Page 44 of SnapShot

“Tell me what you want, Charlie.” His eyes follow my hand that lowers to my center, playing with my clit just to tease him.

“I want to fuck you with my tongue until your legs are quaking around my shoulders.”

My head falls back to meet the mirror behind me as the thought of his naughty words sinks in at the same time I impale myself with my fingers. I’ve never been great at fingering myself. The right angle has always been too evasive. Just to tease him, though, it’ll do the trick.

“Crawl to me then.” The cocked eyebrow makes him look like the perfect bad boy, but I won’t give in on this. I like to be in charge, too, dammit.

“On. Your. Knees.” I use the hand not buried in my slick pussy to gesture him to the floor and blow him a sweet kiss, enjoying this entirely too much. I can see the urge to resist warring within him. He wants to punish me deeply. Too fucking bad. This is my time. It’s funny to me that he calls me his little brat, but he’s acting like one right now. How the tables have turned.

Seeing him sink to his knees and look up at me through his lashes does things to me. I feel immense power and triumph in this moment. There is no doubt in my mind that he would do this for no one else. Only me. His queen. His madame.

“I will kneel at your feet for eternity, if only to commit the look on your face to the recesses of my brain forever. I want to make you feel the way you do right now for the rest of my life. If that means I give up my control to hand it over to you, then so be it. You can have it all. Now, tell me what to do from here.”

“Crawl to me, and feast on this cunt like it’s your last meal.”

The moments of waiting for him to reach me were tortuous, like his own little fuck you to me. Drawing out the anticipation for his own enjoyment. I swear, even when he’s not in control, he is. The asshole is a dom to his core, and I’m obsessed with every part of him.

His mouth assaults my pussy just like I knew he would. Switching from worshiping it with long kisses and languid licks one second and slaughtering it the next with his teeth and powerful suction. The back and forth keeps my body from adjusting to one rhythm, amping up my orgasm ten fold. My thighs start to quiver, moans caught in my throat, unable to release.

His fingernails dig into my hips, drawing a map that only he can follow, pulling his treasure closer to him with each thrust of his tongue. I can feel his smile releasing his delicious suction over my clit when he notices how close I am to unraveling. I try to hold it back, but it’s inevitable. He knows how to make my body do his bidding.

“It’s okay, little brat. Don’t hold back. I want you to detonate. Do it now. All over my face.” With that, he dives back in with abandon. Looping his arms over the tops of my thighs to keep me plastered to his face, unable to escape him.

“It’s too much. I can’t—”

“You can take it. You will take it.” The demand in his voice leaves no room to argue, and the intensity in his actions takes me prisoner. My body is alight. Spots dart across my vision. Tingles glisten from the tips of my fingers to the tips of my toes which curl without effort. I try to pull him off me by the roots of his hair, but he just sucks harder, shaking his head between my thighs. I don’t know how much longer I can take this. The orgasm is bordering on painful now. A scream launches itself from deep within my chest before I feel the floodgates open, and his face is soaked with me.

“That’s my good fucking girl.” He stands and plunges his tongue into my mouth, pulling my hair back to deepen his kiss. Our chests meet with every inhale as I still try to catch my breath. “You did so good for me.”

“You make a pretty good submissive yourself.” I smirk and wink at him. He just pulls the belt that’s still around my neck to remind me who the real sub is here. It only makes me laugh. Playing with him brings such lightness to my entire being. It’s one of those moments where if you think too long about it, tears will begin to fall because you realize how lucky you really are. It’s one of those perfect little moments that the movies make you believe happen all the time, when really, they’re rare as hell, and you have to make the most of them when you find yourself within them.

“I love you, Charlie,” softly leaves my lips as I lift my eyes to his.

Epilogue

twenty-four

Epilogue

Charlie

One Year Later

After a long fought legal battle, we’re finally free of Brad, forever. The police chief contacted us this morning to deliver the good news. We weren’t able to leave the state while the investigation was still ongoing. Haedyn and I were the prime and only suspects in the case of Brad’s untimely death.

Honestly, if it weren’t for his mother throwing such a fit, there probably would have never been an investigation to start with, but she just couldn’t fathom that her baby boy was a grade A psychotic piece of shit. What mother could, though?

The police found no evidence of foul play, even though the lawyer representing Brad’s mother was damn good. That’s the only reason the case took so long to finally close. He pulled out every stop in the book, but it still wasn’t enough to do anything more than make us slightly nervous. We were natural born assassins it seemed.

Not really. As long as no one else messes with my girl, we’ll never raise our death toll. If someone dares, however, all bets are off. I’ll help her get away with a thousand murders if it means keeping her safe and mine. Which she will be forever in about two weeks. Legally, anyway.

I asked her to marry me the night she told me she loved me. It was one full of emotion and healing for the both of us. The first night that she felt free in a long time, and she chose to use that freedom to give herself to me. What an honor I still feel every day that I wake up next to her, knowing she wants to spend her life with me.

We’re building a house on the same property her house is on now. One with a tankless water heater, too, because waiting ten minutes to shower is ridiculous. Kate is going to keep living in the old house and fix it up to her liking as she can afford to. Having her close to Haedyn is an absolute must. She was a godsend after everything happened with Brad initially. Hell, if it wasn’t for her, I don’t know that Haedyn would’ve ever let me love her the way she so clearly needed.

I never would have known why she ghosted me the second time. The girl who ran away would’ve never turned into the girl who chose to stay, and what a tragedy that would’ve been. I’ll never be glad that she had to go through what she did, but I’ll always be grateful she trusted me to help her through it.

She quit the dairy bar to work on combining two of her big interests. Haedyn Marie now owns her own business. Her profile on SnapShot ended up serving a bigger purpose than she could’ve ever anticipated. It opened her eyes to her love of photography, specifically boudoir photography. So now she spends her days in her studio right down the road from my restaurant. The business helps women feel confident and sexy in their own skin.

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