6. Charlie
6
Charlie
I knew I was being too much. The constant texting, the Instagram story about her, the way I couldn’t stop thinking about her, even when I tried to distract myself. But I couldn’t help it. Something about Ana had gotten to me in a way no one else ever had.
I stared at my phone, waiting for a response that still hadn’t come. She hadn’t texted back since last night, and even though I tried to tell myself to play it cool, I knew I wasn’t fooling anyone. I was fucking crazy about her. No, I was obsessed with her. There was no denying it now. The worst part was, I knew I was coming on too strong, but I didn’t know how to stop. If I didn’t push, if I didn’t keep reminding her how much I wanted her, I was terrified she’d slip away. She could pull back and disappear if I wasn’t careful, and the thought of losing her made my whole body fill with dread.
And then there was last night. Fuck .
I shifted in my seat, my body responding to the memory of her taking control. It wasn’t just about what happened—it was about the fact that it finally happened. I always knew I wanted this. I thought about being dominated, needing someone else to take charge, and with Ana…fuck, it was better than I could have ever imagined. The way she moved, the way she commanded every moment. It wasn’t just exciting—it felt like something I needed all along, like a missing puzzle piece that completed me.
Now that it had happened, I needed it more. I needed her more.
She made me feel something I hadn’t felt before, and now that I had a taste of it, I didn’t think I could stop. I didn’t want to stop. I could still feel her hands on me, guiding me, her voice low and commanding.
Fuck, I need her to do it again .
I tapped my fingers against the edge of the kitchen counter where I now stood, the restless energy pulsing through me. I had been with other women, but none of them had given me what I wanted, what Ana gave me. She had me tangled in knots, and the worst part was that I loved it.
I sent her the text this morning, half-expecting no response. Maybe I’d gone too far with the Instagram story, with how forward I’d been. Who knows if she even saw it? But if I didn’t push, what if she drifted away?
Stop, Charlie.
My phone buzzed and my heart nearly leapt out of my chest. I picked it up quickly, hoping it was her. And there it was—her name lighting up my screen.
Good morning. You’re sweet, Charlie. I hope you’re doing well.
Finally . A small reassurance that I hadn’t pushed her away. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding.
But that simple text didn’t calm the hunger inside me. I was teetering on the edge, wanting more—more of her, more of what we had last night, more of that control she had over me. I needed it so badly.
I stared at her message, trying to keep myself calm. She hadn’t pulled away yet, but it wasn’t enough to quiet the constant fear gnawing at me. The fear that she’d disappear like everyone else had.
Being famous is supposed to mean you’re never alone, right? Surrounded by people, fans screaming your name, always in the spotlight. But it’s not like that. Fame is lonely as fuck. You’re constantly surrounded by people, but no one really knows you. Everyone wants something—attention, proximity, publicity. It’s this constant game of wondering why they’re there, what they want.
But Ana was different. She didn’t need anything from me. She had her own life, her own reputation. Former First Lady. More well-known than I was. She wasn’t in it for clout; she didn’t need it. And that made it worse, because she could walk away at any time.
I ran a hand through my messy hair, trying to shake off the dread. Years of questioning everyone around me, wondering if they’re here for who I am or what I can give…it had burned me enough to know. You start to lose track of who’s real and who’s playing a part.
But Ana…I knew she was real. I needed to hold on tighter because for once, I had something real .
I typed out another message, my fingers moving faster than my thoughts.
I’ve been thinking about last night a lot. I’d love to see you again when you’re ready.
I stared at the message before hitting send, my heart pounding frantically. Okay, that’s not too much, I told myself, trying to calm my nerves. It wasn’t as forward as before, but it still let her know I was thinking about her.
Maybe she’ll be more open to that. Maybe this way, she won’t feel like I’m pushing too hard.
After sending the message, I tossed my phone aside, trying to will myself not to stare at it, waiting for a reply. I had to calm down. The more I hovered over my phone, the worse it would be.
I paced around the loft, trying everything to distract myself—reading, cleaning, working out—but nothing worked. My mind kept drifting back to Ana. Has she seen my message? Is she even thinking about me?
Finally, after what felt like hours, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I grabbed it instantly, my heart racing as her name lit up the screen.
Have you eaten?
I stared at the message, a mix of relief and confusion settling in. It wasn’t the response I expected, but it was better than nothing.
No, not yet. Why?
A moment later, she responded.
I’m hungry…but maybe not just for food.
I blinked, my heart pounding as I reread her words. There it was—suggestive, flirtatious, leaving me hanging onto every word. She was playing with me, keeping me hooked.
What are you hungry for?
I sent the message, my anticipation growing. She hadn’t pulled away after all. If anything, she was pulling me in deeper.
I saw something I liked last night. I didn’t get to taste it, but I wanted to.
