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
JamesDespite my hopes, the situation between Michael and Charlotte has not improved. The only people who can really hurt you, are those you love the most....Michael sits on the couch, pretending to watch old movies. Charlotte is reading, but she's standing up to do it. I sit with my laptop, trying to muster up the will to do some work, but finding myself constantly distracted by the cool looks the other two award each other.There's a shudder and a rumble, as though of distant thunder or crashing traffic. We all look up and around."What the hell was that?" I mutter.Trouble?I meet eyes with Michael and as one we stand to look out and down. There's nothing unusual to be seen, but perhaps there shouldn't be. The noise sounded - felt - internal to the building.Charlotte has snapped open her laptop and is busily mousing and clicking....What's she doing?Her face heats as she sees me looking. "Um, the security cameras...." She tenses again.She shouldn't be look
JamesMichael, pallid and sweating, won't meet my eye. I could punch him and smile about it, and he knows it, but this isn't the time. With Charlotte on the penthouse floor of the building, flames taking hold somewhere below, and Michael's instruction to her to remain where she is, it is only a matter of time before she is trapped beyond rescue.Fucking idiot....And because in our headlong rush from the apartment we both left without our phones, we have no way to contact her.As my imagination cries havoc, I battle the terror for her that rises in me, unbidden, unwelcome....Flames…Heat....Burning........ Smoke, choking fumes....Trapped....Jade....Don't panic........ You're no good to her if you panic....We sprint up a flight of stairs, the sound of heated, rushing air growing louder around us, a hot wind rising....But as we climb only the second flight, firefighters, masked and uniformed are descending. Arms outstretched, blocking our path, "Ge