The Entanglement [Charlie Barber]

Chapter 18: Queen Bitch

With a towel wrapped around your body, you walked out of your bathroom and over to the kitchen counter, reaching for a wine glass and pouring yourself a nice helping. Tasting the tart, dry wine on your tongue, you swallowed, letting yourself daydream back to a week ago. Butterflies fluttered in your belly, remembering your first official dinner date with Charlie, how much of a gentleman he was, surprising you with such a wonderful and memorable night despite his dislike for Scarlett or going on official dates for that matter.

Charlie had taken on the role of what could only be defined as an actual boyfriend. Whether or not he would openly refer to himself as your boyfriend or you, his girlfriend, may never happen but behind closed doors, you had become much more than just lovers. You saw each other almost every day as long as you didn't already have scheduled plans to do other things.

In the evenings you'd work at the spa, Charlie would make plans to meet up with close friends or people from the theater scene to plan their next round of shows. Sometimes he would be out all night and you wouldn't hear from him until the next day, but that was fine for you since you enjoyed your space.

Tonight, however, was a big deal for you both. Charlie was coming over to take you to the club for the first time as his submissive. It was a bit of an "introduction", as he explained so that you would be known around the club as "his property". You rolled your eyes at the thought of being paraded around like someone's trophy, but there was something seductive behind it all, knowing that you could make him crumble to the floor when it was just the two of you. As far as everyone else was concerned, he was your dominant, but you knew all you had to do was give him a stern look and a few orders before he would succumb to you. It gave you chills knowing how much power you had over a man like that.

Walking over to the radio on the nightstand, you turned on some sexy music. You still had a couple of hours to get ready before Charlie would arrive, and you decided now was as good a time as any to get off to the thought of making Charlie drop to his knees for you in front of everyone at the club.

It may never be a reality, but it would live rent-free in your fantasies.

Laying naked on your bed, damp hair draped over the pillow, you began touching yourself to the mental vision of him... his lips, his hair, his hands....

His eyes, looking up at you, sinking to his knees, slowly but with purpose, hands sliding down to your hips, parted lips moving closer to your center....

Your eyes were closed, breathing heavy, imagining it all in your head.

Everyone watching while the two of you only watched each other, his tongue dragging against your core, dark eyes narrowing as you slipped your fingers through his soft, raven hair...

You quickly snapped out of it when you heard the deadbolt unlock on your front door. Grabbing your towel and holding it up to your chest as you promptly sat up, and saw Charlie walk through the door with a shopping bag in hand.

"Damn it!... you really should knock!" you reacted, trying to catch your breath.

Charlie, giving you a crooked grin and shaking his head as he closed the door behind him, casually stalked towards the bed. "What's my bad girl up to?"

You exhaled sharply, getting up from the bed and wrapping the towel around your frame.

"You're early," you sneered.

He laughed, sitting the bag down on the bed. "I have no problem waiting for you to finish," he said, reaching for your towel and tugging. You pulled back, holding the towel snug to your body.

"I'm not going to jerk off in front of you," you mocked. "If anything, we'd just fuck."

Charlie tucked your wet hair behind your ear. "Mutual masturbation is hot, we should try it sometime," he said, directly.