Page 15 of Her Nightshade

I wasn’t surprised. Charlie didn’t seem like he could hurt a fly. He glanced at me for a moment longer before softly saying, “I didn’t expect this, you know…finding things in common with you.” His voice was calm, but there was a hint of something deeper there. “It’s nice.”

He smiled, but the way his eyes lingered on me made my heart skip a beat. I had to look away. He could be so intense, which felt so different from how he naturally submitted to me. It was like he carried two sides of himself—the vulnerability that let me take control, and this deep, simmering intensity that surfaced when I least expected it.

“So, I’m glad you answered my FaceTime earlier,” he said as he continued on with prepping dinner, his boldness creeping back in.

I shouldn’t have felt so giddy, so nervous about him mentioning whatIhad initiated in the first place.

“I’m sure you are,” I replied teasingly, trying to mask the flutter of nerves with a playful tone. His eyes flicked to mine, a grin creeping up at the corner of his lips as he caught the shift in my tone.

“You have no idea,” he murmured, his voice dropping just enough to send my heart racing, his English accent driving me insane.

I laughed softly, trying to keep things light, but the sexual tension between us was undeniable. He had a way of pushing just enough to keep me on edge. And now I couldn’t help myself, once again. I needed to gain control back.

I stood, slowly walking over to where he stood at the counter. His eyes followed my every move, anticipation clear on his face. “You like when I take control, don’t you?” I asked quietly, testing the waters.

A slow smile spread across his face. “You know I do,” he replied, his tone laced with desire.

I bit my lip, feeling the tension between us grow. “I’m not hungry for dinner quite yet,” I said, stepping closer. “I think I’d like a taste of what I mentioned earlier.”

His eyes darkened, understanding immediately, his breath catching slightly as I closed the distance between us. The playful banter from moments ago faded, replaced with the heat that now filled the room.

“Why don’t you stop what you’re doing and give me your full attention,” I said quietly yet firmly.

Charlie swallowed hard, his eyes glued to mine, waiting.

“Come here,” I commanded softly, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the living room.

I walked in front of the couch, then nudged him to sit. Slowly, I sank to my knees, my hands sliding down his thighs. “Stay still, and don’t move unless I tell you to.”

Charlie’s breathing sped, his body tense with anticipation, but he stayed obedient, watching my every move, waiting for what was to come next.

I slid my hands up, feeling his hard cock straining against his jeans, desperate to be freed. Slowly, I ran my hand up and down the length, teasing him with each movement. I smiled as Charlie squirmed under my touch, trying to keep still as I commanded, but clearly struggling with the effort.

“Such a good listener, my sweet boy,” I teased, inching my fingers closer to the zipper of his jeans.

Charlie only nodded as he bit his lower lip, his focus entirely on my eyes. When I unzipped his jeans, my fingers hooked into the waistband, pulling them down slowly. He lifted his hips, silently helping, eager but still obedient to my control.

My hands were back to the length of his cock, still covered by his boxer briefs. The wetness between my thighs begged for me to tear his clothes off and jump on his cock, but I was having too much fun teasing him.

“Your cock is so big. How does it fit so perfectly in my pussy?” I murmured, continuing my slow stroke.

He let out a low grunt. “You’re perfect,mi diosa. Perfect for me in every way,” he murmured back, his voice quiet and intense.

I chuckled, slipping my hand through the front slit of his boxer briefs, watching his reaction as my fingers brushed against the warm flesh of his cock. His brows pulled together and he bit his lip with a quiet, desperate need as I wrapped my fingers around him. He exhaled softly, his mouth parting, and I felt precum beading at the tip. I smiled as I began to stroke gently, pulling his cock out for a better look. I widened my eyes slightlyas I opened my mouth and leaned down, licking his precum with the tip of my tongue. I pulled back and closed my mouth, letting my eyes flutter shut.

“Mmm. You’re as tasty as you look,” I said, slowly opening my eyes.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “Please,mi diosa.”

“What, baby?” I asked, leaning down further to press my lips against the length of his cock, letting my tongue swirl around as I did so.

“I need you,mi diosa. Please let me kiss you. Please let me taste you,” he begged, watching me intently.

This power was thrilling and I wanted it to last all night. The control over him, the way his body responded to every touch, the way he begged—it gave me a rush that I had never felt before.

“I love when you beg, my sweet boy,” I said quietly, then took one hand to his hair and pulled him toward me, pressing my lips hungrily against his.

I almost lost control as I began to stroke him quickly, feeling his hands explore my body, getting lost in the heat of the moment. But suddenly, I remembered what I was doing, and I pulled back just as quickly as I started. Charlie sat back, breathing heavily, moving his hands back beside him, eyes wide with hunger. He waited silently for my next move. It was then that I removed my hands from him and stood up, backing up a few steps.

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