Charlotte Mastered [Internet Bonds Series Book 3] Page 5

  "Simon, its glorious torture. Blindfold me, or whatever else you want to do. I want to learn what bondage feels like and I trust only you to show me."

  "Are you absolutely sure?"

  "Yes."

  He kissed her again before he went to the cabinet and pulled out some more toys.

  "Charlotte, shall I blindfold you so you can't see but you feel, or do you want to see everything?"

  "Whatever is more erotic, my master."

  "Minx."

  Simon tied a black silk scarf over her eyes and made sure she couldn't see anything. He laved her neck, then blew across it. She gasped at the feel of his breath against her skin. His hand hovered over her skin, enough for her to barely feel it, though it excited her to no end. Next, she gasped as he pricked her nipples. He did it several times to each one, then slid his hand to her stomach.

  "What are you feeling, Charlotte?"

  "A pressure where your hand was a minute ago."

  "Do you like it?"

  "Yes, master, I do."

  "You are now wearing nipple clips. They will keep your nipples constantly aroused for me."

  Simon continued his silent siege of her body. He went to her clit and pricked it, though it didn't need much for it to become aroused again. He smiled when she caught her breath.

  "Clit clip, my lovely sub."

  "Simon..."

  She bucked when he inserted the Ben-Was, the sensation overpowering her.

  "Do you want more, or should I stop now?"

  "Whatever my master wants.” She gasped when he ran his fingertip from her entrance to her anus. He pried it apart with his fingertip and tested her reaction to the sweet torture. She gasped at the feel of the cool lotion he rubbed over her. Next, he carefully inserted an anal plug, then pressed on it while he inserted three fingers into her throbbing pussy.

  Her body shook from the sensations because as he found her pussy, the plug found her ass at the same time. Her body rocked from the onslaught, but she craved more.

  "Simon..."

  "I know, sweet Charlotte, I know."

  For as much as she fought to hold him, it served only to arouse her more. Simon loved the view he had as he watched her, her gorgeous body on total display to him and no one else. He loved the rise and fall of her breasts with each hard and heavy breath, the pulse of her heartbeat in her pussy as her honey oozed from her, every move she made. He found himself wanting her again but held back to enjoy her as her body endured wave after wave of sensations. Her stomach quivered as she shook her head from side to side.

  "Simon ... I need you to touch me. I feel lost."

  "You are anything but lost, my sweet Charlotte. Are you ready for another go around?"

  "Yes, master, yes."

  He removed the blindfold and told her to look up. She gasped when she discovered the ceiling mirrored.

  "I want you to see what happens to you when your master fucks you senseless. You will keep your eyes open and watch me as I make raw, passionate love to you while you are helpless."

  "Anything, master."

  He kissed her neck and nibbled at her earlobe. His lips found hers and he kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as if for the first time.

  "Watch, my lovely submissive, and see how you come to me and for me on my command,” Simon breathed in her ear. She whimpered a slight moan as her back arched to meet him. Simon dragged the black silk over her body and her nipples became even harder and more desirable. He continued along her body with his fingertips as he suckled each nipple, his love moaning with delight.

  Easily, he climbed onto the table and placed his body between her legs. He smiled at the sight of her waiting pussy, hot and wet and only for him. He leaned forward just enough for his throbbing member to tease her stomach as it rhythmically pounded against her lower abdomen.

  He looked up to see her obeying him and watching him love her with fascination in her eyes. He positioned himself at her entry and pressed his swelling cock against her. She jolted in an effort to meet him and cried out when he thrust into her with the force of sheer power while at the same time, he squeezed her breasts and licked at her nipples.

  "Tell me what you want me to do, mistress. I am your slave to command."

  "Fuck your mistress and make sure I am carrying your child. Don't hold back as I want you as fiercely passionate as I know you can be. I want pain, I want pleasure, I want it all and I want only you and no other. Simon, make me yours and only yours. Please ... oh, master..."

  "Watch, slave, and see what you bring out in me. Never have I experienced the power and strength you bring out in me. Watch us, Charlotte, as I obey your orders. Cry out; call my name. I want to hear everything you feel as I love you with everything I have inside me."

  Simon drove into her and slammed his cock all the way in, his balls at her lips. He watched as wave after wave crashed over them and as her body shook from the double hits of his cock and the anal plug, plus the nipple and clit clamps. Four separate sensations culminated to crescendo into a massive orgasm, which rocked them both from any foundation their lives may have had in the past.

  Both lives changed in that one instant, Simon and Charlotte had become one, and would be a force to be reckoned with. Two bodies rocked as shock after shock coursed through them. Sweat beaded from Charlotte's forehead as she cried out again and begged him never to leave her.

  "I need you, Simon."

  "I need you, Charlotte."

  Both of them found the one missing thing in their lives, one which they had searched for over dozens of years. They found peace in the fact two soul mates had finally united and would stay together always.

  Simon drew back and pulled out of her as he watched the last remnants of it all course through her. He put his knees between her feet and knelt down. Long, slow strokes of his tongue over her clit caused her to jolt, his breath made her cry out. Her hands clenched as she shook her head, no longer able to keep her eyes open. He saw exhaustion creep over her and knew she'd pass out before she ever admitted the need to stop.

