Chapter 15
CHAPTER 15
Charlie
“ M mf. Mm, sllp. Lmml, mm.”
All I can see is a head of thick hair bobbing up and down on my lap, rolling smoothly up my dick and back down again, as deep as she can take me.
But I can hear everything, every sloppy slurp, every time she pops me out of her mouth, only to plunge me back into her throat. When she does, my hips raise from the leather platform I’m seated on, and I lose myself in trying to stuff myself deeper.
Nobody gives head like Lottie. Ever since I taught her, she’s enthusiastically thrown herself to the task, moaning like she can’t get enough of the taste of me.
Maybe she can’t.
This Sunday, Lottie’s the sacrifice, and she couldn’t be happier. I remember when she was always the sacrifice, not just on Sundays. I’d take her wherever I could get her, just because I could. I did everything to Lottie, and she never said no. Always wanted more.
Lottie hasn’t changed.
But I’ve upgraded since then.
Although I’ve never told her about my room down here, she wasn’t surprised. I found her waiting and marveling at the X on the wall, the chair with the dip, my cuffs on the floor.
“What should we do first?” she asked excitedly.
“You need to be told?”
“N-no!!”
I’ve lost track of how long Lottie’s been on her knees.
At first, I was catching up on some work on my phone, but Lottie’s talented mouth has my attention now. I’m wondering how I want to finish when Lillian comes to my mind, unbidden. Last time I finished anywhere, it was inside her.
Will Lottie be as tight as Lillian?
After today, I almost don’t want to be any meaner to Lillian. Questioning whether she’s better than Lottie is an insult.
Of course she is.
I open up SolutionHaven and access the cameras in her room, like I’ve done every day since she’s been locked up in there. From this angle, her back is to me as she lies on the bed, looking out the window. I rest my phone on my stomach as Lottie carries on tirelessly, keeping a nice pace. I put my left hand on the back of her head, as a reward.
“Mm!!” she purrs, momentarily encouraged by my touch. She speeds up, so I grab a handful of her hair, warning her. Lottie slows back to the pace I prefer.
Lillian tried to console me in the car earlier. I can’t even process what happened with Mom. Nor do I want to right now.
But the conversation won’t leave my mind.
Lillian’s dad was the one who broke her before I could. She tried to bond with me over that, but I didn’t engage her. I couldn’t. It wasn’t the time or the place.
And now the opportunity has passed.
Is that why she’s in bed, trying to sleep early?
I look at my phone again, wondering if she’s fallen asleep yet.
She hasn’t.
Her body is rocking back and forth slightly in the middle of the bed, her hips leading the movement. And her hand is busy between her legs.
Lillian is touching herself.
A bolt of pleasure shoots through my dick, and it has nothing to do with Lottie. She must feel me get harder because she murmurs her approval and speeds up again. I don’t stop her.
I keep watching Lillian. Her hips work hard against her hand, needy and incessant. The girl can’t help herself. Her head is tucked in toward her chest, and one hand kneads her tits. I watch her pinch her nipple, then toss her head back, her body shuddering and squirming.
Is she thinking of me, my fingers pinching her nipples? Is she trying to remember what I feel like crammed into her tight pussy?
I want to be there, doing it for her.
I stand slowly, gripping the back of Lottie’s head, then thrust in time with Lillian’s hips, breathing harder.
I know where I want to finish.
I want to bust my load deep in Lillian’s tight, wet hole. I want her screaming for me like her first time. Distantly, I hear Lottie’s muffled sounds of struggle as I use her mouth, but I want to hear what Lillian sounds like right now. Is she trying to hold back? Does she want me to hear? Hear her and come scratch that itch?
I can do it for her.
I only see the way her hips rock faster, how her hand pumps between her legs, up her silk skirt. She didn’t even bother to get undressed.
I want to rip it all off her again, leave her a half-dressed mess looking up at me. Her eyes from that day come back to me, the way she glared, the defiance in her eyes meaning nothing in the wake of compliance. I switch camera angles until I get a better view of her face.
“Oh fuuck,” I groan.
With her eyes closed, eyebrows knitting together, she bites firmly into her lower lip. She is trying to hold back, and I doubt she’s doing a good job. I’d like to see her try to keep quiet with me drilling her. I’d make her scream my name.
I want to explode right here and now. I thrust faster into Lottie’s mouth. She whimpers in my grasp as she tries to accommodate my pace, spit bubbling and foaming around her mouth. I don’t know what her complaint is, maybe the floor biting into her knees, her aching jaw or neck, but I don’t care. I’m getting close, getting lost in Lillian’s yearning expression, how her lips move with whispers and cries. She’s touching herself faster, so I speed up, too, taking quick breaths. Then she tosses her head back one last time and cries out, her body curling into itself as she humps her fingers hungrily, milking her orgasm for all it’s worth.
Fuck, if she were on my dick like that?—
With a grunt and a gasp, I wrench out of Lottie’s mouth and stroke my dick fast. I come hard, painting her face and glasses with ribbons of thick cum. I close my eyes and see her sweet face and keep stroking. I’m still rock hard. I want to go to her room and put my lips?—
Lottie licks my tip clean, but I’m so sensitive that the feeling annoys me. I shove her away and glare down at her. For a second, I forgot she was there. While she takes her glasses off, I look back into the security app, but Lillian is already gone, disappearing into the en-suite bathroom.
“Did you like?—”
“Clean yourself up before talking to me,” I snap. The sound of Lottie’s voice is making my dick soft, so I tuck myself away and zip up.
“You don’t want more?” she asks, disappointed. “You can use your Lottie up until you’re satisfied.”
“You don’t listen anymore, do you?” I drop heavily back to the leather platform to catch my breath, exhaustion settling into my bones. This Sunday, I’m not feeling much better after the sacrifice. Lottie has a point—I usually have a little more fun than this, but my thoughts won’t unwind long enough to raise any urges. I especially have no urges for Lottie.
Tommy called her over to get her out of my hair. I told her she could come by. She has. Now I just want her to leave.
When I look back at her, she’s cleaning her face and glasses with the hem of her dress and not having an easy time of it. What an idiot. I can’t have her leave here looking like that.
“Take off your dress,” I say, not hiding the fatigue in my voice. She does so happily before crawling over in her black underwear and bra. She perches at my knee like a dog, waiting for the next command.
I cut to the chase.
“Tommy will give you new clothes to wear. Then you’re going home.”
Lottie’s face crumples.
“Go… go home? You don’t want anything else?”
“No. I told you before. I have a fiancé, and I can’t risk being seen around with another woman. We can’t have doubts cast on the campaign. I’ve got an image to protect, and you don’t fit the image.”
“C-can’t I… I could?—”
“No, you can’t. Even if you could, it’s too late.”
“No.” She sinks to the floor and looks around. “Charlie,” she whines.
“I don’t want to hear it. Go back home, focus on your own life. If I have to tell you again, you’re not going to like it.”
Lottie looks up at me through the lenses of her smeared glasses, her green eyes pitiful. Her mouth is red from how I roughly used her.
She should’ve known she never had a chance.
“Alright?” I press.
“Yes, Charlie,” she says with resignation, finally looking down at her lap.
“Good. How about I send Tommy to play with you? You can say goodbye to him, too.”
Lottie nods, and I’m too tired to deal with her further. I get up with a sigh and head to the ladder, leaving her to sit with her disappointment. If she wants more use, Tommy will be happy to step in.
Just like old times.
“Goodbye, Charlie,” she calls after me.
“Goodbye, Lottie.”
I don’t look back.