Obedient (The Plunge Crew Book 2) (2 page)

C
harlotte Matthews
…

Her name runs on a loop through my brain.

I feel like a complete fucking pussy still thinking about her the next day, but shit if I can't get that taste of her sweet cunt out of my head. The way she trembled against my tongue when she came…

Fuck.

Grabbing my cock out of my sweats, I fist it in my palm. My finger swipes at the cum leaking from the tip, and I wet the head of my cock with it. Giving my dick a few strokes up and down, it grows even larger in my hand as I think about spreading her pussy open and plunging inside. I jerk it faster, gripping it so tight it's like a vice. That's what her sweet cunt will feel like—prim and proper and barely touched. She'd take it like a champ, though. I'd fuck her raw from behind, my hips smacking against her ass as I pounded into her.  Just the thought has my balls tightening until I'm emptying myself into my palm like a fucking school boy.

Pathetic.

Leaning across the couch, I grab a tissue and wipe up the mess, then stuff my dick back down my pants. God, I really am pathetic. I can't remember the last time I whacked off in the middle of the day, let alone to a girl like Charlotte Matthews. But there's just something about her. I'm not sure if it's her uptight attire, that silly bun, or the idea of corrupting her, but this school teacher has gotten under my skin. For some reason, the idea of lifting up her skirt and reddening her ass does it for me. Bring her to heel…

Yeah, that’s exactly what I need. I want to see her crawl to me on all fours and wait for me to give her permission to lick my cock.

Down boy.

I'm not fifteen, and I'm not going to jack off two times in one day. Once is bad enough. But my dick is sporting a semi now—great. I need to distract myself. Glancing around the room, I realize I do have some work to complete. As I reach for my computer, I hear a faint knock on my door and then it grows a bit louder. 

I head to the door and swing it open. Speak of the devil… There she is, the star of my latest fantasy. She scurries back like a scared mouse as I leer at her like the predator she must think I am… And I am. I'm going to ruin this girl, and it's going to be fun. 

“Charlotte,” I purr. Even standing a few steps away, I can see her whole body shiver. That’s right, Charlotte, I’m going to own you.

She’s dressed more casual today verses yesterday, but it is Saturday. Regardless, she’s sexy as fuck, and to add fuel to the flame, she has a pair of black reading glasses resting on her nose. Her hair is still in a bun. She’s fucking perfect.

She bites her lower lip and looks down to the floor. “Teach me,” she mumbles out.

“What?” I ask lifting an eyebrow.

“Teach me,” she repeats. Her eyes peek up at me to make sure I’ve heard.

“Teach you what?”

“Teach me how to…” Her upper teeth gnaw on her lower lip some more, and I’m afraid she might draw blood. As much as I love dolling out pain, blood is not my kink. “Teach me to…please a man.”

Her words take me aback.

I had assumed I’d have to chase her, wine and dine her, lure her in, but my little Charlotte is standing here, begging to be defiled by me in the most delightful way.

My mouth turns up. “Teach you how to fuck? Go on…say it, Charlotte.” I love watching her face flush red as I torture her by forcing her to repeat my words.

“Really? You want me to—”  

“Yes, Charlotte, I do. I want to hear you say it.”

She lets out a loud sigh before her mouth trembles open. “Teach me how to fuck, Bryce.”

“Good girl. Now give me the specifics. I want to know what exactly you’re asking me for before I agree to anything.” I’m messing with her. I’d agree to anything that involves fucking the hell out of Charlotte Matthews.

Her back straightens as she readies to give me the details of what she wants. “I want you to show me…everything. I want you to teach me how to have sex, how to fuck. I want you to teach me how to please a man.”

“Have you never pleased a man before?” I quirk my brow.

“I don’t know. I was only with one—”

I lift my hand. I don’t want to hear this shit. The idea of any man touching this girl has me seeing red.

“Sorry.” She bows her head, embarrassed to be giving such intimate details. “He told me I was the worst of his life right before he broke it off with me.” The pained look on her face has me angry at the bastard who didn’t treat her well.

“If you didn’t please him, it’s because he didn’t do a good job telling you how. Every man is different, Charlotte. You have to learn to read the signs and adjust to the cock in front of your face.”

