Wicked Neighbor (3 page)

Staring at Charlotte, he saw her smile at Daniel. When
he placed his hand on her thigh in a move that wasn’t very intimate, she jerked
back in her chair. The whole table grew silent. Her cheeks went a lovely shade
of strawberry red.

“Erm, I’m going to, erm, I’m going to go and get some
air.” She pointed toward the doors that led out onto the patio.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Daniel said.

“No, stay here and enjoy your meal.” She smiled at the
table, moving toward the doors.

“Poor girl,” Lillian said.

Bryan tapped his foot, watching the door.

“Is she okay?” Daniel asked.

“If you’d not tried to grope her she’d have been
perfectly fine.” Wiping his lips on the napkin, Bryan stood. “I’m going to go
and see her.”

Leaving the table before any of them got a chance to
stop
him,
he walked out of the door. She was standing away
from the door, with her arms crossed underneath her tits. Her head was tilted
back, looking up at the sky.

“Are you all right?” he asked, moving to her side.

She gasped, turning to face him. “What? Yes, I’m fine.
I’m just being silly really.”

“I don’t think it’s silly. You didn’t want him
touching you.”

Charlotte chuckled. The sound was nothing close to
amused. “I’m not usually the kind of woman to make a scene.”

“A scene wasn’t made. You wanted some fresh air. Every
woman can have as much time away from the dinner table as they want.”

She stepped back, leaning against the wall. “I’m not
used to this. I’m not used to men like Daniel.”

“You’re not used to being hit on?” he asked, stepping
closer to her.

He folded his own arms so that he didn’t look
threatening to her.

“Look at me, Bryan. I’m nothing like the women men hit
on. I prefer to be at home than out to dinner. I’d take a good book over a date
like this.”

Tilting his head to the side, he watched her. The last
year he’d done nothing but watch her. He could watch all he wanted, and he
couldn’t touch.

Over and over he told himself he couldn’t have her.

What if, just once, he
could
have her?

“We’re not much alike,” he said.

She snorted. It was cute, the noise she made.

“The only difference between us, Charlotte, is where
you’d like to stay in with a good book, I like to stay home and fuck.” She
gasped, looking up at him with her eyes wide. “Do you think I’d like to be sitting
around a table with people I barely know?” It was a little lie. He knew Michael
well. “I wouldn’t. I’d prefer to be at home right now, balls deep in a willing
pussy. She’d be dripping wet, begging me to fuck her, spank her, and give her
everything I could.”

Charlotte dropped her arms to her sides. Her chest
heaved with each of her indrawn breaths.

“I’d have them tied to my bed or suspended with rope,
I’d slide their legs open, and fuck them, make their tits bounce as I pound
into that sweet pussy.”

“Bryan?”

“Lift your hands above your head.” His cock was so
fucking hard. He imagined he’d bust the zipper open from the pressure building.

“What?”

“I punish women who don’t do as I tell them.”

She slowly lifted her arms above her head.

Ah, a nice little submissive.

He didn’t expect that. Well, he did and he didn’t.
Wishful thinking couldn’t bring him a submissive.

“Bryan?”

“Don’t talk, Charlotte. Don’t say a thing. Let your
body say what it needs to say.” He closed the distance between them, pressing
his body against hers. She was totally soft, everywhere. There were no hard
bones or ridges. Running his hands down her sides, he moved them both to the edge
of her dress. Gathering the fabric up in his fist, he glided his hands over the
flesh of her thighs. She didn’t speak or make a sound.

Staring into her eyes, he held her captive. Something
was going on between them that felt more natural to him than breathing.

Charlotte was a little submissive at heart, waiting
for a man like him.

Placing his palm over her pussy, he groaned. Her
panties were dripping wet, soaking. Pushing the fabric aside, he slipped a
finger through her sopping folds.

“Oh, Charlotte, my little neighbor, you’ve been
keeping a secret from me.”

She opened her lips then closed them.

“That’s right, you can’t talk. Daniel didn’t leave you
like this, did he?”

