Charlotte Mastered [Internet Bonds Series Book 3] Read online

  They talked for a few minutes while Charlotte calmed. She jolted when his hand touched her and began to play with her clit. Soft, easy strokes designed to drive her crazy, and they did. She clenched her muscles around him to stave off her answer to his probing fingers. He grinned as his other arm slipped behind her and grabbed her breast. Charlotte caught her breath.

  She couldn't believe what was happening in one of the most exclusive restaurants in the nation's capital, but here she sat on the verge of climaxing and no one around them cared. The thrill of it acted like an adrenaline rush and she whimpered.

  "No, sweet Charlotte. You will not come."

  "Please, master."

  "No, my sub, you will hold back until I allow it. You can do it, trust me."

  "But, master..."

  "Have some wine.” She took the glass and drank the wine. She discovered it took one part of her concentration away from what Simon busied himself doing. She felt euphoric from his touches and wanted more.

  "Put the glass down and kiss me."

  "Yes, master.” She set the glass off to the side, raised her lips to meet his, and enjoyed the most wonderful kiss of her life. His tongue explored her mouth while his fingers did the same to her nipple and pussy. Touched in several places at once, her body soared out of control. She whimpered into his mouth as she tried to hold back.

  "Come for me, Charlotte. Drench my hand.” His tongue delved into her mouth as he drank her cries and felt her soaking his hand. Heat personified, Charlotte James was exactly the woman he'd sought for the last several years and he refused to lose her. As he applied light pressure to her to keep her aroused, his other hand held onto her breast and pulled her close. She writhed with his rhythm and curled into him.

  "Master, please..."

  "You will go into the ladies room and clean up. I want you to insert these into your pussy."

  "What are they, master?"

  "You'll find out. Now, go. Dinner will be waiting when you return."

  "Yes, master."

  She slid from the seat as Simon extended his hand to assist her. He held it and their gazes met when he pulled her close to him. As she stared into his icy blue eyes, she felt him raise the filmy material of the overdress up the length of her body, followed by the hem of the main dress. His hand gently gripped her ass and squeezed it.

  "You feel very good in my hand, sweet Charlotte. I want the dress to remain over your hips while the outer one falls back."

  "Yes, master. As you wish."

  Charlotte couldn't believe how easy she had fallen into the submissive she was obviously suited to be. It seemed natural to her to call this man her master and give him her trust. She'd never trusted anyone as much as she had a stranger in the last hour or so of her life. What was it about Simon Anderson and why do I enjoy this so much? Why do I feel the intense desire to obey his every wish?

  She walked to the ladies room after he placed a kiss on the back of her hand. Heat coursed through her once more from his brief touch. Her stomach felt at a loss because she no longer stood in his presence. It gave her a small incentive to hurry with his request, then go back to him. Once in the lounge, she checked for any other women, only to find herself alone. After she washed up, she looked at the balls in her hand and thought she had an idea of what they were meant to accomplish.

  She inserted them in her pussy and felt her muscles automatically clench around them. The sensation rocked her as they moved around inside her and vibrated against the sensitive spots she barely grazed with her vibrator. Oh, my God!

  A mini-climax begged to overtake her, though she did her best to stave it off. She could not come unless he allowed it and she didn't want to be punished for disobedience. It took several minutes to steady herself while the pleasure balls did exactly what they were meant to do.

  * * * *

  Simon watched her as she walked across the floor to the private lounge of The President's Pub. In all the years he'd availed himself of this spot, he'd never had as enjoyable experience as he was having now. He noticed Charlotte's reticence about his requests taking place in a public place, but knew she would understand once he explained.

  Simon Anderson, multi-millionaire and entrepreneur, owned Washington's hottest nightspot. The club had a clientele of some of Capital Hill's hottest senators, congressmen, justices and Cabinet members. Even an infamous president wanting to have his private trysts with his interns or whoever else used the private room for his personal fun. The club catered to those who enjoyed the life of BDSM while needing secrecy and discretion. Simon had made a lot of money and many influential friends thanks to this venture and he intended to continue.

