Charity's Secrets

by Maya James

  He kisses me deeply and I feel his hands slide down my body. I want them everywhere; my swollen nipples ache for his touch, my burning skin, my hard clit is demanding service. A determined hand moves down my stomach and over my vulva, wanting to expose my secrets. His fingers slide in my building juices, moving through my folds and covering themselves in my lubrication. They make incidental contact with my clitoris and it shocks my body, forcing quick, unexpected grunts of desire from my mouth.

  Just when I suspect he will ram them into me, his hand disappears and I see him lifting it toward his mouth. Justin smiles wickedly before sucking his fingers clean, growling lightly as he enjoyed my taste.

  I can't wait any more. I thrust at the restraints, straining to get my hands on him. "Fucking touch me! Touch me now! I need you, Justin—please put your fingers in me."

  I'm enraged with lust, almost furious. I can feel more wetness drips between my legs.

  His vicious, panty-dropping smile spreads evenly across his beautiful face. He loves it when I beg.

  Justin's hand grabs my pussy. His fingers hook through the wetness again and then stab at my clit, pressing and pulling it, rubbing its tip. My knees quiver beneath me as electric jolts flood my thighs.

  "Is this what you want?" he whispers.

  I may be shackled to the wall, but I feel released. His strumming fingers control me, enticing my orgasm closer. He steps up to me, pulling my head back by my hair, and starts licking my neck, sucking on my earlobe. Our bodies rub together, exchanging our heat back and forth.

  "Yes! I want this. Make me cum!"

  His strong arm is flexing and shaking along my body as he works me, stroking me to climax. He slides a finger in me and teases my G-spot, letting me catch my breath for a moment. Then he's back on my clit with a renewed passion.

  My entire body contracts as my first orgasm breaches my soul. Justin tugs my hair for no other reason but to keep my neck arched where my moans morph into howls of ecstasy in his ear.

  "Cum for me, Warrior," he demands. "Cum on my fingers so that I can taste you again."

  "I am! Oh, fuck! I'm cumming!"

  Somehow, his fingers go faster and the spasms take control. Swell after swell, I gush over his hand as my arms pull tight from the wall until there's nothing left of me.

  Finally I drop my weight, spent, letting the bindings keep me up. His fingers are still on me, being slow and careful, tender on my deflated clitoris as he starts a new passion in me.

  Justin bites and then sucks on my earlobe. "That was good for your first one. Let's see how far away the second one is," he says enthusiastically.

  I try to protest but I haven't fully caught my breath. Suddenly, his fingers are in me quickly massaging my G-spot vigorously.

  "Oh, Christ, yes!"

  It's not very far off at all, and he knows it better than I do. He begins to slide down my body while he masturbates me, his tongue on my throat and then my chest. I feel the tightening of my nipples happen, and then one of them is swallowed into the enormous heat of his mouth.

  Oh, the fucking relief!

  He fondles my insides, ushering forth an orgasm that promises to be bigger than the last. All the muscles around my opening are flexing in time with my breathing. Still, he drops lower to his knees. I feel his other hand pulling at the Velcro straps on the ankle cuffs, freeing one and then the other, before he throws my legs over his shoulders. The warmth of his face pushes through my thighs until his wet tongue caresses me just an inch or so away from his busy fingers.

  I wasn't expecting him to stand but he does, leaving me dangling by my wrists, my shoulders pressed to the wall. I have no choice but to hold on with my legs around his head, at his mercy. The lashings of his tongue beat my clit back into a swollen, aching hardness while his finger dances a come-hither stroke inside me. His free hand cups my ass, supporting me like a meal to his mouth.

  I can't take it! It's too much!

  My hips buck, and I grind myself on his chin. The intense throbbing becomes explosive as both my clit and G-spot erupt together.

  Justin holds me to his face in the sunlight, the view of the city witness to him delivering me to heaven, to pure bliss and fascination. My screams slow to exhausted shouts, and then drained moans of pleasure as the sun begins to set, the ending of the day timed with the end of my orgasm. He lowers my panting body softly to the floor, at least my feet, until he releases my hands.

