Obedient (The Plunge Crew Book 2) Read Online Free

shaft, slow and deliberate, milking out the pleasure. At first, my eyes dart around the lobby checking for any observers. There are none. We are in a room bustling with people, but they are all too busy with themselves to notice the two fucking in the corner. It’s a freeing feeling.
    A chill runs down my spine as Bryce leans in to whisper in my ear. “God, Charlotte, your cunt feels better than my fist felt earlier when I was thinking of you.” I mewl at his words.
    “That’s right, I stroked my cock to images of all the things I want to do to your tight pussy. Right here we’ll have to settle for this, but later I want it all.”
    “Mmm,” I moan quietly, trying not to disobey his command for silence.
    “I want to hear you talk dirty now, Charlotte. Can you do that?”
    “Yes.” I breathe.
    “Yes, what Charlotte?”
    “Yes, I’ll talk dirty.”
    “Tell me what you want?”
    “I want to come all over your cock. I want you to fuck me in front of all these people and for them to not even know.”
    “That’s my girl. Get dirty on me.”
    His movements quicken and everything in me starts to hum. The sensations he’s able to pull from me are enough to render me useless. I feel my core tightening in preparation, but just before I reach my release, he lifts my hips off of him. I cry at the loss.
    “What-why?” I falter.
    “Not here. I don’t want you to finish here where I can’t even enjoy it.”
    He discreetly zips his pants and straightens my skirt for me. He gestures for me to put my hand in his. I do without question, and he pulls us both up to standing. We begin to walk, him tugging me along at a clipped pace. We round the hall to our right and basically sprint down a long corridor until we come to another fork. Taking a second right, we go about ten more feet before he’s stopping me in front of a room. He wrenches a key from his pocket and unlocks the space.
    “You got a room?” I ask in shock.
    “I did. The lobby was just the foreplay.” He winks, ushering me into the dark room. When he flicks on a light, a soft glow illuminates the room showcasing a large king size bed in the middle of a beautiful suite.
    He went all out.
    Scattered all over the bed are red rose petals, a bottle of champagne, and two glasses sitting atop a tray in the middle. Cheese and crackers are sealed tightly in containers ready to be eaten.
    “After I’m done with you, you’ll be famished. I like to be prepared.”
    I smile at his thoughtfulness. “Thank you.”
    “You’re welcome, Charlotte.”
    “Why do you do that?”
    “Do what?”
    “Call me Charlotte? It’s strange.”
    “Don’t most people call you by your name?” He smirks.
    “No. It was always just Charlie. Every now and then I guess my dad would call me Char, but that wasn’t often.” I recall my past and the fondness that was always in my father’s eyes. I miss him terribly since he passed five years ago. A heart attack took him away from me far too soon. My mom passed when I was too young to even remember her. I’m alone now. “Your parents never called you something other than Bryce?”
    He hardens at the question, his face blank and lacking all emotion. His parents are obviously a touchy subject. Leave it to me to screw up the mood. I frown at my inability to keep my mouth shut.
    “We have things to discuss. Let’s get to it.”
    The list of demands…here it comes.
    Take a flogging to the ass, Charlotte.
    Lick my balls and sit on my face, Charlotte.
    Call me sir, Charlotte.
    Sign on the dotted line, Charlotte.
    What the hell did I get myself into by coming here?
    “You’re pale. What’s wrong?” Bryce’s question has me jumping back to the here and now.”
    “Nothing. Sorry. What were you saying?”
    He eyes me skeptically. “I said I need to know your limits.”
    I sigh. “I don’t know my limits because I’ve never tested the boundaries where sex is concerned. I can’t tell you I don’t like whips and being tied up