Under His Thumb (closed)

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Charlotte bit her lip, just barely able to contain a moan that was threatening to escape. Her hips rolled slightly and she tried to hide the movement by adjusting her place on her chair. The good had only just arrived, and she was already losing her mind. This was bad; she was supposed to be using this meal to drive him crazy, not the other way around. At the very least, she had to prevent him from realizing the kind of impact he had on her.

"Sisters? You were raised among women then," he notes. She couldn't help the mischievous smile that crossed her face. "That certainly explains your sense of style, she said, careful to leave her comment vague so he wouldn't know if it was meant as a compliment or an insult. She meant it as a compliment, but he was going to have to figure that out himself. She realized belatedly that flirting with him probably wasn't going to fix her arousal problem but, at the moment, she didn't care.

 

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If he hadn't been looking for it, Brent would have ignored the subtle signs of shifting, of her biting her lip. The signs could have meant anything, but with what his friends' device was doing to her, he knew it had to be her body getting the better of her. Or that was he believed, and he knew well enough that belief could lead to very powerful things...or very dangerous ones, in the wrong hands. And having his rival in the palm of his hand seemed very intoxicating, even as she flirted back at him with the comment about his sisters influencing his dressing. They had, and he did have style, but that wasn't the point. All he needed to do was believe, which meant acting like it.

Her smile certainly helped, too.

"Thank you, Charlotte." As much as he played up their rivalry at work, and as much as he hated her constantly getting the best of him, it didn't mean she was a bad person. The service here was good, or they'd been taking longer to talk then he'd figured as their food arrived, steam coming up from their plates, and the waiter offering pepper or Parmesan cheese, which he took light helpings of. After the waiter left again, he smiled as he looked at her, setting his napkin on his lap as he raised his wine glass, willing to clink it against hers if she showed the slightest inclination to agree. "To our new partnership." He smiled. "I think tonight's a night to indulge, don't you think?"

He subtly turned her arousal level back down, giving her a chance to eat, and refocus, although Brent wasn't about to let her off the hook totally. "So, I've let you know a few things about me...how about you return the favor?"

 

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Charlotte was thankful for the chance to focus on something other than her throbbing nethers, so she took her time thinking about her response.

"Well. You know that Verasoft was my father's creation. He built it from the ground up. I was basically bred to become it's CEO. As a child, I spent as much time in our old offices as I did at home. A lot of people seem to pity me for the childhood I had. They think it was too serious, that I had too much pressure on me, that I wasn't given a choice about what I wanted to do. But it wasn't like that. I always wanted to follow in my father's footsteps. I took to technology like a fish to water as soon as I was tall enough to reach a keyboard. My father wanted to train me personally for the position once I was out of high school, but my mother insisted I go to college, so off I went." She laughed lightly. "I remember so well the speech right after my convocation where my father announced that he was placing me on the executive board, fresh out of university. I thought every man there was about to either have a stroke or throw himself out a window by their reactions. Oh, I was too untested, too inexperienced." She paused to let Brent remember that he had said such things too. "But, well, history is history. They were clearly incorrect." She winked at him, then blushed a little.

"But as for my personal life... Well, I have no siblings, and you know my father retired some years ago. And as you said, there isn't exactly much free time available to people like us. Dating is far too time consuming for the reward," she said, sighing. "I suppose I'm just not interested in spending most of my evenings with men I don't know on the off chance we might actually get along."

 

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The part of him that wasn't thinking about how Charlotte would look further intoxicated by uncontrollable arousal was actually taking interest in what she was saying. He knew some of it by hearsay, but to Brent a story always sounded different coming out of the horse's mouth, so to speak. He could hear the conviction as she said she wanted to follow in her father's footsteps, the laughter and glee as she mentioned the executive board of Verasoft wanting to throw themselves out of the window. "I wish I'd been there." He replied, meaning it sincerely. He enjoyed watching aged executives stutter and gasp at the unexpected. Hell, he would've done so himself had he been there. And Verasoft had barely suffered under her watch; had he been an impassive outside observer, he likely would have barely been able to tell the transition from father to daughter.

And that part wondered if he should give up his device. Stop toying with her, enjoy the evening, work collaboratively with her and still give Tait what he wanted from them.

