Charles
“Crawl to me”
I crawl across the floor on my hands and knees, naked, toward Scarlett. The cool air brushes over my skin. My c**k hangs heavy between my thighs, already half hard just from the sound of her heels. She sits in the high-backed chair, legs crossed, like she owns the room and me with it. Black heels tapping once against the floor.
“Closer,” she says.
I move faster with knees scraping and my palms press into the rug. When I reach her feet I stop and wait, head down, eyes on the toes of her shoes.
“Look at me.”
I lift my face, her eyes are dark and steady. She uncrosses her legs and plants both feet on the floor, spreading them just enough that I can see the smooth skin of her inner thighs under the short dress.
“You did well,” she says. “But you still look too prou
