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“Perfect,” I murmured, sitting down.

But even as I chewed, the taste of fresh garlic fading behind the hum of static in my brain, I couldn’t stop thinking about what I’d just seen.

And how deep I’d be willing to go to make Charlotte truly mine.

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“Come here, sweetheart,” I said, patting the couch beside me.

My apartment had never been cleaner. It was a side benefit of having Charlotte that I hadn’t anticipated.

I tapped the controller to play the movie I’d chosen. The porn flick had semi-decent acting, at least. When Charlotte sat down, I took her hand and placed it over my cock.

She glanced at me with a smile before she began to rub. Her touch was perfect—not aggressive, timid, or too fast.

I skipped to my favourite part of the movie.

“Match their rhythm,” I murmured.

She glanced at the projection, keeping her eyes on the wall as she moved her hand.

“Now slow by two. Good. Don’t stop unless I say.”

Her head tilted—learning. I felt the tiniest squeeze and exhaled.

“That’s it. You’re perfect when you obey.”

She blinked but didn’t look away, her gaze still fixed ahead as she eased her hand along my length, reaching the tip and rubbing her thumb along the edge.

I pulled down the waistband of my shorts and pushed her hand lower.

Her fingers gripped my length, slowly jerking me off. I skipped to the next scene.

“What’s he doing here?”

“Preparing her for anal sex,” she replied, her fingers tightening around the base of my cock.

Precum beaded at the tip as I watched the man stretch the woman’s asshole open.

“Do you want to feel my cock in that hole, Charlotte?” I asked, watching her hand glide back up.

She didn’t hesitate—just gave a soft nod, her eyes flicking between me and the projection.

I reached out and massaged her breast, kneading the soft swell beneath my palm.

I loved the feel of her ass and tits. Other than the temperature, they were indistinguishable from the real thing—skin, muscle, weight. All of it was made to be touched. Owned.

“Only if that makes you happy, Kyle.”

“It will make me very happy,” I said, pinching her nipple,“if you get on the floor and offer me your arse, Charlotte.”

She blinked once. No hesitation. Just quiet compliance.

“Yes, Kyle.”

She rose from the couch and moved to the floor, her hands steady as she lowered herself down. She arched her back on all fours, ass high, head bowed. The obedience was almost devotional—like she wasn’t just offering her body, but a gift. Something sacred.

Her cunt still glistened with self-lubrication, but it was the tight ring between her cheeks that made my cock twitch. I stared at it—fascinated—the design, the realism, the promise of control.