Chapter 18
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
LOTTIE
Ha. He’s not so smart now, is he?
Picking up my phone and the TV remote, I scroll the apps until I find what I’m searching for. After pressing the button to make the TV mirror my phone, I place both the remote and the phone on my nightstand. Then I open the bottom drawer as the screen behind Thane’s head comes to life.
“You watch porn to get off?”
Good. I’ve shocked him.
“Sure do. This is Cassio, porn made by and for women. There’s storytelling, and sex the way we want it.”
“And how do you want it, Charlotte?” His tone is even but so low it evokes danger.
“You’ll see.” The movie plays behind him as I pull my vibrator with clitoral stimulation out of the velvet case.
The man on the screen is wearing a suit and staring at the nanny as though he’s about to turn into the Incredible Hulk.
“You want me to take you? Dominate you? Ruin you?” The hero on the screen has a voice I could do without, but I always block him out and focus on his words, because yes, this is what I want. What I’ve always wanted but never trusted anyone enough to ask.
If Thane plans to make me beg, I’m going to make him give me exactly what I want. He stands abruptly, taking his chair with him and relocating to the side of my bed, angling himself so the TV and I are in view.
His gaze is a heated caress that pokes and prods all my pleasure points. It’s almost too much, so I close my eyes and trace my hands in the line he seared into my skin.
“If I fuck you now, dirty girl, you will be mine. Is that understood?”
I open my eyes, then click on the vibrator and run it through my folds.
The man on the screen stalks toward the nanny in the kitchen. I moan when the buzzing sensation hits my clit, and I struggle to keep my vision from blurring.
“Take off your clothes, then spread yourself out on the island like a goddamn buffet.”
Slipping the tip of the vibrator into my pussy, I use my left hand to roll one nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
“Fuck me,” Thane groans. “You’re not even paying attention to the damn video.”
I give him a devious smile and exhale a shaky breath. My back arches when the clitoral stimulator presses against the bundle of nerves again.
“It’s—it’s the fantasy,” I groan. Holy hell, this is so hot.
A rush of hot air hits my nipple, causing me to gasp.
“I didn’t touch,” he whispers an inch away from my flesh. He licks his lips, then blows against my nipple again.
The hot air hurts so good.
My fingers fumble to turn up the speed on the vibrator as I slowly fuck myself with it.
“Is that what you like? Nice and slow?”
“No,” I pant. “That’s for your viewing pleasure.”
His hot breath coasts down my ribs, to my belly button and then my hip.
“Then what do you like?”
His words are so much hotter than the freaking movie on the TV. He’s trying to best me again, but I started this, and I damn sure will be the one to finish it.
Rolling away from him, I stay on my stomach, waiting for the disappointment to creep into his features, and it doesn’t take long.
“Sit down, Thane.”
He mutters something unintelligible, but sits down, so I roll again, this time spinning and scooting my ass to the edge of the bed in front of him. Slowly, I lift my right leg to his left shoulder, then repeat the process on the other side.
“Perfection.” The word is strained as he forces it through his teeth. Then his hands grip my knees, and he opens me up farther.
It’s against the rules, but it’s so sexy, I don’t tell him to stop.
“Such a pretty pussy. Now show me what you really like, Charlotte. No more lies, no more barriers. Show. Me.”
My stomach clenches with each word of his demand, and I do as he asks, picking up my pace with the hot pink dildo I know can’t compare to the real thing. At least not his.
“How badly do you want me to replace that piece of plastic?”
The first hints of release coil in my stomach, and I turn my face to the side as the man on the screen pounds into the woman with brutally beautiful strokes.
“Look at me.” Thane curses while reaching for the remote. “When I’m six inches from your fucking pussy, you will look at me and not another man. In fact, I’m going to make sure you can never think of another man ever again when I fill you so deep and hard, you’ll never forget that it was me pressing against your cervix. It’s me that hit you in just the right way that you explode around me, choking my cock until I’ve emptied every last drop into your core.”
My hand moves even faster, and perspiration dots my skin.
“Show me, my sweet little liar. Show me that a film with questionable acting and a piece of plastic can make you come harder than my cock, my lips, my fucking hands.”
Thane Wilder has somehow found the trigger to my pleasure. I explode in a daze of dancing lights and full-body spasms. I’d be lying if I said it had anything to do with anything other than his voice issuing a command I longed to obey.
“That was one—mediocre, but one. Now it’s my turn.” His words are a dark promise of what’s to come, and I sincerely hope my body and my heart are up for the destruction he’s about to wreak on my soul.
I pull the vibrator from my channel, but his hand wraps around mine and moves it against my clit. I jerk away with a gasp.
“It’s too much.”
