Charlotte's Master

by Marla Monroe

  “Does the thought of going bare excite you?” he asked, picking up on her shiver.

  “I don’t know. It makes me nervous though. I remember how it felt to get waxed, and the thought of having all that hair pulled out sounds a little painful to me,” she admitted.

  He chuckled. “Your first foray into sensual torture.”

  “Sadist.”

  He laughed. “I’m not really a sadist, but a little pain can intensify the pleasure a whole hell of a lot, babe. You’ll see.”

  Charlotte waited to see what he’d do next. Just lying there was beginning to get a little old. She wanted him to fuck her. She needed him to fuck her. Sooner rather than later.

  He leaned over and traced her nipple with the tip of his tongue and then gently tugged on her other nipple with his fingers. Then he switched and did the same thing to the opposite breast. Just that small stimulation had her arching her back in an attempt to get closer to his mouth. She needed more than just some simple touch. She needed him to pinch her, tug on her nipple, something besides the soft touches he was giving her now.

  Then he licked his way around her breasts before kissing his way up her neck to her jaw and to her mouth. Baxter nipped at her earlobe and then kissed her while rubbing gentle circles around her abdomen so that she still ached for more. This wasn’t what she’d expected when he’d tied her down.

  She pushed her chest up closer to him in hopes he’d get the hint and do something besides brush kisses against her mouth or nibble on her neck. She needed something more, something harder.

  “Please, Baxter.”

  “Please what, Charlie?”

  “More. This is driving me crazy. I need more.”

  His soft chuckle made her mad. She glowered up at him. “What the fuck kind of game are you playing?”

  “Just showing you that torture doesn’t have to hurt, and the more you need something, the better it will be when you finally get it. You’ll see, babe. By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll be begging for an orgasm that will blow your mind,” he said.

  “I don’t like teasing, Baxter.”

  “Too bad. Teasing is what you’re getting until I’m ready to give you something else. Deal with it.”

  She huffed out a breath and gritted her teeth. She could use her safe word and stop all of it, but then she might not get sex at all. She wanted him to fuck her. She was tired of all the carefully controlled sex she’d had for the last few nights. It had been nice once or twice but not all the time. She liked the slight roughness Baxter gave her.

  He moved down her abdomen with his mouth and hands, petting and stroking her with both his fingers and his tongue. He made her giggle when he found a sensitive spot at the juncture of her hip and thigh. He stroked his tongue over the spot several times before moving lower to lick down her inner thighs. She shuddered at the fact that he was so close to her pussy without touching it.

  She couldn’t stop the slight whimper from escaping her mouth as he gently bit her inner thighs. That little nip of pain had her pussy clenching with need. When he ran a finger down her slit just enough to gather some of her juices on his finger, Charlotte nearly yelped with surprise.

  “You’re already so wet, Charlie. So very wet and I haven’t really done anything to you yet,” Baxter said.

  “I need you to take care of me, Baxter.”

  “Take care of you? I’m taking care of you, babe. Just relax and feel. Let the pleasure build. The slower we go, the hotter it will be in the end. You’ll see.”

  “I’m going to explode before we ever get there if you keep going this slow,” she said.

  He chuckled. Charlotte could feel his breath on her moist pussy lips. He was so close to her that she was sure that if she moved just right she could touch him, but she held back, not wanting to do anything that might put a stop to his exploring. She wanted him to hurry up but knew without his saying so that if she tried to rush things, he’d only go slower.

  Just when she thought he’d fallen asleep between her legs, Baxter licked up her slit at the same time he tweaked her nipple. She gasped and then moaned at the delicious sensations. He lapped at her slit while he gently twisted her nipples one at a time. The slight sting had her pussy clenching on empty space as he licked and stabbed with his tongue just short of really giving her what she needed. God, she wanted more. So much more.

  He moved between her legs and spread her pussy lips with his fingers. She groaned. Finally, he was going to do something that would push her closer to her climax. When all he did was blow on her sex, cooling the soft tissues that were soaked with her juices, she cursed under her breath.

