FORTY-TWO
CHARLOTTE
He’s finished with his dinner, and I pick up his plate along with mine. I didn’t even take a single bite. I thought I was hungry, but after he spoke to me about whatI’mgoing to do, I no longer wanted pasta. I wanted him.
I’m placing the dishes in the sink when he picks up his bourbon and downs what’s left. He sets the now empty glass in the sink as well and shuts off the water. “Leave them,” he orders and then walks toward his bedroom.
I follow like a devoted puppy, knowing what’s going to happen next. Entering his room, he tells me, “Everything off the bed except for the fitted sheet, and then undress yourself.” He slips into his bathroom, and I take in a shaky breath.
I do as I’m told, putting the linens over in the far corner, then remove the two pillows and set them in front of the sliding glass doors that lead out onto the wraparound porch. I slowly toe off my shoes, then remove my socks and unzip my jeans. My breathing is so heavy that I don’t even hear him returning from the bathroom.
My eyes drop to both of his hands, and he’s got black leather belts in them. Two in each.
“Lie on the bed. Face up.” His voice is cold and detached.
Although I’m already half naked, I’m burning up. Quickly removing my shirt and bra, I do as I’m told and lie down in the bed, swallowing nervously as I stare at the dark ceiling.
He sits down next to me and lays my left arm across his thigh. Dropping three belts on the bed, he keeps the fourth one and wraps it around my wrist, buckling it tight enough I can’t slip my hand through it. Then he hooks his finger through the silver ring and moves it to where it lies against the top of my hand. He then does the same to the right.
“Arms out to your sides.”
Taking in a shaky breath, I run my arms along the cool fitted sheet and fan them both out. He stands and kneels next to the bed, and I lift my head just enough to see him pulling the rope out from under the bed and threading it through the silver ring connected to the leather cuff, securing it to the bed frame. He repeats the process with the other.
He ties them tight, pulling my shoulders, and I arch my neck, biting my lip, not wanting to moan at being at his mercy. I fucking hate him so goddamn much I want to scream, and he knows it. That’s probably why he wants to gag me.
Opening the nightstand, he removes a few things, but I can’t see what they are. He gets onto the bed, spreading my shaking legs with his knees, and then his hand is on my pussy, making me jump.
His chuckle fills the room. “Relax, doll face.”
I want to cry, but I’m not sure why. It can’t be from embarrassment; the man has seen every inch of me. Maybe it’s knowing how helpless I am and that he’s going to make me beg for the slightest touch or to get off.
He slides something under my ass, and I feel liquid being poured between my legs. His fingers are there, rubbing the spot where I want him the most.
I arch my neck and close my eyes. He slaps my pussy, making me gasp, and demands, “Eyes on me, doll face.”
His fingers slide down to my ass, and he shoves my legs to my chest, making it hard to breathe. His finger pushes its way into me, and I begin to shake. Pulling it out, he does it again, and I tense.
“Breathe, Charlotte,” he orders. “This isn’t a punishment, doll face. It’s not going to hurt.”
I let out a shaky breath.
“That’s it.” His fingers begin to move again. “In…out…in…out.” His finger pumps in and out of my ass while he talks me through my breathing.
I don’t even realize I moan until he speaks again. “That’s my girl.”
I slump when it disappears, already ready to beg for his dick, when I feel something bigger pushing its way into my ass, and I cry out at the burning sensation.
“You’re okay, Charlotte. Just relax. It’s going to feel good. You’re going to be coming all over yourself for me like a good whore.”
I suck in a deep breath and whimper as it stretches my ass. Sweat beads across my body.
There’s another painful sting before he says, “It’s in.” He gets off the bed, opens the nightstand once more, and begins to rip off a piece of white tape. I suck in one last deep breath before he places it over my lips. He then rips off a second piece and a third piece. He takes his time placing each piece over the other covering more of my face from my chin up to under my nose and my cheeks as well.
My body fights the restraints, and my pussy clenches.
His eyes search mine, and I look away as my body heats. His hands grip my neck, pinning it to the bed and holding me inplace. My wide eyes meet his. “I told you, doll face. I’m going to do a lot of things to you.”
I blink rapidly. How could I forget? Letting go of my neck, he trails his fingers over the tape, and the blood rushes in my ears as I pull on my arms, wanting to touch him. I moan in frustration, and he laughs, knowing exactly what I want.
