JamesAnd as I press her to obedience, I brush my lips past hers once more, soft and warm....Dominate and seduce.…It's what she wants........ Better perhaps then, that Michael's not here.... on this occasion........ Not to forget his words though.... He's been right about her all the way....Standing back once more, I undo cuffs, strip off my shirt and shoes. All the while she watches me, her eyes flicking between my hands and my face.And I find myself thinking of the last time we were alone together like this, the first night we met, when I took her virginity....She was afraid of me then........ but not now....I unbelt and unzip, folding my clothes to lay them on a chair.As I straddle her, her eyes follow me still. She's panting slightly as she looks at my erection then up into my face."Open your mouth," I say, nudging at her lips, and obediently she stretches her jaws, wrapping her lips around the soft skin of my cockhead.Jade, you look amazing li
JamesShe wanders into the lounge, be-gowned, sleepy-eyed and lovely."Good morning, Charlotte. You'll be pleased to know that Michael is on his way."She brightens; nods and smiles, yawning, but doesn't reply. Instead, she ambles across to me, looking over at where I am working in the kitchenette."I could have done that for you, Master.""Thank you, Charlotte, but there's no need. I enjoy cooking. I always did.... What would you like for breakfast.?"She surveys my work area. "Is that pancake batter?""It is, yes.""Pancakes sound good then.""Anything with them?""Um… syrup? Bacon?""Coming up." "Shall I make some coffee?" she asks."Good idea. I like mine strong and black." "Yes, Master. I know that."I smile and wink at her, then pointing, "Orange juice too, I think. You'll find the oranges over there."I rummage through the fridge, searching for the bacon, then notice her expression, pensive, as she tips beans into the grinder. "Something wrong,
MichaelShe pulls free of me, and I feel able to draw breath again. "Not really," she says, "I read about it on the internet… I wanted...."The internet…?.... Really?I thought someone must have been teaching you........ some other man....She looks up, emerald eyes bright in her pale face. ".... I wanted to make it good for you, the way you make it good for me."Oh, Babe....I reach down, cup her face with my palm. "You're succeeding.""I am?""You are."She's massaging the root of my shaft. "What would you like me to do next?"I wink at her. "I'm going to ask you to swallow my pride."She grins, wrapping her lips around me again, and this time, I don't resist the rising rush. Balls riding high and tight, my cock throbbing against her tongue, I let her simply suck and lick me....She has my cock-head fully in her mouth but still is tonguing at me. One hand circling the base of my shaft, the other now massaging my balls, it feels magnificent. Looking down
MichaelIt's chilly up here on the roof garden, but the view is astonishing, with a full circle panorama right across the City as far as the mountains one way, and to the sea the other. Charlotte wants to watch the New Year fireworks and there's not a better viewing spot than this.She leans over the wall looking down.... way down....How high are we? Thirty stories? More?"I wish you wouldn't do that," I say. "It's an awfully long drop. You're not Rapunzel, you know. Letting down your hair isn't going to produce a handsome prince."She grins, "Just watching the world go by...." Then she hooks her arm into mine, leaning into me, her head on my shoulder. "As for princes...."There's a warm glow inside me. I wish this could last and keep lasting. But then, that gnawing ache returns....I'm going to lose you........ to him....I realise that she's not looking out or down anymore, but at me. Although she's trying to hide it, she's watching me from the corner of her eye.
MichaelThere's a knock at my office door. "Boss, there's someone here to see you."I look up from where I am working my way through the book-keeper's notes on the monthly accounts for the Centre. It's a job I detest, but when you run your own business...."Who is it?""That friend of yours, the dark-haired guy; James is it?""Tell him I'm busy."Sandy looks doubtful but turns and walks out. "Okay, Boss."Two minutes later, she's back. "Um, he says that, um, you're not busy and he wants to speak with you.""Sandy, I said, I'm busy. I don't want to speak with him."She gives me a hard look then turns and exits again.I'm being unfair, putting her as piggy-in-the-middle....A minute later, she's back again. "Michael, he says he's going nowhere until he's spoken with you. He says he's insisting. I asked him to leave, but he just took a chair and wouldn't move.""Sandy, aren't you my security officer? That's what I pay you for. Tell him to leave.""You tell him to
JamesRealisation is dawning across Michael's face. I press my point home. "There is no competition here if we don't let there be." Then I pause.... He looks startled. "What's that look for?""Oh.... Charlotte said something similar, about different things mattering to the two of us.""Well, she was spot on, wasn't she? Why did you suddenly become jealous? You've never behaved like that before, in all the years we've known each other. What triggered it?"He looks shame faced. "I see the way she looks at you..."The way she looks at me?"… It's like.... like a kind of awe when she sees you. She doesn't react to me the way she does to you.""Why should she? We're very unalike. Why would she react to us the same way?""What's that supposed to mean?""Michael, I am her Master.""And what does that make me?" The aggression drifts back into his tone. "Where does it leave me?""She said it herself, didn't she.... You're her Lover. And as for how she looks at me, I've see
James"You're very quiet," I say."Am I?""You are.""Well, you're the talker.""Let's us say then that your silence today is louder than usual. What are you thinking about?"Michael heaves a sigh. "What do you think?""Of course, Charlotte. Would you like to be a bit more specific?""You don't think we're treating her like trade goods? Is this ethical what we've been talking about? I'm beginning to feel that we might be treating her as though we're measuring her by the state of her teeth and fetlocks.""Mmmm.... And are you telling me that her 'teeth and fetlocks' aren't at least part of the attraction she has for you?"He looks uncomfortable. "No, of course not. She's beautiful. Who could deny it? But how many beautiful women have we fucked between us over the years?"I don't speak, leaving a silence for him to fill.He looks askance at me....He knows what you're doing........ but continues nonetheless. "Something happened to her you know," he says."W
Michael"So why don't you? What's the problem? You think it might scare her off; trying to give her an expensive present? Too much, too soon?".... Of course it is....But I'm feeling contrary, not wanting him to tell me what I can or can't give her....He scratches his forehead. "Well, yes… partly that.... but also, at Christmas, before you arrived, we had a conversation, she and I.... She's a bit sensitive about what we think of her.""James, I'm sorry, but I'm not following you."He takes a deep breath. "She was upset because I'd paid for her.... services.... in the first place and she was worrying that we think of her as.... a professional...."Oh, crap...."What? Of course, we don't.... Well I don't...." I cock my head at him in question."No, I don't either!" he snaps. "We both know why she did what she did, needing the money for the best possible reason; raising funds for her own education."He's scratching his head again. "I have to say that her mood was....