Charlotte Mastered [Internet Bonds Book 3]
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Reviews For INTERNET BONDS Book 3: CHARLOTTE MASTERED by Christy Poff

This story is a sexual feast. The sex is hot and heavy and there is lots of it. For those of you that enjoy a lot of sexual encounter in a master slave situation this book is perfect for you. The story line is slow starting, but once the bad guy enters the picture this turns into a good love story with kidnapping and gunshots and that's all I'm willing to say.
Reviewer Ricki at MayReviews.com

Ms. Poff has some fabulous ideas for story lines and this reviewer could see some good TV movies being made for them. She has a flare for creating dramatic scenes that would play well on TV but fall short in a story. Gina at Love Romances, 3 hearts

INTERNET BONDS: CHARLOTTE MASTERED is a wonderfully fast-paced story that will make you believe in love at first sight. Claudia McCray, 4.5 ribbons

The characters in this book are living breathing people within the pages I read. Simon is a man with a strong drive to find his perfect match to his lifestyle. He is honest about his fears and hopes. Charlotte is a breath of fresh air to me. Her love for Simon is sustaining and stays firm through all their troubles. In my opinion, theirs is a strong relationship that lasts through out time.

I thoroughly enjoyed every minute of this wonderful story. It is full of emotion and creates a wonderful story line that will keep you engaged for hours. Great job, Ms. Poff.

Laura 4 cups, Reviewer for Karen Find Out About New Books, Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance

Charlotte Mastered is the third installment of Christy Poff’s Internet Bonds Series. This story is about love at first sight. When Charlotte and Simon meet it seems like the two were meant just for one another. They complete each other. Simon is blown away by how much Charlotte wants to please him and the lengths that she will go to do so. I enjoyed reading how Simon saw what he wanted and quickly made all the right moves to protect what he had to have. Charlotte Mastered is a definite must-have that readers must purchase.
From Chantay at EUROREVIEWS
Rating 4 Heat level 3

Christy Poff has crafted a subtle, well-written, and arousing BSDM romantic fairytale. I know that “BSDM” and “fairytale” do not always go together, but in this story they do. The story has all of the things that come in a fairytale. There is a hero any woman would enjoy (at least for a while), a heroine all of us would enjoy switching places with (at least for a few hours) and even a villain all can universally hate plus the BSDM aspects that are so fascinating to some.
....If you enjoy BSDM and romances, you will absolutely love Christy Poff’s Internet Bonds Series Book 3: Charlotte Mastered.

Overall rating: 5 hearts, Sensuality rating: Explicit, Reviewer: Yvonne Murray

"This is a perfect example of a true dominate/submissive relationship. Both characters are willing to live this lifestyle 24/7 with no regrets. The sex is emotional and very passionate. Christy Poff has a definite winner with this novel."

Reviewed by Anita 4 1/2 Unicorns, Enchanted in Romance Review

"Charolette Mastered by Christy Poff is full of nasty little surprises and twisted evil entwined the beauty of a true loving Dom/sub relationship. Simon is all Alpha male wrapped in a sophisticated veneer. Charolette is submissive feminine strength all wrapped in bows of delight. The villain is one psycho you will absolutely adore hating without one ounce of guilt. All this set in the lushly decadent underbelly of Washington politics makes for one gut twistingly exciting read. Ms. Poff takes the reader deep into the world of BDSM and makes it understandable and even comforting. Ms. Poff has a talent for building suspense and sexual tension simultaneously; and it does not hurt that her sex scenes could light a fire at a distance of one hundred paces. Congratulations on creating another BDSM thriller with a strong, loving Dom/sub relationship at its core."
Reviewer Keely Skillman, 4 stars

"Internet Bonds Series Book 3: Charlotte Mastered is an intense erotic romance where two passionate characters find someone that loves them for who they are and offers them more happiness than imaginable. Simon has almost everything a man could want; money, private business, estates on each coast, but he is missing the one thing he needs the most. Charlotte is a businesswoman that spends her days making decision and desperately wants someone to take care of her, make the decisions for her, and command her every pleasure. The instantaneous chemistry between Charlotte and Simon is hot, tantalizing, and will leave readers riddled with anticipation. It only gets more explosive as the pages turn. Add in the suspense and danger that a powerful yet deranged man causes and readers will be on a roller-coaster of emotions from page one to the very last one. Upon conclusion, readers will release the breath they have been holding, calm their heartbeat, and hope the next story in this series is waiting for them. Christy Poff has done a wonderful job at bringing erotic passion to life within these pages and keeping readers on the edge of their seat from the adrenaline rush they get from the hot passion, dangerous turns, and all-consuming love Simon and Charlotte find. 5 Angels!"

