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
Shrieking with laughter, as Michael rolls me onto my back, I open my legs. His hand questing south, he says "We´d better do a good job with you. You´ll be away for a while, soon.""I´ll be back. But, yes, you can do a good job anyway."My libido has returned, in force, and my cunt is demanding satisfaction. Sunshine in his smile, Michael tickles at my pussy lips, making me squeal and wriggle. "Keep still..." he mutters. But there is laughter in his words.My Master reaches over and around me, lifting my arms back onto the pillow, pinning them at the wrists. "Just holding you there, Madam, so your fiancé can do his work."Michael´s fingers are working me, deftly finding their way through my folds, navigating to my clit. My pussy is responding, going into overdrive. Inside, I am heating, dissolving."Now, let´s get you nice and wet," whispers Michael. "A man likes to feel he´s welcome." Fingers insert themselves, curving into my front wall, rubbing at my sweet spot. "Ah, yes