MichaelI find both Richard and James in the study, the air a little stale after the room being closed up all summer.Richard collates papers, looking cheerful. James grim-faced and melancholy, sits in an armchair by the window, gazing out distractedly."Morning, James. Morning, Richard."James glances at me, gives a curt nod and looks away again."Good morning, Michael. It's a beautiful morning, isn't it," says Richard."I'm hoping so. Can I take it you have good news?""You can, yes. Is Charlotte here?""She's upstairs, asleep. She's done little enough of that over the last couple of days. I wanted to leave her in bed as long as possible and certainly, until I've heard what's coming so I can prepare her.""She'll be fine, Michael, at least so far as any police investigation is concerned." He eye-points me at James.Trouble brewing…?.... As if she needed it....Ross enters, carrying a tray with coffee and juice. "In here, sir?"Just give it to me, Ross. I'll
MichaelCharlotte gapes, stammering.... "But.... I stabbed him. They told me he was dead…""He died, yes, but not of a stab wound. He was chasing you, and it sounds as though you gave him a good run for his money. He followed you halfway across town, over the old river bridge, and died nearly two miles away...."She's bobbing her head as I speak, Michael eyeing her carefully.Replaying events?".... He chased you through the traffic and went under the wheels of a truck, a twenty-wheeler. It dragged him some distance before the driver managed to stop the vehicle."Richly deserved too....… Terrorising children....She gawks at the top item on the sheaf I've given her, but I'm not sure how much she's seeing. I spell it out for her. "By the time they'd pulled out what was left of him, a stab wound inflicted by a fourteen-year-old girl would have been the least of his injuries. Certainly, it didn't show up in the autopsy report. Witnesses at the time reported him, appare
MichaelCharlotte, very subdued, all but silent, is making coffee. "Would you like some, Michael?"Not really...."I'd love some. Thanks."She nods, but the smile I hope for isn't there. As she places cup, saucer and coffee jug on a tray, even across the kitchen, I see her trembling fingers."Is that for James?"She nods, biting her lip, then takes the tray.Quietly, hanging back, I follow her to the lounge where James, unspeaking, has been brooding for the last two days."I brought you coffee, Master."His voice is joyless, flat. "Leave it on the table.""I'm going for a walk, on the beach. Would you like to come with me?""No," he replies, dismissing her with his voice.What the fuck's he playing at?.... This simply isn't necessaryHer footsteps cross the floor and hastily I back away from the door, retreating out of sight.Five minutes later, she passes me in the hall, her eyes swollen. "I'm going for a walk."Mustering as much cheer as I can, "Wa
Michael"And how long have you been there?" asks James.She blushes. "Um, quite a while.... er.... I got back from my walk.... I was coming in, but you were rowing and...."Blinking hard, flushed, James offers her a hand, helping her upright. "You'd better come in."Ah.... fuck...."I'm sorry, Charlotte," I say, "I didn't mean you to hear all that.""I could hardly avoid it," she says. "The sound carried half-way down the beach.""Charlotte, I'm.… I'm sorry," says James, "Michael has given me a lot to think about....".... Finally showing a little grace...."... If you'll excuse me..." And he leaves."Oh, for pity's sake…" And I bring my fist down on the table with a crash.Charlotte recoils...."… Um, sorry, that wasn't aimed at you. It's just frustration," I say."I know."Taking her in my arms, I rock with her. She leans into me, her head against my chest. "When did this all become so complicated?" she says.When did it?"When you fell in love with my
JamesYou… at my feet, weeping and begging forgiveness for not trusting me.….... Michael was right, it's me, not you.Charlotte flinches, but holds her position.Her slit is pink and displayed; open to me. Normally she would be glistening and scented of her arousal, but not now. She's dry.Fuck her dry?I'm not interested. I don't want to fuck her.I want to make her hurt....… Make you scream....Make you pay....Watch you limp for days....I stand over her, looking down. "You're trembling.""Sorry, Master.""You're afraid?""A little, yes, Master.""Of me? Of what I'm going to do?""Yes.""You still want to do this?""If it makes it right between us, yes, I want to do this."We'll see....Casting around, looking for something suitable, I spot my tie. Doubling it over a couple of times, "Open your mouth."She obeys, and I push the tie in. "Between your teeth. I don't want you biting your tongue."I make no attempt to touch her, to restrain
James".... I was unprepared for the.... tumult in me.… when...."I wonder if she'll hesitate, be made nervous by my confession, but she chuckles, a low rumble through her chest that trembles against my face. ".... when I'm not your perfectly obedient little sub?"Laughing, relieved....We understand each other now...."Touché, Madam. Yes, if I'm honest, that's part of it.""It's alright, Master. We're both learning to deal with things....".... Yes, we are....I sit up again, wanting to read her face as much as her words. "So, you were with the family at the farm, but you weren't happy there?"She purses her lips, frowning. "Um, no… That's not really true. Living with them was way, way better than what I'd had before. It's just that I don't think they knew what to make of me. I'm really not sure how they came to have me in the first place. I mean, if the traffickers just wanted me out of the way, how did I end up with a family like that?""They didn't tell you them
