Charlotte Mastered [Internet Bonds Series Book 3] Page 3

  "Please, master, may I come for you?"

  "Yes, sweet Charlotte,” Simon gasped as he exploded into her.

  "Simon...” she cried out.

  "Mine!” he affirmed in her ear. “You are mine, Charlotte, and no one else's. Do you understand me?"

  "Yes, Master Simon. I am yours. Please, do what you will ... Simon!"

  Chapter 2

  Allistair drove for hours while Simon did his utmost to enjoy the woman he wanted for the rest of his life. Anything he asked her to do, she did, then asked for more. She begged him to let her pleasure him.

  "You are amazing, Charlotte. I've never had a sub keep up with my desires like you have in the last several hours."

  "You make it easy, master. I want nothing more than to make you happy."

  "Would you wear my collar and become my slave?"

  "If my master wishes it, I will. That is what my master wants, isn't it?"

  "Yes, but are you sure? You've been exposed to this lifestyle for one evening and now you're ready to commit to a long-term relationship. Do you realize what you're doing?"

  "Yes, master. I've never felt as wonderful as when I do what you command. I will wear your collar and if you were to ask me right now, I would say yes to spending the rest of my life with you."

  Simon stiffened as his cock strained to be free of his trousers. He had dressed with the expectations of returning home, but this put a new light on things.

  "Allistair, keep driving."

  "Yes, sir."

  "Charlotte, release me from my confinements. Suck my cock, but you must keep your hands behind your back. In fact, turn around."

  "Yes, master."

  Charlotte turned and felt him bind her hands behind her, not tight but firm enough to prevent her from getting loose. He turned her around to face him and told her to do as he had ordered. How will she get around this?

  Charlotte bent down and pulled his zipper down with her teeth, then moved each side of his pants out of her way. She caught his cock with her lips and laved it with her tongue. He swelled to her ministrations and she took him in her mouth and began her oral assault on his engorged manhood. He watched her with interest, then could take it no longer. His hand went to the back of her head and he pressed her closer as she increased her pace.

  Simon exploded into her and she took everything he could give her.

  "Kiss me, slave."

  "Yes, yes, master,” she cried out as she locked on his lips and kissed him. He relished the taste of himself in her sweet mouth and knew they would have a terrific future together. As he kissed her, he pulled her close and held her breasts while he toyed with her nipples. She fidgeted in desperation.

  "Does my sweet Charlotte wish to come?"

  "Please, please, master, I can't hold back any longer. Simon, I'm sorry..."

  The orgasm ripped through her, tremor after tremor washing over her as euphoric waves overwhelmed her. Her breathing became faster as she climaxed in a mind-blowing orgasm she prayed would never stop. She had been so overtaken by it, she never felt her body lifted up and placed on his shaft, or when he rammed his cock brutally into her waiting body.

  Charlotte struggled to free her hands. Her movement caused her breasts to bounce up and down, her nipples hard with desire, her chest forward for his attentions. She winced as she held her climax back for him. Simon saw her devotion and drove her even farther to the edge as he pressed his thumb against her clit.

  "Cry out and scream as you come for me, slave. I want to hear you as you ride the waves of this. Do it, Charlotte. Call to me as you soak me while I fill you with my life, my soul, and my heart."

  "Simon, my God. Please, help me. It's too much ... I need to hold you. Please, master, I need my hands."

  "No, Charlotte. You're doing fine. I love what I see and I want to see more of you like this. Charlotte, come."

  "Simon...” Charlotte screamed as if in agony, but the pain quickly turned to pleasure and she wanted more. She felt she couldn't live without it or this man. She leaned over to him as he caught one of her nipples and suckled at it. More waves crested over her as sweat ran down her body. “Please, Simon..."

  "Tell me what you want from me, sweet Charlotte."

  "I don't know ... I can't think..."

