Chapter 10 Chapter ten
Charlotte ordered a dry white wine, and he opted for a premium whiskey.
“So…”
She regarded him over the rim of her glass.
“About this seduction.”
“I don’t sleep around, and I don’t discard women. If we sleep together, there’s no going back.”
“You really are a knight in shining armor.”
“No. A kid with a hard background who tries to do the right thing.”
They spent an hour over their drinks. She told him about her studies and shared that she was considering career options for after graduation.
“You can come work for me. Maybe have a positive influence on the office. And me.”
She rolled her eyes as if that was impossible.
“One could hope.”
He tossed out the idea as a way to keep her close—a natural transition—but the more he thought about it, the more sense it made. She saw the world differently than he did. He was smart enough to know that could be a valuable asset. Not many people had the courage to look him in the eye and call him out.
“I offer fringe benefits. All the spankings you need.”
An interested gleam lightened her eyes, making them appear golden. He adored her many expressions and wanted to explore them all.
“Ah, impact play is the key to your kingdom, isn’t it? You could come to me anytime and I’d kick anyone else out and lock the door. From time to time, I’d even get you off.”
Her breath caught.
“That took me by surprise. I don’t usually orgasm during a scene.”
She clapped a hand over her mouth.
“Wait! I shouldn’t have admitted that. Now you’ll be even more insufferable.”
“Surely that’s impossible.”
“You read my mind, Mav.”
They shared a grin. Solidarity. He’d take that as a win.
“What is it specifically about impact play that satisfies you?”
After laughing, she answered his question sincerely.
“I’ve always channeled my energy into something—ballet, cycling, yoga. But a group of us visited the Quarter a couple of years ago on one of their explore days. There were lots of workshops and discussions, and we had the opportunity to try things, in a very vanilla type of way—over our clothes, that sort of thing. I found peace I hadn’t known I was looking for.”
She took the final sip from her glass.
“A spanking refocuses me, chases away stress. I can study better. Sleep better. I don’t have to have it all the time. Sometimes just knowing it will happen helps.”
“And the men you play with?”
His voice was far sharper than he’d intended.
“I’ve seen the same top a couple of times. But mostly, I see who’s available.”
He didn’t like that risk.
“Thanks to Aviana, the Quarter is a safe place for me to visit.”
She slid her empty glass onto the table.
“I’m ready for bed.”
“Is that an invitation or a dismissal?”
“Despite what you might have believed, I was in total control of my thoughts back at the club when I asked you to make love to me.”
He signaled for the check and paid the bill.
They rode the elevator to the third floor. Then, when they were in the room, she hung out the DO NOT DISTURB sign.
This time, he closed the distance with deliberate intent. He loosened the belt of her coat and slid the garment from her shoulders. Then he kissed her the way he wanted to, coaxing a response and then deepening his probing until her mouth was wide and she leaned into him.
When he ended the kiss, she was breathless, and his hunger for her demanded satiation.
In a few calculated moves, he had her undressed. He toed off his boots and spent a few impatient seconds getting rid of his socks before she reached for his belt.
He allowed her to fumble with it long enough for her to sigh in frustration.
“Allow me.”
He managed to get it apart while she unbuttoned his trousers and lowered his zipper.
“You don’t wear underwear?”
She asked as his trousers fell.
“Another of my many charms.”
She struggled with his T-shirt, and his patience reached its end. Lovemaking would have to wait for later. This was about staking his claim.
He captured her under her ass and lifted her from the floor. Obediently she wrapped her legs around his waist, holding on as he carried her to the bed.
She let go and landed on the mattress with a squeal, still reaching for him. Helping her out, he tugged the shirt over his head and dropped it.
“Mav…”
He yanked off her thong and covered her hot pussy with his mouth. She arched, crying his name. He tongued her clit until her words ran together in nonsensical pleasure.
“Come for me, princess.”
“I want you.”
She grabbed his head.
He pressed on that tiny nub and placed his finger inside her, making sure she was wet.
“Please…”
He left her long enough to grab a condom from his wallet, and when he returned, he kissed her hard, loving the taste of her on his tongue. She was the sexiest woman he’d ever known.
Charlotte spread her legs. His dick was already raging, and he didn’t need a second invitation. He grabbed her hands and pinned her wrists over her head.
“Look at me. I want to see what I do to you.”
He pressed his cockhead to her entrance.
Her eyes widened.
“This is what I want.”
Him as well. He stroked in, a little at a time, until he felt some resistance.
“I want you all the way inside me.”
She pulled free from his grip so she could wrap her arms around his neck. Then she lifted her hips.
He drove deep, then knew the truth.
“Holy fuck.”
“Mav, please.”
He pushed up onto his hands to look into her eyes.
“You’re a virgin?”
“After the spanking, the orgasms…I wanted it to be you.”
Emotions spiraled through him. Shock. Disbelief. And then…humility. She’d chosen him. No wonder his refusal had been such a rejection for her.
“Don’t be mad.”
“Mad is the last thing I am.”
He kissed her again with tenderness.
Now that he knew, now that she’d chosen him, he changed his pace, making love to her rather than fucking her. There’d be time for that later. He stroked in and out, reaching between them to toy with her clit. Then because he knew she liked sensation play, he pinched it, sending her over the edge with a scream.
After he’d satisfied her, he orgasmed.
For long moments, he remained propped up so he could study her, the wonder in her eyes, the satisfied smile on her kissable lips.
When his arms started to shake, he rolled to his side to gather her close, facing him. He stroked her hair, then her spine. Until her, he hadn’t known this was missing in his life.
“That was—”
“If you say nice, I’ll blister your ass.”
“It was…”
She smiled lazily.
“Everything I dreamed my first time would be.”
He sucked in a breath. In his entire life, Mav had never heard sweeter words, ones that meant more. They didn’t feed his ego…they opened his heart. Charlotte had given him the greatest gift imaginable, and he vowed to cherish it. Her.
It would take a lifetime to get enough of this, of her. And a lifetime was the perfect solution to the problems he’d caused when he’d seen her instead of taking her home from the club. Her being a virgin made the next decision as easy as it was inevitable.
“We’ll get married within a month.”