Reviewed by: Jessica Fallen Angel Reviews 5 Angels

Excerpt

Sample Chapter For INTERNET BONDS Book 3: CHARLOTTE MASTERED by Christy Poff

Charlotte fidgeted on the leather bench seat of a banquette set in the rear of one of the ritziest restaurants in Washington, DC. She waited for the man she would spend the evening with, a man she’d never met before this night, aside from their conversations on the internet. She crossed her legs in an attempt to stop her reac-tion to the cool feel of the smooth seat beneath her.

She glanced at her watch and inwardly groaned when she found she’d arrived early and still had several minutes to wait for Simon Anderson, her blind date. While she waited, she remem-bered how this night had come about. Would it be worth it, or a waste of time? Why did I take the chance? What if he was a dangerous…

“May I get you something from the bar while you wait?” the waiter asked.

“White wine, thank you.”

Charlotte James thought back to the first contact she’d had with this man in a chat room she stumbled into. She surfed the net often to learn more about submissives and dominants and their life-style because she had a fantasy of being controlled by someone when it came to her personal life. As it stood now, she had too much control and it scared her.

Charlotte operated a successful tour business in the Capital and co-coordinated moonlight walks with haunted tours once a month during the full moon. She managed it to be so profitable, it virtually ran itself. She had no life outside her work, could add boredom to her list of attributes and it made her uneasy. In all her life, she would never have dreamed she’d come to this point, much less actually attempt to make her fantasies become reality—and with a stranger, no less.

One night, as she chatted with several others, one of the members asked her to instant message him privately because he wanted to get to know her better and discover whether they’d be good for one another.

They spent several days e-mailing back and forth, as they learned more about each other. One thing he needed to know as a Dominant was about her health, as he didn’t want misdirection to tear anything coming of this apart. He wanted no lies or secrets be-tween them, as it would undermine the Dom/sub relationship. In good faith, he sent her a certificate stating he had blood tests, all negative in results. She returned a copy of hers to him and with the health issues out of the way, they arranged to meet.

She agreed to his offer when he sent her the invitation to meet him in a public place like here at The President’s Pub. He intrigued her and it impressed her how he wanted to get to know her before they actually met so he could set up their evening. His caring and compassion for their future amazed her, as she would never have thought about blood testing or the like. Am I truly as naïve as I seem?

He asked her questions and told her to answer truthfully. What she searched for had its basis in absolute truth. Without it, someone could get hurt emotionally, physically or both ways and he didn’t want that to happen.

“You are already special to me, Charlotte, and I would never intentionally hurt you for the world.”

“Simon, I don’t know what to say. How could I be this impor-tant in your life so soon?”

“Meet me at eight and we’ll have a late dinner. I think you’ll enjoy the evening I have planned.”

“I’ve heard good things about the restaurant.”

“It’s my favorite. In fact, I have a standing reservation for a very secluded table where we won’t be disturbed.”

“Sounds interesting.”

“I’d like you to dress in the outfit I will send you tomorrow. You may not wear anything but what is in the box. Do you under-stand me?”

“Yes, Simon, I do,” she replied. What does he have planned?

“Make sure you keep Saturday and Sunday free, because if dinner goes well, I have plans for the remainder of the weekend.”

“Do I need to pack a bag?” she asked.

“No.”

She wondered what he had up his sleeve and looked forward to what would come next.

* * * *

On Thursday afternoon, a messenger knocked on Charlotte’s office door. He held a huge box in his hands and waited for her to show him where to place it.

“Please, put it on the couch if you don’t mind.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied. He placed it on the end, then left without a word. She watched him and wondered about what she had gotten herself into.

Charlotte walked over to the couch, sat down, and removed the bow holding the box closed. After she put the lid to the side, she moved the tissue paper out of the way and gasped. She pulled out a beautiful dress of midnight blue. The short dress would rest halfway between her knees and hips, though it had a sheer over-dress, short in the front and long in the back. She marveled at the floral motif on the diaphanous material, then at the entire dress. The dress was V-necked in the front and back, it had no sleeves but thin ribbons at the shoulder line to fall gracefully along her arms.