She nods her head adorably. “I want to learn. All my friends are getting married, and I’m not even ready to date. I can’t. Not after how bad he made me feel. I need to know before I jump into the dating world so I don’t embarrass myself again.”

Her words pull some invisible string in my chest. “Fine, but no questions asked. I want you obedient, can you handle that?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Bryce, I can be obedient,” she whispers. Hearing those words leave her mouth has me hard in my pants yet again.  

“Good girl,” I assert and her pupils dilate hearing my words. Interesting. Taking a step back from the door, I reach for the pad of paper and pen and scribble an address down. “Be here at eight.”

“Where am I going?” She nibbles her lip again as she waits for me to answer and my dick twitches in response. Her innocence is intoxicating. It makes me want to reach out and devour her.

“Don't worry. It's a hotel. Neutral ground.”

“A hotel?” 

“Yes, one of my friends owns it. It’s perfectly safe, and I figure you’ll be more comfortable meeting me there to discuss how we’re going to proceed.” She nods and tries to step back, but I grab her arm and press her body to me. Her core rests against my now throbbing erection “Give me your phone?” She hands it over to me and I type in my number. Then I shoot myself a text. “Now I have your number,” I say as my lip splits into a wicked smile.
“Until tonight.” My arms pull her even closer, melding her mouth to mine.

“Mmm,” she moans as I pull away and grin down. Her eyes are still closed, and her chest heaves.

Yep, this is going to be fun.

I
’m shaking from nerves
. This isn’t a good idea. I shouldn’t be doing this.

But oh, do I want to.

It took me all of 12 hours to decide I wanted more after last night’s motorcycle ride. I sat up all night regretting the way I left things. Only a child would run off like that. The thought of how many girls he must have used all these toys with had me freaked. When I finally calmed down enough to think about it, everything became clear.

I don’t give a shit what Bryce Decker thinks of me. He’s not my type anyway. Since he’s clearly fine with being a manwhore, he’d be the perfect person to get me prepared for a real relationship. He would be a perfect rebound. I finally went to sleep last night with the plan to go to him with an offer I doubted he’d refuse and as I suspected this morning, he agreed to the proposal. So here I am...and I’m back to freaking the hell out.

It’s 7:45 and I’ve circled the hotel four times. I should just do us both a favor and turn around, go home, draw a bath, and get back to my boring as hell life. Well, it’s not all boring. I have the kids, and they are my world.

Not my kids. I’m a teacher so I care for eighteen little rascals all day. I come home, grade papers, eat a light dinner, and then go to bed. There isn’t much time in my life for dating. And forget about hookups and one night stands. That’s just not me.

Bryce is not me.

When he’s around me, my body hums. I yearn for something more, something raw. Every time he looks at me I swear he can read my thoughts and see my soul. It’s a penetrating gaze that seems to know me better than I know myself, at least when it comes to sex.

Sex is the only thing I will ever want from Bryce Decker. He’s trouble with a capital T, but I can tell he knows what a man wants and he knows exactly how to get it. He’ll teach me what I need to know to be a man-eater, and ultimately I’ll catch my prince and keep him happy.

My legs are shaking, and butterflies are taking flight in my stomach. What is this meeting? Will it be like the whole ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ thing? Will he make me sign some sort of demented contract? Will I have to give up ice cream?

I don’t have another second to ponder the many ways that this is a horrible idea because my phone rings beside me.

“Hel-hello?” I stammer.

“Why are you circling the hotel again? Get your ass in here.”

Oh God. How does he know that?

“Charlotte, now. Don’t keep me waiting.”

The line goes dead, and I know that it’s either sink or swim. If I’m going home, it’s gotta be now. I know that’s the right thing to do, this man will eat me alive, but I crave it. Parking the car is easier than I thought once I get my brain to catch up with my core.

He meets me at the hotel entrance. He’s wearing ripped jeans and a white button-up shirt with the sleeves pushed to his elbows. The white makes his olive toned skin stand out, and his tousled black hair only serves to highlight his deep blue eyes.

Oh my God. I might die.

“Charlotte.” He nods in acknowledgment while scanning my body.

“Bryce,” I reply back stiffly, hoping to cut to the chase.