My breath hitched as I read her words. Oh, fuck. My mind raced back to last night, and I knew exactly what she was talking about. I didn’t even care that she didn’t blow me—all I wanted was her . She was teasing me, and I was getting hard already.
I quickly typed back.
Maybe you should come over and get a taste.
I was fucking hooked.
I stared at the screen, hoping for her next response. My heart was still racing from her last message. But the minutes ticked by and nothing. My finger hovered over the phone, resisting the urge to send something else. Why hasn’t she responded yet?
I couldn’t take it anymore. Without thinking, I tapped the FaceTime button, the anticipation too much to handle. The screen rang once…twice…and then she picked up.
“Charlie?” Her voice was light, and her face appeared on the screen, looking slightly surprised.
“I couldn’t wait any longer,” I admitted, trying to play it off with a grin. “You can’t send a message like that and then ghost me.”
She laughed softly, her eyes sparkling. “I don’t do this often. I was just thinking of what to say next.”
“Well, I’m here now,” I said, my voice low and gentle, trying not to scare her off. “You said you saw something you liked?”
Her lips curved into a teasing smile. “I did. And maybe next time, I’ll take my time and taste it.”
I swear my heart stopped beating. I leaned closer to the screen, as if I could close the distance between us. My cock was straining against my sweats. “I would love that, mi diosa. ”
Ana’s eyes glinted with mischief and she tilted her head slightly, watching me with that same teasing smile.
“I have an idea…” she said softly, her voice dropping to a sultry tone, the same one from the night before that went straight to my cock.
I leaned in. “Yeah? What’s that?”
She bit her lip, pausing for a moment as if deciding whether to say it, then her eyes locked on mine. “Why don’t you show me what you do when you’re thinking about me?”
I exhaled, breathless. “You want to watch me?”
Her lips curved into a slow, seductive smile. “I do. I want to see how much you want me, Charlie.”
My entire body responded to her words, heat rushing through me. Without another thought, I leaned back slightly, positioning the phone so she could see me. “Gladly…if that’s what mi diosa wants.”
I slid my sweats and boxer briefs down, freeing my hard cock. My hand wrapped around it as I began to stroke myself, unable to tear my eyes away from the beautiful woman watching me with unmistakable desire.
“Take your shirt off,” she demanded.
Without hesitation, I tugged my shirt off with one hand, eager to follow her command.
“Good boy,” she praised, and the words nearly made me burst instantly. The way her lips moved, the way she watched me—it intensified everything. I could barely hold on.
“Fuck, mi diosa ,” I groaned, my breath ragged. “Just looking at you, hearing your voice…it’s gonna make me burst.” I kept my strokes slow, savoring every moment.
Her smile deepened. “I want you to come into your hand while you say my name,” she commanded softly. “Then I want you to lick yourself clean.”
The second her words hit me, my body gave in. My cum shot out, covering my palm, and I followed her command, her name slipping from my lips in a low, guttural growl. I waited until the last drop came out before I brought my palm to my lips and licked it clean.
“How does it taste?” she asked, her voice low, and I could see the phone shaking slightly. I knew she was touching herself, lost in the moment.
“Not as good as you, mi diosa, ” I breathed. “You’re so fucking sweet—you’re the only sustenance I’d ever need.”
Her lips parted, and I watched as her eyes fluttered shut, gently rolling to the back of her head. The sight of her getting worked up got me hard all over again.
“You have no idea how much I want to worship you,” I murmured, my voice deep with desire. “How badly I need you.” I wanted to be the reason for her release, even if I wasn’t touching her. “I’m yours, mi diosa . I can’t stop thinking about how perfect you are, how much I want to please you.”
That’s when I heard her low moan, soft and breathless, and then she graced me with a view of her beautiful face, lost in pleasure. The sight of her was too much, and before I could stop myself, my hand was on my hard cock again, stroking slowly, unable to resist.
“Please, mi diosa , let me come again,” I begged, my voice filled with desperation. “The sight of you coming gets me so fucking hard.”
Her eyes fluttered open, lighting up at my words, and I knew I was at her mercy once again. “Yes, baby. Come for me.”
That was all it took. My body obeyed instantly, the release crashing over me with her words echoing in my mind, pulling me under completely.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, I collapsed back, breathless, the intensity of the moment leaving me reeling. My body was exhausted, but my mind…my mind was spinning with only one thought: her being mine.
I stared at the screen, watching her catch her breath, the satisfied smile on her lips sending another jolt of need through me. I’d never been this deep before. This wasn’t just desire—it was something else entirely. Obsession. I knew I was in too deep now to pull myself out.
Ana’s voice, her control, her presence—it consumed me, and I didn’t want it to end. I was hers, in every possible way, and there was no going back. Not now…not after this. I’m not letting her go.