Charlotte's Master

by Marla Monroe

Nervous fingers bungled the last button, and she had to stop and take a deep breath to finish. Then she slipped the blouse off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She unzipped her skirt and let it drop, as well. All she wore now was her bra and garter with stockings and panties. The set matched, and she knew she’d worn them for Baxter now. She rarely wore matching underwear for work. Something deep inside of her knew this moment would come.

  “Take off your bra and panties, but leave the garters on, Charlotte,” Baxter instructed her.

  She licked her lips before reaching around to her back and unfastening her bra. It loosened in front but didn’t fall off. She had to pull it off. It rasped over her distended nipples. The sensation sent a shiver through her body that darkened Baxter’s eyes even more. She stepped out of her panties, never taking her eyes from Baxter’s gaze.

  He curled his finger. “Come here, Charlie.”

  Shaking, she slowly slid onto the bed and crawled toward him. He growled when she stopped just shy of reaching his knees.

  “Closer, Charlotte. I want to feel that hot mouth of yours on my dick.”

  How could she ever get her mouth around something that big? It was enormous and long enough to choke her. Would he expect her to swallow him? She was slowly working herself up into a full-fledged panic attack. Something she hadn’t had since her marriage.

  Suddenly, he was on his knees there in front of her.

  “Suck my cock, Charlotte.” He positioned her before him and, using her hair, pulled her head down with his hand.

  She relaxed into his hold and opened her mouth. She darted her tongue out to taste the drop of cum on his cockhead. It was salty, with a light musky taste. She ran her tongue down into the slit for more of the salty snack. He hissed and wound her hair tighter around his fist, but he didn’t jerk her down to swallow him. He let her explore instead.

  When she closed her mouth over just the crown and sucked, he growled and pushed upward with his cock, shoving more of it into her mouth. He was so large. She put a hand around the base of him, unable to encircle him with it. She added her other hand and began to lower her mouth down the long stalk in an effort to take as much of him as she could.

  When he hit the back of her throat, she relaxed and breathed in through her nose and sank just that little bit farther before she swallowed around him. He held her head there as he groaned and then released her, and she pulled off him again.

  “Again.”

  She sucked at the crown and then lowered her mouth once again down his dick wet with her saliva until she swallowed him in the back of her throat. He roared and jerked her off him. He panted even as he traced her jaw with one finger.

  “I want to be inside of you when I come,” he said, his voice tight. “Fuck me, but I won’t last if you keep teasing me with that wicked mouth of yours.

  Charlotte groaned and let her head drop back, exposing her neck to him. She reveled in his hold on her. He rolled her over on her hands and knees and pressed her head down to the bed.

  “Don’t move,” he said.

  She heard the crinkling of a condom wrapper. Then the head of his huge cock was rubbing at her cunt. He ran it up and down her weeping slit and then began pushing inside of her. She whimpered and pulled back from him. He was too large. He wouldn’t fit.

  A stinging slap on her ass stopped her movement.

  “Be still.”

  The swat on her ass did nothing to dampen her excitement. If anything, it had made her hotter. Her ex-husband had been into spanking, but at the time, Charlotte hadn’t enjoyed it. Why now? Why with Baxter and not him?

  Baxter thrust a finger deep within her and moved it around. Then he added a second finger and slowly started to fuck her with them. When she met his thrusts, he withdrew his fingers and then returned to her sopping wet pussy with three. She moaned at the fullness, but knew it was nothing compared to what she would feel with his hard cock inside of her.

  He curled his fingers inside of her until they found her G-spot and stroked along it so that she was nearly wild with need, pushing against him, so he slapped her other cheek and reminded her to be still. The slight burning added to the slow pressure developing inside her cunt.

  Just when she thought she would finally come for the first time in years, and not by her own hand, he pulled out and replaced his fingers with the head of his cock. When he pushed into her and his cock slid inside, she nearly screamed at the fullness but moaned instead. It wasn’t enough. She needed more.

