“I left something for you in the bathroom I think you’ll like. Go on and get changed so I can see how you look in it.” He couldn’t resist stealing one more kiss before he let her go. The fact that she’d had her bottom lip trapped between her teeth while he’d been speaking had almost been an invitation, and the fact that she’d replied with a simple, “Yes, Sir,” before walking off toward the bathroom to change made him feel like all of this had been the right idea. He only hoped that she was going to tell him if he pushed any of this too far. For now, he was keeping things as tame as possible for her benefit, but he couldn’t promise that would remain as the night wore on. He was going to be conscious of her inexperience, but part of the intoxication of all of this for him was the fact that anything that happened between the two of them was a first for her.
When Charlotte emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but the lingerie he’d picked out for her and the black heels she had worn into work, Preston sucked in a soft breath, letting it out in an appreciative whistle.
“Well, don’t you look good enough to eat?” He walked over to where she stood waiting for him, hands clasped behind her back and eyes trained on the floor. He could see the blush on her cheeks. She was feeling exposed, but that was part of the effect he’d been going for. Preston did want Charlotte exposed, he wanted every part of her to be completely exposed to him as soon as she was ready.
Preston ran a hand up along her side, tracing the gentle curve of her hip as it melted into her waist and then the rest of her upper body. He’d always loved the way she looked, and he needed her to know how beautiful she was to him right now, how beautiful she always was to him.
His voice was low, meant only for the two of them in the close encounter they were having, and as he spoke, “You are absolutely stunning.” He ran his hand over the swell of her milky breasts, he could see her heartbeat at the base of her neck. He could feel himself firming instantly, her eyes darted from his to his hand as he ran it up her neck. Preston was careful to gauge her response. He wanted to make sure that her discomfort was only temporary and due to the newness of the entire situation, instead of something that was remaining as she fought to work through it.
“Tell me what you want Charlotte.”
Charlotte might not understand how all of this was supposed to work, but Preston did. So much of this was not about forcing her to do something that she didn’t want to do. Instead, it was about giving her the freedom to explore the things that she was scared to do. Ordering her to do it gave her the ability to walk into it blameless, and the invitation to enjoy herself because he wanted her to, not because it was what she wanted.
She gave too much to other people all the time. It was one of the things he liked about Charlotte, but it was also one of her biggest faults. Now in giving this to him, she could also take something for herself. He just needed to make sure that she wasn’t only doing this because she wanted him to be happy but because it was something she wanted to try for herself.
Preston looked into her eyes, and when they met his, he could see something there. He hoped he wasn’t taking it the wrong way, but he’d been in this situation before. Preston could see how she seemed to be letting go of the constraints that had been holding her back, the things she wasn’t certain she could do, and just let him take over control one slow step at a time. That’s what all of this was about after all, the back and forth, the give and take and the dance between the two of them that led to them both getting what they needed in the end.
Charlotte pulled her lower lip between her teeth, biting down gently on the soft skin there. It was enough to draw the deep pink color that came when she was aroused. He loved that color on her, and he knew it as well as he knew the back of his own hand.
“What’s the matter, Charlotte? Cat got your tongue.” She looked away, down at the floor and blushed as he chuckled softly again. He couldn’t remember a time when he’d just slowed down and studied her so carefully. Preston had been careful not to give into his urges too soon, but now that he was free to do so, he was going to enjoy every moment of it, and hope that Charlotte did as well.
“Look at me Charlotte?” Preston ran his hand up the back of her neck, threading his fingers through her hair until it wrapped around it gathering the strawberry blonde locks in a knot at the base of her skull to give it a gentle jerk. Her eyes went straight to his, widening in shock as her breath pulled in a soft gasp. “You should answer when you’re spoken to, Charlotte.”
“Yes, Sir.” She kept her eyes on his as she drew herself closer.
“That’s my good girl.” He kept his hand in her hair as he stole a kiss. Charlotte waited until the moment their lips met to breathe out a soft whimper, and Preston found himself spiraling into the thing he’d been holding himself back from for so many years.
Before Charlotte, it had been simple. There hadn’t been anyone in his life he’d trusted enough to let things get this far with, at least not for many years, and then she’d wandered into his life. There was more to her than just the innocence that he found intoxicating, and in the end, he’d known that there wasn’t anyone he was going to be able to give everything he had to besides Charlotte. She was everything he’d forgotten that he needed in life.
Preston let her go, moving Charlotte by the gentle grip on her hair to the edge of the bed that lay in the center of the room before letting her go. She came along willingly, letting out of soft whimper when he finally let her go and landed a sharp slap on the curve of her ass before stepping away. A small yelp left her lips in response.
“Now, why don’t you climb up on your knees on the bed, and I’ll show you what being a good girl gets you.” He slid his hands into his pockets, watching her as she pondered the next decision for a moment before replying.