Next, she pulled out matching midnight blue stiletto pumps and gasped. Simon had extremely good taste and knew how to dress a woman. She brushed her fingers over the thigh high stock-ings and when she moved them aside, she found an envelope.

She pulled the card out and caught her breath.

This is all you will wear to our first meeting, no more and no less. If you misbehave, I will have to punish you for doing so. You will wear your hair loosely piled on your head and hold it with the hairpins I’ve sent. I do not want you to wear any jewelry or lingerie. Your evening will only be as pleasurable as you want it to be.
Till Friday night,
Simon

Slowly, she let out her breath and reread the note. Can I do this? Yes, I can and I will enjoy it. She placed the dress and accessories back in the box and closed it. After she gathered her things, she left the office and went home.

While she drove, her imagination ran wild. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what he had in mind for her, but as she drove out of the city and into Falls Church, she began to sense what this man could do to and for her. She tried to change her position in the car seat but the seat belt held tight. Had there been a method to the de-signer’s madness, or was he a Dom at heart?

Charlotte felt wet between her legs and could imagine her panties had been soaked. The mere thoughts of what she might be doing in the near future caused her body to react in a way she needed to take care of. She sped up as much as the legal limit would allow and got home quicker than she normally would. She parked in the garage of her townhouse, grabbed the box and her purse, and quickly went inside.

She dropped the box on the kitchen table and raced upstairs. The heat had built to a raging fire in need of some control. Her breasts ached to be touched and as she stripped out of her clothes, she noticed her nipples had become very firm. She slipped out of her skirt and panties and found her assumption had been right, as they had been drenched.

On the nightstand sat one of her toys, one she used to replace the attentions any man could pay her. After her breakup with her cheating fiancé, she’d sworn off men, invested in some toys and had quietly satisfied her needs, at least until now. She grabbed the vibrator and ran it over her nipples to start with. Then she lay across her bed and ran the humming toy along her body to between her legs, where she concentrated it on her clit.

Greedy, she grabbed another and inserted it into her pussy, thrusting it in and out as the other one remained on her clit. Char-lotte cried out as she climaxed, satisfying the need Simon had be-gun with his gift. She prayed he was as good or better. She realized what she needed was a real live man to fuck her and take care of her needs. If her date with Simon worked out, she would be elated, and if it went into the weekend, well…

Alone in the darkness of her bedroom, Charlotte repeated her dual vibrator orgasmic experience and fell off to sleep dreaming of her mystery man and the control he already had over her.

* * * *

Simon delivered the box to Charlotte James’ office, did as she told him by placing it on the couch, then left. He looked at her and his cock hardened. This woman had something about her, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what. He would definitely find out when he met her for dinner.

He couldn’t get over how beautiful his next and hopefully, last conquest was. He wanted a submissive who would stay with him for a while. If everything worked out, he might even consider marriage. Everything depended on one dinner and it scared him. After all these years, he placed his entire future on one meeting. What am I? Nuts?

He laughed. To be a Dominant, one had to be a bit crazy, just not too much. Overly crazed Dominants wound up hurting their submissives in every way. He heard where one Dom had put his sub in the hospital after he lost control. Simon prayed he would never go off the deep end. No, he expected the evening to be a success.

In his black Lexus, Simon waited for Charlotte to leave the of-fice. He wanted to see what she would do. He got his answer when he tried to follow her through traffic on the Beltway. He knew from the way she drove, she fought to keep her body from reacting to the gift and the suggestion his note gave. Damn, the woman is hot…

Once her Mustang disappeared into her garage, he drove off. The last thing he wanted was to be caught by a cop and charged with being a peeping tom. He had the satisfaction of learning she could be controlled with suggestions and he knew she would defi-nitely respond well to other things. The weekend looked like it would be a success.

He drove home to his Georgetown mansion and went upstairs to prepare the house for his weekend guest. Simon called his butler to advise Allistair of his plans.

“Allistair, you and the staff may have the weekend off. I will be bringing home a guest on Friday night and wish to have the house to myself.”

“When do you want us to return, sir?”

“Monday morning will be fine.”

“Very good, sir.”

Simon nodded and checked to make sure he had the items he needed.

“Sir, should I get the usual for the pantry?”

