Page 21 of Degrees of Control

Charlie couldn’t remember wanting to come so badly in her entire life. It felt as though every muscle in her body was strained to breaking point, her entire system on the brink of collapse. “James,please.”

A sharp blow to her right ass cheek. “What did I tell you?”

Fuck.A profound sense of shame at disobeying him blended into the melting pot of Charlie’s emotions, flavoring her desire with sticky, sweet humiliation. “Mr. Hunter, please, I need to come.”

James’ full lips twisted into a sneer. “Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

His lips moved down to suck her aching nipples. Charlie’s hips bucked and she attempted to sink down on him again. She was so, so close.

“Not yet.”

Her pleasure drew back as though her body obeyed his words rather than its own needs. She wanted to say something. What were the words she was allowed to say? Red, yellow and Mr. Hunter. Nothing for begging or pleading or telling him her brain was dissolving like spun sugar in the rain.

“You wanna come, Charlotte?”

He ran his thumb over her swollen clit and Charlie almost choked on her tongue. “Yes.”

“Go on then, girl, come on me.”

That was all she needed. She rubbed her pussy on him, slick and insistent until warm, blessed orgasm surged over her like a tidal wave. She whimpered, welcoming the oblivion, and James seized her hips and sank her down on his length.

“James, fuck!”

She writhed against his shaft, sunk so deep his pubic hair brushed against her engorged clit. As her inner muscles strained to accommodate him, her orgasm plateaued, igniting the tangled webs of nerves deep inside herself so that she shuddered and moaned. James smirked like a blond Satan. “Feel good, sweetheart? Good as you hoped?”

“Y-you tricked me, I wasn’t ready—”

He leaned closer, the position a million times more intense with his cock buried inside her. “Darlin’, you’ve been ready since you showed up in those fuck-me heels. Now be a good girl and get on your hands and knees.”

Shuddering slightly, Charlie obeyed, tumbling onto the floor.

“Get that ass up.”

Charlie arranged herself on all fours, the position reminding her irresistibly of yoga, except she didn’t do yoga with what felt like Niagara Falls between her legs. There was a soft thump as he came to his knees on the carpet behind her, the hair on his thighs catching on her stockings. Blunt fingertips inspected her folds.

“Goddamn girl, you’rewet.” James sounded almost shocked. “It’s running down your thighs.”

Charlie closed her eyes. Having him inside her had elicited slickness she’d never felt before and her orgasm had done nothing to slake her lust. She was so exposed, so humiliated, but she was so, so turned on. He reached one big hand around her hips to fondle her clit and Charlie bit her lip so hard she tasted blood.

“Nowhere to hide, sweetheart.”

He was right. Her cunt began to clench in on itself, unbearably empty. “Please,” she whispered. “Please fuck me, please, please, please.”

Another smack landed on her exposed ass, making her flinch. “Thought I told you not to talk?”

Charlie bit back an apology, dedicating every point of energy into willing him to fuck her. James came closer, she could feel the blunt head of his cock at her entrance.

Please, please.

He slid inside her with a groan of satisfaction. It was far, far deeper this way and as her body worked to accommodate his thickness, Charlie’s nerve endings crackled like fire.

“Fuck yeah, darlin’, you feel so good.” He began rocking slowly, as though testing her. Charlie moaned. She wanted her body to put up some resistance, but no matter how tightly she squeezed her inner muscles, his cock slid in and out like she was warm syrup.

“Strange how a little thing like you can take all of me.” James’ voice was thick with lust. “You’re tight as hell, baby, but you’re deep.”

She moaned, unable to feel anything that wasn’t James. He tilted his hips and his cock brushed against that burning spot inside her and she collapsed onto her forearms and squealed into the carpet.

“You gonna come again?”

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