Obedient (The Plunge Crew Book 2) (3 page)

I
stare
down at this beautiful innocent woman that I’m dying to corrupt, but none of that now. First things first, show her pleasure and teach her how to accept it and ask for more. She’s more perfect then I ever thought. She fuels every fantasy a man like me can have. Pristine and perfect waiting to be ruined.

My eyes land on her spread out pussy. She’s not like most of the girls I fuck who are completely bare. Soft dark curls cover her mound. Taking my hand, I run my finger through them and spread her lips apart. She’s swollen and sticky, and I can’t wait to have a taste. She’s like a fucking banquet laid out before me begging for me to feast upon.

I take my index finger and slide it down her slit. Her whole body shivers, and I can see goosebumps form against her skin. “What do you want?” I ask as I continue to stroke up her core until I find her swollen clit. She lets out a primal moan when I make contact with it, and she lifts her hips, but I don’t give her what she wants. Instead, I stop all movements.

“Tell me what you want, or I won’t move my hand.”

“You” She rotates her hips, trying to cause my hand to move. “You to touch me.”

“Ask me. Beg me. Tell me how much you want it.” She bites her lip. “Be my good girl and tell me.” Her body shakes at my words and I watch as more of her essence drips from her needy cunt.

“Please. I need you to taste me. I need your tongue on me.”

My fingers swipe back down to her hole and collecting the wetness. “Your pussy is so wet; I like that. That makes me very happy.” I move my hand back up to stroke her clit. As I play with her pussy, she begins to pant, and her hips rock back and forth against my hand. Leaning forward, I replace my digits with my tongue. She tastes fucking fundamental, a perfect combination of sweet and tangy. Even better than the last time.

“I love the way your pussy tastes.” My words vibrate against her clit, and her body shudders under me. My hand drifts back, and I insert two fingers into her cunt and start to finger fuck her in perfect sync with my tongue. “Do you like that? Do you like when I fuck you with my fingers?”

“So good!” she cries out, her pussy walls tightening around them. Charlotte is about to tip over the edge when I stop my ministrations.

“Not yet.”

“I’m going to com—”

I cut her off with a swat to her inside thigh. “You won’t come until I say so. Control it. You’ll come when I say you will,” I command against her clit. It’s so swollen, one swipe of my tongue will push her over the edge. “Breathe. That was only a small taste of the pleasure I will teach you. I’m going to start to really play now. Things are about to get even more fun. Every time I feel you’re about to come, I’m going to stop because I want to teach you how to control it. The longer you hold out, the sweeter it will be when you succumb. Can you do that?”

“Yes, Sir. I can try.”

She gyrates her cunt up to meet my mouth, and I take another taste of her sweet cream leaking from her. Locking tightly on her nub, I place my fingers back inside her and thrust them up to hit the bundle of nerves as I lick and suck. Still pushing my fingers up, I continue to rub her g-spot until she is gripping me like a fucking vice.

“Should I let you come?” I mumble around her clit, my teeth grazing the swollen flesh. She moans back in answer. “I can’t hear you begging.”

“Please! Let me come.”

“Tell me where you want to come?”

“I want to come all over your face.”

“Good girl.”

I bite down a little harder, and I feel her body convulse even faster. Her breath is coming out in raspy pulls from her lungs, and her whole body tightens up. “Come” and she does. All over my fingers and tongue. I lap every last drop up before I place a kiss on her thigh.

“I’m going to fuck you now.”

Placing one last kiss on her thigh, I pull back and pull off my pants. My cock is ready to burst, a bead of cum collecting at the tip as I stroke it up and down. Lining my cock up to her cunt, I push in an inch, lubing myself. My tip opens her up, and then I pull back and push back in. With each thrust of my hips, my glistening cock slides further in until I’m fully seated. She’s so fucking tight. It’s like a vise is gripping my dick and suffocating me. When I pull back out, I wait a beat before I slam back, this time deepening my stroke. Her greedy pussy sucks me in. She’s wet and warm and primed for me to fuck. Watching my dick enter her is like nothing I’ve ever seen before and I’ve seen a lot.

“Fuck,” I groan out as I continue to slam in and out. As I thrust deep inside her, I can hear the slapping of our skin, and it makes my dick even harder. Reaching my hand between us, I caress her clit and the new friction brings out a primal moan from beneath as she cries out in pleasure. Her sounds of ecstasy have me picking up my pace until her walls begin to spasm around me.

