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Chapter 145: The Loss Of Innocence, Part 11, Girl Time
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Charlotte's Search Chapter 146: The Loss Of Innocence, Part 12, Twenty-Six Years Ago
The phone rings and he picks it up... "Hello?" ... then jolts as he hears the voice."Davey? Is that you?""Shelley? Yes, it's me." He pauses, looks over his shoulder then around the doorway into the lounge. "Shelley, Stephen's not here right now, but I'll have to talk quietly. How are you? Why are you calling? After all this time, why are you calling now?""Davey..." Her voice trembles. "I was wondering if... Would it be possible for me to come home?""Home?" He holds the receiver as though accusing it of lying. "You want to come home? Shelley, has something happened? Are you alright?""Yes, something's happened, and... no, I'm not alright. Do you think I could come? Would that be... possible?""Permanently you mean? To leave the City?"Clumping sounds in the background; Stephen coming down the stairs. "Who is it?""Ah... no-one."Stephen looks at him askance. "No-one? What's that supposed to mean?"David takes a breath. "It's Shelley.""Shelley?" Stephen looks u
Last Updated : 2022-10-26Charlotte's Search Chapter 147: The Loss Of Innocence, Part 13, Twenty-Six Years Ago, Mitch
"Give me my stuff, Angelo."He won't meet her eye as she scrabbles through bags, snatching whatever looks useful and stuffing into a holdall. "Mitch, I'm sorry. He threatened me..."She looks up; the briefest of eye contacts. "It doesn't matter. You were scared. I get it. I'm scared. I'm going.""Where to, Mitch? Where will you go?"But she doesn't answer...He's already betrayed her once..."Mitch, there you are!" She swivels to see Frank propped against the bar. He gives her that big, all-American smile of his. "I was beginning to think you and Larry had run off into the sunset together." Turning to the barman, "Beer and a whiskey chaser, please, Angelo." Then, "What can I get you, Mitch?"Her eyes dart to his and then, flushing, she looks away again, shoving stuff into her holdall."Mitch, what's wrong?"She mutters something incomprehensible.Angelo slaps the drinks down on the bar next to him, but Frank ignores them. "Mitch? What is it? Have I done something t
Last Updated : 2022-10-26Charlotte's Search Chapter 148: The Loss Of Innocence, Part 14, Bad Weather
JAMESRain lashes sideways onto the windows.Roll on Spring.Is this blasted weather never going to end?But I'm warm and comfortable; naked next to my dozing Jade-Eyes, her body heat percolating to me. And beyond her...Where's Michael?Got up early...?The wind howls a complaint, rattling glass and the lashing of the rain turns to a spattering...Sleet?Why would he get up early for this?Much better here...... but over the blather of the weather, I hear the hiss of the shower in the en-suite.I consider the tumble of red hair lying next to me.How is she now?Over the shock?Or at least dealing with it?I try an experimental stroke over the curve of a shoulder. She sighs and stirs.She does look much better...Another stroke. This time I follow it through along a smooth, pale arm.The eyes flicker open, green orbs settling on me. The mouth curves up. "Good morning, Master.""Good morning. Slept well?""I did yes."I trace the line of her
Last Updated : 2022-10-26Charlotte's Search Chapter 149: The Loss Of Innocence, Part 15, You Can't...
JAMESAnd I draw my tongue in a long smooth stroke through the length of her. And again. Her pussy is wide, swollen and fluid, and as I delve deep, swiping and lapping and licking, she pulses, throbbing flesh carrying the promise of a crashing orgasm...Yes...Drive her over the edge...Withdrawing just for a moment, I repeat. "I haven't given you permission to come."Her voice rising half an octave, "Master... I can't...."And I return to her clit, aiming for the sensitive spot she has to the base, probing, massaging and working her.She bucks, then abruptly stills, although still straining, and I look up to see Michael across the bed, grinning as he pins her arms above her head. "Let's see how obedient you can be to your Master."Draw it out...Ramp it up...She's flooding, shaking violently and I back off, allowing the tension to ease for a few seconds, then taking her clit between my lips, inserting fingers inside her, I both suckle and fuck her, deliberately ta
Last Updated : 2022-10-26Charlotte's Search Chapter 150: The Loss Of Innocence, Part 16, Twenty-Six Years Ago, Where is She?
