Chapter 8:

The Morning After Part 4

A. catching up on some reading this weekend, because this chapter flat wore me out, and I see that many of us are wanting to explore Bass' more dominate side. I am all for this endeavor and anything I can do to help, I'm happy to do so :)

Let me know if there are any glaring errors that need to be fixed. I swear for a story that was supposed to be a one-shot, I'm going to go cross-eyed over it. :)

You're off tomorrow?

"Just like I am every Wednesday." Charlie replied as she made them a late breakfast, early lunch.

Bass was sitting at the table, his chair pushed back on two legs, propped against the wall.

Charlie eyed him and the chair as she placed his plate on the table. "Isn't that like some kind of safety concern?"

Bass rolled his eyes and plopped down with a thunk. "Tim's going to watch the bar tomorrow."

Surprised, Charlie looked up from her plate. "But you don't take days off."

"That was Single Bass. Married Bass takes the day off with his wife."

Charlie snorted waving her fork at him. "Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Talk about yourself like that. It's creepy and if you did it in the past, it's no wonder people thought you were crazy." She said with a smile before sticking her tongue out at him.

"Stick that thing out again and you better be prepared to use it," he taunted causing her tongue to disappear and her mouth to snap shut. He leaned forward over the kitchen table. "It's a little late to play the blushing bride, don't you think?"

"Shut up," she mumbled shoving her mouth full of food.

He flashed a toothy grin at her and turned back to his lunch. "For being such a tease, I think you owe me the next installment of Charlie vs. Frank."

Charlie, frowned. "Yeah, I think I'd rather wait until I can have you tied to the bed before I continue."

Bass sat his fork down on his plate. "And you have my complete attention."

"Ugh." She grunted pointing a finger at him, "You are not allowed to get mad at me."

Bass crossed his harms over his chest waiting for her to continue.

"IhadtostealthestilloutofyourtentandhookitupinBlanchrd's," she mumbled looking anywhere but at him.

Bass cocked an eyebrow. "Pardon? I know that I did not just hear you say that you're the one who stole our still."

"I had to!" She blurted out. "He had already put in the transfer paperwork to have me appointed as his personal secretary! He was going to pull ME out of the field, Bass, Me! A Secretary? To Blanchard? Not in this lifetime."

Bass put his elbow on the table resting his chin on his closed fist. "Making you his personal secretary was payback for stealing Mrs. Frank's photo and shorts up the flagpole."

Charlie nodded sullenly.

"And his terms were to steal the still out of "The Swamp?"

"God that's a stupid name. Who names their tent anyway?"

"You wouldn't get it, so please continue."

She sighed. "I had two options. I could steal the still and set it up for his personal use, or I could get the flag of Texas tattooed on a body part of his choice. . .! Probably on my ass, while he watched." She crossed her arms now, mimicking his. "That was simply not happening."

"So, it wasn't the thought of getting a tattoo, on your very lovely ass I might add, that you objected to but to the subject matter?"

"Really, Bass. That's what you're choosing to focus on?"

Bass shrugged. "I like your ass, sue me."

Charlie shook her head as she took her plate to the kitchen.

"However, you can't steal a man's only source of booze with expecting punishment, Charlie."

He watched as her spine stiffened slightly as she moved around the kitchen cleaning up. "Punishment."

"Mmmhmm."

She wiped her hands on her pants as her thighs clenched together. "What did you have in mind?"

His voice dropped and turned husky, "I'll let you know before I leave."

Nose flaring, Charlie went back to her chores, nearly jumping out of her skin every time Bass brushed up against her, and of course he was doing it just to get a reaction out of her.

She was nearly ready to throw him to the floor and have her way with him when he came out of the bedroom, dressed for work and laid two items in the middle of the kitchen table. She looked up from where she had been leaning against the bar, reading a medical journal, drinking a cup of tea, sucking in a breath as she saw the items.

Bass smirked at the look on her face as he came around the bar, wrapping his arms round her waist, pressing his lips to the pulse point on her throat. Reaching down to squeeze her ass, he used his other hand to tilt her mouth towards his. "I'll see you tonight," he said stepping away from her as he reached for his jacket slipping it on.

Giving her one last look before purposely running his hand along the edge of the table, Bass headed off to work.

Waiting until the door closed, Charlie ventured towards the table running her fingers in the exact spot as he did battling the urge to stick her hand down her pants to get herself off as she stared at the length cloth and riding crop laying in the middle of her kitchen table. She shuddered in anticipation.

Her evening at work absolutely drug by and at times she'd catch herself staring off into space as her mind drifted back to those first few heady weeks spent in the company of Kurgan. Looking back, she could see that she really was the hick that Miles had once accused of her being. She had been oh, so woefully, sexually inexperienced.

She had discovered that it was okay to want some kind of release after snapping a man's neck, or ripping him open from scrotum to sternum in the pursuit of truth and information, her hands still sticky with blood. That it was ok to want sex, simply because she enjoyed it. And it was okay if she enjoyed it in different ways. The slap of hand, the smack of a belt, the sting of a crop. To let someone else be in control, their sole purpose to pleasure her, could be a very good thing.

Closing up the clinic, she headed home, the weather still snappishly cold, chilling her skin. Approaching her house she noticed two things. There were no lights shining out of any of the windows and there was a fire in the potbelly, its distinct smell crisp in the air, which meant one thing.

