Charlotte's Master

by Marla Monroe

  “Glad you took off the entire day, babe,” he said, rubbing his thumb over her cheek.

  “Yeah, me too. I wouldn’t have been able to concentrate at work after this.”

  “I told you not to worry about him bothering you anymore, didn’t I?”

  “Yeah, but you can’t be with me all the time,” she said.

  “I think you need reminding that I’m in charge, Charlie. Strip.” Baxter suppressed a smile at her sudden intake of breath.

  He watched as she processed what he’d told her. Seconds later, she stood and slowly began to remove her clothes, excitement filling her eyes at the prospect of what was to come. She neatly folded each piece of clothing and stacked it on the coffee table as she slowly undressed. Baxter watched her with growing expectations at having her at his mercy once more.

  She stood completely nude in front of him, obviously fighting the need to cover herself as her hands fluttered next to her sides.

  “Good girl,” he said.

  She smiled up at him with her soft brown eyes mirroring the excitement he felt at what was to come.

  “Follow me, Charlie.”

  He led the way down the hall to the back bedroom he kept locked. He punched in the code, and the door clicked open. He pushed the door wide and nodded at her to precede him into the room. This would be her first time there as his submissive. His balls tightened at the thought of finally having her there where he wanted her.

  “Do you remember your safe words, Charlie?” he asked as he always did.

  “Green is good. Yellow is slow down and red is stop.”

  “Good girl. Come over here, babe.”

  Baxter led her to the St. Andrew’s cross. He could feel her anxiety like a living thing shivering next to him. He ran a hand up and down her back as they stood in front of it.

  “There’s nothing to fear, Charlie. Trust me to know what you need and what you don’t.”

  “I—I do. I’m just nervous,” she said.

  “I’m going to introduce you to the flogger on the cross today. We’ve played with the flogger some in the bedroom, but this will be different,” he told her.

  “How?”

  “It will be more intense.”

  “Will it hurt?” she asked.

  “At first it will sting some, but it will start to feel good after a bit. Remember that you have your safe words if you really need them.”

  She nodded, then looked up at the cross, and shivered.

  Baxter took one of her hands and lifted it to the cross where he fastened her wrist in the leather band before doing the same thing to the opposite one. Then he spread her legs with one of his and fastened them, as well. He double-checked that the fastenings weren’t too tight before stepping back to admire her body tied to his cross. It excited him to see her like that. At his mercy. Waiting for his care.

  “Where are you, Charlie?” he asked after a few seconds.

  “Green.”

  “Good.”

  He walked over to his toy amour and pulled out a flogger. He wanted to warm her up with the soft one and then move to the slightly stiffer strands to bring the sting to her skin. He set both on the table before he walked over to run one hand up and down her back. She moaned at his touch, arching her body into his caress.

  He picked up the first flogger and ran it up and down her skin and then over her ass before stepping away. He could see the goose pimples along her skin at the touch of the strands. He smiled and then began lightly flogging her with it. She bit out a cry at the first strike despite the fact it wouldn’t hurt her.

  “Charlie?”

  “I’m okay. It startled me.”

  “No more noises unless you need to use one of your safe words,” he warned her.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  He began thrashing her, first her sweet ass and then her blemish-free back. He made sure the strikes were soft and pleasant until she seemed relaxed and used to the strikes. Then he applied more force so that the strands would elicit a slight sting that would slowly pink her flesh. It took practice and experience to morph the initial pleasure with the beginnings of pain. She didn’t seem to even notice that he’d changed tactics.

  Baxter stopped his ministrations and ran a callused hand over her spine and both ass cheeks. She moaned and pressed her butt into his hand where he touched her. He pinched one cheek so that she cried out and pulled away from him.

  “I said no noise, Charlie.”

  She remained quiet as he stepped away and picked up the other flogger. The first few strikes he made soft so that she wouldn’t really be able to tell that the flogger was different. Then he slowly added strength to his hits until she was groaning with each strike. He cautioned her about the noise once more before increasing strength of the strikes.