“That’s it. Come on my cock as I fuck your pussy.” My words are my undoing as I spend myself deep inside her.

I
can’t move
.

I can’t breathe.

I can’t think.

Nothing in my life has ever felt so good before, and I don’t understand it.

Through the corner of my eye, I watch as Bryce gets off the bed and then cleans us off. It’s a sweet gesture and makes my heart melt. When he brings me a cup of water, my eyebrow lifts. This man really is an enigma, and a part of me hopes that I’ll be able to put together the pieces and figure out the puzzle.

“Drink this,” he orders and that makes me smile. “What’s so funny?”

“Still ordering me around. I figured that was only in the bedroom.”

“It is.” He gestures his hands around the room. “Look, still in the bedroom. Still in charge.” He winks at me, and that elicits a laugh. “Are you hungry? Can I order you something to eat?”

“No. Thank you, though.” It’s cute how he wants to take care of me. I like it. Really like it.

“Okay. Well, I don’t want you leaving yet okay. Just rest for few.” He sits on the edge of the bed and strokes my leg.

“Let me just…” I pause, my face heating.

“You can use the bathroom, Charlotte. No reason to be embarrassed.”

I make my way to freshen myself up as I see Bryce reach for the clicker. A few minutes later, I step out and find Bryce’s head thrown back in a fit of laughter. He’s so beautiful when he laughs. Something stirs inside me. A hope that one day I could make him laugh like that.

“What’s so funny?”

“Just this show on TV. Come sit down.” He pats the space between his legs and I crawl up onto the bed and take the spot.

His fingers begin to work at the corded muscles in my back as I start to giggle at the TV as well. The League is hysterical. I’ve seen a few episodes, but I don’t watch religiously. Taco says something ridiculous and we both burst into a fit of laughter. I feel so carefree right now. There are no commands, nothing sexual, just two people enjoying themselves. The fact that we are from different worlds is completely void in this space.

This right here, lying in bed with Bryce and watching TV, feels so natural.

It feels perfect.

* * *

M
y body aches
for more of the delicious assault that Bryce provides. It’s been two days since our rendezvous at the hotel and I’m salivating at the thought of another lesson, but alas, I have my own lessons to dole out first. Monday means back to work.

“All right, gumdrops, settle down.” My sing-song voice bellows throughout the kindergarten classroom.

“Miss Matthews?” Little John Palmer raises his hand.

“Yes, Johnny?”

“Why do you have that goofy smile?” He cocks his head to the side, eyeing me skeptically.

“Well, Johnny, I guess I’m having a good day.”

“Why?” Inquisitive little creature.

“Grown up stuff, Johnny.”

I hear giggles surrounding me, and I can’t help but smile wider. These kids are my life. I eat, sleep and breathe all things five and six year olds… Until Bryce. Now he’s flooded my head with inappropriate daydreams. It’s very awkward being in a room with kids when images of all the things he did to me come creeping through my mind. I really need to focus on the task at hand and leave our lessons for after hours, but it’s hard when I can still feel him in every ache. My body is physically crying out for him with every contraction of my core. I’ve been doing kegels all day to stave off the burning need for release.

The bell rings and my aide comes in.

“Hey, Char. How’s it going?” Her smile is wide, and her red curls are bouncing with each step. She’s so chipper it makes me sick at times.

“Good. They’re all yours. They need to burn off some energy.” My thighs rub against each other. I need to burn something off too…

“Enjoy your down time.” She waves to me while shouting, “All right, kiddos, line up. It’s recess!”

Hoots and hoorays can be heard throughout the small room. As I grab for my bottled water, I notice the screen of my cell light up. uplifting it, my body tingles at the name staring back at me.

Bryce: I want you to sit on my face.

I groan aloud at his words. The reaction a simple text elicits just goes to show how quickly he’s turning me into a sex crazed lunatic.

Me: I’d like that.

Bryce: Come on, Charlotte… You can do better than that.

I fumble with what to say. I don’t want to sound like an idiot, but he is insistent on dirty talk. Deciding not to overthink it, I just go for it.

Me: My pussy is desperate for your tongue to ease the persistent throb you’ve caused. ☺

Bryce: Charlotte, are you serious? What’s with the smiley face? You can’t put an emoticon after something sexy. It kills the mood.

My hand comes to my forehead. I feel like an ass.

Me: Sorry. ☹

Bryce: Seriously, enough with the damn faces. Just try again.

