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
James"Get back. Get back...." Police push the moronic reporter back to a safe distance.Straining my vision to pick out the detail, way up, I see a doll-sized figure being winched away from the rooftop and into one of the choppers. A minute later, and another follows.Is that them?Is she safe?The clenching in my gut, visceral and nauseous, begs that it be so, but from so far away, I simply cannot be sure it was Beth and my Green-Eyes I have seen. My breathing is short and shallow. Deliberately, I take a couple of deep breaths, filling my lungs, trying to clear my head and the smog around my thinking.The choppers are sweeping away across the City. As I watch them, something else dawns on me. Something missing.Where are they all?It's an office building. There should be people leaning out of windows. Crying for help. Waving arms. Screaming. There is no-oneIn the background, I hear the reporter again.".... In the wake of what is rumoured to be a terrorist att
The church is only small, serving a farming community spread over many miles. It sits in a grassy acre, dotted with wildflowers and fragrant with spring blossoms. And today, with the gathered congregation, it is standing-room only.Flowers, picked from the meadows and tied with bright ribbons, decorate the end of each pew. Everyone is wearing 'Sunday Best' and just outside the door stands a young woman, tall, slender, copper-haired under the brilliant blue skies, and lovely as the May morning of her marriage.Mr Kalkowski, wearing formal suit and a stiff collar that must surely be cutting into his neck, stands close by. And inside she knows is her husband-to-be, Chad.Chad, who was her first friend here.Chad, tall, broad-shouldered and handsome, blue-eyed and golden-haired as the sunshine.Chad, who defended her, then taught her to defend herself.Chad, who asked her to marry him.Chad, who waits inside for her.Natalie, her bridesmaid, fiddles with her train and arran
The day has been marvellous. After sleeping off the reception meal, the farm courtyard has been cleared for partying. Dancer, Charlie and Maggie hang their heads over stable doors, apparently enjoying the music. Anyone who can handle an instrument has been pulled in to perform, all taking turns so that everyone has a chance to enjoy the celebration, the singing and the dancing.Tables and trestles are set up under the cover of barns in case of rain, but the May weather is perfect. A feast is laid out, everything grown or made on the farm, or brought in by wedding guests for all to share. The table groans under succulent roast joints, chicken, deviled eggs, three different kinds of salads, homemade bread from a dozen different well-wishers, cakes and puddings and trifles. On another table is wine, bought in and home-brewed, lemonade, and someone has provided a canteen-sized water-boiler for tea and coffee.No-one will go hungry or thirsty tonight.The big chestnut tree on the corn
JamesShe sits by me, pushing a coffee mug my way."Thanks." Then I take a good look at her....Something's changed........ She's happier....Ah.... Yes....I drink my coffee and wait for her to volunteer what I think.... what I am almost sure.... is coming."Um....""Ah-ha?""I thought I should tell you. I'm not pregnant."As I thought....I take her hand, kiss the fingers. "Good. I'm glad. I know it was worrying you."She nods into her coffee. "I do feel better now."I rub my thumb over the fingers, noticing the roughness of the skin. Charlotte has 'working hands' and I'm conscious that it embarrasses her sometimes.When this is all over, I'll ask Beth to take her to a spa or beauty centre. Get her to pamper herself a bit.I'm less sanguine about her nails. She doesn't normally bite them, but right now, they're chewed to the quick.Nerves?Upset about her fall-out with Michael....?Change the subject........ Happy futures...."Perhaps, one da
James"Wait here. Listen in."He nods unhappily.Charlotte's there, staring out of the window. For several days she would only wear jeans, covering her bruises I think, embarrassed by them. Now, largely healed, she wears a simple skirt and a woollen top against the winter.Although she is physically recovered, her cuts and bruises healed, emotionally the wounds are showing. Her sheer unhappiness gnaws at me.They love each other....They want each other…Yet somehow, they can't speak....Enough already...."Charlotte."She doesn't move, continuing her vigil. "Master?"Dominate...."I expect you to look at me when I address you."Her shoulders shrink in as she turns, seemingly facing me, but not meeting my eye. "Sorry, Master."And I don't speak. I wait.After a few seconds, she looks up, takes in my appearance, and now I don't meet her eye, instead straightening my jacket and shirt sleeves, adjusting my cuffs, before looking up to be sure I have her attent
JamesI'm warming too, the blood beginning to pound in my ears, to pool in my groin. I move a little to see what he's doing, watching as, thumbing back the sheath, he plays her bud. She's whimpering under his touch, her fingers gripping his head where he still suckles at a breast. And as he splays her folds, opens her then penetrates, her whimpering grows to moans.She arches, straining her knees wide, head pressing back against the pillow. His fingers are slick, gleaming now with her thighs, wet and glistening.Watching her as he sits upright, Michael gently finger-fucks her. His movements are slow, barely a thrust, but I think he's stretching his fingers wide inside her. His own colour is rising now, his face flushing as he watches her mounting heat. Flashing me a look, he stands to one side, undressing. Lips parted, a slight gleam of teeth showing, she pants as she looks up at me. Her gaze travels my body; hovering over my erection before returning to my face. Standing at t
JamesAfter some while of quite simply wallowing in the mood, "Want to eat?" I ask."Sure," says Michael. "Charlotte?""Ah-ha," she stretches, arching her spine, wriggling her fingers. "Sounds good.""Fine. You two shower off. I'll go order. Any preferences?"Michael waves a couldn't-give-a-damn hand at me. "Whatever you're having.""Me too."I slip on a robe and go order steak and steamed vegetables for three, then as an afterthought........ We're celebrating........ go for the full works with a spiced chowder starter and a chocolate and bitter orange pudding I saw being served a few nights ago. It looked as you could eat it, but having done so, Satan would be entitled to your soul....Just the thing....Food ordered I head for the shower myself. There's no sound of running water. Instead, the two of them, dripping and naked except for towels are locked in a tight embrace. He rocks her in circles as he holds her close.I step back, not wanting to interrupt th