KLEMPNERIn the guest room, the single I slept in is as I left it, the blankets rumpled, the sheet thrown back from when she invited me to sleep with her.Let-down gnaws at me.Did I offend her that much?With a gift?Glumly, I head back out where the taxi driver stands leaning against his vehicle blowing smoke rings into the evening air.He humps my case into the back again. "Where to, Boss?"I give him Mitch's old address; that dingy apartment which, apparently, she prefers to all that I offered her...Gave her...The taxi pulls away, the garish harbour lights irritating me with their dazzle.What do I say to her?Hi... you just flushed my gift down the drain...As we pull up again, I look up, reflexively seeking her window. Again, it's in darkness. I check my watch.Headed out...?Working again?The cabbie twists in his seat. "Want me to wait again?""Please, yes."I don't bother with my case. Instead, climbing the stone steps to the door, I fumble
Last Updated : 2022-10-26Charlotte's Search Chapter 151: The Loss Of Innocence, Part 17, Package
JAMES"Morning, Kirstie."The concierge smiles from her desk as we enter and cross the lobby. "Good morning, Mr Alexanders. Morning Charlotte." Then she riffles through a stack on her in-tray. "Oh, Charlotte. Some mail for you. I had to sign for this one." She offers a small padded envelope, then, clearing her throat, "Um, James...""I've not forgotten my promise, Kirstie. I'm seeing Ryan later this week on-site. I'll make a point of allowing extra time for a chat with him.""Thank you." She bobs her head, the pearl on her velvet choker bobbing with her.Charlotte looks curiously but briefly, her attention taken by the packet. She receives very little mail.And there's only so many people who might send her a package...My antennae twitching, "Why don't we go up to my office," I say. "Have a coffee together before we start the working day. You can open it there..."... In privacy...She nods, going into silent running. As we ride the elevator, she crosses her arms, th
Last Updated : 2022-10-26Charlotte's Search Chapter 152: The Loss Of Innocence, Part 18, Interceding
JAMESI twirl my fork into spaghetti tinted a brilliant green with pesto. Spaghetti is a food which, while I'm partial to it, I normally reserve for eating in decent privacy. There's nothing like having sauce down the front of your shirt to ruin your credibility. However, given the nature of the conversation I want to have....... Promised to have....... with Ryan, I accepted his recommendation.Won't do any harm to pass a few compliments to his relative...And the food is indeed excellent."Parmesan?" Ryan passes me the grater. "They make the pesto here. Grow it themselves in the gardens at the back.""Really? Great idea. I'll suggest it to Michael and Charlotte. He's looking to build up the hotel restaurant and she's looking for excuses to grow things."And I dry up.How the hell to begin this...?Ryan forks up pasta, chewing, sipping at an excellent white Sauvignon and occasionally glancing up at me. After a few minutes, he says, "So, what is it can I do for you
Last Updated : 2022-10-26Charlotte's Search Chapter 153: The Loss Of Innocence, Part 19, Twenty-Six Years Ago, Finding Mitch
KLEMPNERTrue to his prediction, Bech produces an address for Conners in under an hour. "I put Malory on there," he says, "to check out if she's there. It's on the fourth floor, but he confirms he's sighted a red-headed woman moving around inside." He tugs at his chin, eyeing me speculatively. "What are your orders, sir?"I want nothing more than to walk away from this. To lie down. To sleep away the banging inside my head."Sir?"This is about survival... "Sir, we cannot let this woman run free. She knows too much. She's a loose cannon."He's right...But I can't bring myself to give the order.Bech inhales. "Sir, I understand that you find this difficult. If you wish, I will handle it.""No!"Bech jolts at my tone.More calmly, "No. As you say, Bech. It has to be handled. Tell Malory to stay where he is. Keep a track of where they are. We'll meet him there."*****By the elevator, Malory is waiting for us as we arrive. In blue overalls and with a toolbox on
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Charlotte's Search Chapter 203: Her Enemy's Promise, Part 23, Richard's Gift