  Charlotte fell off to sleep. Simon released her from the table, took her into the bathroom, and laid her on the plush carpeting near the side of the bathtub. He took a fluffy washcloth and washed her as she slept, drained, but content. Once he'd finished and toweled her off, he lifted her up and carried her to the bed they now shared.

  Charlotte's gorgeous hair blanketed the pillow as the lower strands covered her shoulders. Her beautifully tanned body stood out against the blue satin sheets she lay upon. He drew the sheet over her and watched her sleep for a few moments.

  Simon locked the room and went to take a shower. When he came out, he noticed the light on the answering machine blinking. He hadn't heard the phone; grateful it had not awakened her. She needed rest and, in a deep sleep, it hadn't bothered her.

  He pressed the button to replay the message.

  You ruined me and now I owe you. I will repay your act threefold and I plan to begin with the woman you shacked up with. I saw everything and know who she is. Ms. James is not safe, and neither are you.

  Simon shut off the machine and took the tape out. He went to his desk and called a friend of his, a detective in the police department in Washington, DC.

  * * * *

  Trevor Hammond sat at his desk reading reports on a case he'd closed the day before. It had involved a senator and his aide charged with several counts of paying for sexual favors, obstruction of justice, assault and a few others to make sure at least one of them went to jail. Everyone on the case knew the senator would pay his way out of it and the aide would be the one to take the fall, but it irked Hammond, because he wanted the big fish.

  He knew of the elite clubs in and around the nation's capital but most of them had such strict rules, they never had any trouble and the department overlooked them. His best friend owned one and quietly kept his name out of the loop so Washington's power players could dabble without getting in trouble. Simon Anderson had extremely
strict rules and if anyone broke one, he showed them the door and exiled them from The President's Pub for life.

  The nameless senator admitted to being involved in what happened in a hotel room near the Smithsonian, but chose to lay the procurement of his evening's entertainment on his assistant. When police arrived at the hotel, they found a beautiful and high-class escort lying dead on the floor by the bed. From what Trevor could tell, the senator had gone too far and killed her. He would get off with an assault charge, thanks to deep pockets, but the lowly aide who cowered in the corner of the bathroom, sick from what he'd seen, would have charges of manslaughter thrown at him and he would wind up doing time, a pawn in Washington politics.

  The senator went home to his wife and had to explain to his supportive spouse what he'd been doing in the company of a hooker at two in the morning when he had told her he'd be in the office working on an impending measure.

  Hammond shook his head in disgust. His hands tied, he couldn't nail the real perp, and it pissed him off to no end.

  "Son of a bitch,” he muttered as he signed off on the case and put the file to the side for one of the patrolmen in the office to file. He sat back in his chair and glanced out the window at the city of Washington. From where he sat, he had the privilege of having a picturesque view of the Capitol and part of the Mall. Today, it didn't impress him.

  "Captain, you have a call,” someone announced.

  "Thanks,” he said as he acknowledged the officer. He took a few seconds to collect his thoughts, then turned to answer the phone.

  "Hammond."

  "Trev, it's me. I need to talk to you."

  "What's up?"

  "I have a taped message from someone who threatened not only me, but my lady, and whoever it is called her by name."

  "Wait a minute, first things first. Someone called you? When?"

  "A few minutes ago. I came out of the bathroom after a shower and saw the light blinking. I listened to it and called you."

  "And your lady friend?"

  "She slept through it, thank God."

  "And you have the tape?"

  "Of course. I've hung around with a captain of detectives too damned long not to know what to do."

  "I'll be over in half an hour. You're at the house in Georgetown, I take it?"

  "Yes."

  "One other question, the lady? Who is she?"

  "Charlotte James."

  "Special?"

  "Very. In fact, I wanted to know if you'd stand for me."

  "What? Did I hear right?"

  "Yep. Trev, I've found my soul mate. She's a refreshing spirit and to quote one of your favorite songs, she's a cool drink of water."

  "And she knows about..."

  "She embraces it, a pure natural sub."

  "Well, it's about time you found someone like Mom."

  "It is, isn't it?"

  Trevor Hammond and Simon Anderson had grown up together, closer than brothers and the reason why Trevor made sure the department left Simon's club alone, unless absolutely necessary. He'd grown up calling his best friend's mother Mom.

  "Any woman who can keep up with you has to be special. Yeah, I'll stand for you. When?"

  "As soon as I can get the church up in West Virginia."

  "A little fast, aren't we?"

  "Probably, but I can't take the chance of losing her, especially with this threat hanging over us."

  "Question, how long have you known her?"

  "A few days. I met her at the pub on Friday and we've been together ever since."

  "Have you had any trouble at the club?"

  "We had an ejection the other night."

  Trevor snickered. Ejection had become their code word for a politico thrown out on his ass with a warning to keep his mouth shut and never come back. Whoever had been this lucky, had broken the code when he called Simon at home and threatened him and his future wife.

  "I'll be over in a little bit."

  "Thanks."

  Hammond hung up and called the officer back in.

