Page 8 of Degrees of Control

A jab of humiliation, just a little one, set her skin ablaze.This is what I need,she thought, as she mindlessly pressed herself against his jeans.A drop of cruelty in a sea of pleasure.“Please make me come, James, I want it so badly.”

Charlie felt his big hand clench her underwear. For a second, the pressure forced the silk hard against her swollen pussy and she yelped. Then the material slackened and pulled away from her heat, rasping gently over her clit before it was thrown aside.

Dear Lord. People can actually do that? Rip underwear off.

A broad fingertip gently pressed itself inside her, the sudden intimacy making her hips buck. He touched her without caution, as though he was already highly familiar with the sensitive pink folds between her legs, as if he owned them. She shivered, involuntarily flexing around him and James’ finger withdrew. Teeth found her earlobe again. “I’ll tell you somethin’ now, darlin’. I don’t like being rushed and I don’t like bein’ told what to do. You keep tryin’ to get your little pussy off on me and this is gonna be over real soon, you feelin’ none the better for it.”

Charlie forced herself to go still, biting her lower lip to keep the whimpering to a minimum.

“That’s it, you’re a good little learner, ain’t you?” Without waiting for an answer, James slowly breached her, his fingers feeling far too thick and rough to be real. “Oh yeah, that’s nice. Tight and hotter’n hell.”

As two of his fingers slid almost completely inside her, Charlie’s breathing grew labored. The air was twice as dense as it should have been, she could hardly draw it in. His fingers stroked in and out of her cunt, excitement prickled her nerve endings.

I’m dying. I’m dying and I don’t care.

Outside, people partied on, unaware that a woman was dying of pleasure in Sophia’s bathroom.

“Christ, you feel good, honey. Been a while?” James hooked his fingers inside her, rubbing over that aching spot she had only felt with strategically placed toys. Her pelvis shuddered, every muscle tender. “Oh God, too much! Too much! James, it’s too much.”

He chuckled, a dark sound, void of humor. He wrapped a fist around her hair and pulled it tight. “Feel how deep my fingers are? You wait till I’m inside you.”

His thumb brushed over her clit and the whole world tipped sideways, a surge of energy burst at her center and her hips bucked against his stroking fingers. “James!”

Another dark chuckle. “Oh honey, you’re gonna feel so good around my cock.”

Charlie came then, she couldn’t help it, and as she came, she screamed. James clapped his spare hand to her mouth. “I appreciate the response, but we don’t need to be drawin’ attention to ourselves in here.”

She bit down on his palm and he chuckled, working his fingers harder inside her, fucking her through her climax and out the other side. It was like a dream, some fucked-up fairytale orgasm that shook the dust off every sexual encounter she’d ever had.

Who are you?Charlie thought wildly.Who are you and where did you come from and why are you so good at sex?

James patted her thighs, the movement brisk. “On your knees, sweetheart, leave the dress on.”

Charlie fell in love with him a little right then, this rough, unapologetically demanding guy she could smell and feel but couldn’t see. He was everything she thought didn’t exist made real. He was more myth than man.

Still numb from her orgasm, she slipped down from the marble counter and contemplated the most dignified way to collapse onto all fours. Drop to her knees? Downward facing dog?

The sound of high heels thumping up the hallway broke through her floaty reverie.

“And so I was like,‘why don’t you ever fucking listen to me, huh?’” A woman slurred outside the bathroom door. ‘“I told you, your sister’s a slut.’”

“You fucking didn’t! What did he say? And where is this fucking bathroom?”

Charlie giggled softly, her sexual bubble well and truly burst.

“What do you think?” James pulled her into his arms. “We can camp out in here? Let the valley girls hear you scream?”

Charlie trailed a hand down his chest, letting her fingers wander over all those intriguing ridges. God, she wanted to see him properly.

Bravery, Bell. Bravery.She swallowed.“Come home with me. Please?”

James pulled away from her, fumbling with his zipper, and Charlie had a minor freak-out, but when he straightened, she saw he’d merely tucked his erection into the waistband of his jeans.Man, I have no idea how guys do that without hurting themselves.

“We’re going to my place. It’s right around the corner.” With that, he seized her hand and opened the door. “Bathroom’s in here, ladies,” he said to the girls still drunkenly navigating the corridor. They snickered.

When they re-emerged into the party, James was still holding her hand. People pointed at them with rather knowing smiles and Charlie wasn’t sure whether to withdraw or preen. Then she looked up at James and took in the blond hair, the square jaw and big shoulders.Preen. Definitely Preen.

James studied her back, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Hell, you’re even prettier than you were when we went in there, Blue-Eyes, all flushed and lovely.”

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