Charity's Secrets (4 page)

There's
no thinking needed, he already knows exactly how he wants me. My arms are
pulled straight over my head and cuffed together; exposing the softness under
my arms that he runs his fingertips through gently, followed by a light run of
his tongue down my right arm to my side as one of his hands finds a nipple,
rolling it stiffly.

Another
throaty moan escapes me as I enjoy the appetizing sensations.

He
grabs an ankle, pulling it away from the other and shackling it to the wall. His
fingers wrap around my other consenting ankle and I am spread wide, the cool
air touching the wetness between my legs. I can't explain the excitement and thrill
I'm feeling at this moment. He is too much man for me sometimes and that's
okay.

Justin
stands in front of me and scoops my face into his hands. "I love you,
Warrior."

"I
know you do. I love you too," I reply through several heavy breaths.

He kisses
me deeply and I feel his hands slide down my body. I want them everywhere; my
swollen nipples ache for his touch, my burning skin, my hard clit is demanding
service. A determined hand moves down my stomach and over my vulva, wanting to
expose my secrets. His fingers slide in my building juices, moving through my
folds and covering themselves in my lubrication. They make incidental contact
with my clitoris and it shocks my body, forcing quick, unexpected grunts of
desire from my mouth.

Just
when I suspect he will ram them into me, his hand disappears and I see him
lifting it toward his mouth. Justin smiles wickedly before sucking his fingers
clean, growling lightly as he enjoyed my taste.

I can't
wait any more. I thrust at the restraints, straining to get my hands on him.
"Fucking touch me! Touch me now! I need you, Justin—please put your
fingers in me."

I'm
enraged with lust, almost furious. I can feel more wetness drips between my
legs.

His
vicious, panty-dropping smile spreads evenly across his beautiful face. He
loves it when I beg.

Justin's
hand grabs my pussy. His fingers hook through the wetness again and then stab
at my clit, pressing and pulling it, rubbing its tip. My knees quiver beneath
me as electric jolts flood my thighs.

"Is
this what you want?" he whispers.

I may
be shackled to the wall, but I feel released. His strumming fingers control me,
enticing my orgasm closer. He steps up to me, pulling my head back by my hair,
and starts licking my neck, sucking on my earlobe. Our bodies rub together, exchanging
our heat back and forth.

"Yes!
I want this. Make me cum!"

His
strong arm is flexing and shaking along my body as he works me, stroking me to
climax. He slides a finger in me and teases my G-spot, letting me catch my
breath for a moment. Then he's back on my clit with a renewed passion.

My
entire body contracts as my first orgasm breaches my soul. Justin tugs my hair
for no other reason but to keep my neck arched where my moans morph into howls
of ecstasy in his ear.

"Cum
for me, Warrior," he demands. "Cum on my fingers so that I can taste
you again."

"I
am! Oh, fuck! I'm cumming!"

Somehow,
his fingers go faster and the spasms take control. Swell after swell, I gush
over his hand as my arms pull tight from the wall until there's nothing left of
me.

Finally
I drop my weight, spent, letting the bindings keep me up. His fingers are still
on me, being slow and careful, tender on my deflated clitoris as he starts a
new passion in me.

Justin
bites and then sucks on my earlobe. "That was good for your first one.
Let's see how far away the second one is," he says enthusiastically.

I try
to protest but I haven't fully caught my breath. Suddenly, his fingers are in
me quickly massaging my G-spot vigorously.

"Oh,
Christ, yes!"

It's
not very far off at all, and he knows it better than I do. He begins to slide
down my body while he masturbates me, his tongue on my throat and then my
chest. I feel the tightening of my nipples happen, and then one of them is
swallowed into the enormous heat of his mouth.

Oh,
the fucking relief!

He
fondles my insides, ushering forth an orgasm that promises to be bigger than
the last. All the muscles around my opening are flexing in time with my
breathing. Still, he drops lower to his knees. I feel his other hand pulling at
the Velcro straps on the ankle cuffs, freeing one and then the other, before he
throws my legs over his shoulders. The warmth of his face pushes through my
thighs until his wet tongue caresses me just an inch or so away from his busy
fingers.

I
wasn't expecting him to stand but he does, leaving me dangling by my wrists, my
shoulders pressed to the wall. I have no choice but to hold on with my legs around
his head, at his mercy. The lashings of his tongue beat my clit back into a
swollen, aching hardness while his finger dances a come-hither stroke inside
me. His free hand cups my ass, supporting me like a meal to his mouth.

I
can't take it! It's too much!

My hips
buck, and I grind myself on his chin. The intense throbbing becomes explosive
as both my clit and G-spot erupt together.

Justin
holds me to his face in the sunlight, the view of the city witness to him
delivering me to heaven, to pure bliss and fascination. My screams slow to
exhausted shouts, and then drained moans of pleasure as the sun begins to set,
the ending of the day timed with the end of my orgasm. He lowers my panting
body softly to the floor, at least my feet, until he releases my hands.

It's my
turn and I'm going to make it count—at least that's what I thought. He grabs me
wickedly, driving me to the floor under his weight, face down like I'm being
arrested. I feel him kick my feet apart and lay in the middle of my legs, his
hot breath panting excitedly in my ear. The tip of his heat finds my warrior
parts and pushes in, entering me like a man that can't wait another moment, one
that will die without my pleasures.

He
lifts the hair off my neck and kisses my tingling flesh as if he's never kissed
me there before, or will ever again. Growls roll up from deep within his chest
while he covers me. His body pounds against me, thrusting and humping me
further into the floor while he fills me.