In response to his question, she shook her head. No,
this soaking wet pussy had nothing to do with Daniel but all for him.

“Your secret is safe with me.”

“I’m sorry to interrupt your playtime, Bryan, but
we’re waiting for you. Dinner is going cold,” Lillian said.

Charlotte tensed up in his arms.

“I’ll be there in a moment.”

He waited until Lillian left before turning back to
Charlotte.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happen—” Charlotte
whimpered as he pressed a finger hard against her swollen clit.

“Naughty girl.
I told you not to speak until I’d given you permission. I’m going to
have to think of a fitting punishment. Now, I’m going to lick your cream off my
fingers and then we’re going to go back to the table. You’re not going to let
Daniel touch you for the remainder of the meal. You will talk to Lillian about
your website designs. Do you understand me?”

She opened her lips, and his gut told him she was
going to say something else.

“If anything other than ‘yes, sir’ comes out of those
lips, you’re going to have more than one punishment coming your way.”

She breathed out a sigh.
“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” Pulling his fingers from her pussy, he left a
trail of moisture down her thigh. Putting her dress down, he sucked his
fingers, licking off her cream. When he was done, he took her hand. She slid
her hand within his.

Walking toward their seats, he helped Charlotte into
her chair, before sitting beside Lillian. The moment she placed her hand within
his own, he’d felt the electricity. Something was happening between them. He
didn’t know what it was, but he was more than prepared to find out.

Tonight, when Susan and Michael dropped her off, he
was going to visit his neighbor. His cock pulsed inside his pants, excited at
the prospect of the woman of the night.

Chapter Three

“I’m really sorry, Charlotte,” Susan said, following
her up the front yard toward her door.

“Seriously, Susan, you don’t have to worry at all. Daniel’s
a great guy. He’s just not for me. All he talks about is work and work.”

“If I’d known he bored you I wouldn’t have even
thought to put you both together. I really thought you’d hit it off.” Susan
looked distraught.

“Don’t worry about it. You’ll know for next time.”
Charlotte searched for her key inside her bag, hoping to be alone.

“So, what happened with you and the hot neighbor?”

Heat travelled up her spine, making her tense up.
“Nothing happened, not really. I was being silly, and he came out to talk to
me. He was just being nice.”

There was no way she was about to tell her married
neighbor that he’d ordered her to keep her hands above her head while he
fingered her pussy. It would be too much for Susan, and she wouldn’t just back
away.

“Okay, well, if you’re fine.”

“I’m fine, Susan. I’m more than fine. I’m perfectly
fine.”

“That was a lot of fines.”

“See, I’m good.” Charlotte chuckled. She wasn’t fine
or good. Inside she was in turmoil. Bryan had touched her body and awakened
something she really thought had died alone with any desire her last boyfriend
inspired.

“I’ll leave you then.” Susan pulled her in for a hug.
She waved at Michael as she opened her front door. Susan ran across their yards
as Michael parked in the drive.

Chuckling, Charlotte locked her front door, resting
heavily against the hard wood.

“What the hell were you doing tonight, Charlotte?”

Running fingers through her hair, she placed her back
on the side near the door, kicking off her heels as she went to the kitchen.

Tapping her fingers on the counter, she bit her lip as
Bryan’s dominating presence invaded her mind.

“Forget about it, and forget about him. It didn’t
happen.” She held her hands out in front of her, opening her eyes, only to
scream. There at her back door stood Bryan.

“Are you going to open the door?” he asked.

There was no way he could have been home before her.
They’d left first.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“We can talk through this door or we can talk face to
face.” One of his hands was in his pocket while the other pointed at the door
between them.

You’ve got one punishment coming.

No, he wouldn’t punish me. I’m a grown ass woman.

Stepping toward the door, she flicked the lock open,
stepping back. He opened the door, closing and flicking the lock back into
place.

“You don’t have to lock it,” she said, biting her lip.

