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.”

wait a little longer, but no

business if she doesn’t want

go home? I'll find a stand-in

sir. I'd rather

“As you wish.”

*****

on from

Aaahhh…

if she wants to.

course, James.” Francis fixes a gimlet

decide if I’m

*****

is a timid tap at my door.

“Come in, Kirstie.”

enters, still with her face down. “Thank you for making the

her. “Kirstie, we’re friends. And I have the feeling this is a ‘James’ moment, not

she nods,

What now?

fucking good at this sort

beginning, whatever it is.” I gesture to the chair opposite

Nope…

Wrong…

correct myself, instead waving her across to the low seating by the coffee table, overlooking the

sits, sniffs and gulps, then hoots into a handkerchief. I sit opposite her, pour the coffee, try to make myself

Should I call Charlotte?

Kirstie starts

You're a Dom, Charlotte's Dom and... and there’s Michael of course. You always seem so happy together. And, well, you've been doing this for

As she knows…

slant up to

How we met…

threesome at

know the rules. How it works. You

“Get it?”

you really understand the Dom/sub

see where

Ryan…

up again. I try a

to this. He... He thinks

not required to do anything you are unwilling to; that you haven't agreed to. That's not the rules of

you know that, but Ryan...

interfere in the relationship between a Dom and his sub? That's quite

nods.

me what he is requiring that

swallows, squirming. “It's...” But her words

Crucified with embarrassment.

we discussing everyday life here, Kirstie?

tears running furrows through what’s left of her

Ah, fuck….

Weeping women…

Francis?

No…

you and I met, there can't be too many taboos in what we

gets off on having sex

clubs are just right for him. He

really in public. Parking lots, elevators. Places we could be

he's taking you too far, you simply

eyes

Shit…

word that can't be

Charlotte have been together for a while. Was there ever a time, maybe in your early days when…?” Her hand rises to her mouth as though cutting her own question short. “Sorry,” she mumbles. “I shouldn’t