"Fuck
me, Justin! Fuck me harder."

His
breathing grows more rapid. The call of my voice turned him on, and I want to
give him more.

"You
feel so damn good. Fuck me harder."

He
lifts off me and flips me over swinging a leg over his head, and once I'm on my
back he grabs my thighs so that my legs are spread across the front of him in a
wide V. I know why we moved. It's so that he can face me while he climaxes, and
it's very close.

Justin
guides his manhood back into me. My body swallows him eagerly and I see his
eyes roll into the top of his head for a moment, taken by the unexpected level
of pleasure.

"Look
at me, Justin. Look at me and take me." I grab his huge arms so that he
can feel me aggressively ushering him on.

He
begins rocking in and out of me, gliding through my vaginal walls no matter how
hard they bear down on him. My juices drip down my ass as a testament to his
skill and fiery passion.

And
finally, his eyes find mine.

"Oh
Christ!” he bellows. His climax erupts instantly.

I was
not expecting it, but a third of my own hits me from nowhere. I believe it's
just the pure excitement of his orgasm that created mine, just the power of
having him look at me and the mere sight of me making him cum. Mine is a
pleasant surge washing over me in subtle waves, yet allowing me to enjoy the
power of Justin exploding.

"God!
God! God!" he shouts, until he seizes, his body wrenched in a single, long
convulsion. His cock is rammed in me to its hilt as our cum mixes inside me.

Finally,
he collapses above me, kissing my neck and whispering that he loves me over and
over.

I will
never grow tired of hearing that.

"
I
can't let you see him, Charity. Not
right now; not like this."

"I
don't understand," I reply, the panic beginning to rise.

"It's
just not the time."

"He
needs me!" I plead. "Maybe now more than ever. You don't know what
I've been doing for him, what I've been risking just to make him complete—my
own life for fuck's sake!"

"I'm
sorry, but you don't get to choose this. Some things are not in your
control."

His
stoic face gives me nothing.

Asshole!
An asshole and a bastard!

I wish
I knew where the hell I am.

"You've
been here before," he mumbles, even though I hadn't been speaking aloud.

I suddenly
recognize him as the maître d’ from the Oval Room back when Justin had ousted the
former Senator. How he has any power here is beyond me.

"I
demand to see Justin now!"

"Then
leave!" he barks.

"Excuse
me?" I am furious at this point. I'm done fucking around with this prick!

"He
isn't here," he whispers before I can do or say anything else. "Only
you are."

"What
are you talking about?" I ask.

He
smiles, but it’s still emotionless. "Come on, Dear—you knew one of you
would have to go."

My
chest seizes between breaths.
One of us would have to go?
I don't
understand any of this, and everything seems surreal.

The
last I recall, I had spent a wonderful evening at home with Justin. Now my head
is spinning, and I'm not sure where I am. It suddenly looks a lot like our
bedroom, down to the black bed cover and the deep red accents.

"Are
you okay?" Justin asks softly.

"What?"
I ask in a groggy voice that barely works. I clear my throat and rub my eyes,
trying to get them to open further than the tiny slits they are at the moment.

"You
looked like you might have been having a bad dream." His handsome face is
full of kindness and concern. Of course he looks sexy even with bed-hair. I
need an hour to be presentable and he looks good just by opening his eyes.
Okay, that’s not true, he doesn’t even have to open his eyes.

I think
he's right. I think I was having a very bad dream, but damned if I can remember
any of it already. It had immediately faded into the dream abyss. Whatever it
was, I don’t think I was enjoying it because it left me with a sick feeling and
a racing heart.

My
reality settles as I try to fully wake. Justin, complete with
be-my-tongue-jockey
morning stubble, is just a few inches away. He's comfortably propped on his
right shoulder to face me.

Lazily
rubbing my eyes, I realize what has happened again. "Babe?"

"Yes,
Beautiful?" he responds, the alertness in his voice giving me my answer
before I ask the question.

"Were
you watching me sleep again?"

I smile
when I hear his guilty little laugh.

I'll
pretend that I don't adore it. "When are you going to stop doing that?
I've been here for months and I'm not going anywhere." My lips betray me
and will not release my grin.

"I'm
just not tired and bored with you yet. Maybe someday," he teases. His hand
gently rests on my cheek and he uses the pad of his thumb to rub my bottom lip.
"Truth is, I'm still completely under your spell and I hope it's never
lifted. After a lifetime of wanting to be alone by morning, I am fascinated by
the comfort it gives me to wake up and feel your body pressed into the sheets
next to me, the warmth of your smooth skin touching me, the angelic contours of
your relaxed face."

With my
mind still crossing the horizon from dream to reality, and now swooning in the
churning and upwelling of his love, I desperately need something to hold on to.
I roll over and throw myself over his chest, squeezing him tightly. "I
love you, Justin."

"I
love you too, Warrior, more than life itself." He swings his arm around my
shoulders, enveloping me into the safety and security of his embrace.

I toss
my leg over his, wanting as much contact as I can get. Our sheets press into
his gorgeous body and outline his form. Even his sleeping cock is an obvious
bulge that draws my eyes.

"I'm
keeping you all to myself today," he says. "I don't want to have my
eyes off you for a moment."

"That's
the plan," I tell him. I know he's smiling above me. "I'm all yours,
no interruptions. Are we staying in and being lazy, or did you have something
in mind?"

"Going
out," he answers, his voice full of
matter-of-factness
. "I
thought a nice drive to a couple of my favorite wineries, a few good bottles of
grape juice, something to eat outside of the city for a change?"