  As he watched Charlotte walk, his cock hardened while it begged to enter her hot, wet pussy. He enjoyed the sight of her naked ass under the sheer fabric and wanted her more. While he waited, he went to the men's room and washed his hands, but only after he sniffed the scent of the woman who drove him insane. He tasted her and committed her scent and taste to memory.

  What he hadn't told her had been the fact he had investigated her to learn everything he could about her. He spent one night following her as she uncharacteristically led a tour through the center of Washington. His reaction had been the same then as it was now. He had to have her and no one else ever would.

  He thought of the gift he had waiting for her at the mansion and hoped she would agree to wear it. He'd bought an Italian gold and diamond necklace for her to always wear as a sign of his dominance over her. Only other Doms would recognize it as his signature of ownership as he intended to be the last man she ever looked at.

  He returned to their table and turned to see her walk back from the room's private lounge, a quirk of the club. Every room, while public, had privacy in every way. He could tell she was still trying to figure out how to keep the Ben-Was inside, as she knew punishment would follow if she didn't. She'd been very accepting of the ground rules and had already shown him a strong desire to please him, no matter what he asked. How far would she go with him before she uttered her safe word?

  "My sweet Charlotte, tell me how you feel."

  "I want to come for my master. Please, may I?"

  "Not yet. I want you to get used to the balls and enjoy them before you do."

  "Yes, master."

  Simon smiled when he saw the hint of a groan as she fought to keep them inside her. In time, her muscles would strengthen, but for now, the view he had of her working to hold them pleased him.

  "I see your dress is where I placed it. Very good, my lovely sub."

  "Thank you, master. How may I please you next?"

  Her question stopped his breath for a brief moment. He had an idea and decided to try it to see what she would do.

  "I think I want you to suck my cock. You keep arousing me and I need some relief."

  "Yes, master. I'd be glad to."

  "If it would make you feel better, you may go under the table behind the cloth..."

  "No, if master would lean against the wall here so I may sit on the bench..."

  "Interesting idea. Do it, sweet Charlotte, but make sure your lovely ass is naked next to the leather."

  "Yes, master."

  He leaned against the wall as she suggested and faced the banquette, his back to the restaurant. He watched her slide his zipper down and gasp when she found he wore nothing underneath his expensive suit. His cock fell into her hand and she caressed the velvety feel of his skin. Her tongue brushed the drop of pre-cum from his head as she ran it up and down its hard length.

  He groaned as she took him in her mouth, his entire length without problem or hesitation. She teased him with her tongue, then began a slow torture of his senses. No woman had ever sucked him like this. He put his hand to her head and pressed her face to him as she increased her speed. His hips moved with her as he exploded into her mouth and she took every drop of his seed. God, I've got to fuck her pussy. She's...

  "Is master pleased?” she asked as she pulled away from him and lo
oked up at him.

  "Yes, I am. We will now switch places."

  Charlotte stood where Simon had been as he sat in her place. Her hands went to his shoulders as he pulled her close. He pulled her leg up so her shoe was on the edge of the seat.

  "You are beautiful, sweet Charlotte. You pussy is beyond description."

  "Thank you, master.” She gasped as the Ben-Was moved.

  "Not yet, sweet Charlotte"

  "I will behave, master, I swear ... Oh..."

  "Charlotte?"

  "Please, master, make me come for you."

  Simon buried his face in the folds of her pussy and teased her clit before he thrust his tongue into her. As he did, his thumb pressed her clit and drove her over the edge. She felt his hand behind her as it made its way to her ass and squeezed. As he savored his appetizer, he felt her fight to hold her climax and smiled.

  "Yes, Charlotte, come for me and feed me. Let me drink from you and taste you."

