Chapter 12
Deacon
Ilooked over the document Charlotte had emailed me before glancing down at her. She knelt on her cushion next to my chair. Her cheek rested against my thigh, her eyes were closed, and the look of bliss on her face as I stroked her soft hair sent contentment through me. What I wouldn’t give to have this every day.
Then book her more often. It’s not like you can’t afford to book Charlotte more than twice a week. Hell, you could book her five times a week. I bet she’d say yes. She obviously needs the money.
I seriously considered it for a few minutes before ultimately dismissing the idea. My new job was a shitshow and taking up far more time and energy than I anticipated. I already regretted my decision to work with them, and it’d only been a week. I suspected the company was committing fraud, and if my suspicions proved correct, I’d have no choice but to report them.
Despite how much I’d like to have Charlotte kneeling at my feet even more than twice a week, I didn’t have the time.
Who says she’d agree to more play sessions anyway? Maybe she’s too busy kneeling for someone else.
My stomach twisted, and my hand stuttered to a stop against Charlotte’s hair. Her sensitivity and odd awareness of my moods meant she stiffened against me before looking upward. “Mr. Steele? Did I do something wrong?”
“I’m not finished reviewing your work,” I said. “Quiet, please, Charlotte.”
Looking chastised, she bent her head, studying her fingers that twisted in her lap. My annoyance - I refused to call it jealousy - that she might be taking contracts with other men had worked me up in a way I didn’t understand or enjoy.
My voice curt, I said, “Stand, please.”
She stood immediately, giving me an anxious look, her teeth working at that still sore looking bottom lip. I gave her ass a spank, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make her release her bottom lip and stare at me in surprise.
“No chewing on your lip,” I said.
“Yes, sir,” she said.
I returned to my document, ignoring her completely. When she started to fidget, I said, “No fidgeting,” without looking away from the screen. She stilled, and I waited half a minute before, still staring at the computer screen, sliding my hand up her skirt and caressing her bare thigh.
“Where are your stockings?”
“I forgot them, sir,” she said. “I’m sorry.”
I was too busy greedily exploring the silkiness of her soft skin to reply. I skimmed my hand up the back of one thigh and cupped her ass cheek as I clicked through the document Charlotte had typed. I didn’t comprehend a word of it. How could I when Charlotte’s soft skin filled my hand, when her breath hitched in a soft gasp at the first touch of my fingers sliding between her firm thighs?
“Open,” I demanded.
She spread her legs wide, and I murmured, “Good girl,” before cupping her bare pussy. She was hot and slick, and I was pleased she’d obeyed my request not to wax. I toyed with the coarse hair before parting her damp folds and gently rubbing her clit.
Her breath came in harsh pants, and her body trembled. I continued to study the document, my cock a hard pipe in my pants. She made a soft cry of protest when I slipped my hand out from under her skirt.
I had cleared off my desk earlier today, leaving nothing but my laptop. I pointed to the empty space. “Lift your skirt and sit on my desk.”
She blinked at me, shock and a little confusion in her gaze. “I… what?”
“Skirt around your waist, ass on my desk, Charlotte,” I said.
She continued to hesitate, but the look I gave her made her slide in front of me. Her cheeks red, she tugged up her skirt and, with a doubtful look at the desk, sat on the shiny surface.
Her legs were tightly closed, and I tapped one knee. “Open.”
Her face now a bright red, she spread her legs, and I stepped between them. I cupped the back of her neck, studying her bottom lip before brushing my mouth against hers. She returned my kiss eagerly, but I pulled back when she tried to deepen it.
“Please,” she said breathlessly. “Kiss me, Mr. Steele.”
“Your lip is too sore,” I said. “It needs to heal first. If it’s better at our next session, I’ll kiss you. Will you be a good girl and let your lip heal?”
She nodded vigorously. “Yes, I promise.”
“Good.” I brushed her hair back from her face. As much as I loved the sleek smoothness, now that I’d seen her curls, I missed them. “I want you to leave your hair curly for our Sunday sessions.”
“Yes, Mr. Steele.”
Her immediate obedience made my cock even harder. Fuck, I loved how eager she was to please me.
I glanced at my laptop, the document still open on the screen. “The document you sent me was perfect. Well done, little Charlotte.”
“Thank you, Mr. Steele.” Her breath hitched again when I unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her naked breasts to my hungry gaze. I cupped their heavy weight, teasing her nipples into hard buds with my thumbs before dipping my head and sucking on her right one.
She arched her back, her fingers digging into my arms as I switched to her left nipple. Her soft cries and how she rocked her body against mine sent fiery need through me.