“Ah, so you’re playing it that way? Let me assure you, Charlotte, there will be no rushing me. I take my time, and these are my rules. You chose to play, so either commit to the game or sit on the bench. Either way, just remember who came to who.”

I pinch my brows. “Okay. I’m ready to hear what you have to say.”

“Follow me.”

He leads us to a secluded corner of the lobby away from inquisitive eyes. The place is packed today due to a Pure Romance convention being held in the hotel. There are signs all over for it. I blush at the thought of such toys. Surely they have everything Bryce intends to use.

“Did you bring me here for a sex toy convention?”

His face transforms into a mischievous grin. “Charlotte, have faith. You’re not ready for that yet. Baby steps. Today, I intend to get you comfortable.”

My right eyebrow rises. “What does that even mean?”

“We’re going to fuck…right here…in front of all of these people.” I gasp.

“Bryce. No, I can’t. I’m an employee of the state. I’d lose my job for public indecency.”

“Calm down, Charlotte. Nobody but you and I will know.”

“How-how is that even possible?” I stammer out. Nothing about this idea is good, and quite frankly, I’m ready to bolt. If this is baby steps, then I need to be placed back in the womb.

Good grief.

“Come here.” He motions for me to sit on his lap. I hesitate before he snarls under his breath, “Charlotte.”

At that, I move toward him and sit on his lap with my back to him. He leans forward and I can feel his breath against the shell of my ear.

“Go to the bathroom and remove your panties,” he whispers in my ear.

“But—”

“Now, Charlotte. I won’t tell you again.” I begrudgingly move toward the ladies’ room and do what I’m told. When I return, he smiles and pats his lap for me to sit again.

“We’re going to have to work on your listening skills.”

I humph. “What would you like me to do?”

“Your skirt is long, so I’m going to pull it up in the back. When I tell you, lift your hips and I’ll take it from there.”

“Oh-okay. I-I’m ready,” I stutter lamely.

He fusses with my skirt for a moment, and I hear his zipper unzip. “Lift your hips.” I do. “Now sit, Charlotte.”

“Ahh,” I say as his cock invades my inner walls and stretches me until I am firmly wrapped around his dick.

“Now, move up and down slowly. Bite your lip if you must, but don’t say a word and don’t make a sound.”

I nod, trying my best to follow his directions. I move up and down his shaft, slow and deliberate, milking out the pleasure. At first, my eyes dart around the lobby checking for any observers. There are none. We are in a room bustling with people, but they are all too busy with themselves to notice the two fucking in the corner. It’s a freeing feeling.

A chill runs down my spine as Bryce leans in to whisper in my ear. “God, Charlotte, your cunt feels better than my fist felt earlier when I was thinking of you.” I mewl at his words.

“That’s right, I stroked my cock to images of all the things I want to do to your tight pussy. Right here we’ll have to settle for this, but later I want it all.”

“Mmm,” I moan quietly, trying not to disobey his command for silence.

“I want to hear you talk dirty now, Charlotte. Can you do that?”

“Yes.” I breathe.

“Yes, what Charlotte?”

“Yes, I’ll talk dirty.”

“Tell me what you want?”

“I want to come all over your cock. I want you to fuck me in front of all these people and for them to not even know.”

“That’s my girl. Get dirty on me.”

His movements quicken and everything in me starts to hum. The sensations he’s able to pull from me are enough to render me useless. I feel my core tightening in preparation, but just before I reach my release, he lifts my hips off of him. I cry at the loss.

“What-why?” I falter.

“Not here. I don’t want you to finish here where I can’t even enjoy it.”

He discreetly zips his pants and straightens my skirt for me. He gestures for me to put my hand in his. I do without question, and he pulls us both up to standing. We begin to walk, him tugging me along at a clipped pace. We round the hall to our right and basically sprint down a long corridor until we come to another fork. Taking a second right, we go about ten more feet before he’s stopping me in front of a room. He wrenches a key from his pocket and unlocks the space.

“You got a room?” I ask in shock.

“I did. The lobby was just the foreplay.” He winks, ushering me into the dark room. When he flicks on a light, a soft glow illuminates the room showcasing a large king size bed in the middle of a beautiful suite.