  Her skin soon turned a soft pink all over where the flogger hit. She still didn’t use her safe words. Baxter smiled. His dick was rock hard at the sight of the rosy color. He couldn’t wait to bury his cock deep in her pussy so that he pressed against all that heated flesh.

  She slowly began to arch her back as if seeking each strike before he landed it. When her head lolled back, and she was no longer standing on her feet, Baxter knew she’d reached that subspace that meant she was floating on the pleasure/pain he was giving her. He dropped the flogger and unfastened her legs, followed by her hands.

  Charlotte collapsed into his arms as soon as she was free of the cuffs. He messaged her wrists before carrying her over to the bed where he draped her over the edge so that he had access to her body from behind. He wanted to feel her heated flesh against his skin.

  Baxter tore off his shirt, then unfastened his jeans, and dropped them past his knees. He didn’t have the control to remove his boots and jeans completely. Instead smoothed his hands over Charlotte’s ass, reveling in the pink color and the warmth he felt there. When he ran a finger between her legs, he found her pussy wet and ready for him.

  “So fucking pretty. Your ass is perfect, babe,” he murmured.

  She moaned but didn’t say anything. She pressed her ass up into his hand as if seeking more of what he’d already given her.

  Fuck, she’s perfect. I can’t believe she’s all mine.

  Baxter spread her wide and fitted his rock-hard cock to her wet slit then thrust deep until his body was pressed tight against her hot skin.

  Yes!

  He pulled out and then pressed in again and again. Over and over he filled her cunt with his throbbing dick until his balls began to tighten. She felt so fucking good wrapped around his shaft. He ran his hands up and down her back, enjoying the heat against his palms as she moaned with each thrust of his cock.

  “Come for me, Charlie. I want to feel your pussy squeeze my dick,” he managed to bite out around the intense pleasure building inside him.

  “It’s too much,” she rasped out.

  “No. It’ll be so good, babe. Come.” He reached beneath her and located her clit with one hand and began to press against the tight little nub.

  Seconds later, she screamed out, and her hot, wet sheath pulsed around him, dragging him with her into ecstasy. His balls burned as he emptied them deep inside his woman, her heated core filling with his seed. He hadn’t come that hard in years. She was perfect for him. All he had to do was convince her that he was perfect for her, and all would be right in the world.

  Baxter held his weight off her as best he could before slowly withdrawing from her body. She’d collapsed face first against the bedding. He chuckled and drew her over to one side as he stood on shaky legs and tucked himself back into his jeans, so he didn’t trip over his jeans around his ankles. Once he was zipped back up, Baxter scooped Charlie into his arms and settled her higher on the bed with her head on one of the pillows.

  “You okay, babe?”

  “Umhmm.”

  He chuckled at her soft muttering.

  “How did you like your flogging?” he asked.

  “It was intense,
but good. Being tied up so that I couldn’t move away from it when it started stinging made it more than it was when you used it in the bedroom,” she said.

  “You still had your safe words though,” he reminded her.

  “I know. That was why I didn’t panic,” she said.

  “You never have to panic with me, babe. I’d never do anything to hurt you. Everything is for our enjoyment.”

  “I know.”

  He could sense that she wanted to say something more.

  “What?”

  “You get turned on when you’re doing that stuff to me, don’t you?” she asked.

  “Yeah. I’m a Dominant with sadistic tendencies, but I would never seriously hurt you, Charlie. You mean too much to me to risk losing you.”

  “So, it turns you on when you cause me pain?”

  “To some extent, but I don’t have to have pain to get hard for you, babe. You know that.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Does it bother you?” he asked, tension singing through his body at the thought that she wouldn’t want to be with him because he enjoyed the pain.

  “I don’t think so. I think I’m more curious than anything,” she admitted.

