MichaelReleasing my hold on her mouth, I slide the hand between us, playing with her bud.She's got the sense to keep the noise down but hearing her try to restrain herself just makes me harder."You okay?" she asks between squeaks."Mmmm… Just trying not to rock the van. Don't want that seen from the outside."She bucks under me, her pussy clenching around me and I clap my hand over her mouth again, fucking her as hard as I can without any betraying shaking of the vehicle.She's giggling and coming at the same time....What the fuck's she thinking?"You're not supposed to laugh when I'm fucking you," I whisper, close to her ear. "It makes a man worry about the effect he's having."Jeez…But this is fun........ Wonder when I can find an excuse to do this again....Perhaps James might enjoy it...."You know, there's a lot to be said for tumbling with you all night," I say, "Visiting the clubs, and being able to fuck you for hours on end.... But there's nothing q
JamesCharlotte's expression is.... unbelieving.You had nothing, Jade…… Now you can have it all....I take her hand, kiss her fingers. "Happy?""Happy, Master? Happy's not the right word. Ecstatic would be more like it."He wanted so much to be able to give you this........ But we will both give you the home you deserve....Eventually...."Don't get too carried away," I say. "It won't be fit to live in for some time.""Can we go inside?""Not yet. Half the roof's gone. Most of the joists are rotten, and woodworm has had most of the floors. It really will need to be rebuilt from the ground up...."Michael strolls back, picking thorns out of his shirt."You've made them the offer?"His voice wry, "Yup, and now that there's cash on the table, they want to haggle."People never change...."There's a surprise. I don't think you have much competition though. They won't find too many others willing to take it on."It's going to cost a fortune........ A
MichaelMichael is ready for her.... more than ready.... his shaft is already hard, pulsing, showing a trace of pre-cum at the tip. She holds out her arms to him, inviting him, parting wider as he settles his thighs between hers.He sheathes himself in a single, smooth stroke; a slow thrust that takes him full hilt as he revolves his hips, working her inside, aiming for her g-spot. Charlotte gasps, her fingers clutching at his shoulders as he circles into her. Michael smiles and repeats the movement. Groaning, her head drops back, but she rides with him, rocking to his rhythm, taking him to the full.Michael pounds her, his blond hair slicked dark with sweat, his head dropping to her chest. His muscles, moving smoothly under his skin, are sharply defined as he fucks her harder, riding now for his own climax.It's coming....His teeth gritted, lips peeling back, Michael freezes, quivering....I stand, stripping off my shirt, unbelting........ and with a cry, almost of tri
Frantic muffled squealing comes from the.... package.… which lies twitching on the ground."Shut him up, Bech," a voice hisses, "before he wakes the whole fucking neighbourhood." The tone is cultured but cold and comes from a tall man, with fair but silvering hair. His features sharp and well defined, he would be handsome were it not for the twist of cruelty to his mouth. "I don't think there's anyone around at this time, sir." Nonetheless, a boot swings and with a sickening crunch, contacts what might be the head end of a human figure, tightly wrapped in sacking, bound by heavy chains."Not so hard. I want him conscious. We don't want him to miss the experience, do we? And get another loop around him. We don't want him floating either."The tall man hunkers down beside the whimpering, rag-bound body as Bech and another assistant coil another couple of circles of chain around the body, lifting and moving with ungentle hands."You see, Frank. This is the result when you let d
"Sir, I've found her.""Found her? Found who?""The little bird that flew the nest.""Really? Well done, Bech." The answering smile is unpleasant. "And how is our Jennifer? And where is she? Did she run far?""No, sir. She's here, right under our noses, in the City."The tall figure turns, brows raised. "Is that so? How did you find her?""She's turned up in the police files in connection with the Blessingmoors investigation. The authorities want to interview her.""That could be awkward...." The tall man rubs his chin. "How did they find her? Caught shoplifting again?""I don't think so, sir. I don't have all the facts yet, but I thought you would want to know as soon as possible.""You're right, Bech. Thank you. Good work. Let me know as soon as you have anything else at all.""Yes, sir."*****JAMES"This is the address." I ring the bell, then again, a few seconds later.A scuffle of movement and the door cracks open, a pretty blond girl looking out."W
JamesIt's a bit busy around here, isn't it?" I say. "How about we go out somewhere? A restaurant perhaps? That is, if you've not yet eaten, Charlotte?"She smiles, "No, I've not eaten. And yes, I'd love to go out with you both. It's been so long...."Tell me about it....".... I know it's only been a few weeks, but it feels like forever.""And if we're not interrupting anything important." I point to the open folder. "We did choose Friday night, hoping you would be free?"She shakes her head vigorously. "Oh, no. That's fine. I have until Wednesday to hand the work in.""You're not going out anywhere with the other students?""No, I don't really go out. I'm here to work."Only here to work?Don't you have any friends, Jade-Eyes?Then I think of Marie upstairs....Mmmm....Michael doesn't look any happier.I think we can put a smile on your face, Jade....I take her hand, kiss the fingers. "Good. And later, a hotel room perhaps? We thought you might like to
JamesThis is the three of us, for the first time in weeks, together again. Charlotte stands between us, her expression a little glazed, lips parted. I reel her in tight at the waist, fasten my mouth over hers. She smells sweet and tastes better, a quiver running through her as we kiss.Michael, now behind her, strokes her shoulders, her hair, then pushes her scented tresses to one side. There is the slight clicking of her dress zipper. As he slides it down, the dress falls open and to the floor.Her perfume is more powerful now, partly some expensive fragrance I think, but mainly it's her, the scent of her skin, her arousal. Michael nibbles at her, over the curve of her neck, at the delicate skin behind the ear to the hairline. Her face swings up and back, and she warbles her song as she reaches for him with her mouth.Unusually for her, Charlotte was wearing no bra and now stands only in her panties. I slide down her body, her breasts swinging full and loose by my mouth as I
JamesMichael's testing her. I'm not sure why. She couldn't be readier for him. Or perhaps he's just teasing her. But he probes into her, just a short distance I think. Charlotte's thighs ripple and tense, the line of her muscles gleaming. She's well presented for him, still with the pillow raising her, and I know that in a minute she's going to get the lot.He builds a rhythm, a slow thrusting that gradually hilts him before withdrawing again completely. I entertain myself with her nipples, nipping hard at the rock-hard nubs to make her squawk. Each time she hollers, I see Michael hesitating, hanging on to his control, his eyes occasionally rolling up to mine with a Fine, but fuck off kind of look....Yeah.... Right….... which of course only encourages me. I step up the action, pinching harder, enjoying the jolt to my groin as her squeals grow louder with each pinch....He's pounding her now, spearing in and her squeals are becoming shrieks. He meets my eyes again and I nod
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