James"Ready?""Mmm, yes.""Thought so. You're very wet." Rotating my hips, I tease at her, pressing close but not entering. She twitches and jumps, her breath catching, and she tries to swing up to take me in, but I back away."No. Remember who is Master here."Her tension trembles through to me but she relaxes, lying back obediently."That's better. You can have a little more now." And I press in a shade further, coming to rest just inside her. Her silken pussy tightens around me, repeatedly constricting then relaxing....Ah.... sheesh....I bite down, swallowing hard to resist the urge to drive in deeply and once more, she tries to arch, to take me in. And once more, I pull away."I want to fuck you brainless, but I'm not going to. We'll take it nice and slowly this time.""Master, please.""No. Do as you're told.".... I'll have your obedience one way or another....She relaxes back once more, but her eyes are wild, her breathing rapid..... How far c
JamesMichael surveys her, his fingers stroking up and inside her thighs........ Deciding whether he's going up her pussy or her ass…?He's looking at her from a good angle. I've seen it often enough myself; her heart-shaped rear, pale and lovely, and her pussy presented to him, now swollen, wet and brilliantly red. His hands sweep over her buttocks........ Should have taken the opportunity to slap her up........ pink that up a bit........ before with a twist of the wrist, he inserts a finger into her pussy. She wriggles and his head tilts, eyes crinkling. He inserts another finger and she moans, shuddering and trying to rise to all fours, but he plants his palm on her back, pressing her down again.Her eyes are squeezed closed...."You want to come, Charlotte?" he asks, leaning at an angle as he pumps her with his hand. I think he's working her g-spot and she whimpers, nodding.His eyes meet mine and we exchange a smile."How do you want to come? With your clit
JamesI glance down at Charlotte, but she simply returns a shrug.Francis checks some code from a note on a corkboard then, tapping at her laptop, "Her phone is showing up as being in Berkeley Street."Richard whirls on Charlotte. "Is that where you and she were shopping?"Sounding worried, "Just around the corner, yes."Wondering if she's done something wrong?Richard's usual unflappable calm is gone. His words terse, "Francis, give the exact location to Ross." She taps something in and hits a 'Send' key. Richard is already back on his mobile. "Ross, did you catch all that? Yes, go and find her."He taps off his phone and stands, pinching the bridge of his nose with thumb and forefinger. He is pallid and sweating."Richard, what's wrong?" I ask.He replies slowly, reluctantly, forcing the words out. "Elizabeth was kidnapped once...."Kidnapped? Beth?.... The Billionaire's wife........ An obvious target....".... Ever since then, I've always kept an eye on m
JamesCharlotte clicks through faces. Will she recognise any of them?.... At the seventh face, she stops, pointing at the screen. "That's one of them. One of the men I saw today."Fuck!Then I realise I have said it aloud.My eyes meet with Richard's and he looks back in sympathy. The implication is obvious.His hand on her shoulder, "Charlotte, I'm sorry. It looks as though they took Elizabeth by mistake. They were after you. They abducted the wrong woman."Behind me, Michael hisses through his teeth. Richard turns to him. "Get her out of here, out of the City...." But Michael is already moving to take Charlotte's hand. "Take her back to your mountain place. No-one's going to fall across that by accident. She should be safe there."Charlotte backs off, snatching her hand away from Michael. "Hang on." Her voice is shrill. "I don't want to hide away. I should be helping here. And Beth's my friend too."Michael meets my eyes, but it's not needed. Stabbing a finger at h
Jenny's beyelids flutter open and she inhales deeply....Whiteness above her, and a sweet scent........ and the sound of chatter and laughter....Her lips are a little sore and frowning as she pulls herself up, she sucks at dry skin.Jennifer sits in a bed made up with clean, sweet-scented linen, topped with a cover made up of knitted squares. She has never seen such a thing. Baffled, she slips out from the sheets, to find she is wearing a long nightgown in a plain white linen which smells faintly of lavender and falls almost to her ankles. And beside her, lying on a wooden chair is a white bathrobe and on the timber plank floor, by a rag rug in bright colours, slippersAround her, a plain pretty room painted in a neutral colour. Beside her, a small set of drawers with a vase of flowers, delicate and wild, and the source of the perfume........ Or are they? The room itself smells sweet.Fresh air blooms through the room from billowing linen curtains. The curtains flut
Brett is pleasant company. He doesn't seem the need to talk much, simply strolling around pointing out various sheds and barns as they go. "That's the roots shed. The potatoes and swedes go in there when we lift them. Over there's the tack room.... Morning, Tom. This here's Jennifer."'Tom' smiles, holding out his hand. "Hi, Jennifer. Nice to meet you.""Tom was one of Mrs Collier's fosters too," says Brett. "But he stayed on after. He does our odd jobs now.""Gotta go," says Tom. "I need to get the roof repairs done on the barn before the rain moves in." He strides away.Brett raises a brow. "He'll usually talk all day. He must be keen.... Anyway, in here, we have the cattle sheds...." He waves Jennifer through a door, then all but falls over her as she stops in her tracks, gawping."Don't worry about old Hero there," drawls Brett. "He's just a big softie."Jennifer gapes at the colossal animal standing amid the straw, placidly munching hay from a rack. "Isn't it very dang
JamesI wake in the deep of the night, and through sleep-befuddled confusion, cannot make sense of the sound I hear.But the noise is persistent and after long seconds it comes to me that my phone is ringing. Propping up on an elbow in the dark, rubbing grit from my eyes, I check the time on the screen as I touch Charlotte's flashing avatar. It's late enough to be early.My brain is still not wired up properly. "Charlotte? It's late to be calling. Is everything alright?"There is a rustling and a clunk, and it's Michael's voice I hear. "James, we were attacked...."Attacked?I sit up with a jolt, scrabbling for the light switch as I keep the phone pressed to my ear."Attacked? Michael, did I hear you right? Who by? How many are there?"".... Not sure how many there are, but they're armed with guns...."Oh, Christ........ and I sent you up there........ Charlotte....".... We've taken out two of them," he continues, "but there's more, so we're taking the trail
Mr Kalkowski"Jennifer, this is Mr Kalkowski. He's the headmaster here.""Hello, Jennifer. It is good to meet you. We do not see many new faces around here." Mr Kalkowski offers his hand and tentatively, she takes it, not knowing quite what is expected of her. He gives a brisk tug downward, then releases it.Mr Kalkowski has been a tall man, but now, stooped with age, shoulders rounded, he leans heavily on a walking stick. To Jennifer's eye, he seems immensely old, face shrinking back to his skull and his hair silver. Nonetheless, his eyes are bright and dark and alive, sparking with intelligence.But she looks nervously at the stick........ He tilts his head at her response, eyes narrowing. Mrs Collier too has seen her reaction and she exchanges a glance with the old man."So, Jennifer, or do you prefer Jenny?" He is smiling and friendly and Jennifer ducks her head, not knowing how to react. This isn't how men behave........ is it?"Um, don't know. Don't mind.""Hm