MICHAELJames and I descend the stairs at speed. At every floor, black smoke surges and curls on to other side of glass plating.Outside is a chaos of police cars, armed officers, fire engines, medical workers and ambulances, but oddly, very few other people. Will Stanton, the Police Commissioner, is there, shouting instructions. A familiar face in a squad car, Corby, who first bungled the interview with Charlotte, looks to be relaying messages from the car, and a large area is cordoned off, police widening the cordon as we watch. Above us, is the clip-clip of helicopter blades moving in on the upper floors of the office block.Where are all the people? The office workers... Trapped?Richard is here, by Will, phone to his ear. Seeing us, he gestures us over, then waves up at the ´copters. "There´s help on the way to the girls. Don´t worry.""Where is everyone?" I ask. "I thought they´d be teeming out..."Richard almost laughs. "There´s almost nobody in there, Michael. With
CHARLOTTEMy breathing deepens, my mood rapturous as my two Lovers seduce me. For too long we have not done this, but now...Michael, behind me, unzips my skirt, then his hands sliding down and inside, he pushes skirt and panties down to my feet in one smooth, practised movement. "Step," he murmurs, and I lift my feet, freeing myself, to stand naked between them.My Master glances over my shoulders. I know that look... he and Michael...He stoops, picking me up; carries me to the bed, then lays me carefully down, head on the pillow. The two of them, still fully dressed, stand over me, smiling down. Exchanging a glance, again my Master withdraws, leisurely unbuttoning his shirt. Michael sits beside me, sweeping his hands over my body."What would you like?" he says."You." I brush blond locks from his face. "I´ve missed you.""I never went away." He strokes the outline of my lips with a finger. "I´m sorry if it seemed otherwise." Then he stoops to kiss me again. His mouth
CHARLOTTEThe envelope contains two pieces of paper, both scanned copies of an original. Staring at them, for a few moments, I don´t understand what I am looking at.Then the haze clears...The first: ´This is to certify that on this day of 14th April 1992, Frank Conners did join in lawful wedlock with Michelle Kimberley... by mutual consent before witnesses..."The second: "This is to certify the following record of birth... Name: Jennifer Conners. Sex: Female. Name of Father: Frank Conners. Maiden Name of Mother: Michelle Kimberley..."I stare at them, my eyes filling. After a minute, I gasp, finding myself releasing breath I didn´t know I was holding, and I just sit there, not knowing how to react.Michael looks worried. "Hey, I didn´t mean to upset you. I thought you´d be pleased...""Oh, I am, I am," I stutter... "How... Where?"My Master´s voice is irritable. "Am I permitted to see what all this is about?"Silently I pass the documents across the table to him. A
MICHAELLater, when we are alone, "It´s very good of you, Richard, to put yourself out like this on Charlotte´s behalf. I appreciate that it´s in thanks for what she did for Beth, but nonetheless..."Raising his brows. "Don´t be fooled, Michael. Yes, it´s partly in thanks. She craves education and training. I´ll see that she gets it. But, I don´t have to bring her into my company as a ´thank you´. It´s mainly a cold commercial decision on my part.""Sorry... Not with you?""Sooner or later, I want her on my Board."?"On your Board?""She´s got intelligence, looks, a driving personality, and balls of solid rock. What more could I ask? Once she´s trained up and knows what she´s doing, she´ll be a power to be reckoned with." He rubs his hands, almost gleefully. "Let´s see the other shareholders stand in her way when she decides she wants something..." Then he sniffs. "On the whole, I want her working with and for me, not someone else..."Despite myself, I smile at this. "
MICHAELInstantly, James retires, wiping his face, but now, repositioning himself, plunges his cock, full length inside her. There´s no hesitation, no testing her. She´s as open as it is possible for a woman to be, and he hilts himself, hard, into her. Our position is slightly awkward, but he rests his hands for balance on the settee-back, leaning over the two of us, as he fucks her. He´s not gentle, ramming home as she squeals and wails under him. And he is close to climax himself. He watches as he penetrates her, studies his cock moving in and out, glistening with her honey, her thighs flushed and wet, and her red curls soaked. His own breathing is rapid, face and chest sweating and his dark eyes, all but black with hugely dilated pupils.Groaning, he presses home, grinding as he pumps into her. Head dropped to his chest, eyes squeezed shut, he grunts and then, with a gasp, withdraws, waving at me to take over as he seats himself back in his armchair."Charlotte, on the bed,
MICHAELAbout to step into the lounge, just a towel around my waist, I remember that Beth is there with Charlotte, and take a minute to pull jeans instead. I´ve seen the looks she gives me...No need to tempt fate...Still towelling my hair, I step into the lounge, then stop...Something´s wrong...The apartment door is open, swinging wide. Chairs, and the table, are knocked to the floor, and there is a faint, sweetish, chemical scent of... something... in the air.The women are nowhere in sight.Thoroughly alarmed now. "Charlotte? Beth?" Then shouting... "Charlotte? Beth? Where are you?"Jeez!Jabbing at my mobile. "James. Charlotte and Beth are gone! Are they with you?""No. They´re fucking not! I thought you were supposed to be keeping an eye on them?"Pacing up and down the room. "I was in the shower. When I came out, about a minute ago, they were gone, and there´s signs of a struggle. Where´s Richard?""He´s here... raising the alarm as we speak.""Oh, Sh
