Page 83 of Her Nightshade

I didn’t want Charlie to ever feel that way.

His brows twitched together briefly, as if my question had confused him.

“Of course I am,” he said, interlocking his fingers through mine. “Everything you do to me,forme, is perfect.”

“You enjoy my dominance?” I asked hesitantly, my confidence faltering for a moment.

Charlie studied my face, as if he’d caught the flicker of uncertainty.

“I enjoy your dominance. I enjoy your sweetness. I enjoy the way you let me share my deepest, darkest fantasies. I enjoy every part of you, Ana. Everything we do together is fucking perfection,” he said with unwavering conviction.

His confidence in me built me back up, motivating me to take the lead again.

“Grab your knife. I want to try something,” I said, getting onto my knees.

Charlie’s eyes widened slightly, darting towards the shower glass door. “I’ve, uh…I’ve lost it,” he said quietly.

“You lost it? You take that thing everywhere,” I teased, but as the words left my mouth, a sudden realization hit me.

Did he use the knife on Jake?

Charlie glanced back at me, not saying a word.

“You know what…I don’t need it,” I said quickly, shoving the thought aside. I took his arms and gently pulled them behind his back. “All I need is for you to put your hands here and keep them there.”

I rose to my feet, aligning my body above his. He looked up at me, his eyes filled with desire and anticipation, fully submitting to me.

I lowered myself back onto my knees, positioning his body between my thighs. Arching my back, I leaned forward, letting my breasts hover close to Charlie’s face. His eyes burned with desire as he tried to press his mouth against me, but I pulled back with a playful laugh, keeping him wanting more.

“I didn’t say you could touch me, Charlie,” I teased.

He groaned softly, the desperation in his eyes nearly making me give in.

“You drive me so fucking crazy,mi diosa,” he said breathlessly, his gaze flicking between my eyes and my breasts, unable to resist.

I smiled and leaned in, my lips brushing his ear. “I know I do, baby,” I whispered, sliding my legs open as I settled onto his lap, my pussy hovering just in front of his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned as I gripped his length firmly, teasing him by letting my slick folds glide along the length of him. I swayed my hips slowly, driving him wild.

“Please,” he begged, his voice breaking.

I couldn’t help but bask in the sound of him begging. Smirking, I positioned the tip of his cock at my entrance, pushing in just enough to make him gasp before pulling back.

“No!” he groaned, frustrated. “Please,mi diosa!”

“I just love the sounds you make when you’re desperate,” I said, feeling a mischievous smirk on my lips. “Almost as much as I love feeling your cock stretch me.” I teased him again, just the tip, before pulling away once more.

He whimpered, his hips lifting instinctively in search of me.

“How long do you think you’ll last like this, baby?” I asked mockingly, arching my brows.

“I won’t,” he whined. “Please.”

Stifling a giggle, I tilted my head. “Do you think it would be harder if I let you suck on my breasts?”

He bit down on his lip, his restraint slipping. “It would,” he admitted, his voice low.

I leaned closer, letting my breasts brush against his face, and he didn’t waste a second. His lips latched onto my nipple, sucking with a hunger that made my pussy twitch.

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