"Want something a bit stronger than tea?" asks Beth.I sniff. "A glass of wine would be nice, wouldn´t it."We order a bottle of chilled rosé, with some nibbles to stop the alcohol sitting too heavily.Beth looks at me. "Sorry about that," she says. "I forget that you´re new to this. Dearly as I love Richard, having to keep company with the wives of his business associates can be a bit wearing.""Mmm..." I try to be non-committal, to avoid being rude about Beth´s friends."It´s okay," she says. "I know exactly what you´re thinking. It was just the same for me, as it became clear that Richard and I were more than just..." She looks at me closely now. "You´d better get used to it though."I´m startled. "What? Why?""You´re with James, and he´s Richard´s co-director now, his partner. You´re going to have to rub shoulders with them too."I´d not thought of that...She laughs. "Don´t panic. It´s not all the time. Just put on your best bib and tucker when they have dinners
CHARLOTTERichard turns to Michael. "Get her out of here, out of the City. Take her back to your mountain place. No-one´s going to fall across that by accident. She should be safe there.""Hang on," I protest. "I don´t want to hide away. I should be helping here. And Beth´s my friend too."My Master swings a long finger in my direction. "Go with Michael. We have things to do here, and I´ll work better when I´m not worrying about what´s happening to you. If you´re with Michael, I know you´re safe.""I´m not some kid to be packed off to bed. And I looked after myself quite nicely long before I ever met you.""Charlotte. I´m not arguing. You´re going. Michael..."Michael takes me by the wrist, pulling me towards him. "Are you going to come without arguing? Or do I have to sling you over my shoulder and carry you out? Believe me, in this case, I will."There is no way I can physically resist Michael. What choice do I have?Reluctantly, I gather my dignity and leave with him
MICHAELShe slides a hand under my balls, massaging and working them, pressing on the root of my shaft. And her mouth works up from the base, lapping and licking, working the ridge of the head, before she takes me inside, sucking gently, working the shaft with her hands.I could just blow off right into her mouth right now, cover her tongue and watch her swallow, spray her face and tits with the last of it...But I want to watch you come first, Babe...I start to pull away. I want to work her, but she resists, mischief in her eyes as she grips my balls, holding me to the spot. I prise her fingers off me, and she giggles. "Straddle me," I say.I lie down, and she swings a leg over me. "No, not like that. Over my face, and turn around."She gets it, swinging around, crouching over me on all fours, presenting me with her thighs and pussy whilst, once more, wrapping her lips around my shaftHer pussy, warm and wet, and so close to me, smells deliciously of her arousal. I love
CHARLOTTE"There´s a walkers´ shelter," says Michael, "only a few hundred yards down the trail. It´s not far, but they won´t find it in the dark without knowing it´s there. Let´s aim for there, and then we can take a breather."How many are there of them?Michael has only the boots he is wearing and his axe. I carry his clothes and grab my phone, stuffing it into a pocket, thanking all the powers that I´d thought to charge it up before I came home, At the last moment, I remember a couple of chocolate bars that are in a bedside drawer, stuffing them into my other pocket. And as we leave, I pull a blanket from the top of the bed. We make our way, silently into the night. But as we leave through the back door, there are voices approaching us."Into the woodshed," hisses Michael.Backed into the shadows, we stand silently, but the voices pass by. As we leave, for good measure I pick up a stout stick. It´s not much of a weapon against a gun, but I feel better having it.He ha
CHARLOTTE... and light streams in, through the windows over the bed. Blinking into brilliant sunshine, I sit up, trying to remember where I am. Michael is lying beside me, still sound asleep, but I don´t recognise the room. Still a bit confused, my only certainty is that my bladder is crying out for a bathroom.My clothes are laid tidily on a chair next to the bed, along with a clean, white towelling robe, which I slip on. Barefoot, I pad out of the room.I step out into a large and very beautiful apartment. We are high, very high, with a view over the City that ranges all the way to the mountains. Two figures, with their backs to me, are bending over a tabletop, discussing some large map or plan laid out on the table.A bit awkwardly, "Ummm..."The figures straighten up, turning to face me. It is my Master and Richard. My Master strides forward, hugs me and kisses the top of my head. "Good afternoon, Charlotte." Then he points. "Bathroom?" I nod.When I return to the r
MICHAELJames leads her by the hand into the bedroom, but once in there, she stops, turns and faces him.She unknots his tie, unbuttons his shirt, sliding it from his shoulders, then leads him to the bed to sit.Opening her robe, she lets it slide away, then naked, she kneels before him.She unlaces his shoes and takes them off with his socks, then rubs his feet. James sighs, leaning back on his hands, closing his eyes and letting his head rest back. Then she unbelts and unzips him and kneels back, inviting him to take off his jeans...... Last night, I watched her gag a face from a horror movie, and yet, here she is; she´s comforting him...Jeez, Babe, what kind of life have you led?James lies back, stretching out, allowing her to take the lead as she swings over to straddle him. He looks tired, worn, but nonetheless, his cock is tremblingly hard.He really, really wants to be inside you, BabeShe meets my eyes, questioning. I simply smile back.It´s alright Babe.
MICHAEL"Richard..." I hesitate, not sure how much I can say to James´ billionaire partner."What?""I know you think...""Yes?" He sits back in his chair, hands clasped behind his head. "Come on. Out with it. If it´s something awkward, it´s better dealt with.""I think that you and James both think of Charlotte as a sub. Intelligent and pretty, but just a sub. And she´s not. There´s a lot more to her than that. If she can´t get what she wants by... legitimate means, she´s perfectly capable of taking matters into her own hands."He says nothing, considering my words. I push my case. "I know she looks like Beth, but she´s had a fight on her hands all her life. It´s second nature to her. She´ll not simply accept it.""You think not?""She ran from the home half a dozen times.""And was caught and returned every time.""She was a child then. She not now. She´s intelligent, devious and she´ll follow through to get what she wants. For God´s sake, bring her in on whatever
MICHAEL"How is she now?" asks James"She´s a lot better. Seems to have found herself something to do... Although I notice that she´s not doing any of it sitting down...""Really?"James tone is bland, but there is a glint of amusement in his eyes. Richard looks briefly over the top of his glasses, then looks away, smiling to himself."What is she doing?" asks James "I´m not sure what it is exactly, but she has plans of the City spread out. Seems to be cross-referencing them to various websites.""I gave them to her," says Richard. "We´re trying to figure out just how they got Elizabeth out of sight so easily."-----CHARLOTTEWill Stanton is here. And the Commissioner of Police is not a happy man."And how long do you think it took them to figure out they´ve got the wrong woman?" demands Richard. "And how would they react then?"Will looks sympathetic. "Richard. They´re not going to simply kill her. Assuming that they didn´t decide just to..." He swallows his