  He sat up more and removed his clothes, never once breaking their contact or her rhythm. In the haze of her orgasm, she saw his magnificent body, the muscular chest and arms, the power of his legs. His hand pulled her to him and his mouth covered hers as his tongue delved into hers and kept pace with his cock.

  "Charlotte!” He drew back to catch his breath.

  "Master, please. I ... I..."

  Charlotte slumped against him; unconscious and spent from the marathon session they had just endured. Simon relaxed, relieved and pleased with her stamina. He brushed her hair back and looked at the peace on her face. He untied her hands and pulled her to him.

  "Mine,” Simon declared. “You are mine."

  * * * *

  Charlotte woke hours later, sore but more at peace than she'd been in a long time. She looked around and found she had been brought to a beautiful bedroom where sunlight warmed the room no matter what the time of day. She slept on satin sheets in a huge antique bed. She glanced around and saw a gigantic fireplace with a small grouping of chairs and a couch in front of it. A desk sat at the other end and she loved the way the sunlight sparkled off the cherry wood. As her eyes came back to her side of the room, she saw an entertainment center and another chair; this one adorned by a magnificent naked man, her master.

  "It's about time you woke up. I've never carried a naked woman into my house before."

  "What happened?"

  "You passed out. You had me worried."

  She moved to get out of bed but he stopped her.

  "I'm so sorry, master."

  "Please, sweet Charlotte, call me Simon. I love the way you say it. When we are in the throes of your submission, then call me master."

  "Have I offended you?"

  "No, my lovely sub. I love you more than life and I want you to be my wife. You wouldn't believe how much I had to think about last night when you lay in that bed. I thought I had hurt you and swore I'd make it up to you if you'd let me. I may have gone too far with the last command, but you are so..."

  "Simon, may I still wear your collar?"

  "And my engagement ring and wedding band, if you'll have me?"

  "Simon, yes. I will. I can't believe how quick this happened. Love at first sight happens only in books, movies or on TV."

  Simon went to the desk and opened a drawer from which he pulled a black velvet box. He crossed the floor and she gasped at the sight of him in the glow of the sunlight.

  "Something wrong?"

  "No, everything is perfect."

  Simon grinned as he sat on the edge of the bed. He leaned over to kiss her and she surprised him by tangling her fingers in his hair. She held on to him tightly, afraid she might wake from this and find it had all been a dream.

  "Master, tell me what to do."

  "First, sit up and raise your hair from your neck."

  Charlotte sat up and caught her voluminous hair to hold it up. He opened the velvet box and took out a gorgeous necklace made up of a dozen or more strands of subtly twisted gold with diamond chips scattered along each length. The width at her nape looked as if it measured an inch and a half, while it flowed into a drape of four inches in front, maybe more.

  "My sweet Charlotte, I am your Dominant in everything you do. You are my submissive here to give me pleasure and obey my whims. I give you this collar to brand you, mark you as my possession and mine alone. With this comes my heart, my soul, my undying love and my protection. No one will ever touch you and live to tell about it. I have never felt like this about any other woman in my past, nor will I ever. Do you accept this bond to me, my slave?"

  "My master,” she began as she let her hair drop so she could face him on her knees. “I take your collar willing
ly and with all my love and devotion. I give to you my heart, my soul and my undying love. I need you and want to serve my master, however he sees fit. I love you and give you my undying trust without hesitation, reservation, or any hindrances. I thank you for allowing me to wear this fine piece of jewelry and I pray I will never let you down. Yes, my Master Simon, I accept your collar and your dominance. I am your loving slave."

  He stood and extended his hand to her. Once he helped her from the bed, he took her to the full-length mirror and showed her the symbol of their lives together.

  "Simon, I don't know what to say."

  "Do you feel up to obeying a command?"

  "Yes, master."

  "Then I want you to repeat what you were doing when you so rudely passed out."

  "Yes, master."

  Charlotte took him by surprise when she turned around with her hands behind her back. She wanted everything to be like it had been when they drove around in the limo. He went to find a tie, then bound her hands behind her. They climbed onto the bed and positioned themselves for the ultimate thrill. She lay on her side and teased his cock while he made sure he could lick her waiting pussy.