“Yes, Sir.” Only two words as she let out a breath, taking her place on all fours on the bed. She was nervous. He could tell that right away, but he planned to use that to his advantage. Keeping her nerves on edge just meant that he had the upper hand and could keep her just where he wanted her for the night. This was a game, like chess and every step was a strategic move to see just how far he could push Charlotte before it became too much for her. The kill was in knowing when to push and when to let back so that she stayed at that perfect point until he wanted her to let go entirely.
Preston took his place behind her as she perched on all fours, running his hand over the smooth, exposed skin that was slowly growing pink from the slap he’d given her only a moment before. She turned her head to try to catch a glimpse of what he was doing behind her. He slapped her again, only harder this time as he barked at her, “I didn’t tell you to turn around Charlotte. Keep your eyes on the bedspread beneath you.”
The heat from beneath his touch soaked into the palm of his hand before he pulled away and repeated the motion, jarring her entire body. “What do you say Charlotte?” He hadn’t hit her hard, but she hadn’t been braced for it either because she hadn’t known what to expect. Preston waited to hear the soft moan she let out before continuing and making an identical swipe at the other side of her ass, leaving a reddening handprint in his wake when he pulled his hand away.
“Yes, sir?” She said in a barely audible whisper.
“Mmmhmmm,” his fingers slipped between her legs, curling around the edge of the fabric of the panties she wore. The groan that slipped from his lips was inevitable once he felt the wetness gathering there with each strike. Gently, sliding two digits into her heat, he leaned forward so that the soft voice he used would be absolutely clear when he began to speak.
“Well, it seems that you’re enjoying that more than either one of us expected, aren’t you, Charlotte? Are you a wanton little slut for me? You like being punished don’t you, you filthy girl.” He watched her nod and let out a gasp as he pressed his fingers deeper inside her, exploring her core as he watched her reactions, knowing that she was already on the edge of an orgasm.
Curling his fingers inside her and gauging
her reactions, Preston could only grin and take advantage of the situation. He wanted to have her fall apart, and he needed to be the reason for it. She was already panting for air and the change in the way he worked his digits into her was driving her closer and closer to the edge.
“Now, are you going to cum for me, Charlotte?” His voice was almost a purr as he picked up the pace of his motions as she cried out.
“Ye- Yes Si-, Sir.” She stammered trying to get the words out between panting breaths.
“Good girl. Now let me hear you.” That was all it took. Before he could get out the entire sentence, she was groaning her way through a climax unlike anyone he’d ever been through with her before. Her hands knotted into the sheets of the bed, and she was a panting mess when he finally let up the motions that had driven her to the point of no return.
Preston didn’t intend on pushing her too much past what she’d just experienced. Truthfully, he didn’t think he could keep control much longer, anyway. The way her moans fell from her lips, the way her wanton eyes looked at him with lust… she was going to be lucky if he didn’t grab her ass any second and impale her on his raging cock.
He flipped her onto her back, reaching down to pull the cups of her bra down and exposing her nipples. He wasted no time, he leaned down and grabbed her breast firmly, popping the firm nub in his mouth and sucking hard as he gathered her wrists in his free hand and extended them above her head. He was lost in lust, driven by his desire to claim her. Soft whimpers fell from her mouth as he ripped the lace panties from her body.
It was like he was an animal, he didn’t register how hard he was gripping her wrists. He was drunk on having her submit to him. He couldn’t take it any longer, he unzipped his pants and undid his belt just enough to free his pulsing cock. A bead of pre-cum was already on the tip, he smoothed it over his shaft before he grabbed her hips and seated himself at her entrance. “Don’t fucking move Charlotte, you’re going to take this from me. Understand? If you can’t then we’re going to have use that pretty mouth of yours. Would you like it if I stuffed this thick cock down your throat?”
He leaned forward and pinched her nipple hard, eliciting a shaky ‘yes sir’ out of her. That was all he needed, he thrust himself fully inside her. She grasped at the bedspread and arched her back, trying to take him all in.
“Oh, fuuuuuck baby.” Preston groaned a low, guttural moan as he pumped into her with relentless precision. He could feel sweat beading on his forehead as he fucked her mercilessly, watching her breasts sway with every thrust. Charlotte’s eyes were squeezed shut, she was panting as he rubbed her clit sending her into a spiral of orgasmic pleasure. He couldn’t hold back any longer, just before he finished he pulled himself from her tight pussy and stroked himself a few times, cumming on her exposed breasts. “Now you’re mine baby.”
Charlotte wasn’t expecting that, the look of shock registered on her face. Preston was already hard again seeing his seed splashed on her body. She was marked by him now. He leaned forward and kissed her passionately, pulling her up to a sitting position. He walked to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth as he saw to her.
All of this was better than he’d expected for Charlotte’s first time. There was so much more for the two of them to explore, but they had all the time in the world to make it work. For tonight, he was focused on making sure that she had the best time possible, or so he hoped. In the future, he was just certain that he was going to be happy to spend the rest of his life with the woman who was currently putty in his hands.
