handle a guy like me, I knew that for sure. I hadn't been easy on her, but in spite of that, she kept returning to our meetings.
Her ability to handle me in the way she did... well, it turned me on.
My cock started to stiffen. I loved that she was fierce. It made me ache to break her down, to watch her give in. Challenges are the best damn thing.
She's determined, and she doesn't back down. When I'd told her I wouldn't talk about my brother, she still asked. Even after I lost my cool, she still questioned me.
Thinking about the heat that crossed her cheeks when I flirted with her about Mardis Gras caused my dick to rise in my pants. I grabbed the tip gently and squeezed. I was horny, I hadn't had a real woman in years.
I laid back and couldn't help but start to stroke my swelling shaft. I wanted to touch her body, I imagined her tits pressed against my chest, wondered if they were as firm as they looked.
There was a fierce need inside of me to feel her pussy warming from the touch of my fingers. I pulled my cock out to stroke it; it was solid, ready to be gripped firmly as my hand slid up and down.
I imagined I was back at her office, no chains, full range of motion with both arms. I wanted to grab her and pull her in, run my thumb down her cheek and over her chin. I would see her lip glisten after her tongue ran over it, ready for me to kiss her.
Quicker, I pumped my shaft, picturing how I'd grab her blouse and tear it from her breasts, exposing her soft, supple nipples for me to suck. I wanted to run my tongue over each one, feel them harden against my lips. I could see her tilting her head back and moaning, wanting me to keep going.
My erection was in full force, my fist strengthened around my length. I pretended it was her hand wrapped around me, my eyes closing tight as the dream continued.
Charlie gripped forcefully around my hardened member, it was ready to explode. I could see myself sucking her tits, squeezing them between my hands, her body arching with excitement.
I would run my fingers over her stomach and across the top of her panties, teasing her, waiting for her to force my hand inside them. Her hips would sway with anticipation, my fingers reaching for her dripping pussy.
I have to fuck her, I need to feel that pussy wrapped around me.
Heat rippled down into my belly. Panting, I ground into my own palm with desperation. Groaning through my teeth, I fought to stay silent while the pleasure turned my core into a furnace.
Charlie... fuck, Charlie!
I exploded all over my hand. The warm ooze flowed down my palm, tension leaving me in waves. Shit! I thought as I realized I hadn't prepared for this self gratification, I had no rag for clean up.
Fuck it. Doesn't really matter, it's just me in here.
My body was loose through every muscle; a good hand job does wonders for the mind. I would have preferred having Charlie in the flesh, but the fantasy would do for now.
I can't leave here without making her mine at least once. I'll get what I want, I need her . That woman was all I dreamed about from the moment I woke till I drifted into sleep.
She's going to be a challenge, but one I'll conquer.
I shifted around until I found a sock stuffed between the bed and the wall. This will do. I cleaned my hand and threw the sock down next to the sink.
It was late, the lights had gone out a little while ago, but no hint of exhaustion rested in my body. My mind was in a state of turmoil over how strongly I wanted Charlie, how essential it was for me to have her.
I couldn't leave here without getting my way with her.
I wanted more... so much more.
But once would have to do.
All these years I'd waited for the day I would be free, that was what drove me. Charlie drove me now, she gave me energy and desire and too much heat inside my body.
I had thought my lust for freedom could never be shadowed by anything else.
I was wrong.
Chapter Five
Charlie
T he chime went off as I entered the Coffee Bean. I had an