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  James took a deep swig from his glass and examined her clothes. “You know what you look like?”

  A librarian from a porno? “W-what?”

  “A girl from one of those slutty Japanese cartoons.” He gave her body another once-over. “Yeah, you do. All those girls have big eyes, big tits and innocence that’s just begging to be corrupted.”

  Except I totally have pubic hair.

  “Am I the first person to tell you that, Blue-Eyes?”

  Charlie shook her head. An ex once showed her a hentai porn comic with a character who looked so much like her it was creepy.

  “Didn’t think so. You ever watched one of those cartoons? Thought about being the girl in tight clothes who gets tied up and played with?”

  All the air seemed to whoosh out of Charlie’s lungs. James smirked, placing his glass on the coffee table with a hard clink. He straightened up and eyed her so intently he might as well have brought up his hands and made a picture frame.

  “I love that look on your face. All nervous but so fucking eager, like you’re gonna cream your panties the minute I lay a hand on you.”

  He strode toward her and she felt herself shrink under his much larger presence. He pushed a strand of hair from her eyes, letting his hand linger on her neck. At his touch she did indeed feel an answering clench in her cunt, sparks flickering from his skin to hers. She pressed her thighs together, taking pleasure in the ache.

  It was worth coming for this, just to know this kind of doomsday lust exists.

  James gave her a lazy smile. “Yeah, you’re real wet for me, aren’t you, sweetheart? You’ve been thinking about this for days.”

  It wasn’t a question so Charlie didn’t answer, she let her gaze fall to the carpet, looking down at their toes. Hers covered in black leather, his golden brown with broad pink nails. His hand cupped her chin, bringing her eyes to his.

  “You’re gonna look at me. I know you’re a good little hentai girl and you wanna stare at your feet and go red and act like you don’t want my cock as much as you do, but you’re gonna look at me while I fuck you. While I do anything to you. Starting now, you understand?”

  Charlie nodded, her heart in her throat.

  James leaned forward and kissed her. She tasted malt on his tongue and vaguely wondered if she’d ever be able to smell whiskey without associating it with sex. He pressed his big palms against her breasts, and Charlie moaned. The feel of him through all that taut silk was worth the whole librarian ensemble.

  “I’m gonna play with you a bit, darlin’, that okay with you?”

  Charlie tried to respond but James’ tongue was in her mouth again, owning her. He brought a finger to her lips. “I’m gonna say and do a lot of things to you, sweetheart, hard and as often as I want. You’ve had enough, you say red. You want it to slow down, you say yellow. Otherwise you stay quiet, you got that?”

  Charlie nodded, it was as though James had cast a net over her from head to toe, everything was tingling and taut.

  “Good girl. The only other thing you’ve got permission to say tonight is my name. You understand that?” She nodded. “So say it, girl.”

  “James.”

  He pulled away and settled himself on the brown leather couch, picking up his drink. Charlie moved to join him and he shook his head. “You stay right where you are, darlin’.”

  The bite behind his words made her straighten. He brought the tumbler to his mouth, and Charlie watched his powerful throat work. He put the empty glass down and reclined on the sofa, resting his feet on the coffee table and tucking his hands behind his head. “Take your shirt off. Slowly.”

  With shaking fingers, Charlie plucked at the buttons holding her blouse together. The material whispered over her skin to expose her bare breasts. She stared at James as he commanded, hoping for a reaction, but his expression was one of complete indifference.

  “Now the skirt.”

  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 on 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 pale pink bikini briefs and she saw something flicker in his eyes.

  “Turn around.”

  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 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 back and 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 I take you?”

  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, sweetheart. 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 that 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.”

  Shaking, Charlie forced her legs to bring her closer. She sank her stockinged knees into th
e thick carpet before him. He rose above her like an idol she’d come to worship. Up close his cock was magnificent, long and thick and the same gleaming gold color as the rest of him. 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. Those lips of yours were made for sucking cock.”

  The brash praise made her face heat. She wanted to fawn over him and earn more filthy admiration. It was her first taste of true submission and she was drunk on it, high from it. She licked down the length of his shaft, measuring him with her tongue.

  “I said suck, darlin’, not tease.” James wound a hand through her hair. “Take it as far as you can, now.”