  Charlotte cried out as she came and the orgasm sent shockwaves throughout her body. She ignored the fact of where they were. Simon was the only one in the room and her world. She dug her nails into his neck as her body bucked and reeled.

  "Master Simon, how may I please you?"

  "I have many ways for you to please me. Believe me, this is just the beginning."

  * * * *

  Hours later, they left the restaurant and headed to his home in Georgetown. During dessert, he surprised her by pulling out his cell phone and calling for his limousine. He looked at her expression, amused.

  "What's wrong, sweet Charlotte?"

  "My car..."

  "It will be safe, along with mine. I have a private garage here for occasions when I choose to have the limo pick me up."

  "A private garage? What kind of place is this?"

  "A very exclusive club, my dear. You may have noticed no one paid attention to what we did this evening, as they were doing the same thing. It's the way the club is designed. If word leaves the walls of this establishment, the offending party will never be allowed back in."

  "But, master, how..."

  "I made the rules. You see, Charlotte, I own this place and several others like it all over the world."

  He watched her pale with the new information. He snapped his finger and a waiter appeared from nowhere.

  "A glass of wine for the lady."

  "Yes, sir,” the waiter said and returned a few minutes later with another white wine. Charlotte took the glass and sipped at it, then downed it as she tried to make sense of what she'd been told.

  "I'm listed on the Fortune 500 list as well as several other who's who lists. I rank somewhere around thirty..."

  "Thirty?” she gasped in disbelief.

  "Yes, sweet Charlotte. I come from old Virginia money. I have a mansion in Georgetown, a home in Falls Church near your townhouse and several others throughout the world. I have a thriving financial empire and I dabble in real estate and thoroughbreds. I have them stabled at the Falls Church property."

  "Please, stop talking for a moment. I know the house you're telling me about. I've gone by there for years and dreamed of riding one of your horses. The Arabians are magnificent, as are the thoroughbreds. I can't believe..."

  "Does this change your desires for this weekend?"

  "No, master, it does not. May I ask master a question?"

  "What?"

  "Why me? I'm nowhere near your..."

  "Hold it right there. I've never worried about that. I have a certain lifestyle and it's prevalent among the rich. The main problem is that most of the wives ignore their husband's desires. The husbands turn to my club or others like it where money and status in the business or political world make no difference. I turned to the net and found a lovely, gorgeous woman who shares my interests. I brought her here and we enjoyed the start of what could be a wonderful relationship."

  "But you could have any woman in the world."

  "I want you, Charlotte. You give me something I've never experienced with others and I don't want to lose it."

  "But, master..."

  "Do you want to forget this and leave?"

  "No, master. NO!"

  Charlotte dropped to her knees in front of him. She gazed into his eyes and saw into his soul. The man did something to her and for her, no other had even come close. He made her feel special and she wanted to please him.

  "Please, Master Simon, tell me what I can do to please you."

  "Are the Ben-Was arousing you?"

  "Yes, master, they are."

  "I want you to walk around and show me your luscious ass. When you turn to come back to me, I want to feast my eyes on your glorious pussy and I want to see it hot and wet in anticipation of my touch. You may allow your body to react to the Ben-Was, but you may not come."

  "Yes, master. Anything you wish."

  Charlotte walked around the room. The pleasure she got from the vibrating balls sent tremors through her body. She wiggled her ass to keep the balls inside her pussy and he smiled as his cock hardened. When she turned, he could see her wet and heated desire as her essence trickled down her legs. He loved the sight of her body as it shuddered from the sensations the Ben-Was sent through her. She definitely enjoyed toys and he would introduce her to more.

  "Come to me, Charlotte,” Simon commanded.

  "Yes, master.” She ran to him and he groaned.

  "You are perfection and this weekend, you will find out what life can give you in more ways than you can ever imagine."

  "Thank you, master,” she gasped as the balls settled and her body relaxed.

  "Your limo is waiting outside, sir."

