On the Project site, Haswell shows me around, comparing what I see on the ground, to what the plans show.Perhaps it is his apology for misreading me earlier. He is the soul of courtesy, pointing out where old sweatshops and slums have gone, to be replaced by the upcoming, sleek and modern homes; where the bridge, designed by my Master, will span the river, the foundations and pilings already being laid. After a while, he is called away, his attention needed on some snag. "Go wherever you want, Charlotte," he says. "See everything."I trail behind surveyors and engineers, following their tracks, trying to interpret groundworks, and transform them in my head into the soaring city I saw in the model.Bulldozers are shifting huge tracts of rubble, crushing and flattening it, to lay the groundwork for the next phase of the building works. The old road layout is all but gone. Only because I know where I am, is any of it recognisable.Feeling like a spare part, I wander around a bit,
My voice is small. I can hardly speak the words. "I killed a man."My Master stands abruptly, rising upright from his chair, which scrapes backwards, abrasively.Richard remains unmoved, simply glancing up at my Master. "Go on."Breathe..."I was fourteen. It was at the home. There was a man... As the girls got older, and sometimes the boys... they would take them away..."My throat seizes up. Unspeaking, Richard pours a tumbler of water, pushing it across the table to me. I gulp it down, straining for air."He took me out, tried to get me into his car. He was telling me that I was being taken to a party where... He was enjoying telling me what they were going to do to me. He had a knife, holding it at my throat to get me into the car. He said that when we got to the party, they were going to pass me around, and if I didn´t do as I was told, he was going to... to fuck me with the knife, and enjoy doing it..."I am panting hard, struggling with my words, as the nightmare r
We walk, Michael holding my hand, along a wild track, high in the mountains. Rambling between forest and green meadows which slope down to the lake, just being here is a balm to my black mood. And Michael, with his unconditional support, and lack of pressure, is soothing company.We sit on an old stump. Michael pours me coffee from a flask, which I accept, then offers me a sandwich, which I do not."Thanks, I´m not hungry.""Charlotte, you´ve got to eat, or you´re no good to anyone, least of all yourself." He presses the food onto me. Reluctantly I take it, fighting my churning stomach, to choke down small bites.Nonetheless, the walk calms me. Clouds scud across the sky, casting light and shade across the meadows. The lake sparkles in the sunshine, the waters rippling with a shimmering light in the brisk breeze. Breathing deeply, the early autumn mountain air tastes good: of pine and snow."It´s real soul food, this place, isn´t it?" says Michael, lacing his fingers into min
Michael settles between my thighs, kissing my neck, hands running over my face. "And yet, here we are?" I ask.He raises himself on an elbow, looking down at me, his lips pressed together, and gives a small nod of acknowledgement. "And yet, here we are..." He stoops to kiss me."Michael, if what I feel for you isn´t love, I don´t have a label for it."He raises himself again, his brilliantly blue eyes gazing into mine, soft, semi-lidded. He strokes my face. "That´ll do." And he bends to kiss me, opening his mouth over mine. My pussy responds to him, running warm to his touch, and as he presses himself inside me, I welcome him in. With a series of short, gasping breaths, I arch, raising my hips to meet him. He thrusts forwards slowly, in slow strokes, easing in, coating himself in my honey, before gradually, smoothly, he sheathes himself inside me.Almost in slow motion, he takes me, loving me with his body, his cock kissing me inside.I don´t cum. In my current state of
I wake to the smell of coffee. My Master is there, sitting on the end of the bed with Michael, talking quietly with him. I don´t move, trying to pick out the words, but their voices are a low murmur, and I can´t hear what they are saying.I stir, and they both turn to look at me, Michael smiling at me, my Master sombre."Good morning, Charlotte. How are you now?" says my Master.My stomach churning, "What´s happening?"He chews his lip for a moment. "I´m not going to tell you exactly until we have some final information come in, but I will say, that Haswell has worked tirelessly on your behalf, over the last day or so and... it´s going to be alright for you." "Really?""Yes, really." The words sound as though he should be pleased, but his expression, his body language, says otherwise.Michael: "Coffee?""Mmm, yes, please.""Breakfast?""Um, no. Don´t think I could hold it down."My Master again, "Take your time. Have your coffee, take a bath, whatever. Then come
Michael wraps an arm around my shoulder, giving me a squeeze. "He´ll come round. He´s had a rough ride the last day or two. Let him calm down, and he´ll be himself again."But he doesn´t come round. My Master sits, by himself, in the lounge all day.The following day, it is the same. He sits alone, brooding.I make a pot of coffee, strong, the way he likes it. Timidly, I tap on the door. "I brought you coffee, Master.""Fine. Leave it on the table." He doesn´t look at me."I´m going for a walk, on the beach. Would you like to come with me?""No."Fighting back tears, I put on a jacket and head outside. I pass Michael."I´m going for a walk.""Want company?" asks Michael."No, I´m fine. I just want some fresh air. I won´t go far."He nods, looking unhappy, and I wander off, down to the sea.There is a strong surf. Autumn is coming, and waves toss their white heads before spilling over onto the sands. I follow the strand line, looking for anything more interesting
The following morning, Michael´s phone rings. "Yup? So? Can´t you get a replacement? No...? Oh, right. Okay, I´ll be there in an hour or so."He clicks the phone off. "I´ve got to go to the Centre for a few hours," he says to me. "I´d like to take you with me, but I´d prefer to do that on a day when we can relax and I can... er... pamper you a bit... You alright staying here?""I´m fine. You go do what you have to do. I´ll have a swim and try to get some sun.""Don´t forget your sun-blocker." He tosses a tube at me, and I catch it mid-air.-----I know what I need to do.My Master is in the lounge, sitting in an armchair. Hands behind his head, long legs stretched out, crossed at the ankles, he stares, pensively, into space"Master, may I... come in?"He tilts his head at me, expression sombre. "Of course you may, Charlotte. It is hardly for me to tell you where you may, or may not, go."I am wearing only the lightest of clothing, a beach robe, nothing underneath,
I lie in my Master´s arms, warm and comfortable in our new-found understanding."Master?""Hmmm?""Why did you push me into agreeing to marry Michael?""Did I?""You know you did."He flips over to face me, frowning. "You´re not regretting it? You do love him?""Yes, of course I do. You must surely know that, even if he has trouble believing me... But you and me..."He sighs. "Charlotte...." He holds me close, his face pressed against mine. "Charlotte, I´m so much older than you. If we´d met twenty years ago... Michael will always be there for you. He loves you. He´s utterly trustworthy. I know that you will always be safe with him.""How did you and Michael meet?"He looks startled at the question. "Why do you ask that, now?""Mmm... not sure... Perhaps because this is at least as much about you and Michael, as it is about you and me, or me and him...""True enough..." He rolls onto his back, staring at the ceiling. "We met at the clubs..."There is a long si
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