JamesI turn, kiss her, slowly, carefully, cupping her cheek in my palm, then rolling back, staring up so I don't have to look at her while I speak.... "We were both playing the game, independently. Lots of fun. Lots of sex. No strings...."Oh, God… This is embarrassing........ It always sounded alright so long as I didn't have to tell anyone....".... Tom-catting.... Several times, I saw him from the viewing galleries, with a different woman every time. Other times, he saw me. We were attracted to similar types, although we.... had different ideas as to what to do with them...."She breaks into a Cheshire Cat grin, twinkling mischief........ Yes, you get it Green-Eyes....I've missed your smile....".... Anyway, there was an evening.… He was with a woman.... He'd had no trouble getting her… I mean, you know what he looks like. They all want to be with him.... But this one wanted a bit more… heat… than he was comfortable delivering.... She still wanted him to fuck her
MichaelJames lying to one side of her, restraining her with long arms, his erection pressed against her, I mount her, settling between wide-spread thighs. My weight holding her now, James releases his grip. And now I take her wrists, pinned over her head. My eyes locked with hers, I probe her; my cockhead pressing at her entrance, the quivering muscle that, as I press in, contracts around my flesh.She's ready. She is so ready. The wet heat of her passage welcomes me as, in a single silken movement, I sheath myself in her.Both of us........ the Three of us....I roll with her, bringing us to lie together on our sides, James behind her. "Lift your thigh," I whisper.She sighs, her eyes half-closing, then blinking at the sound of the bed-side drawer behind her opening. then clicking shut.James squeezes from a tube, his hands moving down behind her, but he murmurs, "You want this, Charlotte? It's alright if you don't.""Yes, I want this. I want both of you, inside me."
JamesMichael takes a moment before speaking, then, ".... All through your life, you've had everything thrust upon you. Even meeting James and me, you chose to enter the auction, but you did that out of necessity. I'd like to know what you want. Now that you are free to choose for yourself, what is it that you want?"And he falls silent, watching her, and waiting as she looks around at everything about us....And I wonder what she sees. With everything that life has thrown at her, the horrors of her childhood, the terrors of her adulthood, and now to be here, in this lovely place, with the home she always yearned for.And is that enough for her?She gestures around, hands trying to encompass it all. "What more could I want? We're all here, at last, together. I have you both. I have what I want."Yes!Result!Michael's eyes shift to mine....Definitely....She sees us, knows what is going on, and leans in to Michael as he kisses her. "I think I'm going to ask you to
Charlotte sits in the office facing Mr Chambers. He's middle-aged and pleasant enough, and clearly doing his best to make her feel at ease. Nonetheless, her embarrassment is excruciating and she can't look him in the face."Can I get you a cup of tea, Miss Conners? Or coffee perhaps?"Her throat tight. "No, thank you."If she tried to drink right now, she would bring it right back up again."Very well. I understand you would like to enter our auction for the sale of...." He picks up a sheet and reads.... 'The services of 'Charlotte' for the period of one week, those services to include anything required of her by her purchaser and also to include the sale of her virginity.' Is that correct?"She squeezes the word out. "Yes."He places the document on the table. "I should explain Miss Conners, that whilst you might find it easier to have a female representative to work with right now, here at the auction house we feel that a girl who cannot go through this interview with a m
RichardAt one of these interminable 'drinks dos' I am expected to attend, I do my best to put on a polite face. But I'm having trouble.I have the mayor on one side, "Since the plans were made public for the new City-Scape layout the share value has soared, Richard...."And my head of corporate law on the other. "There are still some legal obstacles to overcome...." argues Lazenby.I am unsympathetic. "That's what I pay you for."What I pay you a lot for........ So, stop whining and do your job.Listening to the mayor droning on, I nod politely, trying to appear interested but, in fact, my attention is half on the gathering at the other side of the room.As Charlotte and Elizabeth are chatting by the bar. Michael arrives, strolling across the lounge with that easy half-smile that is his habitual expression. Charlotte spots him and moves aside to make room for him."Hi, Michael." Elizabeth's eyes are bright as she looks up at him.He returns the smile. "Hi, Beth. L
