MICHAEL"James. How did you get this? It´s a downloaded mortgage statement. No-one should have been able to get this, except me."He scratches the side of his face, entirely unembarrassed. "Yes, well, your account wasn´t exactly difficult to hack. You might think about upgrading your passwords...."I break into laughter again. "James, you´re impossible. But thank you. So much." I pass the document to Charlotte. She looks at it, how much James has paid...She stutters... "Master... It´s such a lot...""No, it isn´t. I´m a rich man. Where else would I spend my money, except with my family?"And that´s it, isn´t it...Charlotte nods. Taking my hand in her left, James´ in her right, "Yes, that´s right. We´re a family, aren´t we.""That we are." I say. "Perhaps not the standard nuclear family, but a family nonetheless.""I´ve never had a family before, not a real one. Just the foster family, and they didn´t like me much.""Mmm. Now you put it like that..." says James, ".
CHARLOTTEFeet up on the settee, I´m reading, engrossed in The Silmarillion.I love Tolkien...Rain lashes against the window, all but wiping out the views of the mountains and down to the lake, but the fire´s blazing, my new husband and my Master are both with me, I have a glass of wine to one side and, lost in a good book, does life get any better than this?I´m in Heaven.It dawns on me that I´m being watched.Tilting my book down, I look over the top. In his chair, opposite me, Michael, chin resting his fist, has that look...Yes, that one...In the other chair, my Master also regards me, waiting for me to notice.What are they up to?"What? What is it?"As if I need to ask...They both rise, walk to stand over me. Each offers me a hand. Putting down my book, I take both hands, and they pull me to my feet.Michael pulls something from his pocket; a long, black silk scarf that he uses as a blindfold. He doesn´t speak but winds his finger around in a circle.
AUTHOR´S NOTE: Strictly speaking, this part of the story belongs in the ´Bought By The Billionaire´ story. However, that story is intertwined with this so, for a reader, with the timing of the events concerned, it is better placed here.Enjoy!Simone Leigh (Author) xxMICHAELThe day is going to be hot. Already, sunlight slants across the bed and the room is growing uncomfortably warm."Fancy a swim anyone?" I ask.James nods agreement. Charlotte stretches and yawns. "Mmmm. Good idea. I´ll just get into my costume.""No need. The pool´s all locked up yet. It won´t be open to the hotel guests for another couple of hours.""Great. I´ll just grab a towel."The three of us amble through the hotel to the pool in bathrobes, and I re-lock the doors behind us to be sure we have privacy. James dives cleanly into the water, eating lengths with a steady crawl. I follow. Charlotte, slightly more demure, steps down into the pool. Perhaps, with her full figure, diving is not so
BETH"So where are we going?""Spoilers..." Richard grins at me, looking indecently pleased with himself."And why are you driving instead of Ross?"He shakes his head. "Ah-ah..." As we turn off the highway up to the mountains, the penny drops. "We´re going to James´ place? Michael and Charlotte´s house?"He looks smug. "Yup. We´re having dinner there.""Oh, lovely. That´s great. But why the secrecy?"He simply looks smug, saying nothing, meeting my eyes for a moment, mouth twitching, before turning his attention back to the road.The drive is amazing. The lovely road winds up the mountain and past the lake, with the late afternoon sunshine drawing brilliant ripples across the surface. Clouds scud across a sky which fades from azure to a pale opal on the horizon. Squadrons of electric blue dragonfly´s zig-zag through rushes, landing on lily pads, iridescent against the brilliant green. The hotel is buzzing. Michael´s spa project looks to be off to a bouncing start
BETHAgape, I twist around to stare at Richard, then back at Michael.Have I misunderstood him?In the background, James whispers something to Charlotte, who darts off, to vanish through the far door."Well, Elizabeth," says Richard. "Isn´t this what you wanted?""Richard... I... I never... I promise you, I´ve never..."He kisses me again, softly, on the lips. "I know. But I´m neither sightless nor heedless, and I´ve seen you looking at him, with and without Charlotte. So...?"Charlotte reappears, wearing only the slightest of clothing; a diaphanous robe in some fine silky stuff, semi-transparent, her nakedness underneath not quite hidden.She walks up to me, takes my hand, and places it in Michael´s."Don´t you want to play, Beth? You said to me often enough that you wonder what it´s like. Now´s your chance."As I look between her and Michael, my pussy warms. "Really? You don´t mind?"She shakes her head. "No. Have fun, Beth. I promise you that you´ll enjoy it. M
BETHI´m jittery, really edgy, but so horny. Given this (once in a lifetime?) opportunity, I don´t want to blow it. Glowing inside, my pussy is flooding, my panties becoming uncomfortable.How well can he read me? Does he know?Of course, he does...Will he take them off me...?How can it be so difficult for me to unbutton a shirt? I´m all fingers and thumbs, completely ham-fisted about it. But he´s patient, helping me to calm down, to chill out a little.I´ve not been with another man since the day I met Richard. And so far as I can see, Michael is utterly faithful to Charlotte. But before then... How many women has he had?A lot... Look at him...He could take his pick...His eyes are intensely, brilliantly blue, framed by dark lashes which contrast with the bright gold of his hair.The face of an angel...But despite his astonishing good looks, he never seems to suffer from vanity or narcissism.You´re a lucky woman, Charlotte...And you´re letting me do th
BETHMichael drops to my pussy, licking and sucking deeply into my entrance, making a dancing magic of his mouth and lips, as he fathoms me with his tongue. My wailing becomes howling...Oh God..."Michael... Please..."He stands, his body language changing. He knows I´m ready. All trace of seduction has vanished. His teeth flashing white against his tan, he has the face and eyes of an angel, but now I see the devil inside...Inside, I chuckle to myself. I always thought that angel had a dirty halo...And right now, it´s hitting the ground with a clang...Business-like, he strips off his jeans, shucking them to one side, all the time holding my eyes with his.He´s ready too...His erection quivers upright by his stomach, glistening at the tip. He is... not exactly smiling... but his eyes are intense with a clean lust that makes me want to lay myself open to him and fuck him to a standstill.Positioning himself above me, taking his weight on his arms, his cock nuzzl
CHARLOTTERichard smiles, tracing the outline of my lips with one finger. "Good. That´s very good, Charlotte... For now, over the bench and spread your ankles..."I obey, lying over the horse, my face pressed sideways against the padded surface. Richard is behind me, his feet pushing mine further apart. My Master slaps my rump. It´s not a hard blow, just letting me know he is there, I think. But then, I heave a deep breath as Richard´s hand blisters across my rear, gasping at the sting.Looking up from my, now awkward angle, I see Michael pulling Beth upright into a kneeling position to face us, angling her to watch..."Charlotte, what are your safe words?" asks Richard"Yellow, Sir. And Red."He rubs at the spot where he just caught me, then his hand flames across my ass again."Very good. And you like being fucked by more than one man at once? Understand that I am only asking you this because I do realise that you are, in reality, no more a sub than I am.""Yes, Sir.
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