I tugged her head back and kissed a soft path across her throat to her ear. I nipped at her earlobe before saying, “You did so well with your work. I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Would you like me to eat your pussy, good girl?”
She trembled against me, her nipple a hard pearl against my palm. She nodded, and I squeezed her breast lightly. “Ask me nicely for what you want.”
Her breath rasped in and out, hot little puffs of air against my skin as she continued to tremble. “Please, sir?”
I chuckled, giving her nipple a light pinch that made her gasp and twitch. “You’ll need to be more specific than that.”
“Mr. Steele, I…”
I brushed my mouth against hers and whispered, “Ask me, good girl.”
“Please eat my pussy, sir,” she said, her cheeks turning a delightful shade of pink.
I smiled at her, pressing my hand against her sternum until she lay on her back. I leaned over her and kissed from between her breasts to her bellybutton, nuzzling it lightly before tracing my tongue along the edge of her skirt’s waistband.
I thought briefly of stripping her naked before deciding against it. Even from our few sessions, it wasn’t difficult to spot Charlotte’s uneasiness whenever I asked her to remove clothing. While I didn’t understand her shyness, not when she had such a magnificent body, I didn’t want anything to ruin this moment. I wanted her to remember only bliss the first time I made her come on my mouth.
I pressed a kiss against her knee before licking my way up her inner thigh. She moaned, her hands gripping the edge of the desk when I nipped her soft thigh. “Spread your legs wider, Charlotte.”
She let them drop open, and I studied her pink pussy, my mouth watering. I’d meant to tease and torment, but I lost all self-control the moment I saw her clit peeking out between her wet pussy lips. Christ, had I ever wanted to taste a woman so badly before?
I pressed my hands against her inner thighs and leaned over, licking her wet slit from her entrance to that pretty clit peeking out. She cried out, her body shuddering and bucking when my tongue lingered on her clit.
I used my thumbs to push apart her pussy and studied her clit for a few seconds before, my mouth still watering, diving in. I lapped at her clit, cleaning away her sweet tasting cream before sucking on the bundle of nerves.
She made another harsh cry, her fingers digging into my scalp as she clutched at my head. I licked and sucked, cleaning away every bit of her sweet cream before returning to her clit.
She babbled softly, nonsense words mixed in with pleas and curses, as she rocked her hips wildly, seeking more friction than my tongue gave her. I slid two fingers deep into her entrance, groaning at how fucking tight she was and rubbed her clit hard with my thumb.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” she chanted.
I nipped her inner thigh again. “Remember the rule, little Charlotte. It’s my name you call when you come.”
“Yes, Mr. Steele,” she gasped, her thighs shaking as I slid my fingers into her.
I bit back my urge to growl at her that my name was Deacon. Sharing our real names was expressly forbidden. Besides, what did it matter if she cried Deacon or Mr. Steele? It was still me, either way. Still, I couldn’t help but wish that I could hear her gasping my real name as she came.
I shook away the thought and concentrated on fucking Charlotte with my fingers as I sucked on her clit. Her cries grew more shrill, and she held my head tight, grinding herself against my face.
I lifted my head, sucking in a deep breath. “Your pretty cunt is sopping wet for me. Isn’t it, good girl?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
I slowed the movement of my fingers, ignoring her soft cry of protest. “Look at me, Charlotte.”
“Sir, please.”
“Look at me,” I repeated.
She stared at me, a look of stark desperation on her face. “Please make me come.”
“I will, baby. But first - are you playing with anyone else?”
She blinked at me. “I… what?”
“Are you playing with anyone else from the agency?”
“Please make me come,” she whispered.
“Answer my question first, baby.”
“No,” she said. “You’re the only one.”
Relief that I had no right to feel washed over me. Still holding her gaze, I smiled and said, “That’s my good girl.”
She shivered, dark eyes locked on mine as I leaned down and licked her sweet cunt. I fucked her with my fingers, curling them and searching for her g-spot as I flicked my tongue across her clit.
She cried out when I found it, her body rising so far off the desk I had to press my free hand against her stomach to keep her in place. I grinned with satisfaction and rubbed hard at her g-spot as I sucked her clit.
She shrieked my name, her voice cracking and her body shaking wildly as her cunt clamped down around my fingers and wetness flooded my face. I licked her through her orgasm before my throbbing dick couldn’t take another moment. I straightened, staring at Charlotte as she sprawled on my desk, her body languid and limp. I unbuttoned and unzipped, yanking out my cock and stroking it roughly. I crowded close between her legs, kneading and caressing her breasts as I stared at her pussy. My balls tightened, and the sight of Charlotte’s glistening pink cunt was more than I could take. I groaned loudly as I came, my cum splashing across Charlotte’s pussy and lower belly. I rubbed even harder, the hot pleasure making my body shake as I coated Charlotte’s skin with my seed.
