Bound to be Punished
Part 2
S.P. Miller
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Part 2
It was still early when Charles awoke again, his senses transitioning instantly from a sound, restful sleep to an alert, wakeful state. Beside him, Anne still slept soundly, the length of her soft, warm body pressed against his, delightfully bare and smooth. The scent of her, a light, sweet blend of natural musk and flowers, permeated the air and teased his olfactory senses.
Reaching over, he ran one hand over her skin, trailing up her back from her waist to her neck. She slept on, undisturbed by the smooth touch of his skin against hers; Anne had always slept deeply, oblivious to the outside world until dawn came and the sun returned. Still, after the way he’d ravished her it didn’t surprise him that she slept so soundly. As she continued to sleep, he slipped quietly out from between the covers.
Grabbing his robe and a bottle of water from the fridge, Charles slid the balcony door open and stepped out into the warm Californian night. The fresh air washed over him, and he inhaled deeply as a light breeze blew past him, cracking open the water to take a drink.
Charles’ absence from the bed soon caused Anne to stir, awakening gradually as she stretched and felt for him, finding his spot empty. It wasn’t unusual for him to leave the bed before dawn, and she cracked an eye open to peer at the clock.
4:37AM the numbers glowed neon green in the dark, and she sighed. “Charles,” she called softly, expecting him to be in the bathroom. There was no response, though, and she sat up groggily to look around; the room was dark with no sign of her lover, no light in the bathroom.
Rising from the bed, she searched through the dark and found Charles’ shirt draped over one of the bedposts, and she slipped it on for some coverage before crossing the room quietly to double-check the bathroom. Her eyes had adjusted well to the darkness, and finding no sign of him she crossed over to the balcony doors and peer through the curtains.
To her relief, Charles was there, sitting on a lounge chair with his bottle of water as he watched the city lights and pale, pre-dawn sky. His attention was focused outward, and she sighed softly as she peered out at him. ‘Did I make a mistake?’ she wondered, watching as he brought the bottle back to his lips and tilted the clear liquid down his throat. In everything he did, Charles moved with a deliberate and calculated grace, his fingers long and nimble.
A thrill of energy ran down her spine, and Anne shivered slightly, remembering how it had felt just a few hours earlier when he caressed her and held her with those same hands. Shaking her head, she bit her tongue and slipped away from the door without disturbing him. He might be capable of making do on limited amounts of sleep, but it was too early for her to be up.
The bed was still warm when she slid between the covers, but she didn’t bother taking his shirt off; it smelled of the familiar musk and sandalwood of his skin. ‘Lord I missed him…’ the thought flickered through her mind sleepily as she snuggled into the pillows, and she’d fallen asleep before her mind could produce a coherent denial or protest.
***
“Time to awaken, my love,” she awoke to the warm embrace and amused voice of Charles as he leaned over her, kissing her soundly on the mouth before withdrawing again. “As I’ve no doubt you’re famished,” he grinned as she sat up and blinked at him blearily, “I brought you breakfast.”
It was morning alright, with the sun shining through the windows to illuminate the room. Anne stretched and covered her mouth as she yawned, glancing over toward the clock. It was 9:40 and Charles presented her with a covered tray. His presentation had such an air of triumph that she couldn’t help the light giggle that escaped her, and he smirked slightly, shaking his head.
“Enjoy,” he encouraged her, lifting the cover off. The tray was still warm, and she inhaled deeply as the aroma of light, fluffy eggs and a stack of French toast filled the room. The French toast was glazed with fresh strawberries and a carafe of pure, hot maple syrup sat beside her coffee and cream on the tray.
“Oh my,” she felt her stomach rumble sharply as if on cue, and looked back to Charles, “it’s perfect, thank you.”
He shrugged, answering with a grin, “Well, try it at least, before I give your regards to the chef.”
She hardly needed to be told twice, but paused prior to taking her first bite, “have you eaten anything yet?”
“Of course,” he nodded, gesturing to his remaining cup of coffee on the bedside table, and without further ado Anne delved into her breakfast. Charles’ choice of foods was a combination of her favorites, a fact that she did not overlook, and she sighed inwardly as she relished the meal he’d ordered for her.
Once she’d taken the edge off her hunger, she slowed her rate of consumption and asked him quietly, “You were up pretty early, something on your mind?”
He only regarded her silently, his gaze cool and dark, resting upon her unwaveringly, and then shook his head slowly, responding, “It’s a long weekend, Anne. Please, enjoy you’re breakfast. We’ve plenty of time to talk later.”
‘That’s a hell of a way to dodge the question,’ she sighed, biting her lip for a moment before finishing off her eggs and leaving a final piece of French toast to be eaten. Her appetite was suddenly quite diminished, though, and she leaned back, taking a drink of her coffee.
“So when do you have to go back to Washington?” she asked, picking idly at the edge of her napkin as her eyes fell away from Charles.
