Page 35 of Taming His Brat

Love,

Charlie

After the third reading he crumpled the note and hurled it across the room. He was angry and frustrated. He wanted to storm up to the house, throw her over his shoulder and carry her home. He couldn’t understand how she could be so blind to Vicky’s true character and he felt like he was out of options.

He didn’t like this, none of it. Charlie belonged at home with him and with her out of his sight how could he protect her? Was he even supposed to protect her now? What did needing space mean for their relationship? He certainly couldn’t do much as her Daddy if she wasn’t there.

Instinct told him that he needed to leave things alone and he cut short his desire to go and retrieve her. When he checked the bedroom, he saw that her drawers were empty … but her silly stuffed bunny was sitting comfortably in the middle of the bed. That was a good sign, he supposed.

That night sleep didn’t come easily and when he finally did pass out the blaring of the alarm was painful. It felt like he’d barely gotten an hour before it went off. He was slightly embarrassed to find out he’d ended up cuddling her damn rabbit at some point during the night and tossed it aside with a snarl.

He decided right then and there that he wasn’t going to put up with this for long. Space between them was the last thing their relationship needed. He tried to pull it together for work, but he found himself snapping and snarling all morning. The hands scattered, pretending to be busy every time he walked by, but he caught the curious looks that followed him.

They were wondering what was going on—well, so was he. Being a Dom didn’t give him magic insight. He felt like he was supposed to fix things, and he had no clue where to even start. Everything was a mess, and he had no choice but to just sit there and wait for Charlie to make the next move.

He was a patient man but sitting around and waiting wasn’t one of his strengths, so for both their sakes he hoped she figured out what was going on fast.

Chapter Eleven

She had nothing to complain about when it came to their sex life. Sam was an attentive lover who knew all her hot buttons and it was rare that she didn’t hit climax when they made love—unless he purposely kept her from it, of course. That was hot on a different level and the frustration of not being allowed to come eventually made it all worth it so she couldn’t even hate it as a punishment.

And they’d played with sex toys before. In their arsenal were several including an egg and a vibrating butterfly that strapped on. They always added to the fun and the mystery surprise had gotten her all excited wondering what he had planned. Not that she’d needed much to get there when he started wrapping the ropes around her body. The helplessness of being tied was a big turn on, but she hadn’t expected the dual vibes buzzing against her clit and g-spot at the same time.

She wasn’t just wet, she was soaked. Her juices flowed like a river down her inner thighs. She’d never felt anything so deliciously overwhelming in her life. And then he started playing with her back hole, opening it with his fingers, she realized they’d only just gotten started.

He worked his thick erection in, and it seemed tighter than usual. The stretch from the double penetration erased any concentration she had left. It was just on the edge of being painful until she got used to the feeling of being stuffed.

She couldn’t think, all she could do was feel the waves that were rolling through her body. He’d taken it slower than usual, but she was fine with that because she wasn’t sure she could have handled any fast thrusting.

But when he began to move, she discovered that filling her back passage had pushed the vibrator even tighter against her g-spot. Every time he moved, it caused a ripple of pure pleasure that had her crying out and making barely human sounds.

By the time he was done, every muscle in her body was shaking and she was begging him to shut the toy off, because she was positive she’d die if she came one more time. She felt raw, fucked to the point of exhaustion and only the ropes held her upright. As soon as they came off, she just collapsed on the spot, whimpering.

She was drooling, and not just from her mouth. Normally she’d be trying to get to the bathroom to clean up before the sheets got soaked but she didn’t have the energy to bother. Wrecked. That was the word for it. She was absolutely wrecked with pleasure.

It was no wonder that she didn’t wake up when Sam left, or that she climbed out of bed much later than usual. The only thing that surprised her was that he’d been able to get out of bed and go to work. She remembered the way he had shouted and shook when he’d finally shattered inside of her, so she wasn’t the only one who’d had an amazing experience.

It was going on ten when she crawled out of the warm covers and hit the shower. She was stiff, sore in various places both inside and out, so she made it a long one. Plans for the day hadn’t yet become a priority when she heard her phone. It took her a few minutes to find it in the pile of discarded clothes on the floor in the living room.

When she saw it was Sam she started to smile, but that smile vanished almost immediately when he informed her that there was a moving truck up at the big house and it was being loaded with furniture. For a second she wondered if they were being robbed and then her mind skipped over to Vicky.

She knew, without a doubt, this had something to do with her mother. She worked herself up into a furious tirade as she finished getting dressed and ran over to confront Vicky. She wasabsolutelyfurious. She really was, but then … somehow her mother turned it all around.

Again.

Charlie didn’t really understand how that kept happening with Vicky. Somehow the woman always seemed able to change things on her. Every time she got mad her mother had some excuse that seemed reasonable. And even when she wanted to stay mad, somehow she couldn’t.

Charlie felt unprepared to deal with any of this right now. She’d gone from sleeping off a night of amazing sex to … she wasn’t even sure what was happening anymore. Part of her didn’t know what to do. She felt like she was being torn in two directions and no matter what choice she made someone was going to be mad at her.

Vicky acted like she was sincerely sorry, and her explanation made sense in a way. At least, Charlie could twist her point of view around to seeing her mother’s side. At the same time, she got why Sam was pissed. Underneath it all she could still feel a low grumble of anger too.

It had just been spackled over with the need to soothe things between Sam and her mother because she couldn’t deal with them fighting. Letting Vicky have the money from the furniture didn’t help and she knew it, but she honestly didn’t want it. In a way it would feel like she was selling her father’s memories. Better to let her mother keep it, she thought.

Sam hadn’t been pleased about it, but she hadn’t thought about that before she’d said it impulsively, so she’d deal with it later. He left and she could tell he was struggling to keep control, so she let him walk out because it was one less person to focus on.

The tightness in her chest and her racing heart were enough to deal with. It was a struggle to push away the panic attack that tried to overwhelm her. Exercises were only going to go so far if things like this kept popping up at her unexpectedly.

She took a ragged breath and let it out. “Please don’t do anything like this again, Mom.”

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