  It's my turn and I'm going to make it count—at least that's what I thought. He grabs me wickedly, driving me to the floor under his weight, face down like I'm being arrested. I feel him kick my feet apart and lay in the middle of my legs, his hot breath panting excitedly in my ear. The tip of his heat finds my warrior parts and pushes in, entering me like a man that can't wait another moment, one that will die without my pleasures.

  He lifts the hair off my neck and kisses my tingling flesh as if he's never kissed me there before, or will ever again. Growls roll up from deep within his chest while he covers me. His body pounds against me, thrusting and humping me further into the floor while he fills me.

  "Fuck me, Justin! Fuck me harder."

  His breathing grows more rapid. The call of my voice turned him on, and I want to give him more.

  "You feel so damn good. Fuck me harder."

  He lifts off me and flips me over swinging a leg over his head, and once I'm on my back he grabs my thighs so that my legs are spread across the front of him in a wide V. I know why we moved. It's so that he can face me while he climaxes, and it's very close.

  Justin guides his manhood back into me. My body swallows him eagerly and I see his eyes roll into the top of his head for a moment, taken by the unexpected level of pleasure.

  "Look at me, Justin. Look at me and take me." I grab his huge arms so that he can feel me aggressively ushering him on.

  He begins rocking in and out of me, gliding through my vaginal walls no matter how hard they bear down on him. My juices drip down my ass as a testament to his skill and fiery passion.

  And finally, his eyes find mine.

  "Oh Christ!” he bellows. His climax erupts instantly.

  I was not expecting it, but a third of my own hits me from nowhere. I believe it's just the pure excitement of his orgasm that created mine, just the power of having him look at me and the mere sight of me making him cum. Mine is a pleasant surge washing over me in subtle waves, yet allowing me to enjoy the power of Justin exploding.

  "God! God! God!" he shouts, until he seizes, his body wrenched in a single, long convulsion. His cock is rammed in me to its hilt as our cum mixes inside me.

  Finally, he collapses above me, kissing my neck and whispering that he loves me over and over.

  I will never grow tired of hearing that.

  CHAPTER II

  "I can't let you see him, Charity. Not right now; not like this."

  "I don't understand," I reply, the panic beginning to rise.

  "It's just not the time."

  "He needs me!" I plead. "Maybe now more than ever. You don't know what I've been doing for him, what I've been risking just to make him complete—my own life for fuck's sake!"

  "I'm sorry, but you don't get to choose this. Some things are not in your control."

  His stoic face gives me nothing.

  Asshole! An asshole and a bastard!

  I wish I knew where the hell I am.

  "You've been here before," he mumbles, even though I hadn't been speaking aloud.

  I suddenly recognize him as the maître d’ from the Oval Room back when Justin had ousted the former Senator. How he has any power here is beyond me.

  "I demand to see Justin now!"

  "Then leave!" he barks.

  "Excuse me?" I am furious at this point. I'm done fucking around with this prick!

  "He isn't here," he whispers before I can do or say anything else. "Only you are."

  "What are you talking about?" I ask.

  He smiles, but it’s still emotionless. "Come on,
Dear—you knew one of you would have to go."

  My chest seizes between breaths. One of us would have to go? I don't understand any of this, and everything seems surreal.

  The last I recall, I had spent a wonderful evening at home with Justin. Now my head is spinning, and I'm not sure where I am. It suddenly looks a lot like our bedroom, down to the black bed cover and the deep red accents.

  "Are you okay?" Justin asks softly.

  "What?" I ask in a groggy voice that barely works. I clear my throat and rub my eyes, trying to get them to open further than the tiny slits they are at the moment.

  "You looked like you might have been having a bad dream." His handsome face is full of kindness and concern. Of course he looks sexy even with bed-hair. I need an hour to be presentable and he looks good just by opening his eyes. Okay, that’s not true, he doesn’t even have to open his eyes.

