MichaelAs we get ready to go out, showered and dressed, I don't get to catch James by himself, and he still won't meet my eye.I'm itching to know what happened. Charlotte is humming. There's a spring in her step and a light in her eyes that wasn't there before....What the fuck has he said to her…?At 'Luigi's' the three of us sit over pasta, salad and red wine. The meal is, as ever, excellent. Charlotte is animated and chatty, James calm."Um.... 'S'cuse me…" she says. As she vanishes to the bathroom, I wait until she is out of earshot, then turn to James."Alright, shoot," I demand, then drop my voice as I realise heads are turning my way. "What happened? What have you said to her? You told her? How you feel about her?""Um.... Not exactly...." "Then, what exactly?""I kissed her."I stall, spluttering for words. "You kissed her?""Yes, I kissed her.""But you must have kissed her a thousand times...."His eyes flick over to the doors to the bathrooms,
MichaelHot, panting, dripping, I have enough forethought not to simply drop my weight on her. Looking up, I see her eyes, green and bright with excitement. James, his dark eyes crinkled at the corners nods me off her in a clear message........ Out of the way....I roll to one side, James moving in to take my place. She gasps as he plunges into her, fucking her hard. With every stroke, she yells. It's a glorious, triumphal sound she makes as he rides her. Then, as he pauses, stills; she strains her head up to watch him as his face drops to her chest. James shuddering into her, she wraps her fingers into his hair and swings her legs up and around him, drawing him into her. She strokes him, murmuring soft words as he climaxes, and when he's done, she holds him quietly, smiling.*****JAMESGlancing around the apartment. "Where's Michael?""He said he had some packing to do Master, and that he'd be back in a while."I grin. "Sounds good, doesn't it? Packing.... for our ho
JamesKris can be a harsh Master. He obeys the rules, but I've seen him with subs and they are not encouraged to safeword.Shrugging, "Yes, intense…" I admit..... Her word.... Her request....".... and.... anyone else?" "Yes, I thought so. I'll tell him he can invite some of the others. Those we know, that behave themselves and keep themselves clean."I have reservations about this. Alright, she asked for it, but........ but does she understand what she's asked for?"I'm not happy about you giving her to Kris."James chews his lip........ Would he simply ignore me if I said 'No'?"You and I will be there to oversee," he says. "And she understands properly now about her safewords. She'll be able to stop things at any time.""Yes, but Kris can be a bit late in his interpretation of safewords.""You and I will be there," he insists. "We won't let it get out of hand.""Alright. Agreed, but one more thing....""Mmmm?""We're on holiday as of tomorrow, and
JamesFrom across the room, I see the situation escalating. Marcie was never one to take a hint. And her so-called 'Dom', Steve, is no better.In under half a minute, it moves from 'Uncomfortable' to DefCon 1.Fighting my way through the crowd, I can't hear the words between the four of them, but the body language says it all.How fucking stupid is it possible to be…?Michael is trying to back away, to escape the obnoxious pair. Charlotte looks seriously worried....Shit!.... She'll never want to come here again if she thinks this is how it goes....As I draw close, Steve, a tall and perhaps to her, intimidating man, is pawing at her, then he tries to pull her away from Michael........ and her reaction is a thing of beauty....Poetry in motion, her arm swings, her fist flies, connects, and a man a head taller than she is, drops like a felled ox under the punch of my Jade Eyes....Finally, the crowd parts for me, and I arrive in time to catch the panting Charlott
Michael"Do you like to be watched, Charlotte?" says Kris. "You may speak."She looks, not exactly nervous, but wary. Of course, she's not had experience before of another Dom than James........ and you're not sure what to expect........ which is of course, what James intended........ get you off-balance...."Watched, Sir?" she replies."Yes, watched." He holds her chin between thumb and forefinger, forces her eyes to his. "Do you enjoy an audience while you are being fucked?"She takes a couple of breaths, then, "Yes, Sir. I do.""Good. Turn around."As she obeys, James and I following her movement to keep her face in view, her eyes widen as she sees the numbers watching........ Well, you caught their attention tonight, Babe. what did you expect…?"You have made quite an impact tonight, Charlotte," says Kris. "I suspect that some of them...." He jerks his head to the windows.... ".... just want to see you fucked. And some want to see a sub punished for step
MichaelIt's awkward for her, working on James. Her body rocks a little to the rhythm of Kris' thrusting to her rear. She can't move much, but she gives it a good try, licking at the delicate skin and swiping around the ridge with her tongue as, thrusting very gently, he caresses her cheek and long red locks.His eyes are soft as he watches her, and difficult though it is in these conditions, she's smiling........ Yeah… she's fine....He looks up at me for a moment, the question in his eyes and I nod. Drooping lids in acknowledgement he returns his attention to where our beautiful girl is mouthing at his trickling shaft.Kris is watching all this. "James," he says. "Would you like to come back here? Allow some of our guests to enjoy the use of your sub?" He pulls out of her, accompanied by a sucking noise. He and James switch position, James bending a little to inspect the weal on her butt before, gripping her at the hips, he penetrates her.I watch to see who Kris inte
MichaelBorje looks more cheerful now. "I know you can colour up better than that, Charlotte." And he slaps her again, harder this time, but still well within what she likes. She yelps, squirming, but the sound has a playful edge. She's enjoying it too."Borje, use the crop," says Kris, passing it back to him.Borje' smile fades. "I've never used one of these things." He takes the crop reluctantly. "I don't want to really hurt her."There's grit in Kris' tone. "So, you can learn....".... Alarm bells begin to ring in my head. I exchange glances with James, who is also frowning.Borje passes the crop over Charlotte, the lip tracing a soft line over the top of her thighs. She shudders, and her perfume rises in a warm cloud."No. Harder," insists Kris.Borje brings the crop down on her again; with more force this time. She gasps, her head stretching upwards, mouth open, panting. I'm seriously alarmed now at the direction this is taking. I step forward, but James reaches ou
JamesWe drive, Charlotte, Michael and me, to leave the City behind in search of the summer, the sea and.... and what?This 'holiday', for which we have the whole summer, will hopefully cement the possibility that our threesome might work as a permanent arrangement. Living continuously with each other for an extended period, we will soon learn if it is a possibility.But Charlotte knows none of this. The agreement has been made between me and Michael: that we try to persuade our jade-eyed beauty that this is something she might want to do; to accept both of us, permanently.She's happy now. I know that. There's a spark in her eyes since I, not exactly told her, but certainly made it clear, that I love her....You're not just a good fuck for me, Jade-Eyes........ It doesn't matter how it happened.... she knows now....As we loaded up the car to travel, there was a spring in her step, albeit doing battle with the stiffness in her butt from the stripes on her ass. She recei
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