Page 47 of Claiming Charlotte

Locking my bedroom door, I laid over my bedsheets and ran a hand over my breast, I moaned, rolling my nipple between my fingers.

I reached into my nightstand and retrieved my small vibrator, and pulled my dress up, switching the vibrator on and placing it gently on my clit. I hadn’t pleased myself in so long, and the feeling was kind of strange. It felt so good, but somehow it wasn’t enough. Though I tried for what seemed forever, I just wasn’t getting close to the release I craved. I growled, feeling frustrated, and contemplated stopping altogether.

I closed my eyes and let my thoughts wander as the vibrator buzzed against me. I thought about Rowan, I imagined him torturing one of them, and I felt myself come closer.

I pictured him standing in front of a man who was tied up.

“What did you do?” I heard Rowan ask the faceless man, his voice echoing through my head.

I shuddered as I felt myself grow wet underneath the silicon.

“Nothing, I never touched her,” the man screamed. “I was only in charge of making sure she stayed drugged up. To monitor that it wasn’t too much!”

My fingers wandered down between my legs, running over my entrance and I pushed a finger through my wetness.

Rowan opened the man’s mouth and injected something into his gums with a needle, and a moment later his body was slack. He looked so calm and relaxed as he worked, and the sight of him made me wetter than I thought possible.

“But you watched,” Rowan said.

“Roe, please,” I whispered, my eyes still closed as my fingers moved in time with the vibrator and I neared orgasm with an arched back.

Rowan smirked at me with a ravenous look in his eyes as he flicked on a blow torch and moved toward the man with it.

“Come for me Lottie. Come as I make him beg for mercy.”

As the image in my head of Rowan melting off various parts of this man’s body became more vivid, my orgasm crashed down around me, and I cried out over and over again. “Roe!”

My hips bucked as I came, and then it was over. My whole body felt numb with pleasure as I sucked air into my lungs.

Rowan

Around a week later I stood in the shadows of her room and waited for her to return from her therapy session with her. I hadn’t been there long, I wanted to be alone for a moment before I saw her. I hadn’t been home much, trying to hunt these fuckers down, and I missed her. There was only one left, and I couldn’t wait to take care of it, and she was going to help me. Tonight, she would get her closure.

The door opened and Charlotte came in carrying a mask of her own in her hand, running her fingers along the smooth edges in confusion. I drew in a sharp breath when I saw what she was wearing, and it was hot. I’d seen her in shorts before, but these ones seemed to be shorter than ever if that were even possible. They looked to be made of black leather, and they had a long zipper that ran the length of the crotch and all the way up the back.

Paired with the shorts was a blood-red tank top that fell just short of her navel, leaving a three-inch gap where her bare skin tantalized me from my place in the shadows. I felt my dick stir in my pants as she stood in the middle of the room, and I moved out of the shadows to join her. She smiled when she saw me.

I pushed a lock of hair behind her ear and planted a sweet kiss on her deliciously soft lips.

“This file is the last one. Do you want to join me?” I asked.

Charlotte’s face was overcome by a look of excitement and she nodded her head fervently. “Of course,” she replied. “But I’m driving.”

As Charlotte maneuvered the bike through traffic, I briefly counted my blessings that she was such a good driver. She had mentioned that her dad taught her when she was around sixteen, but she never continued; so a few months ago I took over allowing her to drive us home from the cabin. Being the backpack was different, but it allowed me to have certain freedoms.

I glanced down at her hot leather shorts. The zipper is right there…I thought, and a devilish grin spread across my face. I released my grip on her waist and pulled the zipper down, revealing round, supple cheeks.

“Rowan, don’t make me crash,” Charlotte said with a giggle, but I didn’t respond.

I tugged my own zipper down and released my cock before lifting her onto me.

“Keep your eyes on the road, Charlotte,” I warned. “If you can get us there safely, I’ll let you come.”

She gasped as I entered her, and she leaned further into the bike arching her back to give me better access as I fucked into her slowly, teasing her. Her wetness instantly overtook me, and I could feel her drip down my balls and onto the leather seat beneath us.

I wanted to drive into her mercilessly until she was screaming loud enough for every bystander to hear, but I kept it slow and steady. As we pulled up to a stoplight, I moved and pulsed inside her, and she let out a moan. I stifled a grin as I noticed a young couple in the car next to us staring with their window rolled down halfway.

“Mind your business,” I said gruffly, rotating my hips inconspicuously.

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