  I think he's right. I think I was having a very bad dream, but damned if I can remember any of it already. It had immediately faded into the dream abyss. Whatever it was, I don’t think I was enjoying it because it left me with a sick feeling and a racing heart.

  My reality settles as I try to fully wake. Justin, complete with be-my-tongue-jockey morning stubble, is just a few inches away. He's comfortably propped on his right shoulder to face me.

  Lazily rubbing my eyes, I realize what has happened again. "Babe?"

  "Yes, Beautiful?" he responds, the alertness in his voice giving me my answer before I ask the question.

  "Were you watching me sleep again?"

  I smile when I hear his guilty little laugh.

  I'll pretend that I don't adore it. "When are you going to stop doing that? I've been here for months and I'm not going anywhere." My lips betray me and will not release my grin.

  "I'm just not tired and bored with you yet. Maybe someday," he teases. His hand gently rests on my cheek and he uses the pad of his thumb to rub my bottom lip. "Truth is, I'm still completely under your spell and I hope it's never lifted. After a lifetime of wanting to be alone by morning, I am fascinated by the comfort it gives me to wake up and feel your body pressed into the sheets next to me, the warmth of your smooth skin touching me, the angelic contours of your relaxed face."

  With my mind still crossing the horizon from dream to reality, and now swooning in the churning and upwelling of his love, I desperately need something to hold on to. I roll over and throw myself over his chest, squeezing him tightly. "I love you, Justin."

  "I love you too, Warrior, more than life itself." He swings his arm around my shoulders, enveloping me into the safety and security of his embrace.

  I toss my leg over his, wanting as much contact as I can get. Our sheets press into his gorgeous body and outline his form. Even his sleeping cock is an obvious bulge that draws my eyes.

  "I'm keeping you all to myself today," he says. "I don't want to have my eyes off you for a moment."

  "That's the plan," I tell him. I know he's smiling above me. "I'm all yours, no interruptions. Are we staying in and being lazy, or did you have something in mind?"

  "Going out," he answers, his voice full of matter-of-factness. "I thought a nice drive to a couple of my favorite wineries, a few good bottles of grape juice, something to eat outside of the city for a change?"

  "I love it!" My voice relays my excitement.

  "I thought you would. Tony will be picking us up in—" He pauses and stretches his neck to see the time. "An hour."

  "Good to know," I laugh, not at all surprised by his assumption that I would want to go, or that I would be able to get ready so quickly.

  THE DRIVE TO WASHINGTONVILLE was wonderful, so much of it reminds me of my favorite places back home. There are more trees and lakes up here than I had imagined; small, quiet towns nestled into the hills, and the old wooden structures and the hand dug cellar the Brotherhood Winery is still using are beautiful. Justin insisted we take the tour so I could hear how it is one of the oldest in the country, surviving prohibition by making sacramental wine for the churches.

  It is easy to see why he likes the place so much. I fell in love with it myself within minutes, and that's before a flight of reds.

  We are driving to a second place now, listening to Macklemore & Ryan Lewis sing "Thrift Shop" while we tip a bottle of Carpe Diem from Brotherhood. Justin suddenly begins to belt out the hook of the song, "I'm gonna pop some tags—"

  I didn't even hear the rest of his rapping behind my laughter. He is so unexpected sometimes. At the office, he's a wall of no emotion that commands absolute respect. With his team, he strikes domination and fear into anyone that opposes him. With our friends, he is a sexy, normal guy. And finally, there is the loving man with me now that would do almost anything for my smile. The privacy screen is up, so Tony cannot hear a thing happening back here. I'm sure that if he did, the confusion would give him a heart attack.

  Justin pours each of us another glass, proud at the damage we've done to the bottle so quickly, when his attention is stolen by a turn Tony steered us into. There is nothing out of the ordinary with it to me, but in an instant, Justin is gone and JP is here.

  At first he does nothing, just watches through the back window. Tony takes a second right, then a third.

  He's circling around. Justin knew the directions well and knew that something was up the second we turned where we shouldn't have.

  We came back to the main road. Tony stopped for the sign, but held us there, waiting.