  "My slave must shave here. Your master needs easier access to your luscious body."

  "Would my master do the honors?"

  "Yes, sweet Charlotte, I will."

  Simon gripped her ass to pull her to him. She gasped as his tongue traced long strokes of hot breath along her swollen clit. She pushed to him while she concentrated on his gorgeous engorged cock. She liked knowing she could arouse him no matter what they did. Charlotte felt his breath caress her and she jolted when his tongue thrust into her. Her hands clenched as his thumb pressed on her swollen clit.

  Her mind raced as she tried to concentrate on sucking his cock while he distracted her, but she somehow did and set an intense pace. Simon matched her and she whimpered as he drank from her. She took his release and relished the taste of his essential soul. Through the orgasmic haze, she knew she made the right decision and truly wanted to be with this man; one she loved more than anything, and who would protect her—no matter what.

  She drew back after she took his last drop and took some deep breaths. He pulled her to him and kissed her deeply while he sat her on him. The mere touch of her body to his, and his cock swelled without hesitation. He pulled her down and thrust in and out of her slowly before raw lust took over.

  As he exploded into her and drove his seed as deep into her womb as he could, he tried to speak.

  "I love you, my mistress. I want us to marry and have a family. You are in my soul and deep in my heart. Charlotte..."

  * * * *

  She woke to the smell of hot food. She looked up and saw Simon next to her with a fork in his hand and a piece of fruit on it. He fed her the apple, then kissed her.

  "I swear, woman, your kiss is sweeter than any wine I've ever tasted."

  "I need to know something."

  "What?"

  "Did you call me mistress? I'm not your Dom."

  "Yes, you are. The true submissive winds up becoming dominant in any relationship like ours as the Dom is there to make sure the sub gets pleasure beyond their fantasies. It gives me pleasure as well, but you ultimately control the situation."

  "But..."

  Simon fed her a piece of steak, then dabbed at her mouth. His cock swelled from this one little pleasure and it drove him crazy.

  "I know you're confused, but as I sat here and watched you sleep after you passed out giving me the ultimate in pleasure, I realized I had finally found what I've been after for years. You are the perfect sub to my dominance and I need what you've given me."

  "Even though I have the need and desire for you to be dominant over me."

  "That's just it. I know I can tell you to do most anything and you will do so without question. I have so much I want you to experience and because of this, I know I can. Like now, I'd love to tie you up and fuck you until you scream for mercy."

  "Then do it, master."

  "You're sure?"

  "Yes, master."

  "Then come with me. I have something to show you."

  He led her from the bedroom to another room on the same floor. He unlocked the door and ushered her into a darkened room, though with the light from the hallway, she could see why he kept it locked. She felt her stomach quiver with anticipation and her pussy clench with desire. The thought of her master and bondage made her hot as the onslaught of a climax threatened.

  "Are you all right with this, my magnificent slave?” he asked as he closed the door and relocked it.

  "Yes, master."

  She felt lost when he left her side.

  "Master?"

  "I'm lighting some candles. It's all right, Charlotte."

  He struck a match and lit several candles on a candelabrum on a bureau by the wall, then in the sconces by another fireplace. He bent and lit a fire, the ambiance set. When he stood and turned to her, he gasped. Charlotte had gone to her knees, her hands behind her and her head bowed, the sight of which yanked his heart and soul out.

  "Very good, slave. You honor me well."

  "Yes, master."

  "From here on out, you will not speak nor do anything, unless I command it. You will not answer me unless I give you permission. Do you understand?"

  "Yes, master."

  "Stand up and follow me to the other side of the room.” He led her across to where shackles hung from the wall and in various spots in the same area. She looked up and saw a bar over her head. He reached for it and pulled it down, then placed her wrists in the lined wristlets. After he fastened them, he raised the bar a little, then attached another spreader bar to her ankles. When he finished, she hung a mere quarter inch from the floor.

