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  “That’s right, you can’t talk. Daniel didn’t leave you like this, did he?”

  In response to his question, she shook her head. No, this soaking wet pussy had nothing to do with Daniel but all for him.

  “Your secret is safe with me.”

  “I’m sorry to interrupt your playtime, Bryan, but we’re waiting for you. Dinner is going cold,” Lillian said.

  Charlotte tensed up in his arms.

  “I’ll be there in a moment.”

  He waited until Lillian left before turning back to Charlotte.

  “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happen—” Charlotte whimpered as he pressed a finger hard against her swollen clit.

  “Naughty girl. I told you not to speak until I’d given you permission. I’m going to have to think of a fitting punishment. Now, I’m going to lick your cream off my fingers and then we’re going to go back to the table. You’re not going to let Daniel touch you for the remainder of the meal. You will talk to Lillian about your website designs. Do you understand me?”

  She opened her lips, and his gut told him she was going to say something else.

  “If anything other than ‘yes, sir’ comes out of those lips, you’re going to have more than one punishment coming your way.”

  She breathed out a sigh. “Yes, sir.”

  “Good.” Pulling his fingers from her pussy, he left a trail of moisture down her thigh. Putting her dress down, he sucked his fingers, licking off her cream. When he was done, he took her hand. She slid her hand within his.

  Walking toward their seats, he helped Charlotte into her chair, before sitting beside Lillian. The moment she placed her hand within his own, he’d felt the electricity. Something was happening between them. He didn’t know what it was, but he was more than prepared to find out.

  Tonight, when Susan and Michael dropped her off, he was going to visit his neighbor. His cock pulsed inside his pants, excited at the prospect of the woman of the night.

  Chapter Three

  “I’m really sorry, Charlotte,” Susan said, following her up the front yard toward her door.

  “Seriously, Susan, you don’t have to worry at all. Daniel’s a great guy. He’s just not for me. All he talks about is work and work.”

  “If I’d known he bored you I wouldn’t have even thought to put you both together. I really thought you’d hit it off.” Susan looked distraught.

  “Don’t worry about it. You’ll know for next time.” Charlotte searched for her key inside her bag, hoping to be alone.

  “So, what happened with you and the hot neighbor?”

  Heat travelled up her spine, making her tense up. “Nothing happened, not really. I was being silly, and he came out to talk to me. He was just being nice.”

  There was no way she was about to tell her married neighbor that he’d ordered her to keep her hands above her head while he fingered her pussy. It would be too much for Susan, and she wouldn’t just back away.

  “Okay, well, if you’re fine.”

  “I’m fine, Susan. I’m more than fine. I’m perfectly fine.”

  “That was a lot of fines.”

  “See, I’m good.” Charlotte chuckled. She wasn’t fine or good. Inside she was in turmoil. Bryan had touched her body and awakened something she really thought had died alone with any desire her last boyfriend inspired.

  “I’ll leave you then.” Susan pulled her in for a hug. She waved at Michael as she opened her front door. Susan ran across their yards as Michael parked in the drive.

  Chuckling, Charlotte locked her front door, resting heavily against the hard wood.

  “What the hell were you doing tonight, Charlotte?”

  Running fingers through her hair, she placed her back on the side near the door, kicking off her heels as she went to the kitchen.

  Tapping her fingers on the counter, she bit her lip as Bryan’s dominating presence invaded her mind.

  “Forget about it, and forget about him. It didn’t happen.” She held her hands out in front of her, opening her eyes, only to scream. There at her back door stood Bryan.

  “Are you going to open the door?” he asked.

  There was no way he could have been home before her. They’d left first.

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

  “We can talk through this door or we can talk face to face.” One of his hands was in his pocket while the other pointed at the door between them.

  You’ve got one punishment coming.

  No, he wouldn’t punish me. I’m a grown ass woman.

  Stepping toward the door, she flicked the lock open, stepping back. He opened the door, closing and flicking the lock back into place.

  “You don’t have to lock it,” she said, biting her lip.

  “I do have to lock it. I don’t want Susan walking in on us talking and your punishment.”

  “Punishment?”

  “You don’t think I’d forget about your punishment, did you?”

  “I thought it was a joke.” She shrugged her shoulders, forcing a laugh.

  Bryan didn’t smile, nor did he laugh.

  “Look, I don’t know what happened tonight, but I really don’t feel comfortable with you being here—”

  He pressed her against the fridge, silencing off any of her protests.

  “I know exactly what happened, and you’re not going to make me go away, Charlotte. You’ve been holding out on me, my little sub.”

  “I don’t know what that means.” She stared into his eyes, panting.

  Her panties were soaking wet, and they shouldn’t be. The man before her was high-handed, crude, and rude. What kind of man told a woman exactly what he wanted to do to another?

  You were turned on when he talked about it.

  She hated her body’s reaction to his words. No man had ever talked about her like that before, and probably never would again.

  “Then I think it’s time for us to have a little conversation. Is your front door locked?”

  Don’t tell him the truth.

  He’ll know if you’re lying.

  “Yes, it’s locked.”

