Declan rubbed his fingers over her clit, and she moved herself toward him. He pushed her back, kneading the space in between them to position himself properly. Her unzipped skirt had dropped down, and rather than lift it up again, he slipped it down her thighs, holding his hand out so she could step out of the crumpled puddle of fabric. Declan kissed her softly as he unbuttoned his dress shirt. Still kissing her, he moved against her. He could feel Charlotte’s need blossom as he kissed her; she became more urgent with each sweep of his tongue against hers. Grabbing her by the arms, he backed up suddenly, pulling her with him.

Declan stopped when he had reached the desk sitting in the corner of the suite. He sat in the chair, watching Charlotte stand hesitantly before him. “Go retrieve a pillow from the sofa, please.” He knew her need to please him outmatched her nervousness.

He watched as she padded through the living area and returned quickly.

“Place the pillow on the floor in front of me and kneel, Charlotte.”

Without a word, she knelt upon the pillow, awaiting instructions.

“You may begin, Charlotte,” he whispered. “I do believe you know what I am looking for.”

Declan dropped his hands to his side as she opened the black belt and slowly unzipped his pants. As her gaze fell on the bulge in his boxer briefs, he could have sworn he heard her purr in contentment. She leaned forward and started gently brushing her face across his hardness, teasing it through the cotton. Finally, she pulled his briefs to his ankles, freeing his iron shaft.

The next thing Declan knew her mouth was on him, licking up his shaft as she stared into his eyes. Instinctively, he grabbed her long chestnut hair in encouragement. She responded with a moan and proceeded to give him an immensely pleasurable blowjob. She sucked him eagerly, her cheeks hollowing as she closed her mouth around the tip and applied incredible suction before taking him as deep as she could. Her tongue never ceased moving over his shaft, caressing it, teasing it. More than once, she pushed her head deeper onto it, guiding Declan’s cock into her throat. Her saliva soon coated it, and she held still, waiting for Declan to fuck her mouth. He groaned and grabbed her hair, encouraging her, guiding her mouth back and forth on his shaft.

At that moment, she looked up at him, and Declan released her head, allowing her the freedom to prove her skills. Charlotte did not disappoint. She was incredibly talented at teasing him right to the point of eruption before she changed tactics and alternated between her hand and mouth. Declan was impressed her mouth was able to stretch around his girth. Moans of pleasure filled the suite and melded with the music he had turned on when they arrived.

Charlotte looked again into his eyes, pleading a silent question. Declan reached for her hand and pulled her off his shaft and to her feet. “Charlotte.” He guided her to sit on his desk. As though it was an interview, he found himself assessing her abilities. “Your oral skills are quite proficient, but I am wondering how well you will continue to take orders from me if you find yourself in a precarious position.”

With a wicked grin he had grown so fond of and that rebellious streak that was so irresistible, Charlotte looked at Declan and began to play with her clit, as she said, “Oh, Mr. Pearse, I will do whatever you command. I will be willing to do anything you ask of me.”

Looking down at her fingers disappearing into her slick folds, his cock throbbing in front of him, still soaked in her saliva, he knew it was perhaps the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Still, he had to reprimand her, no matter how much he enjoyed watching her pleasure herself.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he questioned her, the authority in his voice deepening.

Charlotte looked confused but answered, “Yes, Mr. Pearse, please. I want you to fuck me.”

“Well then,” Declan said as he maneuvered her hand away from her body, “you need to follow my instructions implicitly.”

“Yes, Mr. Pearse.”

“Did I give you instructions to touch yourself?”

“No … I don’t imagine you did.”

“Well then, I shall need to punish you for this when I see fit.”

“Of course, Mr. Pearse.”

“It’s okay, Charlotte. Let’s continue,” he said. “Do exactly as I say. First, spread your pussy open so I can get a better look at it.”

With a shiver, she did as Declan asked. Her pussy lips swelled with arousal as her fingers spread them open, and they glistened with her wetness.

Growling softly, Declan said, “Because this is a new arrangement between us, it will come with specific requirements. Do you understand, my dear Charlotte?”

He looked into her eyes and watched as she swallowed before answering, “Yes, Mr. Pearse. I will do anything you require of me. I will be yours, completely.”

Fuck, she already knows my weakness. Declan’s cock throbbed, and he closed his eyes, savoring her promises. After a moment, he looked at Charlotte again and said, “Good girl. Do you want me to fuck you now?”

Her submissiveness came so naturally; her answer almost surprised him. “No, Mr. Pearse. Fuck isn’t an adequate enough verb. Devour. I want you to consume me, devour me. I want you to make me yours, your submissive, your slave, your pet, anything you want me to be. I want to be yours in every way, and I desire to please you in every way you require.”

It was too much for Declan to handle. With a savage growl, he grabbed Charlotte’s legs and spread them even farther apart. Stepping between them, he guided his shaft to her pussy and shoved it in as deep as she could take him, making her scream in ecstasy, her body filled to bursting. Declan’s hand rose to her neck and gripped it, pushing her back until she was flat on the desk, and he was fucking her ferociously. He could feel her becoming wetter as he pounded into her.

Fighting to keep himself from shouting, Declan leaned down and growled into Charlotte’s ear, “You will not come without permission … Do you understand?” Each word bounced like a staccato note between his powerful thrusts. Charlotte nodded. He reached down and pushed the pad of his thumb over her clit and immediately she went stiff, her head tilting back, her back arching. But Charlotte didn’t come. She obeyed, barely. It did not prevent her from begging to come though.

“Oh, Mr. Pearse, please!” she moaned loudly. “Please let me come. Don’t you want to feel me come around your cock? Please, I need to so badly!”

The sound of her voice, that sweet, sexy voice, calling out his name for him washed over him, and he looked down to see Charlotte in all her pleasure. As he recognized the lust, and the total obedience in her eyes, Declan’s own climax erupted, and he groaned, “Now,” as he pumped stream after stream of come into her. Charlotte screamed and kept screaming as she came. He felt a flow of hot, sticky come, hers mixing with his, gush past his cock and against his balls and thighs. She was coming and coming like she’d never stop, writhing around on the desk, her hands clutching it for dear life.

Chapter Six

Morning light bled through the sliver between the bedroom curtains. It was golden and cheery. Charlie stretched and wasn’t surprised to find the space in the bed next to her empty. She danced between getting up or lazing awhile longer, but she was itching to see what the weather was doing. She slipped out of bed, naked, and padded across the room, one arm wrapped around her boobs. Indeed, it was glorious out, all crisp golden sun on magical, sparkling overnight snow.

“Beautiful,” Declan spoke as he came back into the bedroom, carrying two cups on saucers. Tea, how does he think of everything?

“It is beautiful outside. It snowed,” Charlie commented, shifting to find a way to hide, suddenly feeling naked.