“Yes, I think so. Make sure to get strawberries, blueberries, the usual.”

“Yes, sir.”
“Oh, and, Allistair, make sure the farm is ready, too, in case my plans change.”

“Yes, sir.”

Allistair left the room and his employer to his thoughts. Simon depended on Allistair and his ability to be very discreet when needed. Allistair knew about Simon’s lifestyle and never con-demned him for it, one thing Simon had always been grateful for.

Satisfied he had everything, Simon went to the inside wall of the master bedroom, found a hidden switch and pressed it. A panel opened into a secreted passageway built into the house by the own-ers in the early 1800’s. He had read documented proof of the house being used as a stop on the Underground Railway and made sure the property remained in the Anderson family. As wealthy as the family was, he could afford his lifestyle and the advantages the house afforded.

In their discussions, Charlotte revealed her fantasies of bond-age. He checked his playroom as he called it and found he had every-thing she’d asked for and some surprises. If it all worked out, he would give her a weekend she would never forget and hopefully, a lifetime to keep enjoying it.

* * * *

Charlotte sat and waited. She checked her watch to find she still had time. While she sipped her wine, she thought of how he made her feel as she dressed. It surprised her how he could domi-nate her emotions and not even be in the same room with her, definitely a new experience for her.

She showered, then lay across her bed to relax. A slight breeze blew across her body and made her feel wonderful as she imagined Simon’s fingertips across her skin. She felt her body as she became excited. A small droplet of liquid dampened her skin as it oozed from her slit. What kind of power did this man have over her?

After she rolled to her back, she slid her fingertips to her clit and touched it. She rubbed it gently and brought herself to climax. For once, it didn’t seem as dirty as she had been brought up to be-lieve. Granted, using toys ran along the same lines as what she en-joyed doing now, but to her, toys were a different story as she had something between her hand and her sensitive areas where she used them.

She pictured Simon as he might make love to her and moaned. She rubbed a little harder and cried out as shudders racked her body. When she pulled her hand away, she found it soaked and knew deep inside, this evening would lead to a permanent situa-tion, or so she hoped.

After another shower, she dressed as she’d been instructed. First, she carefully rolled the thigh high stockings up her long legs, then she slipped the dress over her head and let it fall down the length of her body. The mere touch of it on her nipples hardened them. She felt strange wearing nothing underneath it, but she knew he had everything planned out and she refused to ruin this evening.

Once her hair had been pinned up, she checked her look one last time, then went to leave. She grabbed her keys and the small clutch with her lipstick, her AMEX and her driver’s license, plus some emergency money, then went down to the garage. She slid into the car and gasped as she felt the material of the seat against her body. She took a deep breath, then started her Mustang and drove to the restaurant. A valet parked the car for her and she went inside to meet Simon Anderson.

* * * *

“Ah, Charlotte. You look ravishing.”

“Thank you.” She looked at the man standing over her and caught her breath. He stood six foot, had dark blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and had to be the most handsome guy in all Washington.

“Allow me to introduce myself. I am Simon Anderson.”

“I’m so glad to finally meet you in person.”

He slid into the seat next to her and trapped her to make sure she couldn’t escape him. She gazed at him and felt heat begin where his leg touched hers. She eyed the Dior suit, black with black shirt and tie, and guessed she’d just met a man with lots of money.

“Did you do as I instructed?”

“Yes.”

“You will call me master unless there are others near us. Do you understand?”

“Yes, master.”

“Very good. Now, before we go any further, I want you to choose a safe word.”

Charlotte sat in thought for a few minutes before she an-swered him.

“Stop?”

“Very well. When you feel the need to use it, you will say stop and nothing more will happen until we talk about it.”

“Yes, master.”

“Good. Now, I want you to hike the skirt up over your hips, because I want your gorgeous ass sitting on the leather.”

Charlotte did as he told her and heard his reaction. He smiled and she felt pleasure because she’d pleased him. She’d never had the need to do that in all her life until now and she found she liked what it did to her.

The waiter brought Simon his Martini and another glass of wine for Charlotte, then left them alone. Simon looked at her and locked every fact about her he could into his memory.

“Charlotte, how do you feel?”

“Good, master.”

“Are you ready for whatever will come this weekend?”

“Yes, master.”

“Good. I want you to spread your legs and let me see your pussy.”

She hesitated and he looked at her.