Richard"But you've been running 'Life and Fitness' in the City for years.… and turning a healthy profit, surely?""Yes, but you know how it is since two thousand and seven. All the banks have tightened up the rules."Bloody bastards at the banks....Pretty perfect for me though....How to approach this…??James said he has a problem accepting help........ Carefully...."Ummm.…Take this the right way, but I'd be happy to help."Glass in hand, Michael freezes, knuckles. His voice is barely polite. "Thanks, Richard, but I'm not a charity."James' meets my eyes again with a 'Told you' look. He laughs softly. "Now, who's suffering from stiff-necked pride?" Michael gives him a look that should have dissolved him on the spot, but James simply gives him a mild look, sucking at his teeth as he tries to extract a bit of peanut.I follow Michael's lead, keeping my own tone cool. "It wasn't a charitable offer, Michael. I'm a businessman. It was a proposal."He flush
JamesAs we leave, Richard murmurs, "Keep your face straight.""You might have warned me....""What? That you were my ace-in-a-hole?" Despite his advice, Richard's mouth is twitching. "Not a chance. It worked out so much better that you were surprised when he finally realised who you are."I glance over my shoulder to see that we are safely out of range, then stop and turn to face him. "Richard, who am I? I'm an architect. A good architect granted, but...."He lays a hand on my shoulder. "You, my friend, are the architect who will have changed the face of the City. Not many can make that claim. Your immortality is going to be standing as evidence around us for generations to come."It's an interesting thought."I never expected to be famous."He rocks a hand back and forth. "Perhaps not with the Common Man, but I looked through those Get-Well cards at the hospital. Did you?""Er, no.""You should. I asked Michael to keep them for when you left the hospital; for when
JamesMy mobile rings: Richard."James, I was having a word with Charlotte earlier. She's a little upset that the university is kicking up a fuss over the way her course options are moving around. The training periods, academic time and so on. It was all supposed to be arranged, but apparently, they're giving her a hard time over it.""Yes, I thought something like this might crop up. Did you have something in mind?""Absolutely. I know where this is coming from. The Chancellor, Wilmore, is fine, but the Bursar is an interfering busybody with an inflated sense of self-worth, who pokes his nose into every aspect of university life, whether it belongs there or not. If he didn't have tenure he'd have been out years ago.""So…?""First, I like you to have a word with Charlotte...."*****The crook of my thumb and forefinger under her chin, I force her face to mine, "Charlotte, is it that you want to attend the university? Or that, in a couple of years' time, you simply want
James"So how did it go?"Michael prises the cap off a beer bottle on the edge of the table then gulps down from the neck before wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. "It was.... surreal."I'm up and about and able to walk now, at the level of using the bathroom without the intervention of a nurse. Nonetheless, Michael's return is an excuse for me to climb back into bed, take the weight from my aching leg and draw a surreptitious sigh, which he pretends not to notice.And I'm happy enough to be here. Back in the beach house, the environment is soothing and convinces me to sleep more than I could have done in the renovation/building site which is our mountain home, even were we able to return there.I prop myself up against the pillows and Michael reaches around, rearranging them for me. When I'm settled comfortably, "Go on. I'm listening.""Cutting a long story short, Klempner admitted to murdering Charlotte's father, seemed to have some kind of crisis over her looking
KlempnerJennifer's face....The loathing there when he says that....The idea that she might be anything to do with me........You're Conners' daughter........ Not mine…Blondie's still speaking… "And your final revenge on her was to steal the child, to force her to grow up into slavery herself.... To fit your idea of...."I claimed you........ Mine........ My due........ My redress....Blondie is still talking.... "And when you found she'd grown up to look like her mother, you became obsessed with it again, determined to have the daughter forced into a life that the mother had already told you repelled her...."And I remember the disgust in her eyes....My beautiful Mitch........ Looking at me like shit on a shoe...."Is she alive? Charlotte's mother?" Blondie asks.I can't stomach looking at him. "I've no idea. The police gave her a new identity, hid her from me. I couldn't find her, and I've not seen her for over twenty years. But if she's not s
KlempnerHer face twists...."You still don't want to believe me? She was very good at her job. Good enough that, at first, we didn't realise she was a professional. We thought she was just being.... friendly. And I'll admit, when I set eyes on her, I thought she was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen...."..... Mitch's daughter....Blondie's knuckles on her shoulder whiten. ".... So did Frank. We took a room for the night and.... well, you know the script from there. You've had two guys together often enough I'm sure...."Her face sets. "So, what then?""She was fun to be with. Not just a good fuck, but actually good company. We both liked her. And she seemed to like us.... Really like us I mean, rather than just pretend to because that's part of the job description. In the morning, we took her number, and later, we called her back. It went from there. We'd meet up with her a couple of nights a week. It became regular. And then.…"Blondie breaks in, his voice low. "A