  She obeyed, bringing her lips to the head of his cock and swallowing until his cock was resting at the back of her throat.

  Charlie swallowed repeatedly, letting her palate adjust to his girth. Humming gently to keep her throat relaxed, she took him as deep as possible, wrapping a fist at the base and pumping what remained. She felt James recline on the couch, letting his hand rise and fall with her head.

  “That’s it, sweetheart, get me ready for your pussy.”

  From deep within his lap Charlie moaned, and he laughed. “You’re eager, aren’t you, darlin’? I bet your tight little body is just dying to get filled up, huh?”

  Charlie squeezed her stockinged thighs together, trying to distract herself from her own arousal.

  He laughed again, more than a little cruelty in his voice. “I’m gonna lie back now, sweetheart, focus on how good it feels to have a sweet little thing like you blowing me like it’s my fuckin’ birthday. I’d say don’t work too hard but something tells me you wouldn’t listen. You think if you suck me well enough you’ll get fucked sooner.”

  Charlie lost track of how long she worked him. It became like a meditative practice, moving her head in one steady motion, her mind blank but intensely alert. She served him until her wetness trickled down her thighs and her jaw ached. Sucking and licking and forcing him deeper until his cock felt like an extension of herself. There was no reason for it to be arousing but it was, every nerve in her body was taut and she was clenching herself hard enough for ripples to swirl across her pelvic floor.

  I could come like this. Just knowing I’m being used by him could make me come.

  It was dark and a little humiliating but serving James was more arousing than the best head Charlie had ever received. It was more erotic than all the candles and roses and slow-building orgasms in the world. James was an alpha male with a cruel smile and a gorgeous cock, and Charlie wanted to be his whore. What masochist wouldn’t?

  She sucked him until he seized a handful of her hair and pulled away. “Enough. Take off those shoes and get on my lap.”

  Charlie swiped a hand across her mouth, drying her swollen lips, and kicked off her shoes. She fingered the tops of her stockings uncertainly.

  “Uh-uh, sweetheart, those stay on. Now come here.”

  He leaned and watched her clamber onto his thighs. He didn’t assist her in any way. Just watched her breasts jiggle and her hair fall across her face and back. Once she was settled James spread his legs, parting hers in return. He reached between them and pressed the heel of his hand into the damp seat of her underwear. “Fucking hell. You like sucking cock that much, darlin’?” Embarrassed, Charlie looked away and James smirked. “Say it.”

  Charlie closed her eyes, letting the warm rush of surrender flow through her. “I love sucking cock.”

  He stared at her, his eyes alight with malice. “Look at me and say it.”

  Charlie’s blood was boiling, she forced her gaze to return to his cold hazel eyes. “I love sucking cock,” she whispered.

  “Hmm, good girl.”

  He reached back and handed her a small foil square. “Put that on me.”

  Charlie brought the condom to her lips, tearing the wrapper with her teeth. The action wasn’t meant to arouse him but it was clear she had, his smile was vicious and his cock pulsed beneath her fingers as she rolled the condom down. When she was done James gripped himself in one fist and stroked slowly. “C’mere.”

  Charlie felt the blunt head of his shaft toy with her entrance. She rocked on her knees, trying to urge him inside her but he pressed her back again. “Greedy.”

  He sounded amused and unlike her, totally in control. He continued trailing his thick shaft along her cunt until Charlie whined in frustration.

  “Sorry, honey, but I sink inside now and you’re gonna go off. You haven’t earned that yet.”

  Without words Charlie tried to remind him of the hour-long blowjob he’d just received and James laughed. “That’s cute, Blue-Eyes, real cute.” A big hand gripped her hip. “You wanna get fucked, darlin’? Here’s what’s gonna happen, you’re gonna rock back and forth on my dick like this.”

  Charlie wanted to resist, pretend that she was capable of resisting his crude orders, but the ache between her legs pulsed like a living thing. James spanked her ass hard enough that it stung. “Get going, girl.”

  She began rubbing herself against him with abandon. Frantically working her pussy against the slippery head of his cock, a slave to the orgasm building inside her. James watched her carelessly, running his fingers through her hair and stroking her breasts.

  “That’s it, baby. That feels good, doesn’t it? Just enough to get you almost all the way there.”