MICHAELWe sit around the table, James and I, Richard and Will.Will, sighing, says "As you know, since it is clear that something in Charlotte´s family history, relates to Lawrence Klempner and this current situation, I´ve had good reason to be able to investigate old records which might otherwise not be deemed relevant, that I could not otherwise justify assigning resources to. You know about the first part, when, at Michael´s request, I had her birth certificate located, along with her parents´ marriage certificate. And now, with Corby identified, I have more of a free hand. It was difficult before, simply not knowing who could be trusted...""What makes you think he was their only informer?" asks Richard."Because, having identified him, with the benefit of hindsight, all the information we know to have leaked out, including how they knew you were here, can be traced back to some connection with him...""How did he know we here?" demands Richard."He was there in the af
CHARLOTTEStaring down at Beth, Klempner says, "Corby wanted to fuck Jennifer first; show her how annoyed he is with her. But that´s my privilege. He can have you instead. The pair of you look enough alike that he should be happy with that. When he´s finished, the others can take turns with you... Or they might not take turns. That´s up to them."He waits, enjoying her fear. "Ever done that? Had a man at every hole? I know she has." He tosses his head across to me.Beth says nothing, tears rolling down her cheeks, her breathing short and rapid.He turns to me. "I´m having you first. Get some pay-off eh? Before I let the others at you? How many can you handle at once d´you reckon? We´ll find out, shall we?""What payoff? What have ever done to you?"He shows his teeth...Is that a smile?... But he doesn´t reply, just leaves the room, and his goon follows. The door closes behind him, followed by the rattle of keys in the lock and the slam of bolts.The exit is locked.
MICHAELBeth feels wonderful and is reacting beautifully. My arms around her, a warm tit weighing heavily into my left hand, the right working her below as she watches and listens to Charlotte, Richard and James together; every nuance and detail of her reactions tremble through to me.And the song Charlotte is singing has its effect on both of us. The sound of her orgasm washes through Beth, every muscle answering the sound of my red-haired beauty in climax.She´s on the build herself; panting and flushed, sweating freely, and her pussy spilling hot juices over my hand as I stroke her lips and clit. My chest pressed against her, the ripple and vibe of her mounting climax echoes through to me and she smells wonderful..."You´re beautiful, Beth," I whisper to her.She´s is soft and sweet and gentle; a sub in every sense. Not that I don´t appreciate Charlotte; she´s the most exciting woman I´ve ever known. But there´s something about Beth; my Charlotte as she might have been had
BETHMichael is close to coming, his thigh muscles juddering and a steady flow of bitter-sweet pre-cum trickling over my tongue and face...... Should I stop?... No, he´ll say if he wants me to...Abruptly, he pulls free from me, smiling down with those amazing blue eyes. "The Lady´s turn, I think," he says, "before I blow my top entirely too early..."Reaching down, he scoops me up in his arms, lifting with no apparent effort. "Onto the bed with you, Madam," he says, dumping me without ceremony onto the huge four-poster bed that dominates one end of James´ ´playroom´. My breath snatching, I watch as he strips off his clothes with easy economical movements."I´d like to lie you down and massage you," he says, "but I also want you to watch your husband fucking my wife over there, so I think we´ll do it a little differently... Up..." And he pulls me onto my knees, again with no obvious effort...... Ye gods, but he´s strong...... re-adjusting me to his liking. "That´s i
MICHAELEven from here I can see that Richard is much more confident with Charlotte this time. Not that he isn´t a Dom through and through, but the first time we did this together, for Beth´s birthday, it was a surprise for her and he was wary of upsetting her by being with Charlotte.It´s clear that this time, he has no such reservations. He and Beth must have talked it through...Charlotte´s going to have some stripes on her ass, that´s for sure...She´ll love it...And I have Beth, the lovely, gentle, submissive Beth. Outwardly, so like my own Charlotte, but her personality so different. Charlotte is a sub when it suits her to be. And when all is said and done, she is only truly a sub for James...He looks at her, and she´s on her knees...But Beth is the full-blown item, the real McCoy. A submissive through to the marrow, in the bedroom and in life...But this time you don´t look nervous either...The first time her husband ´gave´ her to me, I took the time to
