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.”

longer, but no more

business if she doesn’t

you like to go home? I'll find a

I'd rather be

“As you wish.”

*****

“James, I have Kirstie on from downstairs. She's asking if you could spare her a few minutes sometime today? She sounds

Aaahhh…

can come up now if she wants to. Can you make coffee for two,

course, James.” Francis fixes a gimlet eye on

to decide if I’m the cause of

*****

less than five minutes, there is a timid tap at my door. I left it standing open,

“Come in, Kirstie.”

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

behind her. “Kirstie, we’re friends. And I have

nods, winding her

What now?

at this sort

the beginning, whatever it is.” I gesture

Nope…

Wrong…

waving her across to the low seating by the coffee table,

gulps, then hoots into a handkerchief. I sit opposite her, pour the coffee, try to make myself busy while

Should I call Charlotte?

Kirstie

thing is... 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

As she knows…

slant up

How we met…

threesome at

And you know the rules. How it

“Get it?”

you really understand the Dom/sub

to see where this

Ryan…

up again. I try a

He thinks he's completely in

That's not the rules of the game. If something upsets you, or if you find

Ryan... Could you

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

nods.

what he

But her words dry

Crucified with embarrassment.

discussing everyday life here, Kirstie? Or

tears running

Ah, fuck….

Weeping women…

Francis?

No…

forward, elbows on knees. “Come on Kirstie. Considering how you and I met, there can't be too many taboos in what we can say

“He gets off on having sex

just right for him. He

elevators.

taking you

looks up and her eyes red-rimmed, meet mine. “He

Shit…

safe word that can't be used isn't a

for a while. Was there ever a time, maybe in your early days