  Charlie couldn’t remember wanting to come so badly in her entire life. It felt as though every muscle in her body was straining, her entire system on the brink of collapse. “James, please,” she gasped.

  A sharp blow to her right ass cheek. “What did I tell you?”

  Fuck. A profound sense of shame at disobeying him blended into the melting pot of Charlie’s emotions, flavoring her desire with sticky, sweet humiliation. “Mr. Hunter, please, I need to come.”

  James’ full lips twisted into a sneer. “Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

  His lips moved down to suck her aching nipples. Charlie’s hips bucked and she attempted to sink down on him again. She was so, so close.

  “Not yet.”

  Her pleasure drew back as though her body obeyed his words rather than its own needs. She wanted to say something, what were the words she was allowed to say? Red, yellow and Mr. Hunter. Nothing for begging or pleading or telling him her brain was dissolving like spun sugar.

  “You wanna come, Charlotte?” He ran his thumb over her swollen clit and Charlie almost choked on her tongue. “Yes.”

  “Go on then, girl, come on me.”

  That was all she needed, she rubbed her pussy on him, slick and insistent until warm, blessed orgasm surged over her like a tidal wave. She moaned, welcoming the oblivion, and James seized her hips and sank her down on his length.

  “James, fuck!”

  She writhed against his shaft, sunk so deep his pubic hair brushed against her engorged clit. As her inner muscles strained to accommodate him her orgasm plateaued, igniting the tangled webs of nerves deep inside her. James smirked like a blond Satan. “Feel good, sweetheart? Good as you hoped?”

  “Y-you tricked me, I wasn’t ready—”

  He leaned closer, the position a million times more intense with his cock buried inside her. “Darlin’, you’ve been ready for me since you showed up in those fuck-me heels. Now be a good girl and get on your hands and knees so I can fuck you.”

  Shuddering slightly, Charlie obeyed, tumbling onto the floor.

  “Get that ass up.”

  Charlie arranged herself on all fours, the position reminding her irresistibly of yoga, except she didn’t do yoga with what felt like Niagara Falls between her legs. There was a soft thump as he came to his knees on the carpet behind her, the hair on his thighs catching on her stockings. Blunt fingertips inspected her bare folds.

  “Goddamn, girl you’re so fucking wet.” He sounded almost shocked
. “It’s running down your thighs.”

  Charlie closed her eyes. Having him inside her had elicited slickness she’d never felt before and her orgasm had done nothing to slake her lust. She was so exposed, so humiliated, but she was so, so aroused. He reached one big hand around her hips to fondle her clit, and Charlie bit her lip so hard she tasted blood.

  “Nowhere to hide, sweetheart.”

  Her cunt began to clench in on itself, unbearably empty. “Please,” she whispered. “Please fuck me, please, please, please.”

  Another smack landed on her exposed ass, making her flinch. “Thought I told you not to talk?”

  Charlie bit back an apology, dedicating every point of energy into willing him to fuck her. James came closer, she could feel the blunt head of his cock at her entrance.

  Please, please.

  He slid inside her with a groan of satisfaction. It was far, far deeper this way and her body worked to accommodate his thick length, her nerve endings crackling like fire.

  “Fuck yeah, darlin’, you feel so good.” He began rocking slowly as though testing her. Charlie whimpered, she wanted her body to put up some resistance, but no matter how tightly she squeezed her inner muscles his cock slid in and out like she was warm butter.

  “Strange how a little thing like you can take all of me.” James’ voice was thick with lust. “You’re tight as hell, baby, but you’re deep.”

  She moaned, unable to feel anything that wasn’t James. He tilted his hips and his cock brushed against that burning spot inside her and she collapsed onto her forearms and squealed into the carpet.

  “You gonna come again, sweetheart?”

  “N-no.”

  James slid his dick from her body and Charlie felt her pussy spasm, silently begging for its return. He gave another humorless chuckle. “Baby, you want to come so bad you’re just about ready to cry.”

  Without waiting for a response he surged back inside her, and she lit up like a firework display. One large hand gripped her hair, wrapping it around his wrist and making her even more aware of the cock thrust deep inside her. She clenched him so hard white spots burst behind her eyes.