Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

I’m crossing the floor of the lobby, thinking about the ongoing groundworks of D-site and trying to decide whether to tackle the east or the west side first. I’m not truly paying attention to my surroundings.

“Morning, Kirstie.”

“Good morning Mr Alexanders.”

*Jab elevator panel*

Lay land drains first to the east side?

Enable access via the west?

Or wait for the circular route to connect from the bridge?

Where’s that damn lift?

…

…

Reverse mental gears….

Kirstie…

Too much make-up…

Swollen eyes…

Trying not to be too obvious about it, I turn to take a better look at her. Even from the rear…

… slumping in her seat…

Not like her…

The elevator bings, but I ignore it, strolling back to the desk.

“Kirstie, is everything alright?”

“I'm fine, Mr Alexanders. Thank you for asking.”

She's painted on her business face, but as she speaks, she doesn’t look at me, keeping her eyes turned down. One thing I like about Kirstie is that she looks you in the eye…

Usually…

I take her chin in thumb and forefinger. “I expect you to look at me when I speak, Ms Jamieson...” But I cut myself short. Under the makeup she's caked on, her eyes are puffy.

“I’m sorry, sir. I’m fine.”

“No, you're not. You look terrible. Is it something I can help with?”

“No sir, it's... personal…”

I wait, giving her a silence to fill.

A flush rises up her neck, vanishing under the makeup line before it hits her face. “My sister, Erin is falling out with Ben....”

Not Ben again….

He really doesn't have the hang of people…

Why would that upset Kirstie so much?

“... so I have her crying on my shoulder and Ryan...” She stalls.

“Yes? Ryan…?”

Staring down at her desktop, “Nothing.”

a little longer, but

if she

go home? I'll find a

rather

“As you wish.”

*****

on from downstairs. She's asking if you could spare her a few minutes sometime today? She

Aaahhh…

can come up now if she wants to.

James.” Francis fixes a gimlet

decide if I’m

*****

tap at my door. I left it standing open, but she knocks

“Come in, Kirstie.”

her face down. “Thank you for making the time to see me,

she leaves, I close the door behind her. “Kirstie, we’re friends. And I

she nods, winding her

What now?

fucking good at

Start at the beginning, whatever it

Nope…

Wrong…

myself, instead waving her across to the low

opposite her, pour the coffee, try to make myself busy while she gets her act

Should I call Charlotte?

but Kirstie

You're a Dom, Charlotte's Dom and... and there’s Michael of course. You always seem so happy together. And, well,

As she knows…

slant up

How we met…

threesome at

How it

“Get it?”

you really understand the

see where this might be

Ryan…

up again. I try a gentle

thinks he's completely in charge and

do anything you are unwilling to; that you haven't agreed to. That's not the rules of the game. If something upsets you,

and you know that, but Ryan...

interfere in the relationship between a Dom and his

nods.

he is requiring that

squirming. “It's...” But her

Crucified with embarrassment.

Kirstie? Or are we

running furrows

Ah, fuck….

Weeping women…

Francis?

No…

met, there can't be too many taboos in what we can say

she says, “He gets off on having

for him. He can be as exhibitionist

Parking lots, elevators. Places we could be

taking you too

and her eyes

Shit…

a safe word that can't

that, but he doesn't understand. He thinks… James, you and Charlotte have been together for a while. Was there ever a time, maybe in your early days when…?” Her hand rises to