But he hadn't made it to the top by listening to the angel on his shoulder. "I fully understand." He did, even if that wasn't why he was saying it. "Finding someone as driven as yourself is challenging since that person won't have time for dating." He took another forkful of his pasta, amazed he'd gone through it so quickly. "The downside of success." A casual sip of wine, as he wondered whether he should plant another seed into her mind, as he let the atmosphere linger, let her eat for a while.

"Still, there's no reason you have to let that keep you from...unwinding a bit..." Another easy smile, as he turned her arousal back on, again subtly shifting as she looked away. But not up to 1 this time, skipping the gradual step as he pushed her back up to 2.

"...don't you think?" He looked at her openly, not judging, not caring what she said in return, wanting her to answer honestly. The way she would answer if nobody else was listening.

 

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Charlotte felt her breathing hitch slightly at the implication of his suggestion. Her pussy reacted instantly and strongly, returning to the intense throbbing she'd felt before. There was no question that she wanted him, but part of her wondered if it was just her mood reading too much into his words. It seems like an obvious innuendo but, as the saying goes, when all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail.

She could feel the warmth of her flush rising over her cheeks and spreading to her shoulders and cleavage. She looked demurely at him, up through her thick eyelashes. Part of her wanted him to be straight with her out of a desire to ensure she wasn't simply reading too much into things. The rest of her wanted a straight answer simply to see if she could coax one out of him for the sake of it. She hadn't quite let go of the old power games between them yet. "I'm not sure I take your meaning, Brent," she said, her voice becoming throaty as she leaning toward him across the table, willingly giving him a view down her dress.

 

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Even when pushed by her body's desires, Charlotte still managed to play the game that had always existed between them. The desire not to yield control, to be in charge, to have one step over the other that had, for the most part, been in her hands. But now, with his friend's help, she was gradually being pushed over unwittingly, leaning forward as if it was her body telling her to try to 'seduce' him, to try to trick him into saying or doing something foolish. His eyes didn't leave hers, the smile hardening as her voice turned husky, breathy in response, and Brent took in every word she said.

"I'm not sure I take your meaning, Brent."

He thought about leaning on his arm, as if to relax, but he didn't want to disrupt the...view he was getting down her dress. Even as he didn't gape down there like a schoolboy at a porn magazine, neither would he refuse the look down her dress, into her cleavage, to see what was hidden beneath it, and imagine the rest. The flush on her face told him of her embarrassment, the heat caused by her own desire and whatever he was giving her now.

"I think you do." He replied gamely, his eyes flickering to her, then down her dress, and back at her again. Making sure she saw where he was looking, and knew that he was taking in the view, his voice lowering as he leaned in closer to her. "There are some evenings you just want to meet someone, wine and dine, laugh a little..." he shrugged. "But that takes a lot of...time, as you said. And people like us don't have time for that. No time for falsehoods, or deception, or people just wasting our time."

He thought about turning it up again,wondering if her own body would provide enough of a catalyst as his voice lowered, his own tone full of secrecy and need. "Maybe sometimes all you really want is to get fucked." He emphasized the last word, and looked up to gauge her reaction.

And also gave her a brief blast of level 3 at the word fucked, before turning it back down to level 2.

 

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A low moan escaped Charlotte at the word "fucked," and she felt her pussy clench. She needed something in her, now. Something that would satisfy the aching desire she'd been enduring all day. Her body calmed only slight when Brent stopped speaking, but it was too late - she was drenched with her own lust and something in her snapped.

"You have no idea..." she purred, leaning closer to him, her breasts pressing up and out as she leaned against her arms, folded in front of her on the table. Part of her knew she should be embarrassed by how she reacted to nothing but his words. Normally, she probably would have had te presence of mind to take a step back and stop this madness before she did anything stupid. But she had spent almost two hours this afternoon masturbating with no release and that, combined with her current arousal, was driving her insane.

 

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With his eyes trained on her, it didn't take much to hear her moan, or tell from her body language that she was desperately resisting urges best expressed in private. But Brent could see her resolve dwindling, the desire to give into her body's urges increasing as she leaned forward, her eyes saying what her lips couldn't as she leaned forward seductively, her arms folded in front of her, the neckline of her little black dress dragged just a bit lower, showing more of her breasts to him. Brent's cock hardened as he saw the excited state of her nipples, and how they were pressing against the light fabric of the clothes she wore.

