His tone darkened as he said, “You’re supposed to come when I call.”
“You didn’t give me a specific time, so how was I supposed to know? I cameeventually.”
“And you’re gonna come again.” He carried me through the mirror that led to the Sanctuary, and when I saw what waited inside, it gave me a thrill.
In an open area by the bed there was a sling hanging from the ceiling, suspended on several anchors. It had a spinning swing seat, as well as adjustable straps that had fabric cuffs for the legs and ankles.
A sex swing.Nowwe were talking.
He spent all that time this morning that I’d used to make him wait setting up the room. I could only imagine what he had planned on doing to me.
He threw me on the bed, then went tearing off my clothes without any further conversation. My breath raced as he slipped me into a lace lingerie set. It left absolutely nothing to the imagination— the bra was a strappy underbust band, with tiny triangles that barely covered my nipples, and the panties were sheer, a double-strapped waistband with a thong-cut back. I might as well not be wearing anything at all, and that was just fine by me.
He was more unrestrained than he usually was, tossing me around as he dressed me like his personal doll, and I was enjoying it. There was no time to be gentle or romantic, because all either of us wanted right now was to be rough.
Once I was dressed, Charlie put me down in the swing, then immediately went to fasten the cuffs. He velcroed two cuffs around my ankles before reaching out for a nearby rope andtying my wrists together. Once they were bound, he fastened them into a larger singular cuff and pulled tight.
“You need to slow down. You’re still recovering.” I didn’t want him to push it and end up overexerting himself.
“I’m well enough to do this, trust me. That little recording of yours made sure of that,” he said roughly. “Lean back.”
He didn’t give me a choice, because he pushed my shoulders backward. The swing adjusted, and I felt completely weightless as I laid backward, the seat and the cuffs supporting my weight as I was suspended from the ceiling.
Charlie got down on his knees and immediately planted his face between my legs. My eyes rolled back in my head as I felt his tongue on my core, and I gasped in extreme pleasure. His tongue on my apex instantly made me breathless, and wanting more.
As the feelings within me welled, Charlie suddenly stopped. He got up, going to the dresser I wasn’t allowed to touch. I nearly whined, but he grabbed a vibrator that was a similar shape and size as he was. He inserted the toy as he continued to massage my clit with his tongue, and ancestors, I couldn’t understand why it felt so damn good right now. I don’t think it ever had before, and we’d had some pretty incredible nights.
“You act like you don’t turn me on and drive me crazy,” Charlie said as he tasted me. “Why are you such a bad girl?”
I couldn’t respond. I was already too far into delirium. I found myself crying out with small whimpers, and Charlie breathed, “Make those sounds, pidge. Just like you did last night.”
My head lolled, and my breasts heaved as I gasped for air. He kept edging me, getting me to the brink just before I was about to come, then he backed off— again and again.
“Let me come,” I pleaded. This wasn’t fair.
“You didn’t come when I called, so now you get to see how you make me feel.”
I might’ve felt regret for being such a brat, if this wasn’t so blissful. I was almost crying by the time he backed off again— tears leaked out of my eyes.
“Are you going to behave next time? Or are you going to pull another stunt like that?” Charlie asked roughly.
“I won’t. I promise,” I begged. “Let me come, please.”
“As you wish.” Charlie tossed the toy aside, got to his feet, and unfastened his pants. He pulled on the straps and the swing adjusted, so that my legs were at a ninety-degree angle toward the ceiling, my back tilted toward the floor. My head hung completely upside down, my hair trailing against the tile.
I’d told Charlie before I wanted him to fuck me while I was hanging from the ceiling, upside down. Looks like he’d put his mind to it and figured out how. Good boy.
Charlie placed my legs against his torso, so my ankles were laying on his shoulders, then shoved his dick into me. I let out a moan, and he began railing me like never before. The springs that the swing was suspended on added for extra bounce, and gave even more power to his thrusts. I felt like I was flying as he slammed into me, and I closed my eyes to experience the sublime release. I was tied up and bound to this swing, but had never been more untethered. This swing was amazing. It made me feel free. We had complete freedom of movement with it, and with the cuffs holding up my legs, I had more support than I typically did. His cock went deep, and I felt myself begin to convulse. The sight of him fucking me, with my legs splayed across the front of his suit, and that dark look in his eyes… I lost it. My eyes closed as my body hit its peak, and waves of pleasure broke out all across my form, so powerful I felt myself reeling.
When I came, Charlie chuckled lowly under his breath and uttered, “Good girl.”
With a strength that required everything in me, I managed to open my eyes. I let out a few loud moans, and my head turned to the side.
The Beast. He was standing in a darkened corner of the Sanctuary, watching what we were doing. Ugh, what washedoing here? This place was for me and Charlie only. It was off-limits.
The Beast appeared completely disturbed. His lip curled as he observed us with a look of complete revulsion.
I couldn’t help it; I let out a deranged laugh, locking eyes with him as my gaze told him silently that I didn’t give a shit about him, and for all his efforts to stop me, I was completely unaffected by his pathetic attempts to destroy my life. It was hilarious to me that the Warden could do nothing to me here, and arousing that I was able to do whatever the fuck I wanted, when I wanted, and he wasn’t able to stop me.