  “Any time something I do bothers you, tell me so we can talk about it, Charlie. Okay?”

  “Okay.”

  He pulled her into his arms and rested her head on his chest. He loved holding her, feeling her wrapped around his back when on his bike, and beneath him when he was buried balls deep inside her hot, wet cunt. She completed him in a way he’d almost despaired he’d ever find.

  “I love you, Charlie.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Charlotte stiffened at the words from Baxter. He’d just told her that he loved her. She felt a thrill of excitement sing up her spine at his admission. If he loved her, he wouldn’t leave her. Would he?

  “You don’t have to say anything back, babe. I just needed you to know how I feel,” he said.

  “I want to tell you the words back, but I’m scared. I feel the same way, but it’s so soon,” she told him.

  “I know. I’ve had feelings for you since the first time I laid eyes on you, babe. I was afraid to push since I didn’t know how you’d take my lifestyle. It’s a part of me that I can’t give up, Charlie. Can you live with it?” he asked.

  “Yes. I think I can. We haven’t done anything that truly frightens me. Unless there is something more, I’m fine with what you need, Baxter,” she said.

  “Everything else is optional. If you don’t like the single tail or the crop, I can live without that. We’ll try everything slowly so that you can make up your mind about the rest at your pace. You’re too important to me to risk losing you by pushing too fast,” he said.

  Charlotte sighed and snuggled closer to him. She was sated, comfortable, and happy. The idea of belonging to Baxter appealed to her. She loved him and wanted to spend her life with him, but she was still worried that one day he’d wake up and realize he needed someone more in tune with what his needs were. What if she couldn’t meet all his needs in a lover? She wasn’t a true submissive. At least she didn’t think she was. The idea of kneeling and things like that didn’t appeal to her.

  “What is it? I can feel you pulling away,” Baxter said, rubbing his hand lightly over her back.

  “I’m just worried that I won’t be able to keep you happy,” she admitted.

  “You already make me happier than I’ve ever been. You’re too hung up on what you think I need. I don’t need you to submit to me anywhere other than the bedroom. I’m not a twenty-four-hour type of Dom, Charlie.”

  “I’m afraid that one day you’ll wake up and want more,” she said.

  “There’s always a chance in any relationship that one or the other will decide they want something different. I’m telling you that I have everything I need in you. I don’t want anything else,” he said.

  Charlie smiled and hugged Baxter tightly. “You’re all I want, too. Just promise that we’ll talk about it if you ever start to need more than what I’m giving you.”

  “Promise.” He squeezed her. “Right now, I need to get you food. You need to drink and eat. You’ve settled down enough that you’re bound to be thirsty.”

  She looked up at him. “I could go for a chocolate bar and a bottle of water.”

  He chuckled. Baxter always fed her a small bar of chocolate and a bottle of water after they’d played. She’d grown to expect them. It was called aftercare he’d told her. She liked it. He cuddled with her and stroked her hair while she relaxed in his arms.

  He eased her off his chest and then rolled over to the side of the bed to grab the candy and bottle of water from the minifridge next to the bed. He opened the bottle of water and scooted up in the bed to rest against the headboard.

  “Come here, babe.”

  Charlotte eased up in the bed and leaned against him as he handed her the bar of candy and the bottle of water. She sipped the water and was thankful for it as she realized her throat was parched. By the time she’d finished both, she was sleepy.

  “Feel like a nap, babe?” he asked as she closed her eyes.

  “Umhmm.”

  She smiled at his soft chuckle. She cuddled into his arms and closed her eyes. She didn’t exactly sleep as drift in and out of consciousness with thoughts of being with Baxter circling in her head. He was amazing and treated her like the most important thing in his life. He worried about her and saw to her needs as if she were the only thing in the world. She liked that, but still worried that some day he’d change his mind.

  His comment about there always being that chance in every relationship said that he’d thought about it, as well. Did he worry that she might change her mind about him? She couldn’t see that ever happening, but he could worry about it, as well.