But this wasn't just about fucking her. This was about making her lose control, lose her inhibitions and making Charlotte think it was what she was secretly craving all along. Not sex with him (or not just sex with him), but sex with someone who could give her what she wanted. And it was up to Brent, with the help of Randy's 'device', to make her think that her cravings could only be sated by her hated business rival, the one she'd now be forced to work with and talk to every day. To see every day, and be reminded of what urges she'd given in to...

But first came the mental part of it. "I don't." Brent lied easily, knowing she could see the lie, even if she wouldn't recognize it for what it was. She knew that he knew damn well that she was coming onto him, trying to seduce him. But how he knew...Charlotte had no idea. She couldn't. It wasn't just reading physical cues, body language, or suggestive words. It was because he himself had put them there, with someone else's help. Brent wasn't reading the book, he was writing it.

He signaled the waiter for the cheque, his eyes never leaving Charlotte's body as he continued to talk. "So why don't you come over to my place and I can show you how I'd like to unwind with you...right now." Brent let his eyes do the talking for him as his gaze wandered greedily down her neckline to where her breasts were pushed out and up for him.

 

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Charlotte didn't even bother to give him an answer. Instead, she stood while Brent was dealing with the cheque and got ready to leave. She felt like she was some teenage girl at prom, getting ready to go home with her boyfriend with the first time. She took several deep breaths, but it didn't help. Her breathing was coming short and making her chest heave. She wanted to get out of there right now[\i].

It was only once they were out of the restaurant and on their way to the car that she finally spoke. She looked at him, certain he could see the lust in her expression, and purred, "I look forward to seeing just what you have in mind." Then she slipped into the passenger seat, trying to ignore the fact that she felt like she was quickly losing control. She badly wanted to believe that she was seducing him but, deep down, she knew it wasn't true. She needed him far, far worse than he needed her. She was a wreck while he was as confident and collected as always. But she would have time to be ashamed of herself tomorrow. Tonight, she needed, as he said, to just get fucked.

 

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He could only imagine the expression in his own eyes; the likely less then brief loss of control he showed at Charlotte's lustful expression, and the seductive purr that followed. Wordlessly, Brent unlocked his car, watching her slide into the passenger seat of his vehicle. It was times like this he was grateful for the leather seats that would allow her to feel unhindered if she wanted to lean into the soft material, or let the dress ride up her long legs. At this point, all Brent was thinking about was it riding up her legs, her hips, her torso, her shoulders, and off of her well proportioned body.

Brent discreetly turned her arousal level back down to 1, just for the ride home as he plopped down into the driver's seat. "Just relax." As if she was tense, he started his vehicle. "It should be a fairly quick ride." Thankfully, short was not the same as quick, and he wondered idly how close his apartment building was to hers. He lived downtown, close to town centre although not quite in the middle of the city where he assumed Charlotte lived.

He wanted to keep toying with her a bit, but had to be careful. Her eyes would be on him and him alone now, and even while distracted, Charlotte was not someone to be taken lightly. But what else needed to be said? He was remiss about breaking the spell that had come over their encounter, spurred on both by the device and by his own spell of frustration and loneliness that had kept him from sating his physical needs lately. This wasn't just about pushing Charlotte down; Brent was a man with his own sexual frustrations that needed to be expressed.

After swiping his card, he pulled into the parking garage, his spot on the first level as he quickly found his reserved spot. Right near the entrance to the building, and he got out, the relative solitude of the parking area an ideal set for his designs on the tempting Charlotte.

"Just through the door." He opened it, 'gallantly' waving the younger, more scantily clad woman through to where an elevator waited for both of them. And where he discreetly turned her arousal level back up to 2, as if her body was anticipating what would be happening soon.

He wanted the ride to be far too long. As soon as they were on the elevator, he would turn it up to a 3. He was on the 10th floor, and he was sure the ride up would be enjoyable for both of them. He wondered if she'd be able to resist the urges being implanted into her...

 

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Charlotte managed to keep herself under control until they reached the elevator. Once the doors closed, however, she felt suddenly like she was going to explode. Maybe it was the close proximity, maybe it was the sudden awareness that they were alone, she didn't know. She could smell his cologne, she could feel his eyes on her and it was driving her absolutely nuts.