“I do have to lock it. I don’t want Susan walking in
on us talking and your punishment.”

“Punishment?”

“You don’t think I’d forget about your punishment, did
you?”

“I thought it was a joke.” She shrugged her shoulders,
forcing a laugh.

Bryan didn’t smile, nor did he laugh.

“Look, I don’t know what happened tonight, but I
really don’t feel comfortable with you being here—”

He pressed her against the fridge, silencing off any
of her protests.

“I know exactly what happened, and you’re not going to
make me go away, Charlotte. You’ve been holding out on me, my little sub.”

“I don’t know what that means.” She stared into his
eyes, panting.

Her panties were soaking wet, and they shouldn’t be.
The man before her was high-handed, crude, and rude. What kind of man told a
woman exactly what he wanted to do to another?

You were turned on when he talked about it.

She hated her body’s reaction to his words. No man had
ever talked about her like that before, and probably never would again.

“Then I think it’s time for us to have a little
conversation. Is your front door locked?”

Don’t tell him the truth.

He’ll know if you’re lying.

“Yes, it’s locked.”

“Good.” He took her hand, leading her out of the
kitchen.

She didn’t even think to fight. He found her front
room with the curtains already drawn. Crying out, Charlotte didn’t expect for
him to sit down on the sofa then draw her over his knee.

“You’re going to
learn
,
Charlotte, to obey me in everything, as otherwise you’ll face a punishment.”

The urge to scream and curse at him was strong, but
she stopped herself. He lifted up her skirt, and she tried to fight him. She
didn’t want him to actually see her ass in the light. Tonight had been
different when they were in the dark. They were no longer in the dark, and she
didn’t have anywhere else to hide.

He held her down easily by trapping her with one leg
underneath her stomach, the other resting just beneath her ass. One of his
hands held her tight, immobile against him. He pulled her panties down her ass,
landing several slaps of his hand to her ass.

Whack.

Whack.

Whack.

Whack.

Whack.

When it was over, he lifted her up.

“The next time I give you an instruction, you’ll do as
you’re told.”

She nodded. What else could she do? Her ass was on
fire, and it was
all his
fault.

Reaching around she was about to rub her behind. Bryan
stopped her from touching her ass.

“No, you deserve the burn. You didn’t listen to me,
and you’re going to learn to do as you’re told.”

“It hurts.”

“It’s supposed to hurt. It’s a punishment.”

“I’m not a child.”

“Then stop behaving like one.” He helped her onto the
sofa while he moved to the coffee table. In that moment she’d gladly sit with
her bare ass on the table for the cold glass on her heated behind.

“What are you?” she asked.

Her cheeks were on fire just like the cheeks of her
ass.

I’ve just been spanked by Bryan, my next door neighbor.

It was the strangest thing to her.

“I’m a Dominant, Charlotte.”

“What? Whips and chains and stuff?” She’d done several
book covers related to Dominants. With the success of the genre in the media
right now, no one could get away from it.

“Not completely. I don’t train women in some club, and
I don’t have a dungeon to play in. I don’t wear leather, but I do like chains.
I like binding my woman up to fuck her.”

She tried to look away, but he wouldn’t let her. He
reached out, tucking a finger under her chin.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

“I don’t know what’s going on. I really am confused.”

“You just had your ass spanked by your neighbor. I’m
sure you’ve got a lot of questions. I’m all ears.”

“Don’t you have a woman waiting for you at home?”

“Nope.
You’ve got my undivided attention.”

“Yay, me.”
She stared right back at him as he quirked an eyebrow in her direction.

“Are you trying to test my patience?”

“No. I’m trying to figure out what the hell is going
on. I didn’t exactly expect this tonight.” Her ass was still burning, but it
was a nice burn, which again was too strange to her.

“Are you wet?”

“You shouldn’t be asking me that.”

“No?” He tilted his head to the other side.

“Yes, I’m wet, okay.” Pulling away from him, she stood
away from the sofa and started to pace.

“You’re a submissive, Charlotte. It’s why you’ve been
struggling to meet my eyes.”

