Page 75 of Claiming Charlotte

“There was no theory. Was there? This is what you wanted.”

Crack.

“Answer me, Charlotte. I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes!” I cried out.

“How many do you think you should get Lottie?”

The whip rang out and it once again lashed at the reddened skin.

“I do—I don’t know!”

Crack.

“Oh, Sweet Lottie, if only you could see the masterpiece, I'm creating out of your body right now.” He groaned.

My body shook as Roe slid the handle of the flogger into my slit, fucking it in and out of my wetness.

“Hold that for me, Princess.”

The invited heat from his body left me, and I heard him squirting something before he pulled it out and his fingers teased both entrances.

“Don’t come until I say you can Charlotte,” he said as he rhythmically spread the lube in and around my ass and cunt.

Soon, his fingers were replaced by cold silicone, this one felt bigger, and I didn’t think my ass could handle that much coupled with the thickness of the one teasing my cunt.

“Rowan, my ass I?—”

“Will be just fine,” he interrupted sternly, and he turned on the fuck machine.

They moved slowly, each fucking into me in separate strokes and I gritted my teeth as my ass swallowed the dildo that was stretching it. Soon, enough I was acclimated, and pleasure started building within me.

Rowan knelt down admiring his work before hooking his thumb into my mouth pulling it open and spit into it, using his fingers to spread it around and push it down my throat.

“You have a safeword for a reason Charlotte, use it if you need it,” he ordered.

“Rowan, please,” I begged. I needed release and the squelching noises made by the machine behind me only proved that.

He shook his head, turning it up higher. “If I let you come so soon, how would you learn your lesson?”

Freeing his cock from his boxers, he wasted no time in fisting my hair, driving into my throat inch-by-inch.

“That’s a good girl.” He breathed, taking my hair in his hands and petting it down, giving him more control as he drove into my throat.

Between brutally fucking my face and the dildos fucking deep inside me, I found my hips trying to move in time with them preparing for an orgasm, when they stopped abruptly. I looked up, and locked eyes with him to be met with a shit-eating grin.

My attention immediately went to the painful throb in my nipples, and I whimpered.

“Rowan,” I whispered breathlessly. “Fuck me…Please.” I moaned around his cock.

He pressed the remote and the dildos started moving again faster and harder.

My breathing became heavy, and saliva accidentally fell from my lips as I panted against the rhythmic thrusts of his dick. My lips tightly wrapped around him, and my pleasure increased, threatening to send me to another world.

“When you have learned how to stop teasing, then I will give you what you want,” he grunted.

I desperately tried to shake the clamps off, but I was starting to love the way they felt on my nipples. The way the cool air hit them as he rubbed and yanked sent me into a spiral until he stopped it again.

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