She leaned back against the wall, trying to keep herself calm. Her breathing was coming quickly and her entire body was aching to touch him and to be touched. She looked up at the little floor indicator and groaned. They had only just passed the second floor. What the hell was wrong with this elevator? How could it possibly be going so slowly?!

Charlotte bit her lip, trying to contain her moan of frustration, and looked up at Brent, only to find him looking straight back at her with his intense gaze that simply undid her.

"Fuck it," she breathed, pushing herself away from the wall. She crossed the small space between them in two short strides, pressed her hand against the back of his head and kissed him hard, pressing her entire body against his.

 

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Brent took everything in solemnly, if not passively, as the elevator went up. He was paying attention to everything, noticing thing he hadn't before about a lot of thing. The subtle sounds of the elevator being pulled up towards his floor, his apartment. The fact his suit jacket had a thread hanging off of the sleeve; probably a new one, he decided, since he hadn't seen it at all during the day. And Charlotte's...uneasiness. As if she had to go to the bathroom.

Except she didn't have to go there. At least not to pee. He tried not to smile as her breathing was quick and heavy, her chest heaving under her little dress, every subtle shift telling him that she couldn't wait. And maybe wouldn't.

At about the third floor,he saw her bite her lip, and his gaze fixed fully on her as she pushed away from the wall. He couldn't hear what she said under her breath, and didn't care a moment later when she crushed her lips against his, and Brent couldn't contain the small noise of surprise that escaped him, the look of shock in his eyes before he melded into her, letting her smaller body press into his as his hands finally sprung into action.

Being cool and controlled, as he'd been during the elevator ride, had served its purpose and he started to give into the sexual urges he could finally let out with Charlotte giving in to her lustful cravings. One of his hands started at the back of her head, eventually letting her control how hard their lips locked as he leaned into her. There were the kisses that lovers shared, that husbands and wives shared, and this was not one of those. This was one of two adults lost in lust; one being forced into it, the other finally giving in to secret fantasies he'd had ever since he'd met his rival.

His hand went to her neck and shoulder, tracing a path down into the front of her dress, teasing into her ample breasts and cleavage while his other clamped into her thigh, travelling to the hem of her dress, forging a path upwards to find what was under her short skirt while the elevator dutifully kept going to his floor.

 

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Charlotte's back arched into Brent's hand as it glided down towards her chest. She moaned into his mouth at the touch, her nipples already hard and poking out through the thin silk of her dress.

At the same time, she felt his hand travelling up her leg and under the hem of her skirt, and felt yet another flood of wetness soak her sheer, black lace panties. She was certain that her juices were going to start rolling down her thighs if this continued.

Never in her life had she lusted after someone the way she did now. All logic had gone out the window when she'd agreed to leave the restaurant with him, and now it seemed she'd lost any thought that wasn't somehow related to him or her pleasure. She was intensely aware of how warm and large his hands were, the smell of him, how his mouth tasted. Outside of that, she was focused only on the ache she felt in her clit and deeper in her pussy. She had a vague peripheral awareness of what floor they were on, but that was only because she was anxious to reach his apartment and the bed she knew was waiting for them inside.

 

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Every little reaction out of Charlotte only emboldened him, even as Brent subconsciously was trying to play the part of a man who was just getting what he thought was his. As if he'd expected her to all but leap on him as the elevator traveled up to his floor, for their lips to be pressed together and their bodies entangled awkwardly in the dance of two people who wanted to be closer and yet couldn't be.

He pushed the dress off of one of her shoulders, baring it to him as he kissed her deeper, their tongues dueling now as only the faint 'ding' of the elevator stopped him from hiking her skirt up higher, or the bodice of her dress lower. Still, the kiss lingered as he led her out, his own breathing heavy and his cock feeling increasingly constrained by the pants and boxers he still wore.

Down the hallway they ambled, and he pulled her in for another deep kiss, another free feel of her body through her thing dress, a smile escaping him as the back of his hand brushed her nipple 'accidentally''. It was only a few steps before they got to his door, and he pressed her into it, trapping her body as he gripped her hair tightly for another deep kiss, looming and forcing his way into her as his other hand fumbled for the key in his pocket.