“Charlotte?”

“The waiter, master…the others…”

“…Are ignoring us. Dinner has been ordered and will be served at a specific time. I did this so we could get to know each other without interruptions. Now, I’ll let this go this once, but the next time you hesitate, I will punish you. Is that clear?”

“Yes, master.”

“Now, I want to see your pussy.”

Charlotte did as she was told and waited for what might come next. She felt the heat of his gaze on her, her body answering it.

“Charlotte, you will not come until I permit it. You will ask my permission, or you will wait for my command.”

“Yes, master,” Charlotte replied as she fidgeted to relieve the slight but noticeable throb. The chill of the seat helped a little, but not much as she couldn’t move from where she sat.

They talked for a few minutes while Charlotte calmed. She jolted when his hand touched her and began to play with her clit. Soft, easy strokes designed to drive her crazy, and they did. She clenched her muscles around him to stave off her answer to his probing fingers. He grinned as his other arm slipped behind her and grabbed her breast. Charlotte caught her breath.

She couldn’t believe what was happening in one of the most exclusive restaurants in the nation’s capital, but here she sat on the verge of climaxing and no one around them cared. The thrill of it acted like an adrenaline rush and she whimpered.

“No, sweet Charlotte. You will not come.”

“Please, master.”

“No, my sub, you will hold back until I allow it. You can do it, trust me.”

“But, master…”

“Have some wine.” She took the glass and drank the wine. She discovered it took one part of her concentration away from what Simon busied himself doing. She felt euphoric from his touches and wanted more.

“Put the glass down and kiss me.”

“Yes, master.” She set the glass off to the side, raised her lips to meet his, and enjoyed the most wonderful kiss of her life. His tongue explored her mouth while his fingers did the same to her nipple and pussy. Touched in several places at once, her body soared out of control. She whimpered into his mouth as she tried to hold back.

“Come for me, Charlotte. Drench my hand.” His tongue delved into her mouth as he drank her cries and felt her soaking his hand. Heat personified, Charlotte James was exactly the woman he’d sought for the last several years and he refused to lose her. As he applied light pressure to her to keep her aroused, his other hand held onto her breast and pulled her close. She writhed with his rhythm and curled into him.

“Master, please…”

“You will go into the ladies room and clean up. I want you to insert these into your pussy.”

“What are they, master?”

“You’ll find out. Now, go. Dinner will be waiting when you return.”

“Yes, master.”

She slid from the seat as Simon extended his hand to assist her. He held it and their gazes met when he pulled her close to him. As she stared into his icy blue eyes, she felt him raise the filmy material of the overdress up the length of her body, followed by the hem of the main dress. His hand gently gripped her ass and squeezed it.

“You feel very good in my hand, sweet Charlotte. I want the dress to remain over your hips while the outer one falls back.”

“Yes, master. As you wish.”

Charlotte couldn’t believe how easy she had fallen into the submissive she was obviously suited to be. It seemed natural to her to call this man her master and give him her trust. She’d never trusted anyone as much as she had a stranger in the last hour or so of her life. What was it about Simon Anderson and why do I enjoy this so much? Why do I feel the intense desire to obey his every wish?

She walked to the ladies room after he placed a kiss on the back of her hand. Heat coursed through her once more from his brief touch. Her stomach felt at a loss because she no longer stood in his presence. It gave her a small incentive to hurry with his re-quest, then go back to him. Once in the lounge, she checked for any other women, only to find herself alone. After she washed up, she looked at the balls in her hand and thought she had an idea of what they were meant to accomplish.

She inserted them in her pussy and felt her muscles automati-cally clench around them. The sensation rocked her as they moved around inside her and vibrated against the sensitive spots she barely grazed with her vibrator. Oh, my God!

A mini-climax begged to overtake her, though she did her best to stave it off. She could not come unless he allowed it and she didn’t want to be punished for disobedience. It took several min-utes to steady herself while the pleasure balls did exactly what they were meant to do.

* * * *

Simon watched her as she walked across the floor to the pri-vate lounge of The President’s Pub. In all the years he’d availed him-self of this spot, he’d never had as enjoyable experience as he was having now. He noticed Charlotte’s reticence about his requests taking place in a public place, but knew she would understand once he explained.