“I’d intended to return on Tuesday,” he admitted, “but there’s nothing particularly urgent that requires my presence.” And in truth, he had little intention of returning until he was certain that Anne would be his again, but she didn’t need to know that just yet.
Her heartbeat rushed with excitement even as she felt a sinking sensation in her stomach, and for a few seconds Anne felt as though she was going to be sick. Concerned, Charles leaned over from where he sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to take hold of her hand.
“Are you alright?” he asked, reaching out to feel her forehead.
“I’m fine,” she swallowed, her throat feeling dry, and reached for her cup of coffee, “just felt a bit lightheaded for a moment.”
“Perhaps you’re a bit hung-over,” he suggested, rubbing her back soothingly. The heat of his palm emanated outward, and Anne felt her muscles relaxing under his gentle touch. After a moment he stood up and went to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water for her.
“Here,” he handed it to her, “it’ll help if you’re feeling hung-over.”
Anne accepted the bottle gratefully, her fingers wrapping around the cool plastic. Taking a long drink, she relished the cold liquid as it helped settle her stomach slightly. She was still wearing his shirt, a fact that Charles hadn’t failed to notice, and after setting the water down she continued to fidget slightly, feeling uncertain of what to say.
“Thanks for that,” she sighed softly, unable to bring herself to make eye contact with him as she fidgeted slightly, “So what are your plans for the rest of the weekend?”
It was only Friday, and she was curious what else he had planned to do before returning in four days. Did he have a business meeting? Or had he planned to hang around town and hook up with other women? Anne felt a slightly nauseous feeling in her stomach, and a sharp twinge of jealousy, at the thought of Charles being intimate with another woman.
‘You broke up with him,’ she reminded herself with a mental smack, ‘pretty unceremoniously, too…’
Charles only cleared her dishes away, purposefully silent until he retu
rned and lounged comfortably across the bed beside her again. Looking her over keenly he answered, “I know a few people in the area,” he shrugged, “but no special plans, I concluded my meetings earlier this week; there’s only a final piece of paperwork to sign on Monday.”
She raised an eyebrow at that, remembering her earlier curiosity about what he’d been doing in the city to begin with, “What sort of business were you doing down here, anyway?”
Her lover only laughed lightly, and he sat up to move closer to her, “I think I detect a hint of possessiveness, my little spitfire,” he took hold of her gently and pulled her firmly into a sensual kiss, ending with a light nip on her lower lip before he drew away, “it’s just an investment of mine, paperwork and financial statements to review, and a meeting with my accountant. You know how tedious taxes are.”
“So you weren’t planning on fucking any women this weekend?” she asked softly, looking away shyly.
Charles laughed softly, pulling her back to him again, “I hadn’t planned on it,” he shook his head and kissed her again, reaching up with his other hand to begin unbuttoning the front of the shirt she still wore. His hand slipped beneath the fabric, brushing over her bare skin and cupping the soft flesh of her breast in his warm palm as his thumb grazed over her nipple.
“Ooh, don’t do that,” she sighed as his mouth released hers, his tongue and teeth trailing over her jaw to her ear and then down the smooth column of her throat. Finding her pulse point, he licked and bit the tender flesh gently.
He’d never grown tired of his ability to arouse her and entice her so completely. Practically with a single touch, with the sound of his voice hot and soft in the shell of her ear as he whispered to her, he’d always been able to get her fired up. Their attraction to one another was natural, completely mutual, and at times overwhelmingly intense; Charles felt the length of his cock swell with arousal as Anne moaned softly from his caressing and kisses.
Reigning himself in, he withdrew from her with a final, light kiss on the lips, though he left the shirt unbuttoned and draped open, revealing the soft curves of the sides of her breasts. “You should take a shower and get cleaned up,” he suggested, “then perhaps a trip to your apartment to change?”
Arousal clouded her mind, and Anne groaned softly when Charles withdrew, feeling the warm throbbing of desire begin anew between her thighs.
“That sounds like a good idea,” she agreed readily, reaching for her bottle of water to take another drink. It helped to focus on something other than Charles lounging so close to her, attractive and inviting, and she realized too late that she’d just agreed to take him back to her new apartment. ‘I could slap myself,’ she groaned mentally as she slid out from beneath the covers. Charles’ made no secret of his appreciation as he watched her cross over to the bathroom, his eyes skirting up her long legs and the curve of her ass visible beneath his shirt.
It didn’t take long for her to shower and fix her hair, getting dressed again in her rumpled, slightly-dirty clothing. “Bah,” she sighed as she examined her underwear from the night before and then stuffed the offensive garment into her handbag. ‘Guess it’ll be commando until I get home, just remember to keep the skirt down,’ she sighed mentally.
“You’re ready?” Charles asked when she emerged, and Anne nodded.
“Just need my shoes,” she answered, heading toward the door to get them.