  Justin hit the call button. "What is it?" he demands.

  Tony seems to stutter nervously. I don't know if it's because I'm here, or if he's just scared shitless of Justin.

  Justin turns and looks at me. His face does not change at all, but somehow his eyes reassure me.

  "It's okay," he barks at Tony. "She can handle it."

  "It’s probably nothing Sir, but we had a tail. They came in right after us at Brotherhood, left at the same time, and they were taking the same path we were on—keeping themselves back in the distance."

  Justin doesn't say a word, his mind working on the information and the possibilities. Once again, I find myself wondering how the hell I got into this.

  "They're not there now Sir. A lot of people travel between Warwick and Brotherhood. I've done it myself, Sir, every time I've come up here. They're both nice places, not too far apart, and this is the best route between them."

  Justin was calm and quiet a moment longer. "So you think it was nothing?"

  "Yes, Sir. I just didn't want to take any chances."

  His face is firm, teeth clenched. "Do we still go?"

  "I believe its safe, Sir. I wouldn't let my paranoia ruin your day."

  I see in Justin's eyes that he wasn't asking Tony. He's waiting for me to call it. I don't know if it was Tony's words, or my own warrior defiance at not wanting to stop such a perfect day, but I hear myself answer, "We go. Even if it was a tail, it was over the second they saw us going around the block."

  Do I even believe this myself?

  Justin relaxes. "You heard that?" he asks Tony.

  "Yes sir."

  The car lurches forward just after Justin releases the call button, tilting us to the left as Tony makes a right back onto the main road. The road is quiet and friendly now, there's no one else around at the moment.

  Fifteen minutes later, we are leaning on the copper bar top at the Warwick Winery and waiting for our glasses. The length of the bar is elbow-to-elbow busy with voices loud and cheerful with the hosts trying to shout over everyone. Tin dumping buckets line up with about every four people, and everyone has a copy of the selection list and a three inch pencil. I'm most grateful for the crackers; I know they're for resetting our palates, but I really need to get something in my stomach. I’m still dizzy from Brotherhood.

  Our host is a heavy-set man about our age with jet black hair and matching fingernails. He has an unexpected amount of knowledge about the wines, much more than his normal bartender looks suggest. He provides more detail than o
ur slightly drunk minds could really remember, and in the end we buy a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon and take it into the back where they have tables, food, and live music. We enjoy the rest of our time here, but it never once leaves my mind what had happened. What I want to know is that if we are being watched, is it primarily Justin—or do I have to watch my back too?

  Lena had been right to open my eyes to the possibilities, and I have made my decision to keep going. It was time to grow a pair, this was not going to change my mind.

  Fuck being scared!

  There are two options for me; I could be scared and hide or I could fight.

  I popped a piece of cheese into my mouth and took a swig from my glass. "You have a training compound of some kind, a firing range, something like that?"

  "Yes," Justin answers full of uncertainty, wondering why I was asking.

  The next thing out of my mouth was in no way, shape, or form a question. It was a demand. "Tomorrow—you're taking me!"

  CHAPTER III

  Senator Scott Lewis is visibly overwhelmed. He keeps catching himself ringing his fingers together nervously, and to stop himself he runs his hands toward his knees to straighten his pants out over and over until he forgets and goes back to the ringing. It's a terrible thing to realize your entire life is a trap that you've asked for yourself.

  Sitting in the room with him is most of the group responsible for getting him elected, temporarily and then permanently just a few weeks ago. There's a few more, but they will never come to a meeting like this, money guys and an ex-president from the opposite party.

  A tangled web woven.

  Some of the men sitting in Lewis' own study are his friends and political allies. Some of them, like Justin, he has no idea who they are or why they came. Those that know him are the ones that asked him for this meeting, setting him up. They told him, now that he was a Senator there was some business to take care of. He didn't exactly know what they had meant about that, but he invited them over as they requested.

  No one talked for the first twenty minutes while they waited for everyone to arrive. Lewis tried making small talk, but his guests were all acting a little too serious. That's when he began getting nervous.