—Shelly—
Charlie is looking at me expectantly. Waiting for me to share my fantasy. I hope this doesn't change the way things seem to be going between us. I feel so safe with him. I don't know who is after me or why, but I feel like being here with him is where I belong.
I look down at him and all his tattoos, wondering what they stand for. What they mean to him. I get the feeling they tell a story. His story. I hope one day he will open up and share his truth with me.
“You want to know what my fantasy is, and I promised to tell you. But first...see what you think.” I move around to the front of him and take his hands in mine. Pulling him to his feet, I lead him to the bathroom.
We stand side by side and he looks so different in comparison to me with all his tattoos. I left him a goatee so his face isn’t completely clean shaven, but it is nice to see the rest of his face. I cut his hair to about his chin.
He looks pale and I am afraid he hates it.
I frown. “You hate it.”
“No,” he says with a shake of his head. “It’s just different. Will take some getting used to.”
“Are you sure, because if you hate it…”
He cuts me off when he turns into me and plants his lips down on mine. Soft and sweet. Pure and true. Charlie pushes his tongue into my mouth and I let him, wanting this more than he knows.
His hands glide up the sides of my throat, holding my face in place as his tongue explores and tastes mine. His breath tastes like garlic bread and beer, but I don't care.
One hand moves down to slide up the back of the t-shirt I am still wearing, cupping my butt cheek. He squeezes, and I respond by hiking my leg up on his hip.
Our kiss is deep and intense. The strokes of his tongue slows until he breaks away to catch a breath.
“It’s getting late.”
“Yeah,” I say breathlessly.
“I’ll take the couch.”
My brows draw inward. “Charlie, the bed is big enough for the two of us.”
“I don't trust myself to just sleep if I get in the bed with you.”
“Oh...well.” I don’t know what to say. How am I to respond to that? “I haven't told you my fantasy yet.”
He makes that funny noise in the back of his throat. “Tell me tomorrow. Go ahead and wash up for bed, I’ll clean up the mess in the kitchen.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, Goddamnit,” he snaps, and I shrink back from him.
“Okay,” I whisper as he stomps to the kitchen. I don’t know what I did wrong. Shaking his bad mood off, I go about my business. Maybe he doesn't want to move too fast being I don’t know my own damn name. I can’t blame him there. It stings though.
Tossing the packaging from my new toothbrush in the trash, I brush my teeth with vigor, being harsher on my gums than they deserve, but I’m wound up tight. That kiss, it was as good, if not better, than I had imagined it would be.
When I finish up in the bathroom I start to go to him but think better of it. “Bathroom is all yours,” I call out down the hallway.
He doesn't respond, but I can hear him sweeping the hair up and emptying it into the trash.
I turn down the bedding and flip off the light switch before crawling into the big bed alone.
Eventually light spills from the bathroom when he turns on the lights but quickly fades away when he closes the door. The sound of the shower starting lulls me to sleep for a while.
Sometime in the night I awaken to the sound of the TV. Charlie must have fixed whatever was wrong with it.
I creep down the hallway, quietly, so I don't disturb him if by chance he is sleeping.
When I get to the living room he most definitely is not sleeping. An erotic film plays on the screen. A woman is bound at the wrists behind her back. The cuffs have a chain on each that is connected to a cuff around each ankle. A man is pounding into her relentlessly from behind, pulling on the chains with every thrust. I turn to look at the couch, the floor creaks under me, and I find Charlie, cock in hand. When our eyes meet, he doesn't stop stroking his erection. In fact, the fist around his cock jerks faster, harder even.
I stand unmoving. Unable to look away, I watch as he continues to pleasure himself, his eyes never leaving mine to look back at what is on the screen. The woman’s heated moans echo around us along with the slick sound of his movements.
I walk towards him unable to resist the pull I feel to him.
“Don’t,” his voice strains almost as if he is in pain, when I cover his hand with my own, wanting to touch him.
“I want to,” I whisper softly in his ear and kiss him on the jaw.
His hand moves, allowing me to take over. He hisses when I kiss down his throat. “Shelly,” his dark tone warns as I remove my hand and move to straddle him. His hard on pushes against me and I move against him, rubbing my pussy lips over the head of his dick. “Fuck me,” he rasps.
“That's right, Charlie, fuck me,” I say against his mouth, licking the outline of his lips.
“Is that what you want?”
My body trembles as his palm slides up my side and along my ribs before cupping my breast in his hand.
The rough pad of his thumb rubs over my nipple and I kiss him once more. Warmth flows from my body. “Is it tomorrow yet?”
He chuckles lightly. “Technically, why?”
“Because I can tell you what it is I want now.”
“I suppose that’s right.” He continues to pinch and tweak my nipple. The head of his cock rubs against the heart of my desire, teasing me, but never fully giving me what I want.
“I want you, Charlie. I want you to take me. I want you to take me by force,” I confess as I grind down, doing my best to feel him inside me.
“You want me to what?”
“You heard me,” I bite at his bottom lip. “I want you to take what you want when I least expect it. I want you to surprise me and bind my wrists like hers. I want you to fuck me like that.” I motion to the side with a nod, indicating for him to look at the TV screen.
The woman is being fucked with brutal unrelenting thrusts as the man behind her receives and gives pleasure from the action.
Charlie pushes me to the side and covers my body with his. He pulls the t-shirt up over my head, covering my eyes.
Unable to see I feel panic bubbling my chest but Charlie is whispering in my ear. His voice is low, sexy, and gravelly when he says, “If you give yourself to me, Shelly, I’ll never let you go.”
I concentrate on his voice and his touch, but I feel panicked. Anxiety threatens to suck me into a place I don’t want to travel to. I want to stay here in the moment with this savagely handsome man.
His lips claim mine and I stop fighting and surrender.
I give in to desire.
I give in to his words.
I give in to his kiss.
“Take me, Charlie, I’m yours.”