To her relief, Charles had a rental car and the hotel valet had brought it around to the front of the building by the time they emerged. Tipping the valet, Charles grabbed his keys and ushered Anne into the vehicle. He hadn’t chosen a particularly outlandish car, a stylish black Mercedes, but the vehicle was excellently maintained and the drive was very smooth.
“Which way to your apartment?” he asked as they approached the main thoroughfare and Anne directed him toward the slightly cheaper end of town. As they cruised down Sunset Boulevard, Charles reached over casually and trailed his right hand over her knee.
“Eyes on the road, Charles,” she reminded him, tugging the hem of her skirt further down as he began drawing little circles on her knee through the fabric of her dress.
A smirk played on his lips, and he nodded as he told her, “Don’t worry, I’m watching where we’re going.” He’d known her for years, and he was willing to bet good money that she’d stuffed her underwear (soaked from her arousal the night before) into her purse to take home, rather than wear it, which meant she was bare and naked beneath her skirt.
“Charles,” she protested as he began pulling the hem of her skirt up, attempting to shove his hand away, “come on, watch the road.”
His eyes hadn’t left the road, though, and he laughed softly, knocking her hand lightly out of his way and resuming his trek toward the bare skin of her knee.
“What’s the matter Anne, haven’t you got any panties on?” he teased her as he succeeded in pulling the skirt of her dress up far enough to slid his palm over her knee and then further up the soft, delicate skin of her thigh.
“We’re coming up on a turn,” she told him, and was relieved for a moment when he moved his hand back to the gearshift, “left at the next light,” she instructed.
Immediately after completing the turn, his hand returned to her thigh though. ‘Oh lord,’ she felt a hot blush creeping up her neck, hoping he wouldn’t reach higher but knowing in her gut that he would. Charles had always delighted in tormenting her; he relished knowing that she was almost perpetually d(amp between the thighs whilst in his presence. Indeed, on more than one occasion he had taken full advantage of her willingness and desire for him, bending her over at a moment’s notice to slide his length forcibly between her thighs until he attained satisfaction.
“My dear Anne,” he made a light tsking noise even as she moaned softly, gripping the edge of her seat as his hand slid fully over her bare crotch, one finger sliding over her sensitive flesh, “you’re such a dirty girl sometimes, aren’t you?”
‘Says the man fingering me in his passenger seat while he drives,’ she thought, but the words never made it past her lips. His finger had begun stroking rhythmically against her clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure to get her incredibly hot and aroused.
“You – shouldn’t you, ah, focus on driving,” she groaned and clutched at his wrist as the tip of his middle finger slid lower, gliding over the slick entrance of her pussy.
“We haven’t crashed yet,” he assured her, “where’s the next turn?”
“Right, in about 2 miles,” she answered shortly, still gripping his wrist but unable to decide if she wanted to push his hand away or encourage him to finish what he’d started.
By the time they arrived at her apartment, Anne was so wound up she was ready to throw Charles across her bed and rip his clothes off, but she pulled herself together as they exited his car. It was obvious that he was amused, and highly satisfied with the fact that she still went wild under his skilled touch. Yes, he had little doubt that he’d win her back.
“Don’t laugh when you see it,” she warned him at the door of her apartment, feeling suddenly self-conscious about her small apartment. ‘Did I leave anything out?’ she sighed, it was too late to worry about whether something embarrassing was lying around now. ‘Oh what am I worrying about, we practically lived( together; he’s seen everything there possibly is to see…’
It was strange how much four months could change their relationship, and yet how much things still remained the same. In four months she hadn’t spoken to him, hadn’t heard his voice, and had purposefully pushed him out of her thoughts any time he cropped up. Only recently had she stopped thinking of and dreaming about him, yet they’d spent a single night together and it felt as though they had never been apart.
Charles followed her into the apartment without fanfare or sarcastic commentary. The place was decorated with most of the same belongings she’d had in her apartment in Washington, but everything was a lot more crowded and he noticed several boxes still
stacked in the corner; it looked like she hadn’t finished moving in completely.
“It’s a lot smaller than my place in Washington,” she wasn’t sure why she felt self-conscious about her apartment, but Charles didn’t seem to care one iota. Letting the door swing shut firmly behind them, he followed Anne down the narrow hallway to the living room where he tossed his jacket onto the couch, then reached out and took hold of Anne. Discarding her handbag with his jacket and then pulling her into his arms, he looked down at her.
“You got a nice little apartment for being in LA, especially since I’m sure you’re earning a pittance,” he held a finger over her lips to silence her before she could open her mouth to protest, “I won’t tell you to leave your new job, or your new apartment, but you know you can come home as soon as you’re ready.”
Leaning down, he sealed his lips over hers, kissing her soundly before slowly pulling away again. Anne pursued him, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck and return the contact of their mouths, her tongue tangling with his as she kissed him back fervently.
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