Simon Anderson, multi-millionaire and entrepreneur, owned Washington’s hottest nightspot. The club had a clientele of some of Capital Hill’s hottest senators, congressmen, justices and Cabinet members. Even an infamous president wanting to have his private trysts with his interns or whoever else used the private room for his personal fun. The club catered to those who enjoyed the life of BDSM while needing secrecy and discretion. Simon had made a lot of money and many influential friends thanks to this venture and he intended to continue.

As he watched Charlotte walk, his cock hardened while it begged to enter her hot, wet pussy. He enjoyed the sight of her naked ass under the sheer fabric and wanted her more. While he waited, he went to the men’s room and washed his hands, but only after he sniffed the scent of the woman who drove him insane. He tasted her and committed her scent and taste to memory.

What he hadn’t told her had been the fact he had investigated her to learn everything he could about her. He spent one night fol-lowing her as she uncharacteristically led a tour through the center of Washington. His reaction had been the same then as it was now. He had to have her and no one else ever would.

He thought of the gift he had waiting for her at the mansion and hoped she would agree to wear it. He’d bought an Italian gold and diamond necklace for her to always wear as a sign of his domi-nance over her. Only other Doms would recognize it as his signa-ture of ownership as he intended to be the last man she ever looked at.

He returned to their table and turned to see her walk back from the room’s private lounge, a quirk of the club. Every room, while public, had privacy in every way. He could tell she was still trying to figure out how to keep the Ben-Was inside, as she knew punishment would follow if she didn’t. She’d been very accepting of the ground rules and had already shown him a strong desire to please him, no matter what he asked. How far would she go with him before she uttered her safe word?

“My sweet Charlotte, tell me how you feel.”

“I want to come for my master. Please, may I?”

“Not yet. I want you to get used to the balls and enjoy them before you do.”

“Yes, master.”

Simon smiled when he saw the hint of a groan as she fought to keep them inside her. In time, her muscles would strengthen, but for now, the view he had of her working to hold them pleased him.

“I see your dress is where I placed it. Very good, my lovely sub.”

“Thank you, master. How may I please you next?”

Her question stopped his breath for a brief moment. He had an idea and decided to try it to see what she would do.

“I think I want you to suck my cock. You keep arousing me and I need some relief.”

“Yes, master. I’d be glad to.”

“If it would make you feel better, you may go under the table behind the cloth…”

“No, if master would lean against the wall here so I may sit on the bench…”

“Interesting idea. Do it, sweet Charlotte, but make sure your lovely ass is naked next to the leather.”

“Yes, master.”

He leaned against the wall as she suggested and faced the ban-quette, his back to the restaurant. He watched her slide his zipper down and gasp when she found he wore nothing underneath his expensive suit. His cock fell into her hand and she caressed the vel-vety feel of his skin. Her tongue brushed the drop of pre-cum from his head as she ran it up and down its hard length.

He groaned as she took him in her mouth, his entire length without problem or hesitation. She teased him with her tongue, then began a slow torture of his senses. No woman had ever sucked him like this. He put his hand to her head and pressed her face to him as she increased her speed. His hips moved with her as he ex-ploded into her mouth and she took every drop of his seed. God, I’ve got to fuck her pussy. She’s…

“Is master pleased?” she asked as she pulled away from him and looked up at him.

“Yes, I am. We will now switch places.”

Charlotte stood where Simon had been as he sat in her place. Her hands went to his shoulders as he pulled her close. He pulled her leg up so her shoe was on the edge of the seat.

“You are beautiful, sweet Charlotte. You pussy is beyond de-scription.”

“Thank you, master.” She gasped as the Ben-Was moved.

“Not yet, sweet Charlotte”

“I will behave, master, I swear… Oh…”

“Charlotte?”

“Please, master, make me come for you.”

Simon buried his face in the folds of her pussy and teased her clit before he thrust his tongue into her. As he did, his thumb pressed her clit and drove her over the edge. She felt his hand be-hind her as it made its way to her ass and squeezed. As he savored his appetizer, he felt her fight to hold her climax and smiled.

“Yes, Charlotte, come for me and feed me. Let me drink from you and taste you.”

Charlotte cried out as she came and the orgasm sent shock-waves throughout her body. She ignored the fact of where they were. Simon was the only one in the room and her world. She dug her nails into his neck as her body bucked and reeled.

“Master Simon, how may I please you?”

“I have many ways for you to please me. Believe me, this is just the beginning.”