  “More, God. Please, more.”

  He grunted and pushed deeper within her. He gave her more, and still more. When he finally reached the opening to her womb, he stopped.

  * * * *

  Fuck, she was tight. Either she wasn’t nearly as active sexually as he’d been led to believe, or all she’d fucked had been pencil dicks, because she was tighter than a virgin regardless of his size. He felt the sweat roll from his brow to drop onto her back. His handprint was outlined in pink on each cheek of her delectable ass. She took to his hand well. He couldn’t wait to see if she would climax just with a spanking. He bet she would.

  “Please, Baxter, do something. Move,” she begged.

  He pulled nearly all the way out and pushed forward again. Still she groaned at him and pushed back at the same time. She wanted more. He wanted to give her everything, but he knew physically, she wasn’t ready yet. Instead, he ground his teeth against the need to pound into her and make her his. He held her hips still as he slowly began pumping his dick in and out of her sweet cunt. His cock drug across her hot spot with each pass, and she tightened each time he did. He started anticipating those movements and spanked her just enough to make it sting. She moaned with each rasp of his cock and slap of his hand. When she thrust back, trying to urge him faster, he stopped and pulled all the way out.

  “What? Why did you stop?” Her voice sounded desperate.

  “Quiet, Charlie. I’m fucking you, not the other way around.”

  He rolled her over and then grabbed her hand when she started to stimulate herself. “Nuh-uh, mine, Charlie. Your little pussy is mine to control right now. I’ll take care of it.”

  “Please,” she said in a near whisper.

  Baxter pulled her legs up over his arms and positioned his cock at her pussy once again. This time, as soon as he began to squeeze inside her, he shoved hard and buried himself to the hilt in her hot hole. She screamed. He fucked her hard and fast, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer despite the condom dulling the sensation.

  She reached, trying to grab on to something but unable to, and she finally grabbed the covers beneath her and held on as he pummeled her with his hard cock. He felt his balls slap her ass with each shove of his cock. He shifted his angle and so that he rubbed over her sweet spot with each slide of his dick inside of her. She began to pant again, and when he leaned forward, he could make out her words,

  “Yes, yes, yes, yes.”

  He smiled and reached between them with one hand and stimulated her clit as he pounded into her over and over. Her sudden climax caught them both by surprise. Instead of a scream, she gasped for breath, squeezing down on him until he shot cum deep inside her in the condom.

  When she finally managed to get her breath, she yelled his name as he slowed his thrusting hips to a stop. Never had he come so hard and without controlling it. He was always in control. He pulled out, holding onto the condom with one hand to keep it from dripping. When he climbed off the bed without saying anything, he knew he was being an ass, but he needed to regain some measure of control again.

  After disposing of the condom, he returned to find Charlotte had curled into a ball with her back to him. He huffed out a breath and pulled down the covers, forcing her to roll off the bed while he did.

  “Climb back in bed, Charlotte.” He used his best Dom voice and noted that she responded but with a glare.

  Baxter rolled his lips inside to hide the smile that threatened to spread across his face. She was pissed. He didn
’t blame her, but he wasn’t going to let her get away with that small act of defiance either.

  He waited until she had gotten back in the bed before climbing in after her. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her temple and then her cheek. She stiffened. He gave her thigh a sharp tap with his hand.

  “Relax, Charlie. We need to get some sleep before we have to be up early in the morning.”

  While she did relax to some degree, it wasn’t all the way. He sighed and figured it would have to be enough for now. He couldn’t teach her everything in one night. He was looking forward to showing her his playroom one day. Then he would truly start teaching her how to relax and enjoy.

  “Just because I let you fuck me doesn’t mean you can order me around.”

  Oh, no. She did not just say that, he thought. Baxter grinned and wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her deeper into his embrace. Then he hooked an ankle at hers and yanked it back to widen her pussy to his itching fingers. He planned to exhaust her, so she wouldn’t say anything else to taunt him into losing control.

