Page 42 of Her Nightshade

As she tugged gently on the leash, guiding me towards her, I felt a wave of relief and satisfaction, knowing I’d given her a part of myself no one else had. Her focus was entirely on me, her acceptance complete, and any questions or doubts she might have had about Sarah seemed to fade into the background. Shewas looking at me, truly seeing me, and I knew she wasn’t going anywhere.

It felt like I was fully hers, bound to her by something deeper than love—by trust, by devotion, by the promise of this collar around my neck.

She smiled down at me, exuding power, any reservations she had about me seemingly gone. “Come on, baby. Follow me.” She tugged on the leash as she turned around and I fell onto my hands, finding myself crawling behind her without hesitation.

“We can have a nice bath together, and I’ll make you feel exactly as you deserve.”

I crawled after her, following her down the hallway across the cold wooden floor. My gaze was fixed on the sway of her hips, each step making her ass jiggle, and the way she looked back at me with that satisfied, powerful smile lit a fire in my chest.

The bathroom door creaked open as she flicked the light on and reached out to start the tub faucet. I stayed on all fours, my mind blissfully empty except for the desire to letmi diosatake control. She tested the water then turned to me, letting the leash fall as she pulled her shirt over her head, unveiling her beautiful body. She leaned down, her bare tits close to my face, and whispered in my ear, “Stand up and get undressed, baby.” As she unfastened my collar, she straightened, slowly sliding her jeans down, and I didn’t hesitate to follow her command, standing up and shedding my clothes eagerly. My cock pulsed with need, fully captivated by my goddess in control.

Her face lit up as her gaze traveled over me, finally meeting my eyes. She reached out a hand and I took it, steadying her as she stepped into the tub. Letting go, she settled in, turning off the faucet before leaning back and opening her legs in invitation. I could’ve watched her all day, but her hand extended again, guiding me in. I lowered myself into the water, my back againsther chest, feeling her arms wrap around my body, her tits pressing against me.

In the quiet intimacy of that moment, with the water gently moving around us, I felt a whirlwind of emotion that was almost overwhelming. I was so in love with Ana it ached. Wrapped in her arms, our skin warm against each other, I had never felt so complete or so deeply loved.

Goosebumps pricked my skin as her soft lips grazed my neck, each kiss deepening with passion. My hands traced over her soft thighs, settling there as I melted into her. My hard cock jutted out of the water, a bead of precum forming at the tip. I didn’t know what Ana had planned; I would have been happy just staying like this, wrapped in her arms, but the way her lips moved against me hinted at something more.

A low moan escaped me as her hands drifted down my abs, finally reaching my cock.

“Relax, baby,” she whispered softly in my ear. “Let me take care of you.”

I exhaled, closing my eyes as I sank deeper into her embrace, allowing myself to get lost in her touch. Her hands moved slowly, gently pumping my cock, releasing as she reached the tip and beginning again. I inhaled sharply as her lips found my neck once more, her touch so tender it was almost overwhelming.

“I love you, Ana,” I murmured.

She chuckled against my neck, her head nodding subtly. “I know,mi amor.I love you too,” she replied, a smile in her voice. “Nowsilencio,” she added, her tone more serious before her lips returned to my skin.

Her lips drifted from my neck to my shoulder, her strokes growing quicker, steadily building in rhythm. The sensation was so sensual, so achingly soft, that it was driving me out of my mind. This was the most erotic and easily the very best handjob I had ever received.

The tension built tight within me; I was seconds from release, but I held back, needing her permission. “Please,mi diosa,” I pleaded, breathless. “Please, may I come?”

“Yes,mi amor,” she whispered into my ear. “Entrégate a mí.Come for me,” she commanded, her hand moving with an intense, insistent pace.

I exhaled sharply as my release crashed over me, pleasure radiating from my core through every inch of my body. My hands gripped her thighs while my heels pressed hard against the porcelain tub. My release spilled over my chest and stomach and she continued to stroke until every last drop was drawn from me. Then, she traced her fingers through my cum-covered skin, lifting them to her perfect, full lips, meeting my gaze as she did so.

“Good boy, Charlie. Now it’s your turn to take care of me.”

19

Ana

Iknew Charlie could tell something was off. The way the hurt spread across his face as I lingered on him too long, unsure if I was able to conceal the concern I felt deep in my chest. But then he surprised me.

I don’t know if it was to distract me or if the timing just happened to work that way. The leash and collar—dios mío,the control I felt over him overshadowed any power I ever felt, even when I was the First Lady. The way I could control him, his body, the way he reacted to me—it was addicting.

It didn’t make me forget, but it certainly helped shift my perspective.

And then came the Grammys, which almost made me forget about it all together.

I had never been to an award show like this. The glitz and chaos were intimidating, and as much as I tried to prepare myself, anxiety lingered in the pit of my stomach. I felt like Ididn’t belong, like an outsider peeking in on a world I wasn’t meant to inhabit. I knew it would be like the party we attended, but multiplied a thousandfold.

My team worked their magic, glamming me up to perfection. I chose a gown that was both elegant and sexy: a tight red dress that hugged my curves and featured a plunging neckline that I knew would drive Charlie wild. My lipstick matched the dress, bold and red, while my hair was styled in soft curls that channeled Marilyn Monroe.

Charlie, of course, had his own flair. His ‘70s style black suit was a perfect mix of retro and modern, complete with bell-bottom pants, a wide-collared shirt unbuttoned just enough to show his tattooed chest, and a red handkerchief tucked into his pocket to match me. His presence was magnetic, as always, his charm amplified by the quiet confidence that had drawn me to him in the first place.

As we slid into a black car, I couldn’t stop the nervous shaking of my hands. Charlie noticed; he leaned in close, his breath brushing against my ear.

“You are absolutely stunning,mi diosa.I wish I could fuck you in front of everyone tonight to show them that you’re mine.”

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