Page 46 of Charm

I swallowed hard, loving the feeling of his strong hand gripping me. Heaven was an understatement.

“Madison, am I clear?”

I nodded.

He forced my gaze to his. “Madison, look at me.”

I obeyed.

“I said, am I clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Thank you.” Withdrawing his hand too soon, he bowed his head. “Continue.”

Lowering my head again, I curled both my fists around his length, massaging as I licked the tip, sinking down on his enormous cock. I removed a hand, resisting the urge to touch myself.

“Your mouth is fucking enchanting.” Fingers slithering into my hair, he guided me at the pace he craved me. “I’m not going to hold back with this one. I want you to take every drop deep into your throat.” Bouncing my head a little faster, he forced me to take more as he inched me down his thick length. “I’m going to ruin all other men for you tonight.”

You already have. My mouth and throat full; I felt like I was about to lose all control of my gag reflex. The louder I moaned, the harder he pushed my head down, pausing with my mouth almost at the very base of his shaft.

“You take my cock like a little whore who never wanted me to find out how bad she is.” He placed his other hand on the back of my neck, squeezing. “Is this the dick you’ve wanted, baby girl?”

Drool seeped through my lips as I struggled to take him so deep. He yanked me up by my hair, tilting my head sideways, causing me to let out an involuntary breath. “Yes, sir.”

No matter how hard I wanted to look at him, I made sure not to meet his gaze. He paused, a low laugh of amusement rumbling in his throat. “I realize that was a trick. You can’t reply properly with my cock down your throat, but your skills gave me the answer I needed.”

Gasping for air, my eyes flickered as I closed them, refusing to turn toward the flawless face that was inching toward my cheek.

He placed his lips next to my ear. “I’m about to cum, and if you so much as waste one fucking drop, I won’t let you finish tonight.”

My eyes sprung open as his lips grazed my skin. Placing his fingers under my chin, he guided my mouth to his, stopping just before they touched. I watched as the corners of his lips twisted into a malevolent grin. The music playing throughout the room now resonated through my brain and I fell into a greater daze.

Pressing my head toward his cock, he showed me no mercy as he guided my face up and down on his length at the speed he wanted me to take him. Within minutes, I was gagging and choking on his size as he erupted deep into my throat. Not wanting to test his threat, I made sure to swallow every drop as he shivered, holding me down on him until he was spent. His grip relaxed, and I lifted my head, choking.

Sitting, he rocked me back on my knees. He inspected my face, pleased with the results. “Good girl.” He stood, leaving me on the floor, kneeling before the empty chair.

On the other side of the room, I heard bumps and metal clanking. I tried to sneak a peek but didn’t want to risk whatever punishment he’d inflict. A minute later, he appeared next to me again, extending his hand down toward me. “Stand.”

I laid my palm on his and he helped me to my feet, then suddenly I was thrown over his shoulder as he carried me over to the spanking bench. He set me down and faced me toward it, pressing my back forward. Positioning my knees on the strips of leather platforms below, I laid across the surface, my arms hanging on each side.

Seizing my left wrist, he secured a soft leather cuff around it, then chained it to the metal beneath before repeating with the right, then my ankles. Eyes squeezed shut, I fought back the urge to moan at the thought of how he’d spank or fuck me. I listened to the metal clanking while it settled. The sexy song playing throughout the room. His shoes clicked on the floor as he strode to the other side of the room, opening and closing drawers. Every sound and smell tantalized my senses.

My mind raced circles, preparing for what was to come. A cool breeze circled my naked body as I waited, vulnerable to whatever he had planned. A moan snagged my throat at the lightest touch. He’d grazed my back with something.

SMACK!

“Mmph!” A shocked, painful groan evaded my mouth and my eyes shot open, my brain now realizing he’d struck my bottom with a riding crop.

“Watch the noise level now. I don’t want you to make a sound.” He slipped the tip between my slit. “I know you want to scream.” He walked a slow, deliberate circle around me. “I know you want to speak. Remember my rule,” he reminded me as he teased my entrance with the leather object. “I have my reasons to train you to be quiet when you’re told.”

SMACK!

“Fu—” I cut myself off, squeezing my eyes closed as tight as I could; now watering from the stinging sensation. I took a deep, shaky breath. No man I’d ever been with came close to what he was. As much as it hurt, I was loving it so fucking much. My pussy was dripping from knowing I was giving him something no woman ever had. I wanted more. I wanted him to spank me harder.

His palm gently caressed the places he’d struck me. “I’ll continue this until you can be quiet for me. Nod if you understand.”

Nodding, I inhaled slowly, bracing myself for the sting. He teased my pussy once again, then dragged the leather tongue up my back and held it in front of my mouth.

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