Bass was home waiting for her.

Trying the door, it was unlocked. Pushing it open she stood in the open doorway for a moment letting her eyes adjust to the dark. Bass was standing at the end of the hallway dressed in nothing but a pair of jeans that were unbuttoned and hanging low on his hips. The riding crop in his hand bounced back and forth against his knee.

"Come in and shut the door, Charlotte."

Charlie sat her pack next to the door as she closed and locked it, before turning back to Bass waiting for his next instructions.

He nodded his head in approval. "Get undressed."

She made quick work of shucking her work clothes off, tossing them to the side.

He held out his hand and she walked towards him.

He guided her to the end of the bed.

"Kneel"

Charlie dropped to her knees, sitting on her heels as Bass circled round her, dragging the crop over her skin. Stopping behind her he pulled a scrap of fabric off the bed, using it to cover her eyes.

Charlie bit her lip to keep from whimpering.

Bass continued to stand behind her, rubbing the crop against one bare ass cheek and then the other, trailing down to the soles of her feet, Jumping as the tip of the crop made contact with the curve of her ass that sat resting on her heels. Trailing up the other foot the crop popped again on the other side. She was able better to control her reaction this time.

Moving to stand to the side of her making sure she heard him move, Bass reached out and pop the soles of her feet quickly in secession. He watched as she sucked in a breath before her chest continued on with its rapid staccato, pushing her breasts up and out, her nipples already at attention.

Moving to her front, Bass snaked the tip of the crop from behind her ear, down between her breast to her mons before pulling back and smacking her thigh. causing her to huff.

"What's wrong, Charlotte?"

She refused to speak causing him to smirk. "You can speak,"

"If this is all we're doing, I'd rather get on to the main event' she sneered.

Bass chuffled for a moment before bring the crop smartly against one side of her breast and then the other before whipping it around and popping her upper hip causing her to bite back a moan. He bent down to nip at her ear. "More?"

"More."

"You know your safe word?"

"I do."

Without further comment, Bass brought the crop down painfully against her ass, circling to do the same to a breast, a thigh, the top of her mons, letting the crop flip up and flick her clit. Over and Over again the crop found her tender flesh before he finally threw it to the floor. Standing directly in front of her, he pulled the blind fold off, her face even with his crotch.

Charlie licked her lips. "May I?" she asked looking up at him.

He nodded, his eyes shuttered as she ran her hands up the back of his legs to squeeze his ass before running them back down again to drag them back up the inside of his thighs before reaching out and pulling down the zipper. She tugged them down allowing his cock to spring free, already hard and glistening. Charlie smirked as she continued to pull them down his legs, helping him slip them off his feet, tossing them to the side.

Wrapping a hand around each calf, she bent down low swirling her tongue around his ankle before placing a kiss here and there as she made her way to his knee where she nipped and licked at his knee cap, trailing her lips up his thigh she nuzzled her nose into the crease of his leg, her breath brushing warm against his balls as she ran her tongue across his perineum which she knew for a fact drove him nuts. Making her way to the other leg she didn't even make it to his thigh before he was grabbing a handful of her hair, pulling her head back to look at him.

"Did you forget something?"

One side of her mouth moved up as she ran her hand back up and cupped his balls in her hand.

"Be nice." He instructed with a sharp tug as her mouth hovered over his tip.

Keeping her eyes locked on his she snaked her tongue out and ran it up the length, closing them as she dipped into the slit up top, eliciting a mighty growl from the man in front of her. Popping her eyes back open, she watched him as she used her tongue to circle the smooth head before taking him in her eyes slipped shut as her mouth and hands worked him over like an expert knowing exactly how and where to touch him.

Pulling out of her mouth with a wet pop, he held out a hand helping her to her feet before guiding her to the bed, pushing her down on her stomach so her toes barely reached the floor. Kneeling between her legs, Bass spread her her apart before using his fingers to spread her moisture all around. He lapped at her center before slowly entering first one entrance and then the other with slicked fingers causing the woman under him to shudder with delight as he pumped his fingers in and out. He could feel her inner walls begin to tremble and pulled completely away, taking a step back as she writhed in frustration cursing the day he was born. Reaching down, he grabbed her ankles and twisted, flipping her onto her back.

She pushed herself up on her elbows to look at him.

With a tilt of his head she was scrambling crab style up the bed to grasp the headboard. She was panting with excitement as he crawled up on his hands and knees over her. Not letting his body touch hers, he bent his head to lap at the base of her ears, the hollow of her neck and traced her collarbone. Moving lower, he used his mouth to soothe the crop marks on each breast before moving lower to do the same on her hip bones.

She was whimpering as her hands stayed tightly gripped to the headboard as he moved back up catching a knee with his elbow as he finally lowered himself to center. Holding still he rested his forehead on hers. "I want to feel your hands on me' He whispered against her mouth waiting for her to lower her hands to his shoulders before skimming them down his back to his hips.

He hummed softly as he began to move, slowly, teasingly, as she arched her hips silently demanding a faster pace. Neither of them would last long and knew exactly how to get each other off in seconds. Charlie went for broke immediately latching onto one of his nipples, alternately sucking and nibbling as he pulled her knee further up his hip to have better access to her ass using her freely flowing bodily fluids for lube as he slid a finger into her puckered hole having only pumped in and out a few times as she clamped down around him giving him no choice but to empty himself into her as her body held his hostage.