A sound... Charlotte clearing her throat. "Ummm...""Yes, Charlotte." Richard swings around. "I believe that makes it your turn. James... Together or separately?""You're the guest, Richard. You choose.""In that case, I think together. Heads or tails?""Oh, tails I think, if that suits you?""Absolutely."As I withdraw from Beth, tucking away my subsiding erection, I help her upright.Richard and James both stand, side by side, towering over Charlotte. I back away from the action, giving them space, but take Beth with me, pulling her down onto my lap as I sit, nuzzling into her neck. "Thank you. You have no idea how much..."She twists back, kisses me on the mouth. "I think I did know."James and Richard are both stripping off jackets, ties and shirts, kicking off shoes. "I think Charlotte's about to get it big time," she murmurs."I'd say so, yes."James drops to his knees, settles between her thighs.Richard unzips, releases himself, then stroking his erectio
Charlotte's Search Chapter 202: Her Enemy's Promise, Part 22, Kink
MICHAELheading south, I tug at the ties of the thong, pulling away about a square inch of satin as the flimsy thing falls away.Richard sucks in air. "So, James, where would you like me to start?""I'm sure you don't need instructions from me..." James drops eyes to Beth's smooth pubis. "... An old hand like you." His gaze shifts to Charlotte... "But I think we'll adjust the furniture a little." Rising, he takes a stand-mirror from the corner of the bedroom, moves it to the side of the bed, adjusts the angle, then stands back to gauge the results. He adjusts it a little, measures it by eye again and then nods. Charlotte has an excellent view of her own sex."Would you like her opened a little further, Richard? I imagine you'll want to reach everything easily.""Excellent idea, James. The knees wider I think, and we'll lift her hips."It's a game they play, the pair of them, torturing her with anticipation, but Charlotte's eyes tell a tale. The two Doms work as a team, J
Charlotte's Search Chapter 201: Her Enemy's Promise, Part 21, Michael
MICHAELI sit, staring at nothing, thinking about...... Nothing...Maybe I should get something to eat?My gut's griping. I've not eaten all day. Sally brought me one of her usual offerings for lunch; a plate-sized bacon and egg sandwich and a can of beer, but the smell turned my stomach.Scruffy ate well though along with Kirstie's tribe, running wild around the gardens in hairy, waggy, excitable enthusiasm.The pint-sized rag-tag lies by my feet. Occasionally he looks up at me, whining. I scratch his ear and he settles again.There's no sign of James and Charlotte other than James' tablet on his armchair and a book, marker inserted, on Charlotte's favourite spot on the settee. With no real interest, I look at the cover. 'A Song of Ice and Fire - A Dance with Dragons.'The scent of something is drifting in, James' cooking I assume. A part of me says it smells rich and savoury, winey and herby, but my gut recoils.Just a coffee maybe...I head for the kitchen, but
Charlotte's Search Chapter 200: Her Enemy's Promise, Part 20, Sandwich
MICHAELI don't much feel like breakfast, but for the sake of form, I join Mitch, James and Charlotte in the kitchen, downing a coffee, then pouring another.James is on his usual 'toast and coffee only' breakfast. Mitch works her way through yoghurt and muesli, eating tidily and sipping at a cup of peppermint tea.Charlotte's standing on tiptoe, rummaging at the top shelf of the store cupboard. James stands, walks across. "What are you looking for?""Pickled onions.""You don't like pickled onions.""I felt like one sliced up on my sandwich."I've already seen the other items laid out on the worktop for Charlotte's 'sandwich', along with the expression flitting across James' face as he saw them too.Hmmm...But he snakes up a long arm to the top shelf and takes down a jar.In some fascination we sit, watching Charlotte assemble a peanut butter, avocado and pickled onion sandwich, on crusty bread cut thick enough to use as a draught excluder. In a final flourish, sh
Charlotte's Search Chapter 199: Her Enemy's Promise, Part 19, Redemption
JAMESIt's a nice area. A pretty area. And it's a day for seeing it at its best.Yachts and pleasure boats float in bobbing ranks on sparkling water. Tourists walk by with ice creams, tossing coins to cross-legged artists sitting by pavement chalkings. Shops sell souvenirs, art and holiday wear.The apartment block is clean and well-maintained. The hallway as we approach the door smells of new carpet and fresh paint.Mitch stands outside the door, seeming to gather herself together, then taking a breath, she inserts the key, turns it, opens the door and we step inside.It's... lovely...Sunlight dances over walls painted in soft neutral colours. They complement the furnishings, made from some pale golden timber, perhaps beech."Can't fault his taste," comments Michael.Paintings dot the walls, abstract mainly, except for a single striking piece taking the centre of one wall; an image of ice and broken water in astonishing rainbow hues."Amazing painting," I say, looki
