Mastering Charlotte
James has Charlotte in his arms, carrying her to the bed, moaning as she twists and shakes.
Borje, still holding the crop, looks shell-shocked, but James turns to him, his voice unsympathetic. "Well, finish the job you started." Borje looks startled, but James points him at her. "She'll pop in about half a minute when she's in that state."
Borje, blinking, sits next to her on the bed. "Charlotte. I'm sorry...."
Hips shuddering, she twists to face him. "Don't be sorry. Just finish me off, Borje. I need to come...."
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