Empty Cravings

Charlotte’s POV

Sebastian made me promise never to seduce him again after doing it with me in his office, but the emptiness without his cock was driving me crazy.

I couldn’t stay away even if I tried.

Three days. That’s how long I lasted before the ache got unbearable.

My body remembered everything. The stretch. The way he choked me just right. The hot rush when he filled me up. Nothing else came close. Not my fingers. Not the collar. Not even the videos I used to love.

Even masturbation cannot quench this hunger.

I tried to behave myself. But every time I saw him across the table or heard his voice in the hallway, my pussy clenched like it had a mind of its own.

Auntie Maria made it worse. She was everywhere now, folding towels, wiping counters, watching me with those careful eyes. “You’re playing with fire, miss,” she said one afternoon when she caught me in another short skirt. “I see the way you look at him.”

I laughed it off. “It’s just clothes, Auntie Maria. Relax.” The lie tasted sour. She didn’t push, but I felt her watching me all day.

“I see the moves you make on your stepfather. I might be old school but I know when a woman is after a man. Charlotte, think about how your mom will feel in all of these.”

That night the house felt like I was on a judgement seat. Mom had breezed in for ten minutes, hugged me quickly, then left again for some dinner with important people. “Keeping on with the people that matter in this society isn’t easy, sweetie. I’ll make it up to you soon.”

She didn’t even ask how I was doing. She smiled that polished smile and disappeared. Same as always.

I locked my door, took off my clothes and climbed onto my bed. I needed to calm the craziness in my blood down.

At least I’m getting good at fingering myself to satisfaction since I can’t have Sebastian.

My fingers found my clit first, rubbing slowly circles while I pictured Daddy Sebastian’s rough hands. “Fuck me harder, Daddy,” I whispered, slipping two fingers inside. It wasn’t enough.

I added a third, pumping faster, imagining his thick cock stretching me open and his palm slapping my ass.

Still nothing is compared to my daddy’s dick. Especially when it’s hard and full of veins.

The orgasm came but it felt flat. I rode the collar instead, grinding my clit against the leather until my thighs shook. Still not enough. I came again thinking about him choking me while he bred me deep.

Tears stung my eyes when it ended. This was all I had now.

The next morning I left him a gift. My used panties from the night before, still damp, with the smell of my cum on it.

I tucked into the top drawer of his desk. I pictured him finding them. Smelling them. Getting hard. The thought made me smile through the starvation.

Auntie Maria caught me coming out of his office. “Miss Charlotte. What were you doing there?”

“Just looking for a pen,” I said, cheeks warm. She didn’t believe me. I could tell.

Mom showed up for dinner early that night, which was rare. I almost thought Auntie Maria put her up to this but she didn’t.

Because mom kept talking about her meeting with Arnold's family the whole time, how the company was thriving, how proud she was of our perfect family image.

I tried to tell her I missed her. But she wouldn’t listen. “Mom, can we do something together this weekend? Just us?”

I felt maybe bonding with my mom will help me get over my stepfather.

She checked her phone mid-bite. “Sweetie, I have that charity event to attend. But Sebastian can take you shopping or whatever. He’s great with that stuff.” Then she was gone again, kissing my forehead like an afterthought.

The loneliness hit harder after she left. I went to my room and touched myself again, harder this time. Three fingers. Then four. Riding the collar until my legs gave out. Still not enough. I needed him. His voice. His hands. His cock ruining me the way only he could.

I couldn’t wait anymore.

I grabbed my phone and called him. He picked up on the third ring. I could hear the car engine in the background. Mom was probably right there with him.

“Charlotte? Do you need anything?” His voice was careful. And strict as well.

I kept my tone sweet at first. Then I let it drop low. “I’m in my room touching myself right now, Daddy. Thinking about how you fucked me in your office. How deep you went. How you choked me while you came inside.”

He made a small sound. Strangled. I kept going, fingers moving faster between my legs. “I’m so wet. I left my panties in your drawer. Did you find them? Did you smell them? I want you to fuck me again. I don’t care if Mom’s sitting right next to you. I need your cock stretching me open.”

“Charlotte…” His voice cracked. I heard mom ask him something in the background. He answered her normally, but I could tell he was hard. And struggling to pretend everything was fine.

“I’m close,” I whispered. “Tell me you want this pussy. Tell me you miss filling me up.”

Maria knocked on my door then. “Miss Charlotte? I brought you some tea.”

I froze with my fingers buried deep, phone pressed to my ear, heart pounding. Sebastian was still on the line.

The knob turned. Auntie Maria came in.

I didn’t even have the time to hang up the call.