  “What are you doing?” she demanded, trying to move away from him.

  He had her arms confined at her sides and her legs spread wide. He reached down her pelvis with his fingers and played in her thick black curls. Yes, he would have her waxed, so he could show her how sensitive her pussy lips would be that way.

  He slid a finger between her slit to tease at her opening. She hissed. Tender no doubt from his stretching her. He circled her opening and then brought the juices back to circle her nipple with them. The cool air against the now wet nipple sent shivers down her spine. Her nipple stood at attention waiting for someone to touch it. He repeated the procedure to the other nipple, and she thrust her breasts up into his hand in an attempt at getting what she wanted, something stimulating her nipple other than the cool air.

  Baxter reached between her legs and began a slow trip from her wet slit up to her sensitive clit. He gently rubbed the juice from her climax over the little nub. It flared from its hood for him. He licked along her jawline as he softly stroked it. She started to moan and pump her hips against his hold on her. He smiled.

  She didn’t realize that the more she stimulated herself, the faster she would come and then come and come again. He would have her so worn out, she’d sleep until he woke her the next morning.

  He added a little more pressure to her nubbin as he stroked it while she tilted her pelvis to make it easier on him. When she began to whine and gasp, he was sure she was on the edge, so he pinched her nipple with one hand and her clit with the other. She screamed and bucked in his arms. He let off and then slowly stroked her clit again as she came down from her climax, only to start climbing again right back up that long hill. She tried to shake her head, but his head kept hers still.

  “Come for me again, sweet Charlotte. How many times can you come before you pass out? Hmmm?”

  “Please, no more. I can’t take it anymore,” she begged. He grinned and nibbled at her shoulder.

  “Sure you can, Charlie. You can always take more. Just a little more, baby.”

  He continued his assault on her clit until she came again in a high-pitch whine that had him wincing. He slowly let her down to breathe, then began tapping on her oversensitized clit with a finger until she pleaded with him not to anymore. He would make this the last time. They needed to sleep. He was hard as a rock again and would have to sleep that way. It would be his little punishment for starting the game in the first place.

  He tapped a little harder until she stiffened all over and hissed, and then passed out. He sighed and kissed her cheek before easing out of the bed to walk to the bathroom and obtain a warm wet bath cloth, so he could clean her up. He was careful to stay away from her sensitive nub. He didn’t want to wake her up again.

  Once he had her clean and the bath cloth put away, Baxter climbed in behind her and pulled her gently into his arms. She laid her head on his shoulder and sighed as if everything was perfect. As far as he was concerned, it was. He prayed that she would be receptive of his way of life. If she wasn’t, he didn’t know what he would do. He wasn’t sure he could live without her now. She’d crawled under his thick skin and settled in around his heart somewhere along the way.

  He couldn’t wait to see what she would look like with the stripe of the crop on her ass. He would teach her the soothing calm of the single tail. He wanted to know all her secrets, what she wanted and what she needed but still didn’t know about. He wanted her moans and gasps as his own. He needed to see her tears of relief. If she refused, Baxter wasn’t sure how he could take it. He just knew she was the one for him. Somehow, he had to convince her.

  Chapter Six

  “Charlie, wake up.”

  The voice sounded familiar, but she couldn’t quite place it. At least not in her bedroom, she couldn’t. No one slept in her bedroom but her.

  “You need to wake up. We’ve got to be on the road in an hour.”

  “Shit!” She jumped up, nearly knocking Baxter off the bed backward.

  “Hell, woman. Calm down,” he said with a growl.

  “I forgot where I was. You scared me.”

  “Time to get up. I laid out your clothes on the bed. I’m fixing something to eat. We don’t have long till we have to leave.” Baxter smiled at her.

  It all came back to her then. The events of the night before crashed around her, and she backed away from him. He reached for her, and she threw up her hands to ward him off, but he grabbed her just as she nearly fell backward off the other side of the bed.

