Page 91 of The Power Play

I’m not in any rush as I go to mine. I strip out of my clothes, just down to my bra and underwear. Then, I go through my things to grab what I need. The strap on is something I’ve never actually used before, but always wanted to. And I know that I finally want to tonight.

As I enter Charlie’s room, I toss the toy onto his new bed along with some lube I grabbed. I watch him glance at it and then look at me, clearly trying to hide his shock.

“Remember I asked if there was anything you wouldn’t let me do?” I ask, standing in front of him while he’s gloriously naked and already hard for me. Clearly, any nervousness he has isn’t affecting the status of his erection.

“Yes,” he answers confidently.

“What did I tell you I wanted to do?”

“You wanted to fuckme.”

“How are you feeling about that now?”

I watch his hand twitch at his side, clearly wanting to reach out and touch me, but he doesn’t, and I already want to praise him for holding back.

“I trust you. Whatever you want to do, I want anything you’ll give me. I just want you, pretty girl.”

With that, I nod, “Lay on your back on the bed.”

I like that he doesn’t talk back, argue or question anything right now. He fully understands what I need, what I want, and is determined to submit perfectly. And fuck if that doesn’thave some emotion threatening to break through the walls I’ve erected.

“Fuck your fist. I want you nice and hard for me,” I demand.

His hand wraps around his impressive length as he pumps. I watch and appreciate how fucking sexy it is. Precum drips from the tip and he uses it to work himself harder. He lets out a slight groan and I’m having to squeeze my thighs together at the wetness pooling there watching my own personal show.

“I get it,” I say.

“Get what?” he grits out through his teeth.

“Why you liked to watch me for so long. I could watch you like this for a long ass time.”

“Like what you see, then?” he asks, and I watch his hand tighten around the tip, squeezing.

“I really do,” I lower onto my knees in between his legs. “But it’s my turn.”

Swatting his hand away, I replace it with my mouth, licking at the tip, getting the salty taste of him on my tongue before running it all around his head, under the crown and then all the way along his shaft getting him extra wet before sucking him into my mouth.

Charlie drops his head back on a loud groan as I suck him as far back into my throat as I can, swallowing around him. I squeeze the base of him with the few inches I’m unable to fit in my mouth.

Pulling my mouth off him, I pump my hand around his spit covered dick while looking up at his face that’s pinched in a mixof pleasure and torture. I drop my mouth back onto him and suck hard, bobbing my head before he moans loudly.

“Audrey, I’m close,” he warns.

With one more lick I remove my mouth from him to see he’s extremely hard, probably borderline painful. I stand up and he remains lying on his back, looking up at me. I reach for the belt with a fake dick attachment and begin to put it on.

“Last chance to change your mind,” I offer.

He shakes his head, “Not going to happen. I want whatever you need. I’m yours in every way.”

Another crack in my emotional wall, but I ignore it for now. I have to. If I allow myself to feel anything other than the physical right now, I’ll end up breaking down and that’s the last thing I want. I just want to feel.

“Turn over,” I tell him because I feel myself falling deeper with his eyes on me and I can’t have that right now. I just want the physical, I’m trying to grasp onto the last bit of hope that’s all this is. Even if it’s a big fucking lie.

I pour a generous amount of lube on the dick strapped to my body, coating my hand in the process as I make sure it’s completely covered. I step up behind Charlie who is lying on his stomach, the perfect hockey butt on full display for me. Leading down to his thick thighs and the way he’s here, unashamed, and so willing to do whatever I want.

Sliding my hand across his perfectly rounded ass, spreading the slippery lube across his skin before bringing it between his legs, moving up further. He tightens, the first show of nerves and I lean over his back to whisper, “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” he breathes, and attempts to relax.

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