MICHAELThe coffee done, liqueurs drunk and the last corners filled with tiny hand-made truffles, we sit. And gradually, the chatter fades.... We all know where this is going...I see something pass between James and Richard...... They really did plan this between themselves...... and Richard stands, acknowledges me, the question in his eye and I nod assent...... She is my wife after all...He turns to Charlotte, offering her his hand. She takes it, rising, and his gaze returns to mine, eye-pointing me to Beth.Standing, I offer my hand to the jade-eyed lovely seated next to me. "Beth?"Her cheeks showing the smallest of blushes, she accepts my hand and rises.Together, the five of us descend the steps to the basement and James´ ´playroom´; a dungeon by any other name.... How did he manage to arrange all this, and I didn´t notice?BETHIn the basement, James´ demesne, is all the equipment and paraphernalia of a Master, in just the setting one would expect
MICHAELBeth is blushing... and when I look at her, she drops her gaze.Ah...This isn´t about just Christmas dinner, then...Then I chuckle."What´s funny?" asks Richard. But there´s a twinkle in his eye that says he knows exactly what is funny."If you knew how many times this morning James has stopped me cornering Charlotte and um... wishing her a Merry Christmas."Eyes crinkling, he starts to reply, but..."Are you going to keep them on the doorstep all day?" asks James from over my shoulder."Oh, I´m sorry," I apologise. "You caught me by surprise. I´m not thinking straight..." I cast a glance back at James. "Someone kept me in the dark about this." He looks entirely unrepentant, simply giving me a ´Who? Me?´ kinda look...Charlotte´s voice echoes down the hall. "Who is it?""Come and look," I shout.She appears down the hall in an apron and a wooden spoon in one hand. She sees Beth and Richard, shrieks with surprise and comes running down the hall, arms st
JAMESAs soon as I´m alone, I go to my office, booting up my laptop to check the weather forecast and the state of the roads. The forecast is good; biting temperatures, but clear sunshine. And just as I turn the machine off again, there is a rumble from outside. I flick the curtains back to see a snow plough grinding its way up our mountain road.... Perfect...... Now for the turkey...In the kitchen I organise myself, laying everything out to hand:Onions, chestnuts, salt, pepper, parsley, celery, bread crumbs... The front door bangs as I hear the two of them come in again, echoing down the hall. She´s making a helluva holler...Pausing from chopping onions, "Something wrong?" I call.Footsteps ring down the hall and Michael sticks his head around the door, eyes dancing. "Nothing that won´t be sorted out by getting her sweater off and removing the snowball that went down her neck and... um... lodged."I run this scenario through my head, then grin. "You mean she´s
CHARLOTTEI wake, my sleepy face pressed into my Master´s chest, his arms around me, and snuggle closer, burying myself in his wonderful scent, musky and masculine.The light is dim; that grey pre-dawn light that comes before the sun rises. And at this time of year, in the deep of Winter, it will be some while before daylight truly arrives.Nuzzling at him, I work myself deeper into my Master´s embrace, feeling him kiss the top of my head. I love this drowsy time of the morning; when we are all three together, undisturbed, and with the day lying out there, freshly minted and waiting to be discovered.Michael, from his breathing, sounds as though he asleep, but sleeping or not, he´s feeling horny; the evidence is pressing into my back.Vaguely, I puzzle to myself. I went to sleep in Michael´s embrace. Somehow, I´ve changed over in the night.I roll over between the sheets, careful to keep my Master´s arms around me, and as I settle on my other side, he spoons up behind me, h
JAMES"Good evening, Charlotte. Are you alright there?" asks Richard, billionaire CEO of the Haswell Corporation.She´s standing in the lobby, sipping from a mug. "I´m fine thanks," she smiles. "I´m just waiting for Michael to pick me up. He said he was running a bit late, but Kirstie´s made me a coffee while I wait." She head-points the Concierge at her desk, who smiles politely and then returns to where she is working on her laptop."Ah well, we´ll wait with you then for a minute or so. Ross is just bringing the car around.""Richard and I have a meeting with the shareholders," I say. "I should be home around six, but I´ll let you or Michael know if I´m going to be any later."She nods, then we stand in a slightly awkward silence, listening to Christmas Carols drift across the lobby. After a minute, Richard, with an air of making conversation says, "So, Charlotte, are you looking forward to Christmas?""Oh, yes. I am..." Her smile is bright. She´s all little girl enthusia
BETHAt Michael´s words, I let out breath that, all unknowing, I´d been holding. He moves to stand behind me, one arm curved around my waist, whispering to me, "Beth... Yes?"I almost sigh the word. "Yes.""Would you like to watch them fuck Charlotte? Or would you prefer to go next door?"Blushing. "I´d like to watch.""Thought you might. Want to join in with them?"My mouth is suddenly dry. "Um, no. I don´t think I´m ready for that." Suddenly anxious, "Is that alright?"He kisses the tender nape of my neck. "Of course, it is. This is about enjoying yourself. Not about going anywhere you´re unwilling or unready for..."The heat of his mouth settles at the top of my spine as he nibbles and mouths at the soft skin there. I smile to myself as, steering me by the arm around my waist, he angles me to watch Charlotte as her two ´Masters of the Evening´ splay and spread her. Michael may not share their taste for outright domination, but he still enjoys being in charge of a wom