Charlotte still didn’t understand how they had met, a mere inquiry would bring about a bunch of ho-hum without really answering the question so Char...otte stopped asking. He was exactly what Jenna needed, her free spirit difficult to harness, but Captain William seemed to have found the correct mixture of freedom with restraints, Lady Charlotte wondering whether the restraints included physical restraints. Lord Michael knew them both, Charlotte sure that he had something to do with their meeting. Whoever it was had no mercy intended. Roughly he ripped her thong down and started groping her with rough fingers, mauling her already sensitive lips and clit as if he were trying to produce a reaction caused solely by the pain. ‘N-o-o-o, ‘ she begged him. ‘Please, oh my God, please stop.’ She was devastated. Not just from her captivity. There were other issues. In spite of herself, in spite of her predicament, through her fear, she could feel the emotions she thought impossible. She may not be. I hooked my two fingers into a claw and plunged them deep searching for the rough, rubbery pad that I knew would give me the most awesome orgasm. Finding it I felt a charge run through me as I started to massage it backwards and forwards. I felt a hand slide down over mine as I thrashed my G Spot. It travelled down to my arsehole and stopped, I felt it circle the taut muscle ring and then move back up to my gaping lips. The fingers dipped in between my lips and I felt them scoop a gloop of my. And while my body contorts in orgasm, you’d think it was wonderful. However, it just seems so…hollow. It’s awful because you’re not with me. I’ve made myself cum without your help before, but you’ve still been there for it. Now, I’m completely alone. I miss you the most in those empty post-orgasmic moments. I can’t replace the weight of your body as you stretch yourself out on top of me, or the feel of your waist under my straddled thighs. I can’t mimic the feel of your lips dancing with mine.