James

Drifting in comfortable coziness, something penetrates my awareness….

Charlotte’s voice…

No… Charlotte’s groans…

I lie, unmoving, just listening.

It’s not just a groan; almost a gurgle, it’s throaty, deep…. Utterly delicious….

Jeez, what a way to wake…

… Sheer fucking catnip.

Michael’s voice; “That good?”

“Oh, God, yes.”

And my erection rises like a rooster ready to crow the dawn…

Is that why they call them cocks?

Peeling my lids open, Charlotte’s face is close to mine, lips peeled back over her teeth, her eyes squeezed closed in a grimace might be taken for pain…

… but we all know better than that…

Michael is distracted, trying to find something in a side drawer…

Oil? Vibe?

Help things along…

Moving gradually so as not to alert her, slipping down and in, I target her bud. Hot juices spilling over my skin, I rub circles thumb and forefinger over her hooded clit. She yells, bucks and her eyes fly open.

His eyes creasing, Michael says, “You joining us?”

“In a while. Don't let me interrupt you.”

“As if I would.”

were you looking

if you’re going to

a thumb, exposing the small hard

“G’ morning Mast... Aaahhh…”

His gaze fixed on her face for a moment, then

How close is she?

Not far off…

in a little harder, rub a little harder and her head

“Christ, James! Take it easy. You’re making

Is that right?

rub again at the same spot. She sings. He grunts. “Come on, slacken off a bit. I’m

I keep rubbing…

I watch, her wail morphs to a scream and at the same moment, he pulls her

Holy crap…

entwined, both red-faced, heaving and sweating. After a good minute, Michael’s

into her neck. “I believe,” he says, “that your Master would like your mouth around

green gaze opens

“Yes, Charlotte?”

would you

had it about right,

with her mouth

been

Wonder what I missed…?

She sits upright…

tries to

“Um, Michael…”

death-grip around her waist and she rises, licking and

Dry mouth?

long did he keep her

set a fuckin’ alarm next

pour water from the jug by the bedside, pass it to her. She sips at

what,” he says, swinging his legs from the bed.

I have tea, please,” says Charlotte. “I’m a bit

then tugging on a bathrobe,

down to where the sheets are raised in a respectable tent. Eyes dancing, she hooks a finger over the edge of the sheet, pulling it back to where my shaft is making

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