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
James"Master, I don't understand," she says."What don't you understand?""Marcie said you don't go to the clubs anymore, you and Michael."I wondered when this conversation would come up again........ pay attention.... get this right...."Marcie was correct. We don't.""There's... no-one else for you? I thought....""Charlotte, Michael loves you. You know that...."She looks up at me, hope in her eyes.Not yet Jade.... Not yet....".... and I am your Master...." She turns her face away and my gut clenches at the look of.… loss.… about her....".... You have accepted me as your Master, have you not? When we first met, I had paid for your obedience to my wishes, but time and again, you have returned to me, to us."She continues to look away. "Yes, Master. I have."It's what I want to hear; what I have always hoped to hear........ and yet, you look lost....The eyes are windows to the soul....Something gnaws at me........ Guilt…?Reassure her...
JamesShe kneels, looking up at me as she does so. It is her gift to me, and I know it........ and she knows that I know it.And there is just that touch of question in her eye....Inside, I chuckle....Some things don't change...."I'd love to oblige, Charlotte, but I don't think I'd be much use to you right now. I really am all in."She slips a hand on my thigh. "Would you like me to...." But her tone is meek, not pushy....She's learned her lesson on who is Master here........ And yes.... it would be good...."That would be lovely, Charlotte," I say. "Thank you."She eases in between my knees, getting a little closer, but she's not trying to take charge, simply doing what I allow.And she looks so beautiful, still fully clothed, but submissive, obedient. She looks up at me........ Asking permission…?.... then kisses me, through my clothes to where my cock rests, still sleeping.... Quickly, neatly, she unzips, releasing me, but it's easy to see that sh