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Chapter 34 You Naughty Little Girl
Chapter 34 You Naughty Little Girl
Chapter 34 You Naughty Little Girl
In an instant, someone masculine enveloped her, which made Margaret very uncomfortable. As soon
as she turned around, she saw Charleston's dashingly handsome face.
"Why are you here?" Margaret widened her eyes.
Charleston curved his lips and leaned close to Margaret's neck. "Why can't I be here?" He said.
She smelled so enticing that he couldn't wait to kiss her.
Margaret choked on herself. "This is the women's locker room."
"I couldn't control myself because you looked too seductive. I only came in here to have you arrested!"
Charleston said aggressively before he lightly bit on her earlobe.
Margaret was rendered speechless. How could he blame her for being seductive? "Mr. Limbaugh, I
guess you probably failed your English classes. Do you know what being arrested means? It means to
catch criminals." She said.
"Are you not a criminal? You stole my photo and my heart." The man's voice was low and sensual.
This erotic exchange was enough to make naïve, innocent girls squeal.
"Let me go..." Margaret said as she felt his pants getting breathier and heavier. His breath was warm
against her skin. He looked just like an evil wolf, at the verge of swallowing her up.
"I won't." Charleston said, dominance clear in his voice.
Margaret was about to lose it. She was almost standing in the nude as she had just taken off her dress,
and many parts of her skin were in close contact with Charleston.
Margaret felt herself burning.
"Kiss me..." Charleston encouraged her. He remembered how she had lightly kissed him on his chin
before, so he added, "... on my lips."
"In your dreams!" Margaret thought to herself.
She rolled her eyes. She then suddenly set her eyes on something else slyly.
"It's too boring to kiss you on the lips. I have a better idea..." Margaret curled her lips and smiled like a
little fox.
"Oh, what idea is that?" Charleston's interest was piqued.
Margaret pointed to something behind Charleston. He looked towards where she was pointing at, and
saw a leather whip, handcuffs, and a set of kitten servant uniforms.
As Charleston imagined the outfit on Margaret, his eyes flickered like it was slowly engulfed in hot
flames. His voice was slightly hoarse as he asked her, "Are you sure?"
"But I have to be the dom!" Margaret grinned obediently.
"Fine by me." Charleston loosened his grip on her and looked at the direction of the door. "You better
not be playing around. I can easily bring you back here even if you rushed to the door." He warned her.
Margaret glanced at Charleston's slender legs and said, "Of course. Come and sit here."
She pulled Charleston to a nearby chair and sat him down.
Then, she picked up the handcuffs and locked him to the chair.
"Okay, continue." Charleston's eyes were full of lustful interest as he stared at Margaret.
Margaret glanced at him. Then she picked up the whip and tied Charleston's feet up.
"I don't think this is how it's used." Charleston frowned slightly.
Margaret rolled her eyes at him. "I'm doing it my way. Do you want me to stop?" She asked.
"No, carry on." Charleston said dotingly.
Margaret then sped things up a little. After tying Charleston up, she got up, took the costume, and was
about to head to the locker room.
"You can change here." Charleston said in a hoarse voice.
Margaret made a funny face at him and said, "No."
Margaret then went inside the locker room to get herself changed. As it was a make-shift room, there
was no door in the small compartment; only a piece of cloth was used as a simple cover.
Charleston could make out the silhouette of Margaret changing her clothes.