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sit here again."
    I take them off, folding them and putting them on his desk. He's waiting for me, and I look at him, waiting for him to say this is all a joke. He's not serious.
    He doesn't.
    I straddle his lap, he guides my hips so I'm flush against his. I can feel his cock straining though his pants, pressing against me. From the feel alone I can already tell it's enough to promise pleasure for days.
    Charles puts his hands in my hair again and takes a kiss before tilting my head back and kissing my throat, moving his way down to my breasts. He doesn't bother moving my bra, sucking my left nipple into his mouth through the sheer fabric. A groan escapes me and I rock my hips against him.
    "Not yet," He says, "That will come later. I can't wait to have my way with you." I shudder at the implication of everything he can do to me.
    His mouth moves over my nipple again, and his hand is at my entrance again, fingers teasing. He slides two fingers in deep. "Ride my hand." He says, and I don't hesitate. I roll hips against his hand, lifting up and falling. I grab the back of the couch and follow his instructions: I ride his fingers in a way that would make any cowboy proud. I'm approaching the top, every roll of hips bringing me closer. My eyes are closed, and I feel his hand tighten in my hair.
    Suddenly his fingers are gone and I falter. I open my eyes to find him watching me. His face is serious, but his eyes are playful, like he's amused that I thought he would let me come so easily. Gripping my hips, he flips me over onto the couch so I'm leaning back against it, and he's above me. I'm overwhelmed by the sight of him above me. It's exactly how I thought it would be.
    He takes both of my wrists in one hand and moves them above my head, touching them to the wall. His other hand is at my pussy, filling it again with his fingers, moving with purpose. He adds a third finger, and then a fourth, and I feel so full, so aroused, I know it won't take me long.
    Every stroke touches all of me and a brightness gathers in deep inside me. I can feel it closing in. Then he moves faster, and I feel his thumb roll across my clit, and I break. My hips spasm as he continues to fuck me with his hand. I bite my lips to keep quiet as the orgasm rolls over me and I go deaf and blind.
    I feel his fingers leave me, and I feel his hand guide mine down from against the wall. I take deep breaths, but my heart is still pounding. Wow.
    I hear a zipper, and I open my eyes to see. I've been waiting for this moment. I am not disappointed. His erection is full and long and straight. I think about wrapping my hands around it, knowing it would take both to full circle him.
    He's watching me again, and even though the power is still there, there's a mischievous smile on his face. "My turn."

Chapter  6.
Charles
    T he sight of Alyssa spread out in front of me, dazed from her orgasm, is nearly enough to make me come. The hungry look in her eyes when she saw my cock is definitely more than enough. Having her under my control is like a fire has been lit inside. I want every part of her to surrender to me, and that part of me that is purely male is roaring in satisfaction that she said yes. "Alyssa."
    "Yes, Sir." She says in a voice that tells me she's still in the hum of her orgasm. It won't be her last. I take my time looking at her. Every part of her is beautiful, from her face to her breasts to her pussy, which is swollen and glistening and far too tempting.
    "Alyssa." She looks at me, "Put your hands on me."
    She does, and I don't even think she realizes that she's smiling. She wraps her fingers around me, and I close my eyes. The warmth spreading through her fingers is the best thing I've felt in a long time. The tips of her fingers run down my length and my muscles tighten.
    She wraps both her hands around me and strokes me from base to tip, and I have to hold my breath. She does it again. Then with one hand and the other. Back and forth. Every stroke is bright