All Chapters of Mastering Charlotte: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

JamesI have her, open to me and barely able to do more than mumble.Her legs back over my shoulders as I kneel once more, I take a few moments to enjoy the view; her gorgeous pink pussy, blushing to scarlet and gleaming at the core with the trickle of her juices waiting to be enjoyed. Opening her up, I use both hands to stretch her wide for me as she quivers and trembles under my touch.I think she wants to pant, but through her stuffed mouth she can't. Instead, her breathing through her nose is loud and as I bob up to check she's okay, her chest is rising and falling rapidly.Her clit is begging for attention, so easing back the sheath, I taste the small shaft with the tip of my tongue. She rumbles and trembles and her perfume grows suddenly pungent with a rush of her juices.A finger inside her sodden pussy is hot and slick with her honey and she moans again as I add another finger, then another, stretching her as I delve in for her sweet spot. The inner muscle pulses arou

James"Ready?""Mmm, yes.""Thought so. You're very wet." Rotating my hips, I tease at her, pressing close but not entering. She twitches and jumps, her breath catching, and she tries to swing up to take me in, but I back away."No. Remember who is Master here."Her tension trembles through to me but she relaxes, lying back obediently."That's better. You can have a little more now." And I press in a shade further, coming to rest just inside her. Her silken pussy tightens around me, repeatedly constricting then relaxing....Ah.... sheesh....I bite down, swallowing hard to resist the urge to drive in deeply and once more, she tries to arch, to take me in. And once more, I pull away."I want to fuck you brainless, but I'm not going to. We'll take it nice and slowly this time.""Master, please.""No. Do as you're told.".... I'll have your obedience one way or another....She relaxes back once more, but her eyes are wild, her breathing rapid..... How far c

JamesI glance down at Charlotte, but she simply returns a shrug.Francis checks some code from a note on a corkboard then, tapping at her laptop, "Her phone is showing up as being in Berkeley Street."Richard whirls on Charlotte. "Is that where you and she were shopping?"Sounding worried, "Just around the corner, yes."Wondering if she's done something wrong?Richard's usual unflappable calm is gone. His words terse, "Francis, give the exact location to Ross." She taps something in and hits a 'Send' key. Richard is already back on his mobile. "Ross, did you catch all that? Yes, go and find her."He taps off his phone and stands, pinching the bridge of his nose with thumb and forefinger. He is pallid and sweating."Richard, what's wrong?" I ask.He replies slowly, reluctantly, forcing the words out. "Elizabeth was kidnapped once...."Kidnapped? Beth?.... The Billionaire's wife........ An obvious target....".... Ever since then, I've always kept an eye on m

Jenny's beyelids flutter open and she inhales deeply....Whiteness above her, and a sweet scent........ and the sound of chatter and laughter....Her lips are a little sore and frowning as she pulls herself up, she sucks at dry skin.Jennifer sits in a bed made up with clean, sweet-scented linen, topped with a cover made up of knitted squares. She has never seen such a thing. Baffled, she slips out from the sheets, to find she is wearing a long nightgown in a plain white linen which smells faintly of lavender and falls almost to her ankles. And beside her, lying on a wooden chair is a white bathrobe and on the timber plank floor, by a rag rug in bright colours, slippersAround her, a plain pretty room painted in a neutral colour. Beside her, a small set of drawers with a vase of flowers, delicate and wild, and the source of the perfume........ Or are they? The room itself smells sweet.Fresh air blooms through the room from billowing linen curtains. The curtains flut

JamesI wake in the deep of the night, and through sleep-befuddled confusion, cannot make sense of the sound I hear.But the noise is persistent and after long seconds it comes to me that my phone is ringing. Propping up on an elbow in the dark, rubbing grit from my eyes, I check the time on the screen as I touch Charlotte's flashing avatar. It's late enough to be early.My brain is still not wired up properly. "Charlotte? It's late to be calling. Is everything alright?"There is a rustling and a clunk, and it's Michael's voice I hear. "James, we were attacked...."Attacked?I sit up with a jolt, scrabbling for the light switch as I keep the phone pressed to my ear."Attacked? Michael, did I hear you right? Who by? How many are there?"".... Not sure how many there are, but they're armed with guns...."Oh, Christ........ and I sent you up there........ Charlotte....".... We've taken out two of them," he continues, "but there's more, so we're taking the trail