And to turn her down to a '2'. Her body was probably taking over if it hadn't already.

The door flipped open, which only led to another wall, and Brent trapping her there, his hands on either side of their as he breathed heavy, looking down on her like a starving wolf would a piece of meat.

He had 'needs', too.

 

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Charlotte moaned softly at the look in Brent's eyes and at the way he trapped her against the wall. She leaned forward, kissing him again, and then her fingers began to work at the tie he was wearing. It took her less than a second to work it loose enough to simply pull it off with a tug, then she went immediately to work on his buttons. Her lips never left his.

She'd never really felt like she needed someone before, not like this. Wanted, yes. But this was the first time she felt she might explode if she waited even one second longer than she had to to get him inside her. She moaned again, louder this time, as her fingers found the warm, toned chest waiting underneath his shirt. She wanted that heat pressed against her skin. All of it. Right now.

 

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He smirked a bit at the primal sound that escaped Charlotte's lips before they kissed again, feeling her soft fingers grabbing her tie while his hands continued to explore her through the dress, unabated while she started to undress him. He shucked the jacket off of his shoulder while she undid her buttons, refusing to let their lips leave each other for more then necessary; quick breaths their only sustaining of their increasing heated coupling.

Brent shivered as her soft hands explored his skin, the shirt still hanging on his arms and shoulders, for the moment. He revelled in the fact that she seemed to like what she was seeing, but at the same time, even though her body was clearly primed for action, wet wand wanting under her dress and thong, he wasn't seeing nearly enough of her yet. He leaned into crush his lips against hers again while his hands went to the hem of her dress, pulling it up her body quickly. Brent broke the kiss to yank her arms above her head so he could pull her dress off, leaving his rival in nothing but her panties and heels.

His eyes ran greedily up her perfect, nearly naked form, and grinned at her hard nipples, and her clearly needy sex.

 

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Charlotte had just enough self control left to stop herself from simply dragging him back to her so she could feel his skin again once her dress was off. Instead, she pulled herself up to her full height, smirked knowingly, and lifted her hands over her head in a 'stretch' clearly intended to show off her naked curves. She couldn't help but chuckle at the look on Brent's face. "Like what you see, do you?"

She took a step forward and started to slip by him, intending to head for the open door of his bedroom.

 

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And Brent took his time taking in Charlotte's curves, her body only covered by her thin panties as she posed for him. There wasn't any need to say he liked what he saw; her exposed form on display as she moved and shifted under his lustful, needy gaze. He watched her step forward, but she wasn't about to get to his bedroom. Not dressed like she was. At least not if he had anything to say about it. But the fun part about this dangerous, sexy little game they were playing was that he didn't always have control.

Even if he always had his finger on the button that would make it more interesting.

"Uh-uh." He teased, grabbing her arm. "No woman enters my bedroom wearing anything on her body...." The shoes could stay, but Brent knew well enough that the heels were mostly for show now anyways. Even as he stated his command, he didn't do anything with Charlotte's panties, challenging her to remove them herself...or to leave them on and see what happened.

 

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Charlotte scowled playfully, looking down at his hand on her arm. She pressed her opposite palm flat against her hip, over her panties, but she didn't actually remove them. She lifted her gaze at his and bit her lip, playing the part of the demure tease.

Instead of continuing toward the bedroom, she stepped toward him so that she was standing less than an inch from him. She could feel his body heat radiating from him. She moved her hand from her hip to his free hand, grabbing his wrist. Then she pressed his hand over her hip in the same place and smiled seductively at him.

"Then do something about it."

 

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Her defiant action brought a smirk from him, the smile on Brent's face going wolfish as his palm lingered on the heat coming from her mound. So she wanted to play 'hard to get'? It seemed this proper, austere businesswoman had more on her mind then just outwitting her rival at this moment. He let the moment linger, his hand moving ever so slightly over her as they stayed pressed against each other, near his bedroom. Their breathing was audible, hungry, lustful as they took each other in.

And then Brent's lips mashed against hers again, devouring her as his other hand grabbed her lacy panties, yanking them as hard as he could off of her almost nude body. Almost wasn't enough. He had her here, eating out of his palm as her arousal was driven to heights previously unknown to her, and still his lust was not near sated. He wanted her nude, wet, and waiting for him.

