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I considered both pairs, one tweezer stylewith delicate, dangling gold chains dotted with tiny diamonds, theother a clothespin model ornamented with filigree ruby pendants.Since I wasn’t sure how much experience Charlotte had with nippleclamps beyond the box she’d checked on the form, I decided to gowith the safer route and picked the diamonds.
“I think the rubies will clash with theribbon,” I said as an excuse.
While I worked on the second foot, Asialeaned over Charlotte, whose breasts rose and fell with herhastening breaths. Her back arched in anticipation as Asia’s mouthclosed over a rosy nipple.
I tied the knot firmly; Charlotte wouldn’tbe comfortable, but she’d be accessible. The width of the benchforced her legs wide apart, and her glistening cunt left shiningkisses on the leather seat.
I moved behind her and cut another length ofribbon, capturing her arms and binding her wrists at the small ofher back. She gasped and writhed her hips, and I looked up to seeAsia slowly sliding up the tension ring of one clamp.
“You seem to have this under control,” Isaid as I rose. I dropped a kiss on Charlotte’s forehead and slidthe bandage scissors onto the counter. “Bring her to me when she’sready.”
I couldn’t sprint, but I came as close to itas my cane allowed on my way to the den, muttering apologies tosome of the decorators I almost careened into. They were carefullyarranging rows of candles and swaths of delicate pink silk to linethe path Charlotte would walk to me when it was time.
I wished it was time right then.
In the den, I closed the door and hit thelock. Not that I thought anyone would come in and disturb me; itmade it feel dirtier if I treated it like a secret to hide.
My laptop sat on the coffee table, alreadyconnected to the bathroom camera. As requested, Miranda had hung mychange of clothes on the back of the door. I could get ready whileI watched Tiffany and Asia make Charlotte ready.
I turned up the volume on the laptop andfrowned at the buzzing noise coming from it, until I realized itwasn’t the machine malfunctioning but the sound of a vibratorcoming through the speakers.
“Remember, you have to tell me before youget there,” Tiffany instructed Charlotte patiently. “Mr. Ashe isn’tgoing to be happy with you if you come before he gives youpermission.”
I watched Charlotte squirm but couldn’t hearher over the noise of Asia’s blow-dryer. I noted the way myprincess’s hips started to rock in a steady rhythm, and I murmuredaloud, “Don’t you dare.”
It wasn’t like she could hear me, but shedid obey the rules, crying out in time for Tiffany to pull thevibrator away.
What had I been doing? Oh, right. Gettingdressed.
I unbuttoned the crisp black shirt on thehanger and pulled my T-shirt over my head, loath to take my eyesoff the screen. Asia worked fast, and when the last curler waspinned into place—and one more orgasm had been denied—she tradedduties with Tiffany, dropping to her knees between Charlotte’sspread thighs.
“Could I borrow a brush, Tiffany?” Asiaasked.
I sucked in a breath, full of admiration forthe technique. Asia peeled back Charlotte’s glistening labia,isolating her clit between finger and thumb. Dragging the fluffyhead of a makeup brush over the straining flesh in a downwardstroke, Asia cooed, “I’m going to keep doing this Charlotte. Itwon’t be enough to make you come, but it will keep you on the edge.If you’re too close, though, you have to tell me. You’re notallowed to come.”
Charlotte moaned in reply.
Tiffany tutted. “And you can’t move likethat while I’m working on your face.”
My cock throbbed painfully. I reached intomy pocket to adjust. I wasn’t sure changing my pants was a greatidea; once my cock was out, I couldn’t be trusted not to jerkoff.
Fuck, I should have asked to recordthis.
You don’t need to record it, Ireminded myself.She’s yours.
And not for a fucking week. I was going tokeep Charlotte, no matter what I had to do to prove I was worthy ofher.
Dividing my attention between changing myclothes and watching the screen turned out to be a good idea.Buttons and zippers and shoelaces were the perfect distraction formy horny brain, and clothing myself was all I could accomplish atthe moment. Charlotte was a wreck by the time I fastened my shirtcuffs. She whined and writhed while the stylists scolded andtormented her for my amusement.
“Here,” Asia said, handing the brushback.
Tiffany picked up the dildo.
“Oh fuck, I need that in me,” Charlottegroaned, bucking her hips.
“Only if you promise that you won’t come.”Asia rubbed the tip of the dildo up and down Charlotte’s slit.“Shift your hips a little, and I’ll let you have this. All theway.”
Charlotte wriggled and managed to scoot herass to the edge of the bench. Tiffany put a knee on the corner tostop it from toppling over.