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Then book her more often. It’s not like you can’t afford to book Charlotte more than twice a week. Hell, you could book her five times a week. I bet she’d say yes. She obviously needs the money.
I seriously considered it for a few minutes before ultimately dismissing the idea. My new job was a shitshow and taking up far more time and energy than I anticipated. I already regretted my decision to work with them, and it’d only been a week. I suspected the company was committing fraud, and if my suspicions proved correct, I’d have no choice but to report them.
Despite how much I’d like to have Charlotte kneeling at my feet even more than twice a week, I didn’t have the time.
Who says she’d agree to more play sessions anyway? Maybe she’s too busy kneeling for someone else.
My stomach twisted, and my hand stuttered to a stop against Charlotte’s hair. Her sensitivity and odd awareness of my moods meant she stiffened against me before looking upward. “Mr. Steele? Did I do something wrong?”
“I’m not finished reviewing your work,” I said. “Quiet, please, Charlotte.”
Looking chastised, she bent her head, studying her fingers that twisted in her lap. My annoyance - I refused to call it jealousy - that she might be taking contracts with other men had worked me up in a way I didn’t understand or enjoy.
My voice curt, I said, “Stand, please.”
She stood immediately, giving me an anxious look, her teeth working at that still sore looking bottom lip. I gave her ass a spank, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make her release her bottom lip and stare at me in surprise.
“No chewing on your lip,” I said.
“Yes, sir,” she said.
I returned to my document, ignoring her completely. When she started to fidget, I said, “No fidgeting,” without looking away from the screen. She stilled, and I waited half a minute before, still staring at the computer screen, sliding my hand up her skirt and caressing her bare thigh.
“Where are your stockings?”
“I forgot them, sir,” she said. “I’m sorry.”
I was too busy greedily exploring the silkiness of her soft skin to reply. I skimmed my hand up the back of one thigh and cupped her ass cheek as I clicked through the document Charlotte had typed. I didn’t comprehend a word of it. How could I when Charlotte’s soft skin filled my hand, when her breath hitched in a soft gasp at the first touch of my fingers sliding between her firm thighs?
“Open,” I demanded.
She spread her legs wide, and I murmured, “Good girl,” before cupping her bare pussy. She was hot and slick, and I was pleased she’d obeyed my request not to wax. I toyed with the coarse hair before parting her damp folds and gently rubbing her clit.
Her breath came in harsh pants, and her body trembled. I continued to study the document, my cock a hard pipe in my pants. She made a soft cry of protest when I slipped my hand out from under her skirt.
I had cleared off my desk earlier today, leaving nothing but my laptop. I pointed to the empty space. “Lift your skirt and sit on my desk.”
She blinked at me, shock and a little confusion in her gaze. “I… what?”
“Skirt around your waist, ass on my desk, Charlotte,” I said.
She continued to hesitate, but the look I gave her made her slide in front of me. Her cheeks red, she tugged up her skirt and, with a doubtful look at the desk, sat on the shiny surface.
Her legs were tightly closed, and I tapped one knee. “Open.”
Her face now a bright red, she spread her legs, and I stepped between them. I cupped the back of her neck, studying her bottom lip before brushing my mouth against hers. She returned my kiss eagerly, but I pulled back when she tried to deepen it.
“Please,” she said breathlessly. “Kiss me, Mr. Steele.”
“Your lip is too sore,” I said. “It needs to heal first. If it’s better at our next session, I’ll kiss you. Will you be a good girl and let your lip heal?”
She nodded vigorously. “Yes, I promise.”
“Good.” I brushed her hair back from her face. As much as I loved the sleek smoothness, now that I’d seen her curls, I missed them. “I want you to leave your hair curly for our Sunday sessions.”
“Yes, Mr. Steele.”
Her immediate obedience made my cock even harder. Fuck, I loved how eager she was to please me.
