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....
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