Pairing: Charles Blackwood x Reader Warnings: smut (bath sex, cock warming, dirty talk, vaginal sex)…

Pairing: Charles Blackwood x Reader Warnings: smut (bath sex, cock warming, dirty talk, vaginal sex) If you are under 18 you should not be reading this. “Hello. Its a pleasure to meet you.” A man your father introduces as Charles Blackwood. A handsome name for a handsome man. A voice so velvety and low in baritone it sends a shiver racing down your spine. An air of mystery about him, one you cannot ignore. It suits him, with his blue eyes that you find yourself lost in, and a jaw youre certain is carved from marble. Youre drawn to him, a moth to a flame and your fathers words almost fall deaf to your ears. Words that ask you to help Charles feel comfortable whilst he finishes off errands. The curt snap of the door. Youre left alone with this handsome stranger. An offer of tea. A bed to rest. Charles politely declines. A bath is what he would like. And its to your surprise he follows you. A steely gaze thats heated and intense as you fill the tub. Silence filled with the crackle of an electric energy. Chaotic. Arousing. Charles neednt say a word to control you. A gasp falls from your lips. Charles smirks, deftly sheds his clothes and you try not to blush as he sinks into the tub. The trickle of water and steam rises in slow spirals, the ends of his hair curling beautifully in the heat. “Join me, doll.” The words roll off his tongue so smoothly. A command, not a request. Your heart hammers in your chest but your fingers mindlessly obey, unbuttoning your dress until it pools at your feet. A flash of desire darkens his eyes a fraction. You burn all over. Skin scorching under Charles gaze. Arms draped either side of the tub, legs parted to let you kneel between them. You trail your eyes over his bare chest, gasping when you see his half-hard cock just below the water. “Wont you help me, doll?” He drawls. “Make me… feel comfortable?” Trembling fingers dunk the bar of soap beneath the warm water. A lather you massage over his torso, marvelling at how strong his muscles feel. A rake of your nails through the defined divots. Fingertips brushing the patch of dark fuzz in the centre of his chest. A slight hesitancy, your fingers tentatively pause at his stomach. Short breaths at how the tip of his hard cock rests against his navel. “You are a pretty little thing, arent you?” He murmurs, thumb ghosting over your collarbone. “Beautiful, so beautiful. Wont you be a good little doll for me?” “Charles?” You mewl as his hands curve around your hips, sinking you down his hard length and your moan echoes through the bathroom. Oh, hes so big. Thick. And he feels so good. “You take my cock so well, doll,” hums Charles. “Thats a good girl, you like me filling you with my fat cock, isnt that right?” “Charles, please. I- “ “Oh no,” he chuckles and theres a dark quality to his playfulness. “Youll sit there and warm my cock. Dont move now.” Charles unfurls his copy of The National View, whistling as he does so and God, its exquisite torture. Hes buried so deep, surely he can feel how your walls clench around him. Sweat slicks your skin. Breathless as you do your best to obey but its so tasking. Charles feels so good, and you so desperately want him to make you come. A whimper. A whine. Youre so aroused you cant see straight. The fleeting thought that your father will be back any moment and its so dirty, you with this strange man. Charles must think the same. An impish smirk tugs at the corners of his lips when your fathers voice calls your name. “You can move now, doll.” “But, Charles. My father- “ “I said, move. Be a good little doll, fuck yourself on my cock.” The obscene splash of water. Your fathers voice rises in decibels. Pleasure ebbs in as you rock your hips. Charles merely smirks, pinches harshly at your nipples and you bite back a moan. Youre so close, wrapped in heady want and Charles, Charles slams you down on his cock bruisingly. “Thats it. Look at how pretty you are like this.” Words that tip you over the edge. Walls fluttering around Charles cock and he growls lowly, spilling into you just as your father knocks on the door. “Charles? Havent seen my daughter, have you?” ”Im sure shes around, sir,” Charles calls, fingers circling your clit. “Perhaps shes a little… busy.” “I hope shes been helping you feel comfortable.” “Oh, very much so, sir. Shes very good to me.”


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