Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Miranda would be in heaven. I was pretty sure work was her kink.
Now that I’d had the idea, I was too keyed up to go back to sleep. Images of Charlotte spread out and helpless for twenty men filled my imagination. I could see her pleading eyes as she gazed up at me, entirely lost in pleasure, drowning in it, desperate for it.
My cock shifted. It still felt overworked. I needed to do something to get my mind off sex and Charlotte.
I closed the computer and reached for the controller on the coffee table. A game would take my mind off things. Something I’d played but never finished, maybe. The TV woke up, and I scrolled through my options.
I immediately ruled out Skyrim.
Too many dragons.
* * * *
“This is a suspiciously normal breakfast,” Charlotte remarked, taking a bite of her pancakes.
“Is it?” I leaned forward in my chair for my coffee mug. Charlotte was a slow eater. I’d been done for ages.
“Don’t act coy. You’re up to something.” She narrowed her eyes at me as she tried to figure out what.
I shrugged innocently. “I’m not up to anything. I assumed you could use a break after last night. I could get a dildo and make you ride it while you finish eating, if you’d prefer.”
She laughed. “Okay, later. This is a good time to talk about our plans for leaving.”
That was convenient. I’d meant to bring up the subject myself. Hence the non-horny breakfast. “What were your thoughts?”
I knew it would take more than a day to get her big send-off arranged. I had a few excuses I could use to keep us here an extra day to give us time.
“What about…” she considered. “Two days?”
“Two days, as in today and tomorrow?” I’d already consulted with Miranda while Charlotte had still been asleep.
“Is that enough time to get travel together?” Charlotte asked. “You made it sound like it would be pretty quick before. When I had my big ‘I want to leave’ freak-out.”
“Well, yeah. I would have gotten you home as soon as possible because I’m not a kidnapper.” As it turned out, two days was the bare minimum Miranda had quoted me. “That sounds fine to me. But make it two nights, instead. Tonight, and tomorrow night. I have a plan for you.”
“Ooh!” She clapped her hands. “You know, I hope you don’t stop planning things for me when we leave. I would hate to make you come back here to live full-time.”
“What’s stopping us from doing that now?” I quipped. “But yes, I’ll still have all sorts of plans for you when we get to New York. I’ve already brainstormed the places I want to fuck you in my apartment.”
For example, up against the floor-to-ceiling glass that stood in place of exterior walls, revealing a truly dizzying view. My penthouse was one of the highest addresses in Manhattan, and there was no rush like the perceived threat of tumbling to your death while having a frenzied fuck up against a window.
I hoped she wasn’t afraid of heights.
“As for the plans I currently have in motion,” I went on, “would you rather I tell you what to expect or shall I keep it a surprise?”
She considered. “Is there anything from my no-no list in these plans?”
“There never would be.” While I hoped that one day, she wouldn’t feel like she had to ask that question, I understood completely that she wasn’t used to this type of lifestyle. If she had to remind me of her boundaries to feel safe, I didn’t take it personally.
“I want to be surprised.” She gave me a dazzling smile. “Because your surprises so far have been top tier.”
Oh, princess, I thought, hiding my smile with a sip from my coffee. You have no idea.
CHAPTER EIGHT
(Charlotte)
I wasn’t sure how Matt planned to top what we’d already done at Ascend Red, but I couldn’t wait to find out. I woke on the morning of my big surprise to find that it was something of an all-day affair. An all-day affair during which I was not allowed to come.
“Why do you love tormenting me like that? I think we’ve already proved I’m capable of more than one orgasm,” I joked as I headed from the bathroom into the bedroom.
“Good girls earn them through obedience,” he said, gesturing me over to the bed. “I want you edging nonstop today.”
I looked down at the “clothing” he’d selected for me to wear until my surprise that evening. A pair of delicate, pink lace panties with two strings of pearls where a cloth crotch should be.
“Let me help you put these on correctly,” he said as I stepped into them.
I gave him a wry look and pulled them up to my thighs before moving to stand in front of him. He slid the stretchy lace over my hips and parted me with one finger, drawing the pearls up tight against me. He tucked the strands between my inner and outer labia on both sides, so the pearls were trapped around my clit.