Charlotte's Master

by Marla Monroe

  “Good girl.” Baxter walked into the room carrying a paddle with the flat side the size of her hand.

  Charlotte eyed the instrument of torture warily. It was made of dark wood and would definitely do some damage if wielded by the wrong person. It took all the trust she’d previously placed in Baxter to follow his directions and lie over his lap knowing that he’d be using that on her.

  “I’m going to warm your pretty little ass up with my hand and then finish up your licks with the paddle once your ass is nice and rosy,” he said.

  She didn’t say anything. All she could do was focus on her breathing. It had sped up once she was draped across Baxter’s lap. For a moment, she was afraid she was going to have a panic attack. After a few seconds of Baxter rubbing light circles around her butt cheeks, she managed to get her breathing under control and realized he’d been giving her time to settle. It was yet another reason she trusted him. He was always in tune with her body’s needs.

  “Where are you, Charlie?” he asked.

  “Green.”

  “Good girl.”

  The first slap of his hand against her ass had her jerking up in surprise. It stung a little, but not enough to cause the sudden jump. That was attributed solely to her nerves. The second and third ones were hard enough to sting but not hard enough to warrant changing her status to yellow. He rubbed at her burning ass cheeks before delivering the last two so that she yelped.

  “I love seeing my handprints on your sweet ass, Charlie. Your butt is hot against my hand, and I bet it’s tingling, as well. Isn’t it, baby?”

  “Yes. It’s burning, Baxter,” she admitted.

  It took all her resolve not to put her hand back there to rub it herself. If she did, he’d start over and she didn’t want that. She wanted to come, and that would only happen once he’d finished her punishment.

  “Are you still at green, Charlie?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Good. Relax, baby. Don’t put your hands back here so that I don’t accidentally hit one of them with the paddle. This will be a new experience for you. Breath through the sting,” he said.

  Charlotte lay across his lap with his engorged cock pressing against her belly, anticipating the slap of the paddle against her ass until when it didn’t immediately happen, she began to squirm.

  Slap

  “Ow!” That had hurt.

  Slap

  She moved but managed to keep her hands clasped tightly around Baxter’s muscular leg. The burn that fired up her ass cheek was much more intense than when he used his hand. She stifled another yelp at the next two pops of the paddle against her tender skin.

  “Do you need to use your safe word, Charlie?” Baxter asked as he rubbed her aching ass.

  “No. Just get it over with.”

  He chuckled and continued to massage the burn into her bottom. She jerked and huffed out a breath. He was deliberately prolonging the last lick. Then it came, and she gasped at the fire that raced through her butt.

  “Ow!”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Baxter grinned at her yelp of surprise when he delivered the last blow. He’d purposely dragged it out to give her ass a little recovery time before he popped it any harder. And it amused him to make her wait and anticipate the last lick.

  He rubbed her butt and then ran a finger between her legs to find her pussy damp, though not enough for him to bury his aching cock in her sweet cunt. He spread his legs slightly, so he had better access to her clit. Charlotte moaned when he circled the tip of his finger around the tiny nub without tracing over it.

  “Someone enjoyed their spanking, I see,” he said.

  “Didn’t. It hurt.”

  “Then why is my little pussy all pink and wet?”

  “Your big, hard cock is pressing against my stomach. I think you enjoyed spanking me more than I enjoyed getting it.”

  “I’m sure I did. That’s the point. To get us both all hot and bothered.”

  He swirled his fingers through her pussy lips, gathering some of her juices and dragging them back to her ass. He massaged her arousal against her back hole, appreciating how it winked at him when he stimulated it. They’d had anal sex on several occasions, but he much preferred her tight cunt to her tight ass.

  Her moans were music to his ears as her yelps of pain had been. He would never hurt her for real. The pleasurable sparks of pain intermixed with things that made her hot were enough to get him hard every time. He was a bit of a sadist, but he wouldn’t enjoy actually hurting Charlie if she didn’t enjoy it. That was why he wasn’t going to push the single tail on her. Maybe one day she would be ready for it, but if not, he could live with that.

  He enjoyed introducing her to different sensations, and they’d both found mutual aspects of BDSM that they both enjoyed. It was perfect for him. It was enough for him that she loved him so much that she would try different things. It was enough for him that she loved him back despite his proclivity toward kink.

  He thrust two fingers in and out of her sweet pussy while stimulating her clit with his thumb. She squirmed nicely over his lap, a moan escaping her mouth as he diddled her. He loved making her jerk with need. It was one of his favorite things to do.

  Every few seconds, he rubbed his hand over her still reddened ass and smiled at the heat centered there. He hadn’t paddled her enough to leave bruises, just enough to make it tender when she sat down the next day. He liked that she’d remember it all day long as she moved around the house.

  When he couldn’t stand it any longer, Baxter rolled her onto the bed so that she was bent over it with her delectably reddened ass in the air. He held her there for a moment with one hand against the small of her back. God, she turned him on with how pliable she was in his hands.

  “Don’t move, baby. I’m going to fuck my sweet little pussy so that I can feel that hot ass against my skin and know I made it that way.”