He went all out.

Scattered all over the bed are red rose petals, a bottle of champagne, and two glasses sitting atop a tray in the middle. Cheese and crackers are sealed tightly in containers ready to be eaten.

“After I’m done with you, you’ll be famished. I like to be prepared.”

I smile at his thoughtfulness. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Charlotte.”

“Why do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Call me Charlotte? It’s strange.”

“Don’t most people call you by your name?” He smirks.

“No. It was always just Charlie. Every now and then I guess my dad would call me Char, but that wasn’t often.” I recall my past and the fondness that was always in my father’s eyes. I miss him terribly since he passed five years ago. A heart attack took him away from me far too soon. My mom passed when I was too young to even remember her. I’m alone now. “Your parents never called you something other than Bryce?”

He hardens at the question, his face blank and lacking all emotion. His parents are obviously a touchy subject. Leave it to me to screw up the mood. I frown at my inability to keep my mouth shut.

“We have things to discuss. Let’s get to it.”

The list of demands…here it comes.

Take a flogging to the ass, Charlotte.

Lick my balls and sit on my face, Charlotte.

Call me sir, Charlotte.

Sign on the dotted line, Charlotte.

What the hell did I get myself into by coming here?

“You’re pale. What’s wrong?” Bryce’s question has me jumping back to the here and now.”

“Nothing. Sorry. What were you saying?”

He eyes me skeptically. “I said I need to know your limits.”

I sigh. “I don’t know my limits because I’ve never tested the boundaries where sex is concerned. I can’t tell you I don’t like whips and being tied up because, well, I’ve never tried it.”

“So what you’re saying is you’ll try anything once?” His eyebrows raise in hope, drawing a smile from me. He looks so young and carefree, nothing like the man a few minutes ago. I like this Bryce so much better. I’d let him do just about anything to me.

I simply nod and bite my lower lip in a seductive game.

“Words, Charlotte. Use them.”

“Yes, I’ll try anything once.”

It’s his turn to nod. Only he does it in contemplation. “I think for tonight we need to start light. We’ll work our way up. I want you tied to this bed, spread and completely helpless to me.”

“Okay,” I squeak, my heart hammering in my chest from a heady combination of nerves and excitement.

He pulls a bag out from under the bed. Inside appears to be all sorts of toys including a riding crop (I only know due to horse riding lessons when I was younger), a whip, handcuffs, and rope. He pulls the rope and two pairs of cuffs out of the bag and lays them out for me to see.

“Lie on the bed, Charlotte. I’ll handcuff each arm to the bedpost and use the rope to bind your legs.”

“Are-are you going to use that other stuff on me?” I ask, a little petrified of the answer.

“No. Tonight I won’t use any props other than the binds. You’ll only get my tongue and cock, two expert appendages.” He winks, and I blush fifty shades of red. “Take your clothes off and lie down,” he commands, leaving no room for arguments.

I do as I’m told and remove all of my clothes. He’s never seen me naked before and at this thought embarrassment creeps through me. I’m not bold and I’m definitely not the most beautiful girl out there, but I do take good care of myself. I hope he appreciates what hours at the gym and good metabolism have done for me.

“Charlotte, lie down,” he says again when I just stand there fiddling my fingers.

Once again, I obey and lie down facing the ceiling. Bryce binds my hands first and makes his way to the foot of the bed. Starting at my right knee he begins to massage and caress my leg. When he gets to my calf he kneads gently illiciting a soft moan from my lips.

“Does that feel good, Charlotte? ”

Bryce’s smooth voice sends shivers down my spine and goosebumps begin to break out all across my body.

“You like this?” He continues to caress my leg before eventually palming my heel while tying the binds around my foot. He switches legs and repeats the same steps. The tenderness in this moment has my heart melting just a bit for Bryce Decker. He finishes tying my left leg so that I am literally splayed out in front of him.

“Fantastic.” He beams. “Let’s add one more thing to our list for tonight.”

“Wha-what?”

“Were going to practice dirty talk. Can you do that?”

My body sags in relief. “Dirty talk…got it.”

“Time to relax and just enjoy my tongue. I’m about to make your pussy beg for more.”