His hands were rubbing over your ass, soft soothing circles to help lull you to sleep. Until his fingers danced dangerously close to your panties.
"What's my baby doing up?" Charles asks after seeing the clock read 2am. Usually you were knocked out before him and awake and starting your day before he even realized you left the bed. You were painfully conscious of his fingers and the games they were playing.
"Couldn't s-sleep," you stuttered out, the movement of his hands keeping your mind wide awake.
"Known that much, you were squirming all over my cock."
"Charles," you gasped and flinched at his filthy mouth. He was in one of those moods, and he made you aware of it fast. You could have sworn you felt a dripping pool in your panties.
"What?" he said innocently. "Weren't you just lecturing me about communication last night?" His hand fully slipped into your pannties and cupped you, rocking his hand back and forth against for emphasis. "This is me communicating." You let out a low hiss as he took no time entering you. Two of his fingers were rubbing your walls in the most sinful way. You felt like your eyes were about to pop out of your head.
"Fuckk," you dragged out in a moan that made his cock twitch. Your hand flew to your mouth to cover your moans. Hearing your voice in his ear made Charles speed up, edging you on to scream for him. He turned and kissed your temple.
"Honey, we know you're not quiet. Let it out for me. Wanna hear you," he whispered. The words went straight to your core, and you clenched around him without warning, forcing him to imagine how you'd feel wrapped around him. "Fuck, if you don't cum I will." You bite your lip, painfully hard.
His head was resting on your thighs as he mouthed at your clothed clit. Just his breathe over you had your hips jerking. He slapped your thigh.
"Relax," he said with a casual smirk as if he didn't know exactly what he was doing to you.
"Would be," you said panting, "easier if you actually did something." You were annoyed. You were horny, and you needed a release. Now. Charles looked up at you, eyes hard. He completely moved away from your pussy, eliciting a loud whine on your end. His hand snaked up your body, stopping to flick at your hard nipples repeatedly. Your back instinctively arched up into his touch. "Charl-" You felt a fresh spank delivered straight to your pussy, your clit throbbing from the impact. The sound that left your mouth was unheard of to Charles, spurring him on more.
"Princess, I think you've forgotten the rules, since I've been on tour. In this bed? You listen. Yes?" His lips were leaves trails down your neck and across your body to your other ear. "You starting to remember?" Your mind was racing and you couldn't process an answer, aside from a nod." Your clit felt the impact of another spank. "Didn't I teach you to use your words, princess?"
Yes!" you gasp out. Every move he made, you felt intensified. He smiled, a full on, big smile.
"That's my girl," he moved his kisses down your body, lingering in his favorite spots along the way. "My pretty." Kiss. "Pretty girl." He made his way back to his favorite set of lips, now eye level with your clit. He chuckled. "You're so fucking wet. You love this shit." You whined and squirmed under his intense gaze. "Tell me." Confusion managed to flash across your face as you propped yourself up on your elbows.
"Wha-"
"You heard me." His voice bounced off the walls, echoing his dominance throughout the entire room. At this point, you swear you could feel yourself dripping onto the satin sheets. He laughed again, bitterly, and you could tell he was annoyed. "Baby, you know I hate repeating myself."