Charlotte's Search Chapter 198: Her Enemy's Promise, Part 18, The Package
RICHARDJames steps out of the elevator looking...What?Harassed?Worried?"James?"He looks to me then jerks his head towards his office. I follow him in. Silently, he offers me a small, padded envelope, still sealed. "This was waiting for me down in the lobby. Special delivery.""A packet?""Look at the addressee."I look, extract spectacles from my top pocket and look again.And the hair rises on the back of my neck.Michelle Kimberley, c/o James Alexanders."Klempner?""Who else could it be? Conners wouldn't know where to find her. Michelle's brothers would probably send it to her direct. So, who else?""James, before anyone opens that envelope, could it be a letter-bomb?"He blows out air, rubs his forehead. "I wouldn't have thought that was Klempner's style... If he wanted her, he come after her himself..." He paces the room. "And why would he send it through me?""You parted... amicably... from Klempner? After the shooting?"He huffs. "I'm not
Charlotte's Search Chapter 197: Her Enemy's Promise, Part 17, Remembrance
MICHAELJames interrupts my gardening. "You seen Charlotte?""She said she was going for a walk." I nod along the road. "She went that-a-way." I straighten up, pressing hands into my lower spine. "Actually, now I think about it, her tone was a bit odd.""You look as if you've done enough for a while. Want to take a break and stretch your legs?""Good idea. I'll just tell Chad we're going out."I find him inside, paint bucket in hand, slapping emulsion on a bedroom wall. "James and I are just going for a walk. I don't think we'll be long."He cocks an eye at me, his expression assessing. "You might like to know that Mr Kalkowski is buried nearby, in the churchyard.""He is? I thought...""He had no traceable family, so he stayed here. Some of the holier-than-thou churchy types tried to kick up a fuss about it, but Mrs Collier kicked up a bigger fuss and they found a space for him.""Gotcha."He moves to the window and points a long finger along the road; the same dir
Charlotte's Search Chapter 196: Her Enemy's Promise, Part 16, Charlie
MICHAELThe lawns might have been mown, but the shrubs and borders are heading for the sky. A quick exploration of a small back shed produces saw and secateurs, so I set to, getting the garden back under control."Hello."I turn to see a woman, standing by the garden gate. Wearing jeans and a shirt, her hair tied tightly back in a ponytail, she has a prim, pleasant face. "Hello, I'm Eleanor Collier. I've been keeping an eye on the house. I saw something was happening...?" I stand, wiping muck and sap off my hands and onto my pants, then stride forward to offer my hand. "Michael Summerford." My brain connects the dots. "Collier, was it? Charlo... Jennifer's foster mother?"Her face lights up. "That's right. You know Jenny? She's here?""I'm her husband. And yes, she's here." I yell towards the upstairs window. "Charlotte! Friend of yours here." I gesture to the gate. "You'd better come in."From above, a movement at the window, then a clatter down the stairs and Charlotte
Charlotte's Search Chapter 195: Her Enemy's Promise, Part 15, The Legacy
JAMESMichael...He's depressed...What can I do?Change of scene maybe?*****"Charlotte, I was thinking, we're about due for your road-trip."She pauses, half a sausage impaled on a fork midway to her mouth. "Road-trip, Master? What road-trip?""Have you forgotten that you were bequeathed a house? And everything in it. Perhaps it is time to make good your claim?"The half-a-sausage drops back to her plate. "Go back to the farm you mean? The last time I was there, they... they weren't very welcoming."Michael is listening, chewing on toast and marmalade, suddenly looking more animated than he has for days.Thank God..."Things have changed since then, haven't they," he says. "You've spoken with your friend Tom. He knows the truth of what happened. And of course, there's Chad."Still she stares at the sausage and the fried egg congealing by it. "I'm not sure..."I pour myself more coffee. "Even if all you decide to do is sell the house, you'll need to visit