“I’ll tell you when it’s too much.” He blinks, then lowers his voice to a whisper—his version of gentle. “Trust me, Charlotte. I know what you can take.”
I nod, and he presses the vibrator back to my overheated skin, this time dragging it around my nipple.
“Do you have condoms?”
I nod. “In?—”
He runs a knuckle through my damp pussy, stealing the words from my lips.
“Where, Charlotte?” My mouth opens, but no words escape as he sinks one long finger into my channel, immediately followed by a second.
“B—bathroom.”
“Good girl.” He grins against my knee, and before I know what’s happening, his lips wrap around my clit, and he sucks so hard my shoulders fly off the mattress.
His tongue flicks relentlessly, and all I can do is hold on to his hair for dear life. When I tug at his silky brown strands, he groans against me—the vibration bringing me closer to the edge.
Right as I’m about to tip over the cliff of bliss, he pulls away and stands. His lips shine, and my cheeks heat with embarrassment as I realize it’s me coating his face.
Then he strides, naked, into my bathroom, only to return a moment later with a handful of condoms.
“Cocky much?”
“You can only be cocky if you don’t perform the way you present.” He rips open the wrapper and sheaths his thick cock with the condom, then climbs onto the bed and lowers himself over me. “And I will perform, Charlotte. Last chance to change your mind. What was it your movie said? If we do this, you’re mine?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well, ditto, sweetheart. Are you mine?”
After the briefest moment of hesitation, I nod. The second I give my consent, he slides into me. One inch after another, he works himself in and out, pushing a little deeper each time.
His arms cage me in, hands planted on either side of my hips, and I grasp his wrists as an anchor. His gaze is laser-focused on where we’re joined. For someone who said he was going to fuck me hard and fast, this is almost…tender.
“Jesus Christ.” He groans and stares at the ceiling. “I’m going to come like a virgin.” His entire body tenses as he stills, and instead of being compliant, I call on my inner brat and lift my hips, impaling myself completely. “Argh,” he roars, before falling on top of me. He holds most of his weight on his forearms as he stares into my eyes. “You’re a little evil, aren’t you?”
I grin until he grinds his pelvic bone into my clit, causing my walls to flutter around him. My arms wrap around his back, holding him to me while I steady my breathing, but all bets are off now, and he lowers his lips to my ear.
“You’ve ruined me, Charlotte. Ripped me open to witness all my scars, and now you own me.” Our bodies fall easily into a rhythm as we slide against each other. “And now I’m going to fulfill my promise.”
“W—what promise?”
His cock slides as deep as possible, hitting a barrier that’s never been touched. Oh God.
“I’m going to ruin you too, sweetheart. So, the next time you think about getting off, I’m the only one you’ll see. I’m the only one you’ll feel. Me.” He slams into me before slowly dragging out. “Only.” Another rough rut. “Me.”
“Yes.” He’s turned me into someone who can only form one word at a time.
“Say it.” He picks up the pace and then hooks my left knee over his shoulder, opening me up to him and allowing him deeper.
The slide of skin on skin reverberates through me while he stares at me so intently that I’m struggling to come up with one coherent thought.
“Say it, Charlotte.” He slips his free hand between my legs, finding my clit instantly, as though he’s memorized the roadmap of my pleasure in a single pass. When he grinds his thumb against it and moves it in a fast, circular motion, stars cloud my vision. “If you want to come, tell me you’re mine.”
He slides his fingers into my mouth while I attempt to decipher the English language, and I suck on them greedily. But he tugs them from my lips too soon and uses his weight to fold me in half even more, then I scream when a finger drags over my puckered hole.
No one has ever touched me there, I’ve never had any interest, but I find myself pushing against him on one thrust and searching for his cock on the next.
“I won’t ask again, sweetheart.”
The tip of his finger slips into my ass, and I fall off the edge into oblivion, screaming his demand until my throat is raw. “I’m yours. I’m yours. I’m?—”
He grinds into me with enough force to steal my breath. Once. Twice. And on the third thrust, he swells inside me while my core spasms and clamps down on him.
He comes with a harsh grunt as his body shakes and spills into mine, and then he hooks under my arms and flips us with him still buried deep inside me, so I’m sprawled out on top of him.
Thane brushes the hair away from my face and stares up at me with so much adoration that my throat completely dries up. “And I’m yours. I’m glad we finally have that settled. Now rest, sweetheart. You need to sleep.”
His large palm cradles the back of my head and lowers me to his lips for a gentle kiss before he lies back and presses my face into his chest. He arranges me around him like a fragile doll before settling with one hand on my head and the other softly caressing my back.
This might be the only time I remember ever feeling truly and completely cared for.