  “Good.” He took her hand, leading her out of the kitchen.

  She didn’t even think to fight. He found her front room with the curtains already drawn. Crying out, Charlotte didn’t expect for him to sit down on the sofa then draw her over his knee.

  “You’re going to learn, Charlotte, to obey me in everything, as otherwise you’ll face a punishment.”

  The urge to scream and curse at him was strong, but she stopped herself. He lifted up her skirt, and she tried to fight him. She didn’t want him to actually see her ass in the light. Tonight had been different when they were in the dark. They were no longer in the dark, and she didn’t have anywhere else to hide.

  He held her down easily by trapping her with one leg underneath her stomach, the other resting just beneath her ass. One of his hands held her tight, immobile against him. He pulled her panties down her ass, landing several slaps of his hand to her ass.

  Whack.

  Whack.

  Whack.

  Whack.

  Whack.

  When it was over, he lifted her up.

  “The next time I give you an instruction, you’ll do as you’re told.”

  She nodded. What else could she do? Her ass was on fire, and it was all his fault.

  Reaching around she was about to rub her behind. Bryan stopped her from touching her ass.

  “No, you deserve the burn. You didn’t listen to me, and you’re going to learn to do as you’re told.”

  “It hurts.”

  “It’s supposed to hurt. It’s a punishment.”

  “I’m not a child.”

  “Then stop behaving like one.” He helped her onto the sofa while he moved to the coffee table. In that moment she’d gladly sit with her bare ass on the table for the cold glass on her heated behind.

  “What are you?” she asked.

  Her cheeks were on fir
e just like the cheeks of her ass.

  I’ve just been spanked by Bryan, my next door neighbor.

  It was the strangest thing to her.

  “I’m a Dominant, Charlotte.”

  “What? Whips and chains and stuff?” She’d done several book covers related to Dominants. With the success of the genre in the media right now, no one could get away from it.

  “Not completely. I don’t train women in some club, and I don’t have a dungeon to play in. I don’t wear leather, but I do like chains. I like binding my woman up to fuck her.”

  She tried to look away, but he wouldn’t let her. He reached out, tucking a finger under her chin.

  “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

  “I don’t know what’s going on. I really am confused.”

  “You just had your ass spanked by your neighbor. I’m sure you’ve got a lot of questions. I’m all ears.”

  “Don’t you have a woman waiting for you at home?”

  “Nope. You’ve got my undivided attention.”

  “Yay, me.” She stared right back at him as he quirked an eyebrow in her direction.

  “Are you trying to test my patience?”

  “No. I’m trying to figure out what the hell is going on. I didn’t exactly expect this tonight.” Her ass was still burning, but it was a nice burn, which again was too strange to her.

  “Are you wet?”

  “You shouldn’t be asking me that.”

  “No?” He tilted his head to the other side.

  “Yes, I’m wet, okay.” Pulling away from him, she stood away from the sofa and started to pace.

  “You’re a submissive, Charlotte. It’s why you’ve been struggling to meet my eyes.”

  “You’re wrong.”

  “You might not have known what was going on in here, but your body knew.”

  “This is crazy.”

  She stopped pacing as he stood. Charlotte had figured it was his blatant sex life with the bimbos that stopped her looking at him. She couldn’t take seriously a man who fucked whoever he wanted.

  “It’s not that crazy. If you think about it, you’ll see the truth staring right at you.”

  Charlotte forced herself to look him in the eye. His eyes were filled with so much heat and sex that she couldn’t keep his gaze. Her nipples were rock hard and poking against her dress.

  “This is wrong.”

  “Is it? Is wanting to fuck someone wrong? Giving yourself up to someone else, is that wrong?” He broke the distance between them, and Charlotte couldn’t move away. She didn’t want to.

  Bryan banded an arm around her waist, drawing her close. He placed his hand directly over her rapidly beating heart.

  “You’re turned on, and yet you’re trying to fight what your body really wants.”

  “I shouldn’t want this.”

  “Why?” he asked.

  She couldn’t think of a good reason to fight him.

  The hand on her chest moved down to cup her breast. She gasped, moaning as he pinched her nipple, rubbing over the beaded point with the palm of his hand.

  “If you don’t want this, Charlotte, tell me to stop. Point me toward the door and tell me to get out.”

  Opening her eyes, she stared into his eyes. Part of her wanted to send him on his way, yet the curious part of her wanted to see where this went.

  “What happens if I don’t send you out?” she asked, biting her lip.

  “Then I guess we see what we can do with that wet pussy of yours, Charlotte. Tell me, baby, when was the last time you had an orgasm?”

  She didn’t want to answer that question.

  “Give me something else to admit to.”

  “Has it been a long time?”

  Gritting her teeth, she tried to find a reasonable answer to give him.

  “Any lies will bring about another punishment.”

  “I don’t like being hit.”

  “A wet pussy tells me you’re lying.”

  “Fine, I liked what you did.” She didn’t speak back, only admitted the truth to him.

  “So how long has it been, or do you want me to walk out that door?”

  It was two of the hardest questions she’d ever been posed.

  ****

  Bryan stroked over her nipple, watching the conflict in her gaze.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm,” she said.

