Page 19 of Degrees of Control

Charlie didn’t think she’d ever felt this exposed. Her hands lurched up to her hair, stroking it nervously before she reached for the fastener at the back of her pencil skirt. His hazel eyes bore into hers as he rubbed a palm across the front of his jeans, stroking the bulge that lay below. Charlie let Holly’s skirt pool around her ankles. Her panties were cheap but new. She hadn’t wanted to wear anything for him that she’d ever worn for Dale. James stared at the ornate love heart woven into her pink bikini briefs and she saw something wild flicker in his eyes.

“Turn around,” he snarled.

She did what she was told, her feet swaying slightly in the pumps.

“Bend over.”

Her pulse throbbed in her neck as she arched her back and exposed herself to him. Her thighs were wet with arousal; her dampness surely saturating the thin material of her panties. She could hear him breathing, harsh and deep. There was a long pause, broken only by the rasp of a zipper being unfastened. The harsh sound was enough to startle her. Was he going to jerk off to her like she was an unpaid stripper?

“Slide your panties down.”

Charlie hooked her thumb into the waistband of her pastel-colored briefs and hesitated.

“Now.”

Shame and excitement swirled in her stomach until she couldn’t tell one from another. The pink cloth fell to her ankles. The music helped, it set the scene for something dark and sensuous, an eager girl stripping for a powerful man. Being owned and admired. On the map of her sexual history, certain landmarks stuck out like cities. Her first orgasm, kissing a boy and feeling a strange hard length against her thigh, seeing a movie about a woman forced into orgasm and soaking her underpants. Moments where her buzzers lit up with that bright, scary feeling that meant only one thing,I want that. Now another milestone was taking place.

“Look at me.”

Charlie twisted her head to stare at him over her shoulder. James’ erection jutted out from his jeans and he stroked himself lazily. “You’ve got a body like a fucking dream, Blue-Eyes. Turn around. Give me another look at your tits.”

Arousal swelled between her thighs like a wave. James’ hair gleamed gold and his eyes were deep green pools. He looked like a god, some powerful being that she needed to obey. She turned, her breasts bouncing with the motion. James smirked.

“Put your hands on yourself, darlin’. Show me what you like.”

For the first time in years, Charlie felt drunk. Her brain was swollen, her thoughts three steps behind her mouth. She ran her hands across her collarbone, trailing her fingers across her breasts and shuddering as she brushed over her nipples.

“That’s good, honey, keep going.”

Charlie pressed her nipples harder, a small sob escaping her mouth. It was too much and she closed her eyes.

“Look at me.”

She forced her lids to part. James stared at her, eyes glittering. “You close your eyes one more time, I’m gonna get mean, sweetheart, you understand?”

Charlie nodded.

“Good. Now. When you’re thinking about me fucking you, how do you take it?”

She didn’t have to think. In every fantasy she had, he tore away her skirt and mounted her like an animal. “From behind.”

“From behind, what?”

She almost choked on her own arousal. “From behind, James.”

He grimaced. “Changed my mind about that third word you’re allowed to say. Where I’m from, you don’t call a man by his first name. It’s disrespectful. You’re gonna call me Mr. Hunter.”

Leave, some cowardly part of her mind screamed.Don’t do this. “Yes, Mr. Hunter.”

“Good girl,” he drawled, spreading his arms along the top of the couch. “I can see from the way you’re rubbing those wet little thighs together, you’re horny. Do you want me to fuck you, Charlotte?”

It felt like all the blood in her body was pounding between her legs. “Yes, Mr. Hunter.”

“Then come over here and work for it, baby.”

Shaking, Charlie sank her stockinged knees into the thick carpet before James. He rose above her like an idol she’d come to worship. Up close, she could see his cock was magnificent; long and thick and the same gleaming gold color as the rest of him. As she watched, a bead of pre-come welled at the tip, and instinctively she leaned forward and licked it, the musky flavor of his arousal spilling across her tongue. James hissed, his hips jolting upward.

“Go on, sweetheart, blow me. Those lips of yours were made for sucking cock.”

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