Page 74 of Claiming Charlotte

“See,” he whispered lowly. “I can play games too, Charlotte, and I always win.”

He released me and his lips moved to my neck taking the skin into his mouth, sucking harshly as he continued to rub my nipple through the thin gown. I couldn’t suppress the moans that left me as he held me hostage against the wall, groping me.

“I wanted to be in charge; you are just impatient,” I smirked. Moaning as my nipple hardened under his touch.

“No, you were being a brat and a tease, and now I'm going to show you the consequences.”

I jerked back to run again, but he caught me and threw me over his shoulder. I cried out when his flat palm met my left ass cheek.

“Do you want me to tell you what I'm going to do to you?” I scratched along his back in laughter as we descended the basement stairs. Throw it at me big boy.

Placing me down my face fell as he flipped the lights on, illuminating the tables of toys and various devices.

“We are taking ‘down to the basement’ to a whole new level.” He laughed rubbing his chin.

My eyes followed his to the metal stockade that sat to the side of the room. It had a place for my head and hands, and where the legs aligned there were leather straps.

“Are you going willingly, or will I be putting you in there?” He asked.

His finger motioned me to come forward. I stood still not out of defiance but hesitation. Maybe? His voice brought me back to reality. I didn't realize I had zoned out for a moment.

“Come here; I’ll help you.” He said softly.

My body traveled fast, and the next thing I knew Roe was helping me place my head and hands through the holes before closing it, making sure it was latched. With a smack to my ass, he moved to secure each leg to the straps. I was stuck in place helpless with nowhere to go, dripping wet for the punishment he had in store for me.

“See Princess, with the right person, sex can be healing, and enjoyable. But right now, you’re being punished.”

Rowan knelt down in front of me and held something else in his hand.

“These are clamps Charlotte, two are going to go here,” he said, pinching my nipples and pulling them down toward the floor before attaching the first one.

I screamed and his hand flew to my mouth, and my saliva dripped onto his hand, then applied the same torture to the other; tugging on the silver chain that connected them.

Getting up to walk around I moaned out my pleasure as he spread me open and sucked my lips between his teeth. My body shivered in pleasure until I felt the teeth of the other clamp snap onto my clitoris, and I held my breath fighting against my restraints.

My body writhed against my bondage unable to move when Rowan’s eyes met mine in a sinister smirk.

“See Princess, you can wear more than one necklace, you look so pretty right now,” he said, licking the tears that trailed down my face. “My toy to play with.”

He stood up and disappeared behind me once more and I quaked in anticipation.

“You thought you could hide from me.”

That's when the second strike came down harshly and I gasped. It wasn’t his hand; little straps of leather licked my ass spreading pain throughout my backside.

“Why do you insist on being such a brat lately?”

Crack.

Then a third. He kneaded the sensitive skin, and I called out “I’m sorry!”

His hands gripped my waist, and he rubbed his length along my wetness causing me to jerk and cry out every time the tip hit the metal giving my throbbing clit attention.

“Sorry is just a word Charlotte,” he mocked me. “You knew what you were doing, and you also know I had no issue breaking out of those cuffs.”

Crack.

I felt the leather across my back, and I cried out.

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