  “What was that, Charlie? Were you using a safe word? I didn’t hear it clearly.”

  “No. I’m not using a safe word unless there’s one for hurry the fuck up,” she snapped.

  “Bad girl.” He gently slapped her pussy with his hand.

  That slight sting was the best thing she’d felt since he’d first put his mouth on her pussy seconds earlier. Maybe she could make him slap her a few more times. That would get her going. She opened her mouth to say something else snarky but stopped when he thrust two fingers deep inside her cunt.

  The stretching burn of having two fingers deep inside of her had her moaning in ecstasy. She arched to get more of him inside of her. He placed one hand on her pelvis and pressed down to keep her from moving and then stroked the fingers inside of her over her sweet spot, making her eyes roll back in her head.

  Dear. God.

  “So responsive. Love it, Charlie.”

  “Please, Baxter. I need you.”

  “I’m going to fuck you, babe. Just hold on. You’re doing so well.”

  He removed his fingers but replaced them with his mouth as he licked and sucked on her pussy lips to the point she wanted to scream for more. When he dragged some of her juices down to her ass, she stiffened. He’d played back there before, but she wanted him to focus on her pussy, not her ass. She started to say something, but he chose that moment to suck on her clit at the same time he pushed a finger slicked with her pussy juices into her ass. She clamped down on it as he held her clit with his teeth and teased the little nub with his tongue.

  Oh. My. God.

  It felt amazing and dirty all at the same time. She felt her pussy tighten inside with the need to be filled. She couldn’t prevent her body from moving with the sensations of his tongue licking her clit. Pressure built inside of her at stimulation of his mouth on her sensitive spot. She was going to come soon. It wouldn’t be enough though. She needed his cock inside of her. Surely, he was going to fuck her. She’d go crazy if he didn’t.

  “Are you close, Charlie?” he asked.

  “Close. So close. Please, Baxter. I need you inside of me.”

  “Not yet, babe. Not yet.”

  “Why?”

  “You’re not there yet. I want you so on edge that you explode the second I shove my dick in your tight, wet cunt, babe. I want to feel you squeeze me so hard that I come without even needing to move.”

  Charlie whimpered. It all sounded great, but she didn’t want to wait for that. How was he able to hold back when she was right there, tied down, and at his mercy? It had to be that control thing he had going on. The man was in complete control all the time.

  Except when he had Neal on the ground pounding him. Then he wasn’t in control.

  Why had she thought about that right then? Was it because she was trusting him while she was tied up not to hurt her? Neal would have, she was sure of it, but Baxter? No. She trusted him. She trusted him with her safety, so she needed to trust him with her pleasure, as well.

  She relaxed after that and let her body enjoy the touches he gave her. Yes, he was driving her crazy with need, but it would all be worth it. She just had to trust him.

  As if he knew the instant that she gave herself to him, he sucked hard on her clit so that she nearly exploded right there for him. Then he was off the bed and shoving down his jeans to step out of
them. Seconds later, he was kneeling between her legs, smoothing on a condom and then fitting his hard dick at her entrance. Like he’d promised, the second he shoved inside of her, Charlie climaxed so hard she saw stars behind her eyelids.

  “Baxter!”

  He growled as he shoved deep inside her cunt. Charlotte clamped down on his shaft as pleasure exploded inside of her. She wasn’t sure if it was one long orgasm or if she came again when he hit her cervix, but she felt as if she was going to pass out from the head rush she got as she came apart around him.

  Baxter cursed before taking her mouth in a kiss that was hotter than a summer day in July. He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth and then sucked on her bottom lip before rearing back and pumping his thick dick deep inside of her over and over.

  “Fucking tight, Charlie. So fucking tight. I’m not going to last.”

  Charlie couldn’t speak if her life depended on it. He’d taken all her breath with that kiss, and she was fighting to breathe.

