"Chad's in the City you know," says Tom."Is he?" Charlotte's pale still, but she's smiling."He is. I ran into him one day down by the arena.""How is he?""He seemed to be doing well. He looked good." Tom sucks at his teeth. "I can see why you were attracted to him." He glances at Michael. "He's married again now, you know."Charlotte blinks. "Married?"Tom's lips quirk. "Not to a girl this time.""Ahh...." Charlotte's eyes widen and she's finally beginning to smile properly. "Well, I hope he's very happy."Tom sighs. "It's all right, Jenny... Sorry, Charlotte. I know what the problem was. I suppose sooner or later he'll tell his parents and they'll stop blaming you for what happened."The door opens, and Stanton pushes his head around, gesturing me out. I leave Charlotte with Michael and her old friend....... I hope....About time she had some....Outside the room, Stanton lowers his voice. "His story stacks up with what we know. We took his fingerprints fr
RICHARDJames brightens but purses his lips. "Don't bother with perfume or jewellery or anything like that...."Hardly...."No, she's not really a perfume and jewellery kind of girl is she...." I laugh."No, she's not. And nothing too expensive either." He flashes me a look.Is he trying to be offensive?"James, money is hardly an issue for me....""It is for her." He sighs, scratching into his hair. "She's sensitive about being given money. Even Michael and I have to be careful about it."Wtf?"Seriously? Michael's married to her. So are you for all practical purposes. A husband is entitled to give his wife gifts...."He rocks a hand back and forth. "I don't think she's fully wrapped her brain around that one yet. She started life and grew up with so little. She's not used to being pampered or cared for. I'm not sure she ever will be."You want to give her everything....... but she won't let you...What would I do?"As a matter of interest," I ask, "what i
RICHARDI work my way along James' racks, trying one thing, then another.He doesn't stint on his budget....Spot a man whose enthusiastic about his hobby....It beats model railways...."What do you normally use on Charlotte?"James leans back against the rack, arms folding, his tone conversational. "I tend towards floggers, but don't let that limit you. If you prefer a crop or a paddle, or whatever, then use it. Just don't leave any stripes on her that will take more than a day or so to fade or you'll have Michael to answer to."Michael's fist.... punching through my office door...."And Michael will be comfortable with this?""He'll be fine." He pauses, rubs the side of his nose. "We used to visit the clubs regularly when we first knew her. I introduced Charlotte to ménage and BDSM, but she took to it like a duck to water. However, we had one occasion...." He sucks at his cheeks....Choosing his words?".... We had an occasion when it got out of hand. Michael r
RICHARDHow to do this?I dress: dark trousers, shirt, tie.... But not the clothes I plan to wear to go out in.Elizabeth is showering and doesn't hear me enter. Her eyes are closed as she washes, her face raised as she rinses under the jets. Water runs in rivulets through the long locks of her hair, making it much darker than when she woke. Foam courses over her shoulders, streams between her breasts and over her belly.My shaft twitches.No reason not to have some fun....Ratchet her along in the right direction....I shift, deliberately making a little noise, and her eyes open. She startles then looks sheepish. "Sorry, Master. I didn't know you were there."She still stands under the jetting shower. "I could see that," I say, drawing closer. Her eyes widen."I'm feeling nostalgic," I say, "for the chambermaid who decided to use my bathroom." Moving deliberately slowly, I unravel the knot of my tie, tug it free then pull it taut between my fists.Elizabeth knows
RICHARDWe crunch through snap-topped snow, having to pick up our feet to get from the car to the door. A trail of footprints leads back and forth from the door to the garden and in a few places, what look like the exploded remains of snowballs lie star-fished on the surface.From somewhere comes drifting the scent of roasting meat, fruit and spices."Who's doing the cooking?" asks Elizabeth. "It smells amazing.""James, I believe." And I'm not disagreeing with her. It does smell amazing.Unloading the back of the car, I pile Elizabeth's arms with the wrapped cake, a box of candied fruit and the armagnac I know James is partial to. Then I take my own load; the gifts we bought for the three, including a bourbon which I think might appeal to Michael.Arms full, I struggle to ring the bell on the be-wreathed oak door, eventually shoving at the button with my elbow. From beyond, there is first silence, then a scuffling noise, followed by the click and creak of the door opening.
RICHARDSince James' invitation, I've been anticipating with relish the idea of 'playing' with Charlotte. I'd thought after Elizabeth's birthday that Charlotte would want to too, perhaps even be enthusiastic about the idea...Once more...."Any favourite films you like to watch? Elizabeth always loves watching Christmas movies..." I talk across the table. "What's that one you like...?"Elizabeth covers her mouth, swallowing down a mouthful of something, gulps, then, "The Snowman. I don't know how many times I watched it, but I still always cry at the end. What about you?""Yes, it's a good film. I like it too." But her words are lacklustre. There's no enthusiasm there.And I know for a fact that Charlotte enjoys old movies....".... but when I see all those old movies, you know, 'It's a Wonderful Life' and 'Christmas Carol' and all the rest, I've never had a Christmas like that...."Yes.... It's meShe doesn't want....... doesn't want me touching her?The food si
RICHARDBetween courses of the spectacular meal, nature calls. I rise from the table. "Ummm..."Michael points out of the room. "Down the hall and on the left. I'll show you. Heading that way myself."In the bathroom, "Michael, am I missing something? Elizabeth and I are here today at James' invitation, but Charlotte seemed uncomfortable at first. At least until he made it completely clear to her what his intentions were." The blond man shuffles on his feet."Is it me?" I say. "Have I done something to offend?""No," he says quickly, zipping up. "It's not you.""What then?"He rubs at his forehead. "The fact is.... that our relationship with Charlotte has had its ups and downs. And some of the downs were very down."The sound of laughter echoes down the hall. He glances toward the dining room. "Look," he says. "I'm happy to have this conversation with you sometime. But not today, eh?""I understand. But you're sure everything is alright with Charlotte?""The way
"Happy Christmas, Charlotte," I say. "Do you want to play?"Do you want me...?And at last, she smiles. "I do, sir, yes."My groin tensions, a pulse rippling to my shaft and my blood pressure rocketing. James also twitches a smile, then backs off to lean against a wall with an expression of apparent disinterest....Yeah.... Right...."Good, stay there," I say to the beauty at my feet. "I'll just be a moment."Leaving her briefly, I choose a spreader bar from James' collection. His eyes follow me, but he maintains his fake nonchalance.And I stand over her once more....How to play it?She's happy....Be a Dom....I school the smile off my face, holding out the spreader bar. "Wrists." She offers up her hands. "James, would you please."He moves across to strap the cuffs into place while I hold the bar in position. Once she's restrained. I hold it in the centre and, to her sharp inhalation, lift her bodily to a standing position. As I haul her upright her nippl