Page 26 of Degrees of Control

James hadn’t felt this fucked-up in a long while. In the last hour all he’d done was pace around the house like a starving dog. He’d picked up his PS4 controller only to put it down, eaten half an apple and dumped it in the trash. He must have scrolled through his phone contacts half a dozen times to call a friend, a girl, someone,anyone. He tried to calm himself down, remember he had a date to fuck in less than twenty minutes and that everything was fine, but everything didn’t feel fine. In fact, everything felt pretty damn close to bad.

His day had been hell. Five meetings, one guy quit, someone keyed his truck and then his big brother, Will called. Will only ever called when he wanted something and this had been no exception. He and his wife were throwing some big‘look the fuck at us bein’ so damn generous’birthday party for their mom’s 60thand he was being asked to fly up early and help arrange it. James told Will that if their older sister Kelsey and her family weren’t invited then he wasn’t going and then it was on for young and old. Once William Hunter started bitching, there was no stopping the guy. James knew the only reason his brother gave a fuck about the party was because their mom would sulk if everyone wasn’t there playing happy families and making her look good. He told Will as much before he got hung up on. The perfect end to a shitty, shitty day.

James stood up and resumed pacing his living room. He’d been looking forward to seeing Charlotte all week but now there was a buzzing feeling in his gut that said he needed to be somewhere else—fucking, dancing, drinking, sunk so deep into a crowd or a woman’s cunt he didn’t have to think.

He knew a few whiskies would take the edge of that feeling right off, but he didn’t need a psychologist to tell him that was a bad fucking idea. Instead, he went to his workout room, poor fucking substitute that it was, and thrashed a heavy bag until he heard the doorbell ring. He checked his watch. Eight p.m. exactly. Blue-Eyes was punctual.

She has to be, she takes the fucking bus.

Shaking his head at the strange behavior of his latest lay, James grabbed a towel and headed for the door. When it opened, he saw Charlotte looking fucking edible in a thin purple dress paired with a gold belt and gold flats. They enhanced her big tits and her wide blue eyes so that she looked like a perfect blend of dirty and innocent. For the first time all day, James’ blood felt like it was pumping for a purpose.

“How are you, Miss Charlotte?”

She blushed like the sweet little thing she was. “I’m good.”

He gestured to his sweat-drenched torso. “I can take a shower if you want.”

She shook her head, blushing even harder and James smirked. There was something deliciously fucked-up about how hot Charlotte was for him, this hippy darling with all her filthy wants and needs. He thought about issuing some orders. Making her strip down and bend over so he could examine her pretty pink pussy, but the buzzing in his gut told him not to bother. He had tension to relieve.

Without another word he hoisted Charlotte against him then pressed her into the nearest wall, his cock already straining against the cotton of his exercise shorts. She was completely unfazed by his aggression, leaning forward to lick a stream of sweat running down his neck. Her tongue lingered on his pulse point and it felt so fuckingdirtyJames moaned out loud. Seizing a fistful of her hair he forced her mouth to his. His frustration was mirrored in her deep, open-mouthed kisses, and when he stroked between her legs she hissed, sinking her sharp little teeth into his neck. The lick of pain got him right on the edge. He yanked down her dress, practically tearing it away. With disappointment, he noticed her gorgeous cunt was bunched up in a pair of cheap Walmart panties. He considered tearing them off then and there, but then noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra. There were her perfect tits to contend with. James bent down and drew a nipple into his mouth, alternating between the sensitive tips until Charlotte was flushed and soaking. She gripped his shoulders. “Please, James. Please fuck me?”

“You’re fucking greedy, you know that?”

She nodded, pressing her hips firmly against his. Christ, the way she lapped up dirty talk got him hard.

He laid her down on the hallway floor. His cleaner hadn’t come for a couple weeks and God knows how much dust was getting in her hair, but fuck it. He’d waited long enough. He braced himself above her and reached for her belt. “I wanna give it to you hard this time, you want it like that, Blue-Eyes?”

She blinked up at him. “Don’t ask.”

Fury whipped through him.Shewas the wide-eyed, inexperienced one, not him. He didn’t have to be told how to fuck rough or when to take control. She wanted no holds barred? She’d get it. “Hands over your head, slut.”

Her breath caught on the dirty word, but she complied, her face flushed with arousal. James yanked off her gold belt and then drew the fake leather tight around her delicate wrists. He pushed her arms to the floor. “Hold them still. Don’t move a fuckin’ muscle.”

He collected as much of underwear as he could and pulled, tearing her panties from her body. Charlotte writhed, thrusting out her breasts and spreading her thighs. He could see that her body was lit up with a kind of squirming, pleasurable shame that made his dick hurt. His hentai girl, bound and ready to serve. He descended on her breasts, sucking and biting with more pressure than before. She gasped and brought her bound arms around his neck. James shoved them roughly to the floor. “Keep your hands to yourself, little girl.”

Resisting the urge to press his tongue into her hot little mouth, he lowered himself back down onto her gorgeous tits and resumed sucking. He then reached between her legs to find her pussy soaking. He swore, unable to keep himself from imagining the clench of her bare cunt against his cock, how hot she’d feel, how juicy. As though sensing his temptation, she appealed to his lower urges. “Please fuck me, James. I’m so ready.”

“Don’t remember saying you could talk, Blue-Eyes.”

Any man alive could tell she was ready, but he knew torture was what she loved. James slid himself down in her body and arranged himself on his elbows. The smell of her cunt was something a man could happily drown in, sweet and musky. The scent that had lingered in his lounge room after she’d gone.

“No, no, no,” Charlotte chanted, tossing her head from side to side. Ignoring her, James slid his tongue into the damp space between her thighs. She screamed and a wave of wetness immediately gushed forward to greet his tongue. Steadying his hands on her hips, James circled her clit with slow deliberate drags, and within minutes she was a sobbing mess. He knew if her hands were free she’d have them buried in his hair, pushing his tongue deeper into her pussy.

Too bad she won’t get the chance.

When she was close he raised himself up on his palms. Charlotte’s body was taut as a bow, her perfect tits jiggling as she moaned the loss of his tongue. James pulled down his shorts, stroking his cock until it was hard as steel. He ran the tip through Charlotte’s bare slit and she squealed, her wrists straining against the belt. Far too tempted to just plunge inside, he snagged his wallet from the sideboard and rolled on a condom before he did something stupid. He hated condoms. He hated the way they looked, the way they dulled the sensation, the way the antiseptic scent of lube drowned out the warm musk of pussy. He’d lost his virginity bare and that experience had ruined him in more ways than one. He fell to his knees in front of her.

Charlotte moaned. “Don’t. Please untie me.”

James gave her his biggest, most shit-eating smile. “Fuck me good and maybe I will. Now spread your legs.”

She refused and James wrenched her thighs apart. “You’ll do what I tell you to do, or shit will get a whole lot worse for you, little girl. Am I understood?”

She closed her eyes and nodded.

“Look at me.”

Flushing deeply, Charlotte did what he asked.

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