  When he cursed again and stilled over her with his cock buried deep inside of her, she was sure she’d died. Another smaller explosion thrilled over her nerve endings and dragged a gasp from her parched throat.

  Baxter collapsed on top of her but quickly rolled to one side so that they panted together.

  “Give me a second”—pant, pant—“I’ll untie you.” Pant, pant.

  “Good. Can’t breathe,” she managed to get out.

  After at least a full minute later, Baxter rolled off the bed and disposed of the condom before releasing the ropes that had bound her hands and feet to the bed frame. He massaged each limb and examined them carefully.

  “Doesn’t look like you chafed them. Remember anytime you’re tied down to let me know if you feel like the rope or straps are bruising you. Okay?” he asked.

  “Okay. Can I go to sleep now?” she asked with a wide yawn.

  He laughed. “Sure, babe. Go to sleep. You earned it.”

  Charlotte sighed and turned on her side to settle her head on his shoulder and an arm over his chest. That had been unbelievable. She’d hated waiting while it was going on, but the results had been, well, amazing. She’d never had an orgasm anything like that had been. Had it only been one? It had felt like more than that.

  No, a nap was just what she needed after that. Then they needed to talk about what next.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “What the hell just happened?” Charlie asked as court was dismissed.

  She watched as Neal walked out of the courtroom free instead of being returned to his jail cell.

  “The judge released him as time served. He’s not supposed to make any contact with you or be within a hundred yards of you at any time. The judge felt that he’d learned his lesson and since he didn’t actually harm you when he broke into your house, he didn’t see that his actions warranted any further jail time. I’m sorry, Charlotte.” The attorney shrugged. “I would suggest getting a dog to deter him from trying again.”

  “She doesn’t need a dog. She’s got me,” Baxter said. “The asshole tries anything else, and he’ll have to go through me first.”

  “I can’t believe he can just walk away after he broke into my house and attacked me.”

  “I’m sorry, babe. I told you it was a possibility since he didn’t have any prior arrests or complaints against him. He’ll think twice about coming after you again with me to contend with. I’ll keep you safe,” Baxter assured her.

  “I know you will, but I’m going to look over my shoulder all the time now. He should have had to pay more than a few weeks in jail.”

  “You’re right, but there’s nothing we can do about it now. Come on. Let’s meet Jack and Nina for lunch and plan our next ride.” Baxter wrapped his arm around her shoulder and led her out of the courtroom.

  She couldn’t believe it. Where was justice when a man could threaten a woman and get away with only a warning? She mumbled under her breath that she hoped he got his dick caught in a revolving door, much to Baxter’s amusement.

  “A revolving door? Where do you think up these things?” he asked with a laugh.

  “Where are we going to eat?” she asked after he got off the phone with Jack.

  “They’re going to meet us at the diner at the truck stop. Nina wants some greasy food.”

  “Yum,” she said. “Perfect way to celebrate a total loss.”

  “I don’t want you worrying about him, babe. I’ll take care of you. You live with me now, so you’re not alone.”

  “I know, but I can’t help but feel weird that he’s not going to be in jail for a while. He doesn’t deserve to get out this soon.”

  “Come on. You can complain to Nina about it.” Baxter handed her helmet to her and then climbed on the bike, waiting for her to climb on next before he started the engine.

  They made it to the diner before Nina and Jack rolled up. Charlie immediately latched on to her best friend and fussed about Neal getting out. The other woman felt the same way she did that justice had failed her.

  “So, when do we start classes?” Nina asked.

  “Next week. I signed us up for the self-defense course and the beginner’s taekwondo classes after that,” Charlotte told her.

  “I still say we could have refreshed your self-defense,” Baxter said, sounding hurt.

  “We know you could, but we need to do this. Getting out of the house one night a week will be good for us. You can have a guy’s night while we have classes,” Nina said.

  “Great. Beer and pizza,” Jack said.

