MichaelShe is so beautiful. Naked to the waist, her heavy breasts a little pendulous, her skin beginning to gleam, but I want more.Kneeling, I kiss the slight curve of her taut stomach, tracing her silhouette with my fingers from her ribs to her narrow waist and the curve to her hips. Then unbelting her jeans, I slide them down.She's plainly dressed underneath, for comfort, not seduction, in white cotton panties, but as I slip those down also, she smells of warm arousal. I lean in, mouthing at her, where copper curls glisten and hold her scent. And further inwards, lapping her clit with my tongue, she tastes of lemon and lust and love....She staggers, "Michael...." I look up. She seems lost for words, but she wants me. I can see it in her....… Oh, Babe, my Babe…She's unsteady, so I stand, lift her and lay her on the bed, where she lies, looking up at me with that incredible emerald-eyed gaze. One arm curved over her head, her knees raised a little, parted a little,
JamesI take the plans from my briefcase, schedules and contour maps I brought with me, spreading them out on the table. "I have the survey team going in now to assess the geological side of things, the state of the river bed, the stability of the surrounding terrain and so on. Assuming that doesn't throw up any really unpleasant surprises, I should be able to get the initial works started, from the technical side, within a few weeks. However, what I can't handle easily myself, is the admin for the permissions from the City for what's needed. I don't know the local officials and inspectors and it may take some.... um.... encouragement.... to come up with the permissions as quickly as will be needed."Haswell sucks in his cheeks. "And these are permissions for what, exactly?""Well, it's not just a case of building foundations for the bridge or sinking in pilings...." I sketch out on the plans as I go, illustrating my point. "It needs preparatory work to, in effect, canalise the r
JamesLunch eaten, we settle to work, she on a textbook, me on an extended explanation of the permits and certifications I'm going to need from Haswell. It has not escaped me that having his PA, Francis, able to follow the notes will help move things along, so I am at pains to explain things in a manner to suit the non-informed but intelligent reader.After several hours, I'm making headway, but it's slow work, and I want to get it back to Haswell tomorrow.Michael returns, all smiles, and winking at me when her back's turned....He's happy it went well, then....While I work on my laptop, sculpting words and phrases until they say what I want them to. Charlotte and Michael settle with the couch; he stretched out with some thriller novel, she on the rug by his feet, brow furrowed over the text she's working on, occasionally making notes in the margins.I peer across at the title. 'Introduction to Finite Difference and Finite Element Methods for the Numerical Solution of Dif
James"Master?" Her voice is startled, carrying a trace of concern........ Is she getting the message yet…?"Do as you're told. Bend over." I press a hand between her shoulder blades to underline the instruction..... Perhaps….... I am Master here....She obeys but is beginning to look worried; more so as I fasten cuffs around her wrists; not the usual leather and fur with buckle variety I would normally use with her and which, if she were really determined, she could escape, but plain metal handcuffs which snap closed around her wrists and then the bedposts. Without my unlocking them, she is going no-where.I use a spreader bar on her ankles, splaying her wide, well beyond her usual comfort zone."Master...." she begins to protest.Shut it, Madam...."Spread 'em, Charlotte.... Wider...." And I force her ankles further apart with my feet. Were she not bending over the edge of the bed, she would certainly fall. As it is, I have her.She's there for me, quite help
MichaelLaden with bags of takeaway Chinese, I return to the apartment. James and Charlotte are nowhere in sight, but the bedroom door is slightly ajar and from beyond, Charlotte's wails are drifting out....I grin to myself.Sounds like I arrived just in time for the finale....Pushing at the bedroom door with my foot, I look inside, just in time to sees James' hand come down on her butt and her shriek as it connects. Her ass is all but glowing, brilliantly scarlet where he's obviously been at her for some time.And it's not 'bedroom games' I'm seeing. He's setting out to make her hurt, and not in any pleasant way.What the fuck…?This isn't horseplay. It's a Sub getting the full force of her Dom's anger, a punishment, and James is not holding back. Her face is flushed, her cheeks tear-streaked and her cries have a desperate edge. "What the....? James....?"He barely looks at me, but his voice is a warning. "Stay out of it, Michael. Charlotte and I have a little
MichaelHe leans back. "Now, let me ask you a question… Did you enjoy what I did to you then?"She also does not speak immediately. After a long pause, James with a touch of irritation in his voice continues, "Come on, Charlotte. Given the nature of our relationship, it is important that we are plain with each other. Nothing but truth between us will work."She's swallowing hard....Is she going to cry again?But she doesn't. instead, finding her words, "No Master, I did not enjoy it. I wanted to cry.... But.... I think that… I would have enjoyed it, if I had thought we were just having fun, rather than you being annoyed at me."She looks up. "Does that make sense?"James nods slowly. "Yes. It makes perfect sense." He fiddles with his glasses. "You are easy to love, Charlotte....Whoa.... what are you saying to her?".... It is always easy to love what is beautiful. You are any Dominant's dream; a natural Submissive....".... You reckon…?".... and you love to
James"Charlotte...." I call her into the mirrored room.Her voice echoes through from the lounge. "Master?""I would like you to join me and Michael in here."There is a short pause, then she appears at the door, but she doesn't enter the room, instead hovering, blinking hard as she surveys the room, her fingers weaving knots with each other."Come in, Charlotte," I invite, making an effort to keep the smile in my voice.Still, she hesitates, looking down at the bed, where I have cuffs and spreaders laid out on display.Michael holds out a reassuring hand. Seated on the edge of the bed, he offers her a glass of wine. Very hesitantly, she steps forward to accept the glass, but her back to the wall, she stands well away from the bed.Resisting my own instinct to stand up, legs akimbo, arms folded, I sit, looking up at her. "Charlotte, are you frightened of me?"Her eyes widen.She puts the glass down, then wrapping her arms around herself, she stares at the floor. "N
JamesMichael's pupils are wide in those blue eyes of his, and he's wearing the smile he has when he knows he's got a good fuck coming up. Not that it surprises me. He's got a great view of her in that position; cuffed and restrained; head low, the outline of her beautiful figure flaring up from waist to hip and her presented pussy. And he's ready for her, his erection high up against his stomach….... but she's not ready for him yet.Michael cocks a brow at me and I nod him to her ass while I slip my hand in and underneath her. She's moist, but not yet so wet I would like her........ Still catching up from nerves…?.... so, while Michael massages her, over thigh and waist and shoulder, running his hands over her....Perhaps I should learn some massage techniques........ Could I ask him to show me…?.... or would that be weird…?.... I stroke her pussy lips, anticipating the swell and opening.Let her reactions control the pace....Her face close by mine, presse
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