When I was finally empty, I braced one hand against the desk, my harsh breaths and Charlotte’s softer ones the only sound in the room. Her body still quivered, and I leaned over and pressed a kiss on one diamond hard nipple.
“Don’t move, good girl.”
I tucked my dick back into my pants and quickly walked to the guest bathroom. When I returned with a warm, wet washcloth and a hand towel, Charlotte was where I’d left her on the desk. Her breathing a little steadier, she watched as I wiped away my cum from her soft skin before drying her with the towel.
I sat her up, and she gave me a shy smile. “Thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome.” I pressed a kiss against her forehead. “You were a very good girl today, baby.”
Her smile widened, and I was pleased to see that the anxiety on her face had completely disappeared. I smoothed her hair back from her face. “Charlotte, I -”
My phone alarm went off, signalling the end of our session and stopping me from doing something stupid like inviting her to stay for dinner. Disappointment flashed across her face as I fished my phone out of my pocket and shut off the alarm. She buttoned her shirt, a pinch of worry returning to her face. “Mr. Steele, you know that I’m willing to, um, give hand and oral personal time, right?”
Part of me wanted to laugh at the absurdity of referring to it as personal time, especially when I’d just had my tongue and fingers in Charlotte’s pussy, but I only nodded and said, “I know.”
She cleared her throat as she hopped off the desk and pulled down her skirt. “I know I don’t come across as very experienced, but I promise I’m good at that, um, sort of thing. But if there’s something I can do to make you more open to me providing that for you, please don’t be afraid to say so.”
She started to nibble on her bottom lip, and I gave her ass another light spank. “Leave your bottom lip alone, Charlotte.”
She released it. “I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel, sir.”
I smiled at her. “You were perfect tonight. I prefer to take things a little slower during play sessions.”
“Because of what happened with the woman before me?” she asked.
“What do you know of that?” I asked, my voice sharp.
“Nothing,” she said quickly. “No details or anything. The sisters just mentioned that you left the agency because you were unhappy with the woman before me.”
My irritation and annoyance were clear, and, looking like she wanted to cry, Charlotte gave me a shaky smile. “Thank you again, Mr. Steele. I hope to see you soon.”
She slipped past me and out the office door. I heard the thud of the bathroom door closing and stared out the office window. The day was grey and gloomy and dark clouds had gathered. Snow was starting to fall. Not the soft, fluffy flakes but hard pellets of ice. Ones that would bite into Charlotte’s delicate skin and make it a treacherous walk to the bus stop.
I paced in front of the window for nearly five minutes. It was close to four-thirty, and the sun would go down soon, making it even colder. Charlotte would be walking in darkness by the time she was only halfway to the bus stop.
Will you seriously make her walk in the cold just because she brought up Eloise? She has no fucking idea what Eloise did to you. Why are you punishing her?
I muttered a curse at my immaturity and left my office, nearly jogging down the stairs. Charlotte was at the front door, a purple backpack on her back. She had a knitted cap on her head and wound a scarf around her neck. While I was happy to see she had changed into warm pants and boots, it wouldn’t be enough. Not if how cold she was when she arrived was any indication.
“Charlotte,” I said as she reached for the door handle.
She spun around, touching the straps of her backpack. “Hi, did I forget something?”
“No,” I said. “I’ll give you a ride.”
She smiled at me. “Oh, that’s okay. I’m dressed much warmer than I was the other night.”
“You were freezing when you got here,” I said.
“I’ll walk faster.” She gave me a wave. “Bye, Mr. Steele.”
“Charlotte.” My tone was sharp, and she stopped with her hand on the doorknob. “You’re not walking to the bus stop.”
She hesitated before turning back to face me. “My transportation issues aren’t your problem, though.”
I grabbed my jacket before taking her hand. “If I didn’t want to do this, I wouldn’t offer.”
“Are you sure? Or do you feel sorry for me?” she asked. “Because I don’t want your pity.”
“It isn’t pity,” I said as I led her to the garage.
“Then why?” she asked.
I opened the car door and winked at her. “It’s one hundred percent selfish, little Charlotte. If you freeze to death, I won’t get to taste your sweet pussy again.”
She blushed and giggled self-consciously. “Oh. Okay. Well, I definitely want that to happen again, so I’ll happily accept your offer of a ride to the bus stop.”
I didn’t bother telling her I was giving her a ride home. She’d find that out soon enough. I opened the car door for her and she climbed in and gave me another sweet smile that made my chest tighten. “Thank you, Mr. Steele.”
“You’re welcome, Charlotte.”