  "Mearns, get that file I gave you to put in the cabinet. I think we just reopened the case on the senator."

  "Yes, sir. If I can help..."

  "I'll let you know."

  * * * *

  "Thanks, I owe you."

  Simon hung up and turned to find a set of dark eyes pensively watching him. He could feel the heat of her gaze on him and the thrill coursed through him like a raging storm. His cock strained against the silk boxers he'd thrown on earlier when he went down to the kitchen to bring up a bottle of champagne and some glasses.

  "Who do you owe?” Charlotte asked.

  "An old family friend. His father is the owner of an old white framed church up in West Virginia."

  "Who is he?"

  "A very private man who keeps to himself and wishes to remain anonymous. He does favors for family and close friends and is doing one for me, as long as I don't reveal his name. He shuns publicity and requires his family to abide by it."

  "And what favor, my lord and master?"

  Simon groaned when he heard her terms of endearment for him. How have I gotten so lucky and how the hell will I protect her from the threat leveled at us this morning?

  "My family has been married in Jordan Chapel for several generations going back to the 1860's. I want to keep to tradition and marry my mistress there."

  "You keep surprising me, master. Come to me and let me love you while you tell me more."

  Simon could not, and would not, refuse her. Allistair would keep Trevor busy until they joined him.

  "How would my slave like to..."

  "Need you ask? I want my husband for breakfast."

  "Do you realize what you just said?"

  "Yes. We are married in every way but name, aren't we?"

  Simon fingered the collar and agreed with her. She slid along the satin sheet, then pulled him to the side of the bed, her hands on his ass. She lay on her back and easily forced him off balance enough so he lay across her, while supporting himself with his hands at her side.

  "Perfect, master,” she murmured as he felt the tip of her tongue tease the head of his waiting cock. Her hand held his cock in a gentle grasp while the other went to his balls and massaged them. She took his shaft deep in her mouth to her throat and moved back and forth on him slowly.

  "My God, woman, the torture..."

  He could feel her grin as she continued to move her tongue along his cock while she took him and pushed him over the edge. Somehow, while she did this, he repositioned his arm in between her legs, tight against her soaked pussy. She pressed it against him and whimpered at the feel of her clit against the firmness of his forearm.

  Her pace quickened and he leaned over her to whisper near her ear. His breath drove her crazy as she gave him what she wanted him to have to begin their day. Her body writhed along his arm as she found herself.

  "May I..."

  "Oh God, yes, woman,” Simon cried out as he filled her mouth with everything he had within him. She took it all, every bit of his semen, and she made sure she had every single drop of it. His arm smelled of her musky scent and he tried to lean over so he could lap at the sweet honey oozing from her.

  "Please, mistress, allow me to drink from you..."

  "Yes, my magnificent slave, and when you're done, I want you inside me and filling me again."

  "Yes, ma'am."

  * * * *

  "Simon...” she cried out as he rocked her world once more. Her hands clenched the sheet as she threw her head from side to side. Her body bucked as she moved with him. She took everything he had to give her and he could see she craved more.

  "Sweet Charlotte, I have a friend on his way over. We...” he began, only to be interrupted by a knock on the door.

  "Simon, Trevor is in the study waiting for you."

  "Thank you,” he called back, “we'll be down in a few moments."

  "He said to take your time."

  Simon grinned, then explained Trevor Ham
mond to his wife-to-be. She smiled as she curled into him and glued her body to his. Her long thick hair blanketed her head and shoulders and hid her face from his view.

  "My sub, what's wrong?"

  "What will he think of me?"

  "He's happy I've found someone like my mother, who can live in our world and be an equal in it. You are every bit an Anderson wife. Mom would have loved you."

  She kissed his chest and toyed with his nipple. His hand grabbed her hair and pulled her to meet him as his mouth covered hers and his tongue explored her once more. This time, she felt something different.

  "Simon, what's wrong?"

  He brushed the hair from her face and told her about the message. She gasped, fear in her eyes. Simon comforted her and swore he'd keep her safe.

  "It's my job as your Dom and the man you will marry to protect you. Trevor will be here for you as well. Please, don't worry. It will be all right, I swear."

  "I love you, Simon, and I trust you without question. It scares me someone knows about this and could use it against you."

  "I worry about you, mistress. The threat has been leveled against you specifically and it came from someone close to me because they used my private line here in the house."

  "Maybe we should..."

  "Do you love me?"

  "Yes, Simon, I do and yes, I trust you, but..."

  "Marry me tomorrow. No one will ever touch us again. I will make sure of it and so will Trevor. Now, let's take a shower and get dressed so we don't keep Trevor waiting."

  Simon carried her to the shower stall and after he made sure the temperature wasn't too hot, he washed her, then she washed him. As he shampooed her hair, she slid down and teased his cock with her tongue.

  "Charlotte..."

  "Yes, master?"

  He leaned back against the wall of the shower, the tiles cooling his back as she fired up the front of his body. He continued to soap her hair while he pressed her against him. He'd never met a woman who loved oral sex as Charlotte did, but he relished it and languished in the sensations she sent through his body.