  Simon gazed at her, her body displayed for his eyes only.

  "I told you I wanted you clean-shaven and you voiced your desire to have me do it. Does that still stand?"

  "Please, Master Simon, do what you want so I please you."

  He turned to the bureau and pulled out a small tray with shaving gel, lotion and a barber's razor. She expected the usual type but somehow, the sight of this old-fashioned one, though a deadly weapon if anything went wrong, sent shocks and thrills through her.

  "Remember, you will not climax unless I tell you to. I see you are near climaxing, but you will not."

  Simon took the rose scented gel and put some on his hands to warm it before he touched her treasured body. He rubbed it over the hair on her mons and another shock went through her. Her hands opened then closed as she desperately tried to hold her emotions. Next, he filled a bowl with warm water, put the blade into it, then placed the sharp edge against her skin.

  "Do not move, my slave. I would hate to cut you by accident. I'd never live with myself if I hurt you."

  He carefully shaved her, each stroke of the blade an erotic experience. Once he had put the blade into the water for the last time, he took rose scented lotion and rubbed her exposed skin with it. As he did, his fingertip played with her clit and she held back a gasp.

  "I want you to always wear the scent of roses for me. It reminds me of the most beautiful flower in the universe. I will shower you with roses on a regular basis, no matter where we are."

  As he spoke, he stood next to her, his hard body not even inches away from hers. He squeezed her pussy and her breath caught. He slid two fingers into her pussy and began a sensuous finger fuck like she had never experienced before. His other hand held her ass, then deftly slid to her anus, where he gently pushed his way inside her.

  He could tell by her reaction she had gone over the edge and it would not take much for her to climax for him. He refused to say the words he knew she wanted to hear, as he wanted to push her just a little farther. As his fingers slid into her pussy, his other finger slid into her anus, then he pulled his hands up to apply pressure to both erotic points. Her breath caught again as she closed her eyes.

  "Charlotte, look at me. Now."

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sp; Charlotte's gaze met his, a sparkle of satisfaction coupled with intense need in her eyes.

  "Beg me, slave."

  "Please, master. Please let me come for you. I need you to fuck me senseless until I call your name and beg for more."

  "Your wish is my command, mistress."

  It pleased him she remembered what he'd told her the night before as she repeated his exact words to him. His quickened his pace as he assailed both spots and she cried out his name and begged him for more. She drenched his hands and when he pulled them out, he ran them along the length of her body.

  "Smell your desire, Charlotte. You did this for me and I love you for it."

  "Please, master. More,” she cried out as she locked eyes with him. “Simon, my God, I can't take this..."

  Simon stepped over the spreader bar at her ankles, positioned her against him, and thrust into her. Somehow, she brought her legs up to hold him, ignorant of the bar keeping her feet apart. Her hands grasped the upper bar as she held on for dear life.

  As Simon drove into her and pounded her body against his, his mouth locked on hers, and he kissed her. They screamed into each other's mouths as they rode the tidal waves their love created. Tears ran down her face from the brief pain of his brutal lovemaking but the pleasure that followed made them disappear.

  "Master, may I speak?"

  "Yes, my lovely slave."

  "I never thought I'd love rough, hard-driven sex as I do now. My ex was very good at vanilla sex but refused to try anything new. Please, master, don't ever hold back from me. I want it as hard and rough as you want to give or feel at the moment."

  "What about some other toys?"

  "Like..."

  "Let me get some."

  He slipped from the grip her legs held on him and went to another cabinet. He pulled out a blindfold and a gag from one drawer, a small flogger from another. He returned to her and blindfolded her with a thick leather shield. Next, he covered her mouth with black silk after he kissed her deeply.

  Simon slipped his fingers into her pussy again and brought her almost to the edge. She felt a sting as he lightly snapped the flogger across one side of her ass. The shock made her start to climax, but she held back. He snapped it repeatedly, and each time he did, his fingers played inside her.