It was thrilling, but terrifying.
Charlie was silent the whole car ride, hands tightly gripping the steering wheel, his eyes not glancing at you even once.
At first, you were frightened, worried that you had made him upset in some way, but as you looked at his lap and saw the significant tent in his shorts, you knew otherwise.
And he was just as silent and intimidating as he guided you back into his small townhouse, dropping the bags he had been carrying by the door and disappearing down the hall.
You stood awkwardly at the front door, slipping off your shoes, still dressed in just your white bikini and slip on dress. You weren't sure what you were supposed to do.
A moment or two passed and Charlie still hadn't returned. You pondered looking for him, but the idea was quickly shut down when he came back out, still silent as ever.
His face was pinched in thought as his body was dressed in something a little more comfortable — his black joggers and a white t-shirt that hugged his dad-bod beautifully.
He stood a few feet away from you, big arms crossed over his chest as his eyes bored into you, scanning you and feasting on your terrified figure.
"What you pulled today - I didn't like it, not one bit. In fact, these past few weeks, I haven't liked it at all." He finally spoke in a stern voice, cutting the silence.
He looked down at you, head titled down a bit. His chest shook a little as he spoke, his head nodding with each word.
You swallowed hard. "I'm sorry–" you began, quickly cut off when Charlie put a hand out, signalling you to stop.
"I'm not finished. As I was saying, I haven't liked your behaviour, and I've been letting you get away with it for weeks. But I'm done." He continued.
You furrowed your brows. "You're done?" You asked in question, confused on what he meant.
He took one step forward— one intimidating step. It made you take one step back, hands ghosting against the wall behind you.
"Yes, brat, I'm done. I'm going to give you the punishment you deserve for acting like this." He clarified.
You slowly nodded in understanding. You weren't sure what his "punishment" entailed, but it had you wet and ready for whatever it was.
"So...what now?" You asked, voice small. You were looking for guidance, asking for direction.
Charlie looked down at you for a moment.
What was next? He had never had this power dynamic. Sure, he had kinky sex in his twenties when he was hot shit and everyone wanted to sleep with him, but this was different now.
It had been years since those times, and things were different. He was much older now, and you were much younger. He wasn't with Nicole anymore.
But that wasn't a bad thing, in fact, it was an opportunity for him. With you, he could play out whatever fantasy he wanted, and he knew you'd do it. You'd do anything for him. He had you wrapped around his finger.
He sucked in a sharp breath, arms still tightly crossed against his chest, arms flexing. "I want you to strip, and then you'll get on all fours, and crawl to my bedroom, do I need to repeat myself?" He ordered.
Giving orders like this felt familiar to him, but not in this setting. He felt like he was back at the theatre, telling people what to do — and they'd do it just because he said so.
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PUT ME IN A MOVIE - Charlie Barber.
Fanfiction" Lights, camera, action....he didn't know he'd have this much fun..." Recovering from his divorce, Charlie had fallen into bad habits - smoking again, drinking again, and not prioritizing his time with his son, Henry. Charlie was desperate for a...
