James grinned. He’d been fed “I’m not the jealous type” line before, women seemed to think it made them better girlfriend material, but it didn’t feel like Charlotte was yanking his chain. Even if it was incredibly strange to have this conversation while she was so unashamedly naked.

  “So what’s the problem, Blue-Eyes? Why can’t we be friends?”

  She stared at him for a moment, then laughed. “Okay, but I expect all my friends to tie me down and call me a slut. Is that going to be a problem?”

  I like this girl. I really fucking like her. “No problem at all.”

  They smiled at each other and a strange feeling ballooned in James’ chest. Like when he was watching his niece and nephew ride horses, but different. Worse. He shook his head. “Where do you wanna eat? There’s a Chinese place nearby. If you’re into rice?”

  “I’m a poor yoga teacher, I’m way into rice.”

  “Good, because I want to fuck you again and my dick needs a grace period of at least an hour.” James laughed at her stunned expression. “I’m gonna shower. Won’t be long.”

  He dragged his ass off the floor and staggered to his bathroom, ignoring the watery sensation in his legs. Maybe he should have asked Charlotte to join him but it didn’t feel right. This was like a date in reverse. Under the warm heavy spray his drowsy, post-fuck calm evaporated. He shouldn’t have asked Charlotte out. These kind of things were complicated enough without adding meals and small talk. The last thing he wanted was for Sophia to hack his nuts off because Charlotte developed an ill-advised crush. If you weren’t firing with fuck-hormones you’d have had the sense to order a fucking pizza.

  Still, what could he do now? Throw her out? The window for that opportunity had definitely closed. They’d go to dinner, eat quickly, and then James would make sure it never happened again.

  When he wandered into the lounge room in fresh jeans and a shirt, she was sitting on his sofa, still naked and looking at her phone. The sight of her breasts lit up by the screen made his cock throb. She looked up, a slight flush on her cheeks. “Oh, hey, sorry, I’ll get dressed.” She threw on her purple dress and flashed him a bright smile. “All done.”

  The red marks on her back hadn’t faded and their ugliness brought her pretty features into relief. Dark hair, bright eyes, smooth skin. Charlotte looked like a fairy princess from the books his niece liked. He’d belted down a fairy and rode her sweet fairy pussy while calling her a slut. I am going to hell. He took her hand and they strode to the car park in silenc
e. When they approached his truck, James went around to the passenger side and held the door open for her.

  “This is yours?” she asked, gesturing toward his black GMC Sierra.

  “Yup.”

  “Is it big enough?”

  James stared at Charlotte. What the fuck did people drive in Australia? Bulldozers?

  “I mean, what if a petrol tanker falls off a cliff face, how will you tow it to safety?”

  He frowned down at her, unable to tell if she was being serious or not. The next moment Charlotte’s innocent act cracked and she burst into peals of laughter. James turned away, resisting the urge to smile. “Anyone ever tell you it’s sad to laugh at your own jokes, Charlotte?”

  “What possible reason could you have for owning a car this big? Do you have a secret family?”

  “It’s a truck and it was a gift.”

  “From who, a military compound? Hang on, are you GI Joe?” She framed his face with her fingers. “Blond. Aloof. Yes, it all makes sense now. Tell me, Mr. Joe, what is your latest mission?”

  “Get in, woman.”

  Still snickering Charlotte clambered into her seat, and James turned the engine over. He loved his truck and when he found the scratch on his bonnet this afternoon he’d damn near punched a hole in a wall.

  I’ll service it this weekend, see if I can buff the mark out, fucking thing’s brand-new, can’t believe anyone had the balls to do that in the company car park—

  The realization Charlotte was watching him cut through his pissed off thoughts. He glanced over to see her studying his expression. “What?” he said, more aggressively than he intended.

  “Sorry if you didn’t like me making fun of you. It’s an Australian thing. You don’t know how strange it is to have friends who don’t make fun of me.”

  “Why would they make fun of you?”

  Charlotte smiled. “Because I’m a hippy, vegan nutcase. Everyone’s so polite about it, it makes me nervous.”

  “You’d like me to make fun of you?”

  “Don’t go too crazy. You hold all my dirty secrets in your big GI Joe hands.”