Page 45 of Degrees of Control

“Feel good?”

James’ answering moan came from deep within his chest.

Good. I might be poor and short and fucking you in this graveyard of hook-ups past, but I can own you now.

She used his body until her nipples ached and the delicate skin around her throat burned. She rode him in a way that was more swaying than fucking, her strokes far too shallow for him to come. James thrashed and moaned and undoubtedly cursed her through her panties, but his hips lay still against the mattress. He did what she asked him to do. Desperate to hear his distress, Charlie bent forward and plucked the material from his mouth. James gasped like a drowning man brought to surface. “Goddamn it, Charlotte,fuck me.”

“Hmm, no.”

He jerked against his bonds, as though trying to throw her off. “I’m gonna come, my balls are so fuckin’ tight I can hardly breathe.”

“Well, then make sure you can breathe. Prioritize it.”

He groaned, pressing his head back into the pillows. “You are evil.”

“You don’t know the half of it.”

Charlie sank down on him, drawing his cock all the way inside her, and James’ face contorted as though he was in pain. His brow was furrowed, his white teeth bared. She loved him like this; taut and feral and hers to control. She rode him fast and hard, needing to see his desire accelerate when his expression changed, becoming softer and more desperate. “Baby, I’m gonna go off. Come up here and sit on my face.”

“Beg.”

“Please,” James said with what appeared to be the utmost sincerity. “Please, honey, I need to make you come. Put that pussy down on my face. I’ll stay tied up, I just have to get you off. Please.”

Charlie hesitated. “I’ll taste like lube from the condom…”

“I don’t give a fuck. I’ll do anything, Charlotte, just…please?”

She couldn’t battle her submissive urges any longer, she scrambled up the bed and positioned her legs on either side of his head.

“Fuck yeah.” James arched his neck and eagerly drew his tongue through her cunt. The noise he made, like a starving man tasting chocolate, turned her skin white-hot. “That’s it, girl, don’t move a fucking muscle. Lemme take care of you.”

Charlie clung to the headboard. As good as she had felt before, being under his control again felt incredible. He was bound, but she was the one who was helpless, listening to his slick tongue. Like a demon he waited until she was right on the brink and then sucked her swollen clit right into his mouth. Her orgasm burst on his tongue, hot and rippling and thick.

“James!”

She threw her head back so far her body was an arch, rutting her hips against his talented mouth. He sucked her harder, urging every last vibration out of her climax. When she finally pulled away, there was no trace of arrogance on James’ face, no cocky sense of achievement. “Get on me. Get on my dick right now.”

She climbed down his bound body and drew him inside her tingling, tortured flesh. He was close, she could feel it. She clamped herself around him and the aftershocks from her first climax throbbed to life.

“Use me, Charlotte.” James’ voice was harsh. “Ride my fucking cock.”

She planted her feet into the mattress and worked herself faster, the pressure almost painful in its perfection. Her clit brushed against his pelvis and the scratchy hair on his pubic bone and she screamed. His cock swelled inside her and she felt herself clench in agony, their bodies warring for capacity.

“That’s it,” James panted. “Come all over me. Come all over me, baby. Let it ride.”

Charlie shuddered, suspended in time as she dragged her hands through her tangled hair. James’ biceps bulged as he twisted against his restraints, head pressed back into the pillow. Someone was screaming. It was her. She was screaming James’ name so loudly the fancy hotel lights were practically shaking.I’m sure they’re used to that here.

They came together in a great big shuddering mess. When every drop of energy was wrung from her body, Charlie fell away from James, collapsing somewhere near his feet.

Simultaneous orgasms. Not just for the movies.

James made a cheerful, exhausted sound, like a man who just put down his plough after a long day’s work. “Darlin’? Not that I didn’t love being your fuck-slave, but my hands are turnin’ blue.”

“Ooh, sorry.” Charlie pulled the makeshift bonds away from his reddened wrists, and James closed his eyes with a small contented sigh. Then, to her surprise, he drew her close and they melted into the bed together like the lone survivors of a shipwreck. Charlie watched as golden dust swirled through the afternoon air, wondering when she’d last felt so…satisfied.

“So you’re just gonna smash through every barrier I have, huh Blue-Eyes?”

Charlie wanted to ask him what he meant but her eyelids were growing heavy. His voice sounded like it was coming from a long, long way away.

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