The moment her underwear snapped away from her body, he tossed them away and half pulled, half yanked her towards his bedroom. The real coupling couldn't happen soon enough for either of them, and Brent wondered idly for a moment if she'd put a chip in him.

 

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Charlotte gasped, whimpering as Brent nearly tore her lacy thong off her body. She pressed herself against him, savoring the feeling of her bare chest against his. Her balance nearly gave out when he yanked her suddenly into his room, and ended up falling down on her back on his bed in front of him.

She propped herself up into her arms, smiling wickedly. Then she lifted one of her hands, curling her finger to motion for him to join her.

"Come 'unwind' with me," she murmured, licking her lips. As she spoke, she hooked one leg around his hips and pulled him toward her.

 

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Charlotte's whimper was one of the few things that could make Brent harder then he already was, the sensual noise she'd made as he'd ripped her thong off of her. The other was the way she propped herself up on his bed, and the way her hand said 'come hither' to him. The same statement her eyes were echoing as she reused the words he'd mentioned to her earlier; that she'd needed to unwind. The wolfish smile that appeared on his face didn't hide his glee at knowing he'd been the reason that his rival was now on his bed, and the reason she was pulling him towards her with her leg.

She needn't have bothered. Brent all but jumped on her, his own lust no longer able to be contained as he slid on top of her, the feel of their skin rubbing and grinding like little electric shocks as his mouth hungrily devoured hers, one hand pushing her thighs apart while his other ran up and down her bare arms; he wanted to touch all of her, feel her. Having her under him like this was incredibly intoxicating, and their heated, careless grinding was only making him want her more. They were in heat, and it took Brent some effort to pull himself away so he could position himself to thrust inside of her, his hard cock proving somewhat challenging to move.

Still, Brent had enough presence of mind to have his gaze lock on Charlotte as he entered her for his first time, and he gasped at the feeling of her walls closing in on him...

 

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Charlotte threw her head back, drawing in a ragged, gasping breath, as Brent thrust into her. She lifted her hips up off the bed as best she could to meet him. She wrapped both her legs around his hips and her arms around his shoulders, then dragged him down to her for a messy, passionate kiss.

He started pounding in and out, almost entirely pulling his cock out of her before thrusting it back in again and she very nearly exploded then and there. "Fuck," she hissed, her nails digging into his back, "harder, ah, please, fuck me harder!" she moaned, losing herself in a haze of lust.

After having been teased for so long without release, she was soaked, needy and desperate for orgasm. Her body responded instinctively to the sensation of being filled, her pussy squeezing and spasming around his cock. "More, more, oh god, please!" she begged. She was rushing toward the precipice, and she wanted nothing more than to reach it.

 

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Their bodies met hungrily, with Brent mashing his lips against hers as she pulled him down to her. All the while he pushed into her, grinding into Charlotte's willing, open body. She was incredibly wet, and Brent couldn't tell if she was just that aroused or if he was just imagining it as he fucked her, took his business rival on his bed. She was nude, splayed, rubbing her nails into his back, and he gasped at the feeling, the erotic pain firing his muscles as he pounded her harder in response. He winced at the marks it would leave tomorrow, but could only imagine the marks he was making in Charlotte right now.

Not physical ones, obviously. The sex was rough enough as he slammed his hips into her, and took in her cries for more, for more punishing thrusts, of which Brent was more then happy to oblige. He was taking out more then his share of frustration on her body, sexual and otherwise. His hunger had been held back for so long, but from the moment he'd put the chip in her, seen her in the little dress and those strappy heels, watched her cross her legs, her skirt ride up them...Brent groaned as he took her, watched her beg, savored the feeling of her needing him for her release.

"More, more, oh god, please!"

If only he could have taped it. Unknowingly to Charlotte, there was one other setting in his little program that he'd triggered other then her 'arousal level', which was set to 2. He could also control if she could cum or not, after a certain level of...work at it. How aroused she was had nothing to do with it. But he could turn her up as high as he wanted and she wouldn't be able to get off.

Fortunately for both of them, he'd bequeathed her the ability to orgasm tonight.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you looked at it), Brent wasn't as concerned with her orgasm as he was with his. And as he kept fucking her, trying to punish her with his deep thrusts, he had some ways to go before he reached his peak...