  Baxter quickly removed his clothes, letting them drop to the floor in a heap. He was too turned on to bother with folding them like he normally did. Instead, he spread his hands over Charlie’s buttocks and squeezed until she groaned sweetly for him.

  “Love my hands on you, baby girl. Love how hot your skin is and how wet you are for me.”

  “Please, Baxter. I need you,” she whispered.

  “Don’t worry, babe. I’m going to fuck you nice and hard. Can’t wait to get my dick deep inside that tight cunt.”

  He spread her wide once more and fitted the crown of his leaking cock against her tight slit and slowly pushed inside her. He pulled back and delved deep this time. His cockhead split her wet tissues as he finally bottomed out deep in her pussy. She was so fucking hot and wet and tight. He’d never last with the heat of her reddened ass against his body each time he tunneled inside of her.

  Her tight little cunt was sucking at him each time he pulled back to thrust deep once more. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, and he wanted to hear her scream his name when she came.

  “Yes!” Charlie’s loud cry as he pummeled inside of her over and over was music to his ears.

  “More, Baxter. Do it harder. I need you.”

  He smiled and gave her what she asked for. Quick, hard thrusts that moved her, lifted her off her heels each time he buried his cock all the way inside of her.

  “Like it hard and fast, babe?”

  “Yes. So good when you pound into me from behind. I love it that way,” she said between gasps as he filled her with his hard dick.

  He spread her ass cheeks wide, so he could see her little rosette blinking up at him while he pummeled her body with his. He squeezed the heated cheeks, reveling in her low moans at the added sensation.

  “Are you close, babe? Are you about to soak my dick with all that juice?” he asked.

  “I’m close. It feels so good, Baxter.”

  “Fuck, I’m going to come, babe. Play with your clit. I want you to come with me,” he gasped out.

  He could feel her hand lift her
body up some as she squeezed it between her pelvis and the bed. He angled his cock to rasp over her sweet spot as much as possible while burying his dick deep.

  “Oh, God, Baxter. I’m coming.”

  But she didn’t have to tell him. He could feel her cunt squeezing him as she climaxed. He groaned and then cursed as her body latched on to his hardness and tightened to the point of near pain. His own orgasm started as white-hot lightning in his balls that traveled down his spine and into his cock so that he exploded inside of her. Spurt after spurt of his hot cum coated her womb. He went up on his toes as he emptied his seed inside her. His ass cheeks contracted to the point of pain, and once it was all over, he collapsed on top of her before he could stop himself.

  “Holy hell, that was hot,” Charlie said between pants.

  “Fuck”—pant—“yeah”—pant—“babe.”

  “Um, Baxter? Don’t go to sleep. You need to move over.” Charlie’s pants were slowly going away.

  “Sorry, Charlie.” Baxter sighed with contentment and rolled to one side, freeing her up to move and probably to breathe, he thought.

  After several minutes, Charlie stood and stretched. “I’m going to take a bath. I’m ready for bed.”

  Baxter rolled over and grinned up at her. “I’m done for the night. Wake me up when you get out so I can take a shower.”

  She chuckled and kicked one of his legs. “Lazy bones.”

  “You wore me out, babe. I’m getting old.”

  “I’ll just call you my old man then.”

  “You’re my old lady.”

  “Bite your tongue. I’m not old. See you in a few minutes.”

  He lay there thinking when she’d walked away. He knew she didn’t want a collar like what she’d evidently seen or read in one of her books, but he thought she’d be fine with a pretty necklace. He’d get one for her. He wanted something on her body that said she belonged to him. That and maybe a ring.

  Was he really thinking about marrying her? Yeah, he loved her and adored all her quirks and the fact that she accepted him the way he was. Still, the idea of marriage scared him a bit. People seemed to change when they got married and not always in a good way. He would think about it a little more before he bought a ring. The necklace would do for now.

  * * * *

  “I swear it gets harder and harder to drag myself to work every day,” Nina said as they walked across the parking lot toward their cars. “Carl can be such an ass when he’s not getting any at home.”

  Charlotte giggled. “I know what you mean. He actually asked me how many times a day I had to go to the bathroom. Really? You’re counting my trips to the bathroom?”

  “Wish we could find another job somewhere, but honestly, I doubt it would be any different,” Nina said.

  “You’re probably right.” Charlotte unlocked her car and stood with just one foot in the door. “I’ll talk to you after Baxter gets home and we’ve eaten.”

  “What time is he supposed to make it back?”

  “He said by seven or seven thirty. I’m going to make meatloaf and potatoes tonight. It’s his favorite.” Charlotte waved to her friend and then closed the door.

  She stopped by the store to get supplies for the meal and pulled into the garage thirty minutes later. She noticed that Nina and Jack’s garage door was down, so they were in for the night. She smiled. It was great living next door to her best friend. They could pop into each other’s house any time and chat.

  Charlotte didn’t bother letting down the garage door since Baxter would be there in a couple of hours. Instead she unloaded the groceries and put them away before hurrying to change so she could work on dinner. She settled for shorts and a tank top since it was warm in the house despite the chilly temperatures outside. It wasn’t until she’d stepped out of the bathroom from washing her face and pulling her hair back into a ponytail that it hit her.