  I love him. He completes me in a way that no one else ever has. I don’t feel restless anymore since I moved in with him. He’s it for me.

  Charlotte smiled and finally slipped into sleep.

  * * * *

  “Steak is delicious,” Charlotte said as she swallowed the mouthwatering morsel.

  “Thanks,” Jack said. “Nina marinated them, though. She’s got this super-secret receipt that makes them perfect.”

  “Whatever, it’s perfect,” she insisted.

  “So, what time are we going to head out next week for the ride?” Charlotte asked.

  “Figure we’ll leave at six Thursday morning. Got several stops planned out along the way with our first night stopping off in Southpaw,” Jack said. “I booked nice hotels in deference to you ladies. No roach motels for you gals.”

  Charlotte and Nina giggled. She would kill the guys if they booked them into anything that gross. Nina winked at her. The other woman had regaled her with stories about such motels from the horrible ordeal she’d suffered through when she’d been kidnapped.

  “The first sign of a roach, and I’m booking a flight back home,” Charlotte promised, wagging her finger at Baxter.

  “No need. We’ve got you gals set up with clean, comfortable beds so you won’t complain about your asses hurting the entire trip,” Jack said.

  “We didn’t complain that much on the last one,” Nina fussed.

  “Only every stop,” Baxter said with a huge grin.

  Charlotte popped him in the arm. “Stop it. We did not.”

  They all laughed and finished up their meal, then cleaned up the plates, and settled around the fire pit to talk. Charlotte enjoyed leaning back into Baxter’s arms as they chatted about the upcoming trip. It hadn’t been hard to get off work at all despite her recent days off with the Neal ordeal.

  She winced. She didn’t want to think about the bastard. He had soured too much of her thoughts in the past. She planned to forget all about him and move on with her life. While Baxter said she didn’t have anything to worry about, Charlotte still worried the other man would show up again to bother her. So far, he hadn’t shown his face though.

  “Don
’t you just love the leather jacket Baxter got you?” Nina asked, pulling her out of her thoughts.

  “Love it. It’s perfect. I won’t get cold wearing that while we’re riding. At least as long as it doesn’t really get cold while we’re out.” Charlotte smiled. “You owe me though.”

  “For what?” Nina asked.

  “They actually had T-shirts that said Biker Bitch, and Baxter was going to buy them for us, but I convinced him he didn’t want to do that,” she said.

  Nina stuck her tongue out at Baxter. “Not wearing them. Get over it.”

  “I had to make it worth his while not to buy them, so you owe me,” she said again.

  “Somehow I don’t think you minded that one bit though,” Nina said, narrowing her eyes.

  “Well, there might have been some goodness to it,” Charlotte admitted.

  “Some?” Baxter asked.

  “Okay. A lot,” she said with a wide grin.

  “Okay, guys. It’s getting cold out here. I don’t want you girls getting sick before the ride.” Jack stood, pulling Nina up with him.

  “I’m actually pretty sleepy,” Charlotte said. “We’ve been busy all day today. I’m going to enjoy sleeping in tomorrow morning.”

  “I’m going to kill that freaking bird if it wakes us up at dawn again,” Baxter groused.

  “Right. It must be the same bird we’ve been hearing every morning,” Nina said.

  “Night, you guys,” Charlotte said as she let Baxter draw her toward their yard.

  “Talk to you tomorrow,” Nina said. “Like tomorrow afternoon.”

  Charlotte chuckled and walked hand in hand with Baxter to their back, sliding glass door. He opened it for her and then closed and locked it behind him. He yanked close the curtain before stretching with a loud yawn.

  “That was a great night,” Charlotte said.

  “It was. Really like living next door to them,” Baxter said as he tugged on her hand.

  She followed him through the kitchen to the hall leading to their bedroom. He flipped on the light in the room then tugged on her T-shirt until she lifted her arms to allow him to pull it over her head.