I inwardly groan. What should be a hot conversation has taken a turn for utterly mortifying all because of a simple freaking smiley face. I want to just throw in the towel and try again another day, but he’s tenacious.

Bryce: Your pussy is throbbing for my tongue, but my cock is aching for your cunt to come all over it.

My panties dampen, and my entire center tightens up. I can’t control how badly I need to come.

Me: I need your giant cock inside of me. I want to feel you everywhere.

Bryce: Tonight. 8 PM same hotel, same room. Wear a dress and don’t wear panties.

Me: No panties? Why a dress?

Bryce: Charlotte, do as I say. Answers will come in due time. ;)

Is he freaking kidding me with the damn winky face? I swear I’d cut him right now if he were here.

Me: Ugh. See you at 8.

I spend the rest of the day pondering what’s to come at 8. I’m not a patient person, and the waiting for information is killing me. If he knew anything about me at all he’d know how tightly wound, I am right now.

But he doesn’t know you.

The thought whips me upside the head as hard as Sister Mary Catherine used to in grade school.

We are strangers. He is a stranger to me.

That’s what you wanted.

The voice inside my head is annoying. I want to shut her up with a roundhouse kick to the jaw, but she’s right. This is supposed to be simple, no strings, no feelings, just sex. I only wanted him to teach me how to be better in bed.

My last boyfriend broke up with me after only two months and two sexual encounters because he claimed I was as stiff as a corpse. I apparently was the worst he’s ever had. Talk about a giant bruise to an already fragile ego. I haven’t dated since. I’m petrified that I’ll disappoint another man. At twenty-four years old I feel like an old cat lady without the cats. I am in my second year of teaching and all I do on the weekends is grade papers and have a lonely glass of wine while watching TVD on Netflix.

I’m pathetic.

When I sat next to Bryce in the courtroom and caught a glimpse of him, my body lit up. The sexual chemistry buzzing between us was something I had never experienced before. I thought I might spontaneously combust from the wicked thoughts running through my head. Then he opened his dirty mouth, and I just knew. I knew he could teach me.

Obviously, nothing serious could ever happen between us. He’s a total bad boy, and I’m not looking for that. He’s the stepping stone to my future. If he can teach me how to please a man, then maybe I’ll be ready to get back out there and find my prince. Everything we have experienced together so far has been worlds better than anything between Billy and me.

I’m beginning to think the issue wasn’t me, but a severe lack of sexual prowess on his end. He was older and more experienced than me. Perhaps the dumbass should have known how to get a girl off.

If nothing else, Bryce is helping me find my confidence.

* * *

T
he rest
of the day went quickly. I checked my phone about 500 times for text messages from Bryce. I was hoping for some sort of a clue as to what is coming next, but no such luck. The door to my apartment swings open with a slight push of my shoulder. Setting the grocery bag on the table, I head to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. My phone dings in my purse, so I pull it out and slide the screen to see that I have a text message from an unknown number.

Unknown: Who the fuck is this?

My back straightens and my forehead creases in confusion.

Me: I think I should ask who this is. You’re texting my phone.

Unknown: Stay the FUCK away from Bryce Decker. He’s spoken for.

My stomach plummets and I suddenly feel sick. Oh God, does he have a girlfriend?

Me: I’m so sorry, but who is this? Are you his girlfriend?

A few minutes pass with absolutely no response. I should pick up the phone and ream Bryce’s ass, but I want more information.

Me: Hello? I refuse to stay away from Bryce when you can’t even give me a good enough reason. He doesn’t seem to think he’s spoken for, so I’d suggest you lose this number.

Unknown: I’d suggest you lose his if you know what’s good for you.

I don’t say anything more. What’s there to say? Clearly, there is someone else in the picture. I’m livid. I don’t expect him not to date, but if he already has a girlfriend that’s not cool. He couldn’t wait for a couple more weeks? Or worse yet, what if he’s had her all along? Gah.

My hands shake as I pick up my phone and dial Bryce. It rings several times before going to voicemail.

“This is Bryce. Leave a message.”

Beep.

“What the hell, Bryce?” I screech into the phone. “A girlfriend? You have a girlfriend? Why the hell would you give her my phone number? She’s harassing me!” Taking a deep breath, I count to five in my head to control myself. “This is over. Thanks for the lessons, but I’m done.”

Pushing end does several things. On one hand, I feel vindicated in my rant, yet on another, I feel sad. I wasn’t ready for this to end. It’s a strange feeling. For something I thought was only a business type relationship, I really think I was growing to like him.

Strange.