All Chapters of Mastering Charlotte: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

JamesHer head drops, and she stares at the floor, nodding."Is Charlotte your real name?"Still staring at the ground, still silent, she shakes her head."No, of course not. But for the avoidance of doubt for you, the auction house knows exactly who I am." I chuckle. "If nothing else, they have my credit card details."Now she looks up at me again, her eyes softer.That's it, isn't it... You need to feel safer...Fair enough..."You are, how old? Twenty-two was it?"Nod."It's not easy to be a twenty-two-year-old virgin these days. How did you manage it?"She looks shame faced. "I got married," she says, her voice small, "but he didn't love me. I found out later that he'd only married me to please his parents... He.… he didn't like girls… On our wedding night, he wouldn't..." She stalls and her words dry up.Should I believe her?She doesn't look as though she's lying...Poor kid... What a lousy start..."Not a good start to life, I have to agree. So, aft

JamesI aim, and I think succeed, in ending the meal with her well-fed, but not overly so and just the slightest bit tipsy; enough to lower her shields without being falling-down silly.As we enter the apartment, I take her coat, then take her hand. Holding her eyes, I lead her through to the bedroom.I tried to make it beautiful for her and paid the hotel staff to have it ready for us when we returned. And as we step in, I'm glad that I did so. This is hardly the classic dream of a young girl's first romance, but perhaps I can give her a convincing substitute...Candlelight washes its golden glimmer over her face, the light like embers in her fiery hair. Flickering shadows cast depths into the space that would not normally be expected in a hotel bedroom.Now... seduce her.How did you feel, all those years ago, when she guided you through your first time?Charlotte stands before me, her expression a little... adrift... Holding her by the waist with one hand, I stroke her

JamesTaking time for my own enjoyment, I lap at the wet heat of her now hot and engorged pussy. She's flooding...Shouldn't have any problems when I'm ready to get inside her...Fuck, but I'm looking forward to having my cock in there... The pillow I used to support her hips is barely necessary now; she's arching and straining, and her weight abruptly transfers to her feet across my shoulders as her body tenses.She's on the build to climax. Her whole body is vibrating, and her wails are becoming louder.My angle is awkward for it, but with my mouth capping her lips and clit, I finger-fuck her, spreading my fingers to stretch her in the way that women seem to enjoy so much.For a moment, she freezes, poised on the edge...There she blows...... and she judders into orgasm, screaming.Taking a breath, I plunge my tongue into her, as deeply as I can, swiping out inside her against pulsing muscles. My face pressed in hard against her, I extend the moment as long as I

MichaelI enter the hotel dining room where, at the far side of the room, I can see James seated at a table with the girl.Neither has seen me, and I don't announce myself. I want first to see how she is, how she's reacting to him. Certainly, on the face of it, it seems I have no cause to worry. She's laughing and joking with him, with a huge plate of food in front of her.Well, she's not scared if she's eating like that...There's an odd expression on her face.What is it?Admiration? Adoration? Worship?She may have only just met him a day ago, but whatever happened last night, she's not in fear of him...Time to introduce myself...Trying to seem casual, I walk up to the table and the girl turns to me, looks up into my face...... and I find myself lost in the emerald gaze of Charlotte.…For the shortest of moments, words escape me, as I simply gaze into those eyes. Then I really look at herOh, my God…She is stunning.She's wearing no make-up and needs

MichaelIn truth, I think James has told her to wear them simply so she feels more comfortable, because they hide nothing; in a sheer, translucent wrap and stockings, her body is quite visible through the fabric; the curve of her breasts, the line of her waist and hip, the splash of red at her loins. Her hair is brushed long and loose; her face is elaborately made up and she wears a heavy jewelled collar at her neck.And she looks simply amazing, utterly breath-taking.She hovers at the door, clearly nervous again.James meets my eyes and as he offers her wine, together we switch on our smiles."Relax a little, Charlotte," he says. "You look beautiful. Come join us. Let us look at you."She doesn't speak, sipping wine. I think the glass gives her something to do with her hands.There is a full-length mirror on one of the walls. James guides her to it and I follow, wondering what is in his mind. For all our years-long friendship, I'm seeing a new side to him.Standing be