“You’re wrong.”

“You might not have known what was going on in here,
but your body knew.”

“This is crazy.”

She stopped pacing as he stood. Charlotte had figured
it was his blatant sex life with the bimbos that stopped her looking at him.
She couldn’t take seriously a man who fucked whoever he wanted.

“It’s not that crazy. If you think about it, you’ll
see the truth staring right at you.”

Charlotte forced herself to look him in the eye. His
eyes were filled with so much heat and sex that she couldn’t keep his gaze. Her
nipples were rock hard and poking against her dress.

“This is wrong.”

“Is it?
Is wanting
to fuck
someone wrong? Giving yourself up to someone else, is that wrong?” He broke the
distance between them, and Charlotte couldn’t move away. She didn’t want to.

Bryan banded an arm around her waist, drawing her
close. He placed his hand directly over her rapidly beating heart.

“You’re turned on, and yet you’re trying to fight what
your body really wants.”

“I shouldn’t want this.”

“Why?” he asked.

She couldn’t think of a good reason to fight him.

The hand on her chest moved down to cup her breast.
She gasped, moaning as he pinched her nipple, rubbing over the beaded point
with the palm of his hand.

“If you don’t want this, Charlotte, tell me to stop.
Point me toward the door and tell me to get out.”

Opening her eyes, she stared into his eyes. Part of
her wanted to send him on his way, yet the curious part of her wanted to see
where this went.

“What happens if I don’t send you out?” she asked,
biting her lip.

“Then I guess we see what we can do with that wet
pussy of yours, Charlotte. Tell me, baby, when was the last time you had an
orgasm?”

She didn’t want to answer that question.

“Give me something else to admit to.”

“Has it been a long time?”

Gritting her teeth, she tried to find a reasonable
answer to give him.

“Any lies will bring about another punishment.”

“I don’t like being hit.”

“A wet pussy tells me you’re lying.”

“Fine, I liked what you did.” She didn’t speak back,
only admitted the truth to him.

“So how long has it been, or do you want me to walk
out that door?”

It was two of the hardest questions she’d ever been
posed.

****

Bryan stroked over her nipple, watching the conflict
in her gaze.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm,” she said.

Her answer actually surprised him. He’d expected to
get a response like it had been a couple of months or a year at the maximum.
She’d never experienced an orgasm in her life. Well, he’d have to rectify that
problem.

No woman of his was going without an orgasm for that
long.

A woman of mine?

He’d think about that a little later on.

Stepping away from her, he circled her, looking up and
down her body. She licked her bottom lip a lot, sucking it into her mouth.

“Take your clothes off. Don’t back
chat
me or question me. Do it.”

She took a deep breath and turned her back toward him.
“I need help,” she said, showing him the zipper.

“How do you get out of this if you had no intention of
bringing Daniel home?”

“I’ve got a hanger. If you flick the metal into the
zipper, it works great.”

Shaking his head, he reached out, pulling the zipper
down, revealing the length of her back.

Stepping away, he watched her wriggle out of her
dress.

“The bra and
panties as well.”

Her underwear was a dark lacy blue pair. They were
cute, but he liked his women completely naked.

She visibly swallowed but did as he asked.

“Put your hands at your sides,” he said. She tried to
clasp them in front of her body. Taking her hand, he led her to the center of
the front room. Moving the table out of the way, he took a seat on the sofa.
“Turn around and do it slowly.”

His cock pressed against his zipper. He wanted to
unzip his pants, but he
was loving
the power play
between them a little too much. With Charlotte completely naked, he held the
upper hand. The moment he got naked, they would be on equal playing fields.

She started to turn, and he admired her body.

Her stomach was round, her thighs thick. They didn’t
have a gap between them, which he found fascinating. Her tits were heavy yet
firm.

When she showed him her ass, he almost lost it. Her
rounded ass was red from his handprints, but it was ripe, ready to be spanked
and fucked.

“Stop,” he said.