  "Thank you.” Simon reached for her purse and handed it to her. He guided her out of the restaurant and into the night air. The chilly breeze caused her nipples to harden, obvious under the dress, and he smiled.

  He thanked Allistair for getting there as quickly as he had and told him to drive around for a while.

  "Is the Falls Church house ready as I requested?"

  "Yes, sir."

  Allistair had gone to the house, stocked the pantry exactly as he had the Georgetown mansion, and made sure the other items waited ready for his use. Allistair had been with the family for a lifetime and had seen Simon's father dally behind his mother's back and train her, then train Simon in the art of bondage and Dom/sub relationships. However, Simon refined everything he'd been taught. Simon trusted this man with his life and now, with Charlotte's. She would be a part of his life for a long while if everything went his way and he did not intend to let her go.

  Charlotte gasped as she gazed around the interior of the limo. It seemed to her to have every convenience anyone would need for a long trip. Simon grinned at the image of her like a child on Christmas morning, as this was what he saw in her eyes.

  Charlotte settled onto the leather seat and resurveyed her surroundings. She came back to the present when the car pulled away from the curb and drove off. He watched her as he sat next to her.

  "Are you all right?” he asked.

  "Yes, master. I've never had the privilege to ride in one of these things before."

  "You may want to get used to it. One can do so much in a limo."

  "Master?"

  "In the club, I wanted you to suck my cock again, only I wanted to taste your honey at the same time. Charlotte?"

  "Master?"

  Simon moved from the seat and onto the floor of the extremely long car. He put his feet up on the opposite seat while he left room for Charlotte to situate herself.

  "Remove the dress, my lovely sub."

  "Yes, master."

  She removed the dress and laid it to the side. All she wore were the thigh high stockings and the stiletto pumps.

  "My God, woman, you are sexy."

  "My master is way too kind. His slave has too many flaws."

  "No, my slave is perfect. Now, feed me your honey. You may come, but you may not lose the Ben-Was."

  "Yes, master."

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nbsp; "I want to grab your luscious tits as you suck my cock."

  "Yes, master,” Charlotte said as she unzipped his trousers and pulled the fabric to the side. His shaft stood erect and waiting for her attention and she teased it as she had before. Her fingertips played with his balls as she took his cock into her mouth, the tip to the back of her throat and a little farther. Simon had a gorgeously long cock and it swelled once more as she touched it with her tongue.

  Simon groaned as she teased him. He squeezed her breasts and played with her nipples. His tongue went to her clit first as he tortured her with slow, laborious strokes. As he did, she pressed her pussy to his face so he wouldn't have to move to love her. Charlotte had the instincts needed for what he intended for her, and he intended to do a lot over the next few days.

  He traced a path to her entrance with his tongue, then blew a gentle breath over it. She shuddered as he drove his tongue into her and thrust it in and out of her, matching the pace she set on his cock. Together, they moved as one, only she shuddered more as the balls pleasured her on top of what he did to her.

  "Come, Charlotte, come. I need to taste you. I want you to take me."

  "Yes, master, yes,” Charlotte cried out as she came at the same time he exploded into her mouth. She swallowed his seed and kept at him as if she feared missing one drop.

  "Charlotte, come to me and impale your body on mine."

  "The..."

  "Leave them in. They will enhance your pleasure."

  She did as he commanded and sat on his shaft. She cried out at the feel of his engorged cock in her body, along with the vibrations set off from the balls. She never realized it could all fit inside her, but it felt glorious.

  Charlotte began to move on him as he thrust into her. He pulled her down to him and grabbed the pins in her hair to release it. He held her tight against him as he kissed her before he rolled her onto her back and pulled back a little to gaze into her eyes.

  "Are you ready for the first ride of your life?"

  "As long as it's with you, master."

  Simon Anderson drove himself into her waiting body and pounded with raw natural drive. He wanted to mark her, to make her his possession.