  He said it with so much enthusiasm that Charlotte giggled. He obviously didn’t like it any more than Baxter did that they were going to take classes.

  “So, what about the next ride?” Baxter asked. “Where to?”

  “How would you feel about a four-day ride to Little Rock and back?” Jack asked. “It’s a circular run that goes through a few small towns then Little Rock and back around the other side. It would mean taking off work for the girls, but it would be fun before winter sets in and it’s too cold to get a long ride in.”

  “I’m in. Can you gals get off work a couple of days?” Baxter asked.

  Charlotte looked over at Nina. The other woman shrugged. As far as she was concerned they could.

  “We’ll ask off. Just need to know what days,” Nina said.

  “Let’s plan it for the weekend after next. Take off that Thursday, Friday, and Monday. We’ll be back Sunday, but you’ll probably need Monday off to recuperate after a long ride like that,” Baxter suggested.

  “Okay. So, are there other people on this ride or will it only be us?” Charlotte asked.

  “Just us, but more than likely we’ll see some other riders at the various stops. Shouldn’t have to worry about any clubs though. Don’t have any in the general area,” Jack said.

  “This is going to be fun. I need to get a jacket for this run,” Charlotte said. “It’s still going to be chilly on the back of the bike.”

  “We’ll get you a leather jacket this weekend. You need one to protect your skin if we were to have to lay it down on the road. Might not hurt for you to have chaps, as well,” Baxter said.

  “I don’t know about all of that,” she said with a laugh.

  “We’re going to look so cool with our biker gear on,” Nina said.

  “Just as long as we don’t have to wear T-shirts that say, ‘biker bitch’ on them,” Charlotte said.

  “I’ll plan out the ride and book our hotel rooms along the way,” Jack said.

  “Make sure they have decent beds. After riding all day, we deserve nice beds to sleep in,” Nina said.

  “No Motel 6’s then,” Jack said with a laugh.

  “Hell no.” Charlotte snorted. “Something with a little more class than that.”

  They talked about the planned trip and then agreed to have a cookout the following weekend to go over the details once Jack had everything set up. Charlotte loved their cookouts. The food was always delicious, and it was fun
to sit outside at their place next to the fire pit and just talk. She had to admit that since she’d moved in with Baxter her life had gotten a thousand percent better. She’d found what she’d been missing with him. She wasn’t sure when she had realized it, but Charlotte no longer felt like she was missing something in her life. Baxter and his brand of dominance seemed to fit her needs.

  They’d continued to play in the bedroom but hadn’t ventured into Baxter’s playroom so far. She wasn’t sure what he was waiting on but knew he would eventually take her there when he thought she was ready. So far, he hadn’t done anything that bothered her enough to use her safe word. She’d had him slow down a few times but hadn’t needed to stop anything he’d done to her yet. She trusted him to know what her limits were, and so far, he hadn’t found hers.

  I think he’s the perfect man for me, but what if he isn’t as serious about me as I am becoming about him? How will I handle it if he decides to end our relationship sometime in the future? I’m already hooked on him. I may already be falling in love with him.

  Charlotte shoved that thought to the back of her mind. She didn’t want to worry about losing him when she’d just found him. They were still new in their relationship. She would worry about losing him if or when that seemed a possibility. Right now, she wanted to enjoy the time they had together. He was a generous lover, and despite some of the kinky aspects of their sex play, she thoroughly enjoyed everything he did to her.

  “What are you thinking so hard about, babe?” Baxter asked.

  She smiled. “Just thinking that life was good despite Neal getting out of going back to jail.”

  “It is good,” he said. “Having you in my home, in my life, is just about perfect.”

  “I feel the same way about you,” she admitted with a smile.

  “Ready to go home, babe?” he asked.

  “Yeah.”

  * * * *

  Baxter watched as Charlie flopped down on the couch, a frown on her pretty face. She was worrying about Neal getting out of jail despite him telling her not to. She needed something else to think about, and he knew just the thing to take her mind off the other man.