  Something didn’t feel right.

  Charlie looked around the bedroom but couldn’t put her finger on what was wrong. She stood there for several seconds before shrugging and walking back to the kitchen. She leaned into the refrigerator and pulled out the hamburger meat. When she turned around, it was to find Neal standing behind her with a crazed smile splitting his face into.

  “Surprise, Charlotte. I’ve come to see you.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Baxter sighed and adjusted his ass on his motorcycle as he sped toward home. He’d lucked out in that he was able to leave an hour early. He’d be home by seven, seven fifteen at the latest. He was glad he didn’t have to actually go to Dallas every week. It was a long-ass ride for a few hours work, but since he was able to do most of the work from home, it suited him. He sometimes helped Jack at the garage, but mostly he wrote the scenarios for the various law enforcements in the area. He liked it.

  What he’d like even more was being balls deep inside his sweet Charlie. He’d picked up a necklace for her while he’d been in Dallas. It thought it would be perfect for her. It had a heart with a diamond nestled inside it. It signified his love for her while satisfying his need to mark her as his.

  He’d been thinking more and more about making things permanent in more way than one. Just having his necklace nestled between her breasts was satisfying to his Dom side, but the man in him wanted more. He wanted everyone to know she was his, and most people wouldn’t recognize the necklace as the symbol that it was. She was his submissive—actually, she was his sexual submissive. She didn’t carry it through outside the bedroom or playroom, and that was fine with him.

  He checked his gas gage and decided he should stop at the next exit and get gas. He was going to be home much sooner than he’d first thought so it wouldn’t hurt to stop and put in five or six dollars of gas.

  Baxter pulled off the interstate and parked next to the gas pumps. While he waited for the tank to fill, he texted Charlie that he was going to be there early. When she didn’t answer by the time he’d finished filling up, he figured she was cooking and hadn’t heard the cell chime of his incoming text. He pushed her number and called, but there was no answer. It went to voice mail.

  It bothered him that she didn’t have the phone close enough to hear it, but he’d talk to her about keeping her phone near her at all times for safety. It needed to be a habit to have it close by.

  He grabbed a Gatorade and downed it before pulling back on to the road to head home. The entire time he kept waiting to feel his phone vibrate that she was texting him back or even calling him. It remained still. Worry began to coat his tongue as his mouth went dry despite the Gatorade he’d had. Why wasn’t she calling him back?

  Twenty minutes later, he pulled into the garage and dismounted, dropping his helmet on the seat, not even bothering to hit the control to lower the garage door. He opened the kitchen door and froze.

  * * * *

  Charlotte was trapped between Neal and the open refrigerator door. She had nowhere to go.

  “What do you want, Neal? How did you get in?”

  She needed to get him talking and keep him talking. As long as he was doing that, he wasn’t going to hurt her. Her stomach clenched at the thought of him touching her. How had he gotten inside? There was an alarm.

  It hit her that she didn’t remember turning it on when she’d left that morning. Baxter had left thirty minutes before she had, and she’d been running behind.

  Damn!

  “It was easy enough to pick the lock. You really should use your alarm system, Charlotte. It’s supposed to keep dangerous people like me out.”

  “Why are you here?”

  “For you, of course. I’ve come for you.”

  Charlotte had one hand on the door of the fridge and the other on the door of the freezer section. She had to make a move since he had the upper hand with her trapped by the refrigerator door. Without looking away from him to give away her intentions, Charlotte grabbed whatever bottle out of the door she could get her hands on and smashed it into Neal’s face before barreling into hi
m and pushing past to run toward the door.

  His roar of anger made her skin crawl with goose bumps, but she didn’t stop running. She made it to the door leading out into the garage, but before she could yank it open, he slammed into her, pinning her flat against the door. The force of his body hitting hers slapped her face into the unforgiving wood, and stars exploded behind her eyes when her nose hit. She could feel blood at the back of her throat.

  “Bitch! You think you can get away from me? I’m going to make you pay for putting me in jail. All I wanted to do was explain that we were meant for each other, but you’re screwing someone else now. You think that scarred-up bastard will help you now? He’s gone and I’m here.”

  “He’s a better man than you are. He’d never hurt me like you’re doing,” she bit out.

  “He’s a freak. That’s what they used to call him. Did you know that? I found out all about your lover, Charlotte. Does he tie you up and fuck you? Did you know he likes things rough? Is he giving it to you rough?” he asked.

  “Let me go, Neal. You can leave now, and I won’t tell anyone,” she said as he pressed his body against her so that she could feel his hard cock against her ass.

  “You had your chance, Charlotte. I gave you several chances to listen to me. Now I’m going to make you listen to me.” He grabbed her by her ponytail and jerked her away from the door.

  “Please, Neal. Let me go,” she pleaded.

  “We’re going to have some fun, you and I. I’m going to teach you what happens when you mess with me.” Neal pulled her by her hair through the kitchen. She grasped at everything she could to try to stop him from pulling her out of the relative safety of the kitchen. She knocked nearly everything off the counter as they walked past. He stopped and jerked her around when she reached back and raked his hand with her fingernails.