Richard"So, this phone call to Klempner…" I begin.Charlotte punctuates her words with hands spread. "It could only have been from someone in the police, or someone getting the information from the police. Who else would know? It an unpleasant thought. Will Stanton is my friend of years. "Who indeed?" I mutter.Charlotte continues, "And I heard him giving orders to have this building watched. That's why I didn't want any of you coming out for me, and why I came in the way I did."Michael's face hardens again....He thinks she made the wrong decision?Or his pride is damaged that she took that decision herself…?.... instead of asking for help?What's wrong with the man?He's got a woman in a million....A warrior....And James is her Dom?James interrupts my thoughts before I can ponder the implications of that. "What happened after you and Beth split?" he asks. "We picked up Beth almost immediately, but there was no sign of you."I think the wine is worki
She screws up her face, feeling a little queasy. "Noooo... Let it go. Please."The old man nods. "I agree. When one has captured the beast with line and fly, it seems fairer does it not? The battle between man and beast. Yes, no? But this feels like a kind of betrayal. An abuse of trust." He stoops, releasing the fish back into the water, where with a casual flick of the tail, it resumes its vigil in the current."Think of the story it could tell, Jenny, to its fellows, of its strange trip above the world of water, only to return."She laughs. "Fish don't tell stories.""Everything tells a story, Jennifer." He stands again, slowly, placing his feet carefully as he returns to his seat on the grassy hummock. "You should not dismiss something because it appears ordinary. Instead, ask yourself what it can say to you...."Her brows puckers. ".... I see you do not believe me." He casts around at the pebbled shoreline, then stooping, picks up a stone. "This for example," he says, of
James"You don't? Why not?"She shakes her head, slowly, tears glistening over her lashes once more. "He said he was going to fuck me then punish me. He said I had to accept it."He denied her a safe-word?Oh, Christ....Sitting beside her upturned rear, I apply salve, as gently as I can to her bruised ass, trying not to look at the rainbow of other bruises still fading across the rest of her body. "Tell me what happened."Her face sideways on the pillow, she wipes her face with the back of her hand. "You'd gone. I think you were with Richard and Beth. He said that while it was just the two of us, he wanted to talk. He said that even if we're not married, I was his wife in every way that counted and what I did was unfair to you and him and that he wasn't willing to build his life around someone who behaved like I did.…"For long moments her emerald gaze holds mine, then the tears spill again and her voice chokes. "He threatened to leave me, Master, if I didn't promise to
JamesShe blinks and a little of the tension in her shoulders ebbs. I pursue my point."Charlotte, I can't deny that I bought you in the first place because I saw a beautiful young girl staring out at me from an advertisement and I wanted you. It was that simple. But since then, I have come to know you and I have seen the lengths to which you will go to achieve what you want to, to meet what you see as your duties and obligations. I have absolutely no doubt that any child of yours would be protected, nurtured and loved in every way that matters."She's not looking at me yet, but I have her attention. I continue. "It's a bit of a cliché, but there is the old saying that 'That which does not kill us makes us stronger', and off-hand I'd say you are the best living proof of that I have ever seen. I believe that when the day comes that you choose to have children, the appalling upbringing you had will work for them and for you, because you remember what it was to be treated like that.
RichardSince Charlotte's return, I have seen little of Michael. While she was missing, he clearly wasn't coping well, and now that she is safely back with us, there is frost in the air.James works, and all the time, whilst appearing to read quietly, Charlotte is following him, her eyes constantly flicking between the pages of her text and his face.Why did she accept him....? A Master? She's not the dependent type.She loves him.... That's obvious........ But is that enough?The comfort of the familiar?She grew up being told what to do?She enjoys restrictions on her freedom?And where does Michael fit into that?Her Lover?What does that mean in this situation?.... Her Fiancé....And James is happy with that........ even seems to encourage it?Why?What am I missing?Later, whilst James is showering, and she and I are alone, "Charlotte, may I ask you a personal question?"Her eyes turn on me, green and feral. Her voice is cautious. "You can as
.... and then her opponent comes bullying in, her face a mask of anger. She barrels into Jenny, punching hard as she goes, landing one, two, three blows on the taller girl before Jenny backs up to get her distance, then flings in one punch after another, up and over Monica's defence, then down and under.Monica charges in close, striking hard into already sore ribs. Jenny grunts as she dances back and around, striking out and scoring on the shoulder, then again, this time catching her opponent in the face.Roaring as she surges in again, Monica drips blood from her nose. It trickles down her face, then sprays as Jenny's glove connects. There's fury in her eyes and once more she aims for the bruised ribs. The referee is behind them, his line of sight broken for just a moment, and in that second, Monica punches low, catching Jenny in the gut.The crowd whistles and hoots as she staggers. Pain kicks through her and her breath gusts out. But Jenny knows what real pain feels like, rem
Klempner"Sir, she's back.""Jennifer?""Yes, sir. She's in the Haswell Building. She was sighted at one of the penthouse windows."Klempner's face is sour. "You did tell me, Bech, that we were keeping a close eye on those offices. How does she come to be in there and we didn't see her arrive?""I don't know yet. I'm trying to find out.... Sir, following your instructions, I have been trying to learn who Elizabeth Haswell is, or more accurately, who she was before she married....""And?""Sir, for the wife of such a prominent figure, there is astonishingly little information about her. It's as though she only came into existence a couple of years ago."Klempner's head tilts. "I'm listening.""There is almost nothing in the papers. I had assumed, wrongly as it turns out, that the wedding would have been a high-profile society event. In fact, it was very low key, and I only managed to track any information at all from Central Records, which of course provided the date a
Jenny sits up in bed, Chad perched on the blankets beside her, holding her hand.There's a sharp tap at the door and the kind of short hesitation that suggests the maker of the rap might be allowing a moment's grace before entering.The door swings open and Mrs Collier steps in with a tray. "I've made you chicken soup Jenny. You'll be staying to eat with us of course, Chad?""Thank you, Mrs Collier. I'd like that."She places the tray down on Jenny's lap. Pale creamy soup, fragrant with thyme and sage and.... something else wonderful.... steams gently up. "If you want more, there's plenty more where that came from.""Thank you. It smells lovely."The woman flicks non-existent crumbs from her apron. "I'd like you to know Jenny that, while we will all respect your wishes not to bring the police into this, Jacob is in hospital and whatever happens, he won't be coming back here. We have also put the word out that he is unwelcome here to all the neighbours, but we have not told
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