  Her answer actually surprised him. He’d expected to get a response like it had been a couple of months or a year at the maximum. She’d never experienced an orgasm in her life. Well, he’d have to rectify that problem.

  No woman of his was going without an orgasm for that long.

  A woman of mine?

  He’d think about that a little later on.

  Stepping away from her, he circled her, looking up and down her body. She licked her bottom lip a lot, sucking it into her mouth.

  “Take your clothes off. Don’t back chat me or question me. Do it.”

  She took a deep breath and turned her back toward him. “I need help,” she said, showing him the zipper.

  “How do you get out of this if you had no intention of bringing Daniel home?”

  “I’ve got a hanger. If you flick the metal into the zipper, it works great.”

  Shaking his head, he reached out, pulling the zipper down, revealing the length of her back.

  Stepping away, he watched her wriggle out of her dress.

  “The bra and panties as well.”

  Her underwear was a dark lacy blue pair. They were cute, but he liked his women completely naked.

  She visibly swallowed but did as he asked.

  “Put your hands at your sides,” he said. She tried to clasp them in front of her body. Taking her hand, he led her to the center of the front room. Moving the table out of the way, he took a seat on the sofa. “Turn around and do it slowly.”

  His cock pressed against his zipper. He wanted to unzip his pants, but he was loving the power play between them a little too much. With Charlotte completely naked, he held the upper hand. The moment he got naked, they would be on equal playing fields.

  She started to turn, and he admired her body.

  Her stomach was round, her thighs thick. They didn’t have a gap between them, which he found fascinating. Her tits were heavy yet firm.

  When she showed him her ass, he almost lost it. Her rounded ass was red from his handprints, but it was ripe, ready to be spanked and fucked.

  “Stop,” he said.

  She stopped moving.

  “Bend over and grab your ankles.”

  “But—”

  “Do as I say when I say it.”

  She hesitated for a split second longer until she finally bent over.

  He groaned at the sight. The lips of her pussy were slick with her cream. She had a light dusting of hair over her pussy lips.

  “Reach around and spread your ass open.”

  “Seriously, that’s too much,” she said.

  “I’ve not got time for anything that is proper, Charlotte. I like my sex dirty and hard. If you’ve got a problem with that then we need to stop right now. I’m not interested in pathetic women, Charlotte. Are you pathetic?” He was being cruel on purpose.

  Charlotte wasn’t a woman who’d respond to him being delicate.

  “I’m not pathetic.”

  “Then spread that ass and let me see what my dick is going to be sliding inside.”

  Her hands opened and closed by her side. Bryan waited patiently for her to give him what he wanted. She took her time, but she reached behind her, spreading her ass. He got a good look at her nice, tight cunt and ass.

  His dick was going to know both holes well. “Step closer to me.”

  Bryan had been with a lot of women. Many of them were anxious the first time with him, but over time they became as wicked as he was.

  She stepped closer to the sofa.

  “Take another step closer to me.”

  He heard her sigh but
didn’t say anything about her noise. She stepped back toward him. Reaching out, he grabbed her hips. She jerked when he touched her, but she didn’t move away.

  “Stay still.”

  Bryan gave her a second to follow his instructions. When she didn’t move, he leaned in close inhaling her sweet pussy.

  She smelled sweet, musky, and damn tasty. When he slid his tongue into her pussy, she moaned. He was proud of her as she stayed still. Tightening his hold on her hips, he fucked his tongue into her pussy, going as deep as he could. Her cream soaked his tongue, and he relished every single drop of it.

  “Damn, baby, you taste so fucking good.” Moving up, he flicked her clit. Her cream soaked his face, but he relished the taste. He wasn’t kidding when he said he loved his sex dirty. The dirty kind meant you were doing it right.

  “Bryan,” she said.

  “That’s right, scream my name.” Pulling away, he released her hip, sliding his fingers into her pussy. She was incredibly tight. When she took his cock the first time it was going to be a little painful to her. He wasn’t a small man.

  “Have you ever had your ass fucked?” he asked.

  “No.”

  Slipping his dripping fingers from her pussy, he coated her ass, watching the puckered hole get slick with her cream. She tensed up as he pressed a single finger to her ass.

  “Don’t tense up, baby. I need you to relax.” He tried to work his finger into her ass, but she wouldn’t loosen up enough to take him. “That’s all right, baby. I’ll get you ready to take my cock.”

  She was still damned nervous. He was going to break down those walls that surrounded her. There was no room for walls or nervousness when she was in his company.

  Bryan slapped her ass.

  “Stand up.”

  She stood up, moving away from him. He got to his feet, peeling off his jacket. Bryan laid the jacket on the sofa, along with his shirt.

  There she went again biting her lip. He struggled to think as she started to bite that lip. Reaching out, he tugged the lip out of her mouth. “You don’t get to bite that lip in front of me.”

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I was doing it.”

  He opened the belt of his trousers, working them down. Bryan didn’t drop his gaze away from her, watching her as he undressed.

  Her gaze stayed focused on him even as he pulled his pants down to reveal his cock.