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
JamesAfter a minute or so, it seems to dawn on Charlotte also, what has happened."Michael?" she says softly.... "Michael?"He makes no move or sound. He's a big man. Not overly tall, just under six feet, but he's broadly built, and every pound of his frame is muscle. There's not an ounce of spare fat on him........ and she's pinned underneath him....What's she going to do…?.... I suppose a gentleman would come to her aid....I keep my laughter silent........ far too much promise of entertainment to interrupt....He's lying right on top of her. Her arms are free to move, but only so far, because Michael's arms are resting to either side, effectively caging her. Her legs, spread at the thighs by his weight between them, again are free to move, but only within limits. She scrabbles with her feet, trying to get some purchase on the blankets. Unco-operatively, they slide under her, so her feet move, but her body doesn't. After a few moments, she relaxes again, puf
JamesCharlotte is going to be by herself for the day while Michael and I mop up the remaining work we must do before we are free for the Summer.Michael left the apartment some while ago. He has work to do today at his leisure centre. I'm about to leave for the Haswell offices for a meeting with one of the contractors..…Find some entertainment for her perhaps…? Before the holiday…?.... Keep her interested........ What to do…?…?…?.... Ah.… yes….... Of course.... She knows him........ Perfect!I pack my briefcase with the files and notes I'm going to need for my meeting, slot in my laptop, then making sure Charlotte's occupied elsewhere, place a folder on my desk.I'm ready to go. Charlotte is settled onto the rug by the fire, coffee in hand and reading. Taking a moment for myself, I watch her....Intent on her reading, her flaming hair spills over a light summery dress, contrasting against her porcelain skin. Lips parted a little to sip her drink, she'
MichaelI return to the apartment to find that James has arranged a surprise dinner and that we have an extra guest: Daniel.Not just about 'dinner' then....Charlotte is doing the cooking, but her mind is on more than just food and her eyes repeatedly wander to the dark, handsome man James brought back.I'd wondered what her cooking would be like when she's left to herself, and it's not bad, although I notice she's picked dishes that are hard to make a mess of. Prawn cocktail is pretty much foolproof, and if you can't produce a decent meal with steak and salad, you might as well give up. Still, it's a good dinner and the four of us chat over the food for an hour or so.Charlotte is noticeably quiet over the meal, a slight flush to her face and her eyes repeatedly wandering to Daniel.James' has brought him back as a 'present' for her…?.... or for himself?Either way, Charlotte is expectant, almost poised.Hardly surprising with the fucking Daniel gave her on Valenti
MichaelFuck her hard?With that thing…James eye-points me, but I'm ahead of him. As he shifts to support her from behind at the shoulders, I move to hold her ankles and support her at the knees and calvesDaniel half turns to me, nodding acknowledgement. "Why thank you, Michael," he says, "I can do this now." Still, with his cock buried in her, he slips a hand inward, between his thighs and hers. He plays for a moment with her curls; bright red and glistening, winding them between his fingers. He pulls and tugs gently at the ruby hair while she shivers and gasps with each tiny tug. Daniel watches first her face, then drops his eyes to where his shaft pins her quivering hips. Looking back at her face he winks at her.… He does like her. I thought so the first time they met....And now he moves on to her clit, first rubbing gently over the sheath before slipping it back to display the tiny shaft, brilliantly red and stiff.Her body straining, she moans at his touch, but
Michael… And James is working on it. He knows all her buttons and loves making her climax as much as I do. Palms now pressing her thighs wide, his tongue ripples through her lips and over her clit, winding and flicking as he goes.He rests his mouth over her bud, jaw muscles working and his eyes rolling up to watch her. Her body straining, spine arched, muscles quivering under tension, Charlotte presses her head hard back against me, against my shaft........ Oh.... fuck....The pressure, her vibration running through me and the heavenly scent of her arousal combine. I almost shoot into my pants, but I bite down on my self-control, wrapping my arms around to lift her a little and take her weight away from my groin. Her shoulders resting against me, I cup a breast with one hand, my palm flat against her stomach.I'm not sure she even notices, as with a wail that starts deep down, she Comes. Her cry has a deep guttural note to it, echoing through her chest, rising and falling
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