  “Hey, you’re going to kill yourself if you don’t calm down. I’m not going to hurt you,” Baxter said a strange look on his face.

  “Sorry, I just…” She couldn’t finish the sentence.

  “Get dressed and come on up to the kitchen. I’ll have breakfast ready, and we can meet Jack and Nina out front.” Baxter gave her one more odd smile, and then he walked out of the room.

  Charlotte hurried to the bathroom to take care of her needs and then pulled her hair back in a ponytail. She recognized the front-closure bra and the rest of the clothes. What she didn’t recognize was the boots. She dressed then sat on the edge of the bed and looked at them. They’d been worn maybe twice it looked like. She turned them around and around then remembered. She and Nina had worn nearly identical outfits one winter, complete with the boots. They were wide heeled with only an inch in height, so they wouldn’t be dangerous on the bike. How had he found them without searching her closets?

  Aggravated that he had been through her things, Charlotte finished dressing and grabbed the bag to go through it. It all looked wearable, and he hadn’t forgotten anything. There were even a few things she might not have thought of. She repacked all of it and carried the pack into the kitchen.

  “There you are. Did you check your pack to be sure I had what you would need?” he asked.

  “Yeah, you seemed to have everything. I don’t exactly like that you went through my stuff though.” She huffed out a breath.

  “I didn’t really dig through your stuff. Nina told me where to find most of it. I like the boots. They look good on you.” He poured a glass of OJ and set it and a plate of eggs and bacon in front of her. “Eat up, it will be a long ride till lunch time.”

  Still pissed that she had been manipulated into going, she almost didn’t eat but figured she would be the only one suffering if she didn’t. The eggs and toast were great, but the bacon was really good. She ate her two pieces and eyed his. She waited until he turned to grab something from the refrigerator before snatching it off his plate. He didn’t seem to notice at first, and then he stopped and looked up at her chomping on the bacon.

  “You little thief,” he said. “You could have asked. I would have given it to you.”

  “Where would the fun be in asking?” She chuckled.

  “Stealing deserves punishment, but you’re going to be sore from riding the bike anyway, so I’ll postpone your punishments until after
we get back.”

  “Punishment? What punishment?” she asked.

  “I think five licks on your hot little ass with my hand should be good.”

  “Hell, no. You’re not spanking me,” she said with a frown.

  “Hell, yes, I am,” he said with a grin. “Deal with it. You have two days to think about it and add to it.”

  Charlotte swallowed the last of the bacon deciding it didn’t taste all that good after all. He was serious. Thinking about the night before, she realized he was very serious. What had she gotten herself into? Didn’t she have enough on her plate dealing with Neal?

  “Drink the rest of the OJ, too. You’ll be drinking a lot of water and sports drinks while we’re on the road. You get dehydrated between the heat and the wind. It won’t be as bad now as it would have been a month ago.”

  She watched him gather the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. When she tried to help, he just gave her a stern look and took it from her hands. She shrugged and waited while he started the dishwasher and then washed and dried his hands.

  “Supposed to be in the middle to upper eighties all weekend, so it won’t be bad, but it will be hot enough. Make sure you drink your water when we stop.”

  She nodded and waited to see what was next. Evidently, they were leaving because he grabbed his pack and the helmets. She followed him out the door leading to the garage with her pack on her back.

  “Okay, let me put my stuff in the saddlebags.” He divided up his clothes and the pack into the saddlebags.

  “The ponytail has to go,” he said and pulled the fastener off and stuck it in his jeans pocket before settling a helmet on her head and fastening the chin strap. “How does that feel?”

  “Okay, I’ll have to get used to my head feeling like it weighs a ton though.” She watched him put on his helmet, and when he talked to her this time, it came through speakers in the helmet. She nearly jumped out of her skin.

  “You sure are nervous. Is it me or just in general with everything going on?” he asked.