CHARLOTTEMichael finger-fucking me from behind, my breath judders as I dip into the water jug by the side of the bed, wetting the pads of my fingers to tweak my nipples hard. They crinkle to tight nubs, and I raise my arms skywards to lift my breasts, displaying them to best effect. My hair, long and loose, cascades to my waist, but Michael sweeps it back over my shoulders, clearing the view for my Master.Fingers rubbing hard at my g-spot, a thumb working into my ass, I´m close to coming. I want to come. I want my Master to be able to watch me come. Flushed and sweating, I drop a hand to my clit, then use the other to stretch my lips apart, opening myself fully. Rubbing and working the tip of my bud, I find just the spot where...My pussy tenses, coils and trembles. Streaming hot inside my thighs, my sex shudders and quivers as my climax builds. Watching me, mesmerised, my Master follows my every move until, suppressing my urge to scream, I come...Shaking and bucking, I migh
CHARLOTTEI sit at the table, a screen dividing the room, separating us, as Klempner seats himself at the other side. His body language is all arrogance, insolence and ´Why am I bothering with this?´Two guards are here, one on either side of the screen, impassive but alert.Michael stays in the background, leaning against the wall, silent, purse-lipped, arms folded, watching. Klempner glances across at him, dismissively, then back at me. "That´d be Michael then? Where´s the other one? James, is it?"Michael tilts his head, but impassive, doesn´t speak."Yes, this is Michael," I say. "And James isn´t here because he´s recovering in hospital from when your friend Corby shot him."Klempner´s eyes widen.Surprised?"You didn´t know about that?"He sniffs. "No, they´d not told me that." He hesitates...So, what do you think of that then?"... What´s his condition?""He´ll live, but it was touch and go for a while.""And Corby?""Dead. The police took him down
CHARLOTTEMichael´s head swivels to me, but he doesn´t speak."So, you went back because they were paying you again?" says Klempner, still looking confused."No, they weren´t paying me. I went back because I wanted more of it. And later, I realised ... I wanted them.""You wanted them? Or you´d fallen in love with them?""Yes.""Both of them?""Yes, in different ways.""You didn´t choose between them? They didn´t try to make you choose?""Choose? Why would I choose? I love them both. They both love me. They get on together. Why should I choose?"Michael breaks in. "That´s what happened, isn´t it? With you and Conners. You both fell in love with Charlotte´s mother, and you made her choose between you. She chose Conners. And you murdered him for it, and took revenge on her."My heart pounding... Of course, that´s it... It´s so obvious when someone else sees it first.My Golden Lover. You see it every time, don´t you...Klempner´s face is a study in ... what? Reg
MICHAEL"I don´t know what the two of you said to Klempner, but he´s changed his plea.""Sorry?"Will Stanton scratches his head. "He´s changed his plea. He´s saying that he´ll give a full statement and plead guilty.""Does he say why?""Yes. The other thing he says is, that he doesn´t want Charlotte to testify in court. If she makes a written statement of anything considered relevant, he will comment and confirm whatever is there.""What does he get out of this? A shorter sentence? A plea-bargain?""Hardly. We have him for murder, attempted murder, trafficking, assault; the lawyers are still arguing over exactly what the charge is over the business of the attack on the Haswell Building, but since he´s confessed, in writing and on tape, to being responsible for it, that hardly matters. With what we´ve got on him now, regardless of Charlotte´s testimony, he´ll not be coming out of prison again for a very long time, if at all. He´ll probably be sentenced to life-long impris
CHARLOTTE"Yes. You do," snaps Michael. "You took a bullet. It cut your main artery and caused a lot of muscle damage besides... For God´s sake man, I don´t think you´ve taken on board yet, just how close you came to dying. And there´s no shame in taking time to recover from that. Now, if you would cut out the stiff-necked pride, and let us help you, we might all enjoy this a bit more."My Master whips around, momentarily set to snap back at Michael, then he pauses, shrugs and laughs. "You´re right of course, both of you. I´m sorry.""Master, the doctor said that it will take you a few months to properly heal. You´ll be yourself again, but you do need to take it easy for a while."He nods, sheepishly. "What do you suggest?""Just lie down, Master. Let me do the work. If you exercise every day, you´ll soon be stronger, and then you can slap my butt to glowing any time you want..."He bursts out laughing. Even Michael chuckles. "That´s about the size of it, isn´t it. Alright.
MICHAEL"Do you think he´ll be alright?" she asks."I think so. His wound is healing. It´ll just take time, that´s all.""I didn´t mean that. I meant...""What?""I mean... Do you think he´ll be... alright?""For sex, you mean?"What´s going through your head, Babe?"Yes.""Yes, I think he´ll be alright... Would it matter to you if he wasn´t? Make a difference to you, about how you feel about him?""No of course not, but, I wonder how important it is to him?""Charlotte, when James won that first contract with Haswell, it was worth millions to him. Most men at that point would have bought themselves a flashy car, a boat, even a house. He went out and bought himself a virgin. What does that tell you?CHARLOTTE"What´s the problem, Charlotte?" asks Richard. "You look upset.""Oh, the university isn´t very happy about the way my course is being moved around, or at least, the way I´m moving around it. It´s getting a bit uncomfortable trying to talk to my tutors.
CHARLOTTEThe barman produces a pen. A paper bag from my book purchases is commandeered. Michael jots down figures on it, ´Hmmm´s for a minute, stares into space, writes some more, then passes it over to Richard.Richard works his way through, staring at the notes and numbers thoughtfully. Then he gazes into space for a minute, fingers twitching.Counting on his fingers? Working a calculator in his head?Then he scribbles more notes and annotations.Finally, he writes a one-line sentence under the lot, glances at Michael for a second, then, against Michael´s raised eyebrow, and my Master´s barely suppressed amusement slides the bag across the table to me."Let´s see how your accountancy´s coming on, Charlotte. What does that lot mean?"I scan the hieroglyphs in front of me...I set out to study physics and learn the secrets of the universe. Then I changed to engineering, so I could learn how to build a city. Now, I´m being asked to... cost it?"Um... Michael´s put dow
CHARLOTTE"I thought we were supposed to just be preparing things..." I say.My Master raises his head. "Yes, quite. I´m preparing you. I wouldn´t like Michael to find you non-prepared for him." He returns his attentions to my inner thighs, where he is kissing and nibbling at the soft, delicate skin. Thus far, he has not strayed much further, but already my core is melting."Please, Master.""No, we´re waiting for Michael. Don´t be impatient. And besides, I enjoy watching you like this. I can see you arouse, watch your pussy open, unfurl. Let´s see if I can help it along a bit."He doesn´t, as I expect, open me with his fingers. Instead, he laves my outer lips with long, languorous strokes of his tongue.Aaahhhh..."Yes, there you go, see. Beautiful... Opening up all by yourself..." And as his tongue laps at my inner lips and beyond, I wail.Ohhhh... Godddddd...I´m trying to flex, to arch my spine, but since my hips are already pillowed up, my arms and legs outstretc
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