Chapter 5
A couple of days later, Charlotte arrived early to the bakery. She had a batch of cupcakes that were on order for a birthday party, and there was nothing she enjoyed more than coming in early and having the place to herself. It gave Charlotte a chance to think about things. This morning, what she was thinking about was Preston.
There was a lot going on between the two of them lately. The wedding was coming up quickly, and it seemed like the time she had to get everything in place was going by more quickly than she had imagined possible. Never mind the fact that the two of them were walking into territory that she’d never imagined herself in when she’d first met this man, much less when she’d first moved to the city.
Only two sunrises had passed since that night. She wasn’t certain what she was doing when she’d walked into the room that night, but once things had gotten started, Charlotte fell naturally into the role Preston wanted for her. She had to admit she was very excited by it all, but she still had so many questions. What all did being a submissive entail? Should she research it? What if she didn’t perform up to his expectations… or worse what if she just flat out disappointed him? She wasn’t sure how she was going to manage adding it all into her life.
It was hard enough making sure that she was here to run the bakery, be Preston’s fiancée in the evenings, plan a wedding, keep in touch with her family, update her blog and still find time to read a book. She wasn’t sure how to work in being a submissive to her husband to be in the middle of everything she had going on. The two of them had started talking. There was a lot more to all of this than they’d been through the other night. In reality, Charlotte was just getting her feet wet with the world that he was bringing her into.
“Good morning.”
Charlotte was so lost in thought that she didn’t even notice when Riley came into the bakery to start her shift for the morning. She nearly screamed out loud and fell off her stool when she finally heard a voice greeting her. She had to brace on the table as she turned around, with one hand against her chest to find her friend standing there with a shocked look on her face.
“Good morning. Everything ok?” She looked concerned for a moment before she hung her sweater on the hook by the back door and moved to grab the apron she usually left hanging there.
Charlotte nodded, going back to what she’d been doing in an attempt to distract herself.
“Yeah, sorry. I was just so focused on what I was doing, I didn’t even hear you come in.” Slowly pouring equal amounts of batter into each of the last pan of eight dozen cupcake cups in front of her was a mundane enough task to get lost in. She could do it on autopilot, so it didn’t do much to help her forget the thoughts that had been weighing on her mind.
Riley walked over, peeking over Charlotte’s shoulder at what was going on in front of her boss as she tied the apron strings behind her back. She went over to start working on the breakfast pastries that needed to go out into the case at the front of the store.
“So, got something you need to talk about?” Riley had her back to Charlotte so that Charlotte couldn’t see her face, but she almost wanted to laugh. Of course, Riley had read her like a book. The younger woman was good at that. It was something she’d done since she walked into the place. Riley might be quiet, but she was also observant. It meant that she could see the change in Charlotte’s demeanor from the moment she came into the room.
“Maybe.” Charlotte kept on pouring the batter into the pans as she pondered over what she should tell her friend. She didn’t know how much to share, and she’d never really had anyone in her life with whom she felt like she could share personal details. Not that she’d ever really had personal details to share before now. She knew it was normal for friends to talk about things that were going on in their lives even if it was part of their sex lives. She just wasn’t sure how to bring up the topic.
“I’m not going to be nosy, hon.” Riley kept her focus on getting a pan of cinnamon rolls that had been proofing overnight into the oven. “Just know that I’m right here if you need an ear, ok?”
Charlotte finished pouring the batter into the pans before she turned on her stool to look over at Riley getting things off the ground for the morning. She’d had a lot on her mind the past couple of days, and there was more to it than just the wedding. Riley had been around to hear her complaints about the things that just wouldn’t go right with wedding planning. She’d helped around the business,
making sure that things were off to a good start every day. She’d listened when Charlotte came in to whine about missing her parents. Why was it going to be difficult to take the next step and trust her with what was going through her mind now? She just didn’t know how Riley was going to react to what she had to say though she’d always been open minded whenever they’d spoken before. In truth, Charlotte was still processing everything herself, and she just wasn’t a hundred percent certain how anyone was going to react to anything she said. In the end, she just decided to drop all her worries and go for it.
“You sure you don’t mind me complaining?” Charlotte was carrying a tray of cupcakes over to the ovens to join the baking that Riley was getting going for the day, pausing to glance nervously over at her friend.
“Have I ever minded, Charlotte?” She rested a hand on her hip, raising an eyebrow at her. Of course, she hadn’t. Riley had never been anything but awesome. She had proven herself to not only be a trustworthy friend but also someone who genuinely cared about Charlotte.
“No.” Suddenly Charlotte was growing more uncertain about why she wouldn’t chat with Riley about any of this.
“I promise, whatever is going on, I’m not going to judge or tell you you’re being annoying. I’m just here to give you a sounding board for whatever is going on in your head. I just happened to notice you’ve been more distracted than usual lately. I didn’t know if something was going on with the wedding or if it was something that’s up with you and Preston. I’m not trying to be nosy. I just know what it’s like to need someone to talk to.”
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