JamesRocking her back and forth, I murmur....... what? Something. I don't know what. Just whatever falls from my mouth. Nonsense words. Comfort noises. For myself as much as for her. I have no idea what I'm saying. Except that she is here and safe and we are together. She and I and Michael, together, as it should be.For a long minute we rock and embrace together, my own strain easing as much I think, as hers."I like a woman who keeps her promises." It's Michael, his expression unreadable. Charlotte jolts against me, wiping red eyes and streaming nose with the back of her hands. She blinks at him. "Um, sorry. What?"Humour crinkling the corners of his eyes, "You did promise me a hysterical outburst once we were safe."She bursts into laughter. There is a manic edge to it, but at least she's smiling. "So I did. Sorry about that. Just give me a minute, would you both."She beelines the bathroom and after a moment there is the sound of drawers and cupboards opening and cl
JamesCharlotte howls as Michael rams inside her, powering deep. It's like an onslaught as he fucks her with everything he's got, and her raging response drives him on.This isn't the Michael I usually see, that she usually sees. His love-making is normally gentle and considerate, careful of her limits. But now, he's taking her........ and her answering cry of triumph with every hilted thrust he makes, tells him........ and me........ everything he needs to know....She's trying to clutch at him, her fingers clawing into his back, but he takes her at the wrists, stretching her arms above her head, tensioning her body under himself. The tension pulls her waist and belly tighter, her breasts ride higher. And now with his hold on her, he can drive even harder. She's slick and glistening, her hair dark with sweat, plastered across her face. Her lips drawn back in an ecstatic grimace, as she looks first up at him, then across at me, her emerald eyes are feral, almost savag
RichardAs James leaves, Michael hovers, clicking his tongue........ Deciding whether to follow?.... Not a good idea........ You don't interfere between a sub and her Dom....He seems to reach the same conclusion. He pulls at his chin with thumb and forefinger, then turns to me. "Richard.…" His tone is slow, cautious...."What?""I know you think...." Still, he hesitates…"Yes? Come on. Out with it." I sit back in my seat, hands behind my head, giving him my attention. "If it's something awkward, it's better dealt with.""I think that you and James both think of Charlotte as a sub. Intelligent and pretty, but just a sub...."Is that what I think?.... Perhaps....".... and she's not. There's a lot more to her than that. If she can't get what she wants by.… legitimate means, she's perfectly capable of taking matters into her own hands."She's intelligent........ resourceful........ a survivor....Am I discounting her, because she bends the knee to Ja
RichardMichael continues, "We ran. It was freezing. The snow had stopped falling and the clouds had cleared, so the temperature had plummeted. My aim was to get into the woods where we'd be harder to follow. There's a walker's shelter not too far away, up and along the track. I thought if we could get to there, it would buy us time to think....""And for you to get some clothes on?"He nods. "Yeah.... We stuck to the shadows as much as we could, but there was one spot where we had to cross in the open....""And that's where the second gunman caught up with you?""Mmmm, yes. Again, I just went for him. Charlotte had the sense to simply drop so I could swing...." Another swallow. "We were lucky there was no moon to speak of. Once we made it to the tree-line, we could vanish into the shadows and there were places where there was no snow cover to leave footprints.…"".... And perhaps they weren't too happy following you when they saw what you'd done to their friends?"He shr
JamesRefusing discipline....It catches me squarely on the cheek. It's not a hard blow. In truth, I barely feel it....But that's not the point....Unbelieving, for a moment, I'm on hold, as though trying to process reality....Cold fury freezes through me, I grab her by the wrists, yanking her across the floor to the bedroom. "In there, Madam."I'll knock some fucking sense into you........ How dare you....Abruptly, her resistance melts away. She yanks her wrist from my hand. "Alright, I'll go into the bedroom," she says. Chin held high, "I'll take whatever it is you're going to hand out. But it doesn't change anything. It doesn't change what's in my head."On her face is.... what…?Disgust?Resignation?I'm not sure, but something about her wording cuts through my anger.The cellar........ The life you've led…What is going through your head?.... It's hard to imagine....I'm only seeing your life in reflection........ you're the one who lived
RichardJames' expression is bland as he returns to the office.Fresh shirt........ Tie neatly knotted....Hair washed.... and fresh aftershave....Mmmm....I try to keep my tone neutral. "Everything alright?"His tone as bland as mine, "She's fine."Ah, fuck........ How do I ask?Man to man?.... Dom to Dom…?....?The book of etiquette is strangely silent on this one....Try a different tack...."I was talking with Michael while you were.... occupied.... It's the first time I've really had an opportunity to speak with him. He doesn't normally say very much."He arches a brow. "Don't let that throw you. Michael's no-one's fool, and he'll see through a brick wall if you give him long enough. If he starts talking, it's a good idea to start listening."Yes, you trust him completely........ His judgement and his loyalty...."I'm coming to agree with you. He said something about not trying to cage Charlotte. That I should find her some work to do."
They stand, heads drooping, in a line before their headmaster."I have never seen such a display. All three of you are easily old enough to know better than to behave as though you were in some common bar-room brawl."Limping, holding his ribs with one hand, battered but not bowed, Chad says, "I'm sorry, Mr Kalkowski, but I couldn't not help when Jack started picking on Jenny."The old man surveys the penitents, noting that Jack is the only one bearing serious damage. His lower lip is badly swollen and split and one eye is already closing. Chad has a rip in his shirt and another at his knees. Jennifer appears unscathed, but....Jennifer is not looking at him. His eyes follow hers as they slide across to his walking stick.He sucks in his cheeks, choosing his words. "Jennifer, we do not administer corporal punishment here. However, misdemeanours cannot go unpunished. All three of you will receive extra homework and I will expect it to be done on time. "In addition, Chad, yo
JamesCharlotte swallows hard, and again, then, her voice steadier "And this isn't small trouble. They probably don't want to kill her.… me.... otherwise it would just have been a bullet in the head in a parking lot.... It's more likely they want to learn what she.… I.... know and then sell her on.… me on...."You have got to be kidding me....Gaping at the slender girl, so like my own Elizabeth, stating what are simple facts but which all we men have avoided saying, I lose my words.James, Michael and Will are also staring slack-jawed at her performance…"Jeez, Charlotte," says Michael, his grim belligerence vanished. "You sound cold-blooded when you talk like that." Head high, she stares him down. "It's about survival isn't it." She nods towards me. "Richard was right when he said that you're no good to anyone if you panic. Some things have to be done in cold blood."James, towering over her, says in a cool voice, "Like selling yourself to the highest bidder? Done in c
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