Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

Chapter 17

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Michael

James stands, his back to the fire, gazing into space. Charlotte enters dressed, not exactly provocatively but…

She’s touched up her make-up…

Bare feet…

The sweater she wears is warm enough for the weather, but low-cut, with a hint of cleavage. She glances down to me on the couch, then to him. “Master, are you busy with anything right now?”

He smiles, a casual expression. “Not particularly, Charlotte. What’s on your mind?”

She moves closer to him, looking up into his face, then she drops her head, looking down. Her hair, released from the usual ponytail hangs long and loose, swaying to her waist.

Lol!

Pretty transparent intentions…

My cock stirs…

How the fuck does she do that?

I set my book to one side. It wasn’t holding my attention anyway. Fun and frolics with my wife and my friend sounds much more promising. Then I shift my position a little; easing the pressure as my pants grow tight…

But James doesn’t react as I expect. “I’m a little tired, Charlotte.”

She moves close to him, laying her fingers on his chest, stroking downward over his shirt. She stops short of his belt, but her hands linger. “If you’re tired, Master, I could do most of the work. You can just lie back. I’ll…”

He lifts her hands away, kissing the fingers. “Later perhaps.”

Her postures changes. It’s subtle, but it’s there. What looked like submission turns to resignation. “Alright, Master.”

James… not in the mood?

… Not in the mood for Charlotte?

And now I think about it…

When was the last time he started something?

Charlotte rarely initiates sex or love-making with James, although she does with me….

Trying to be a good sub…

Yeah… right…

… Normally she waits for his signal…

Her Dom’s signal…

…. And goes along with whatever he has in mind…

When did he last start something?

I rack my brain…

Days?

Weeks?

I’d not realised…

… but she has…

What’s going on?

?

Charlotte?

he’s not falling out

No…

She’s his world….

What then?

?

Aaahhh…

Fucking obvious….

His daughter…

suffering

to hide

who’s not in the mood to

Time to step in…

hold her wrists tugging them, none too gently, behind her back, then in a voice loud enough for

meet mine and his mouth

Pupils dilating…

That’s doing it…

I say, backing off a step or two, giving him

Charlotte,” I

of her pullover. I beat her to it. Fisting

bra and her skirt I now realise, is a wrap-around, held in place with a couple of buttons and no more. Slipping them open, she tugs filmy

to her feet then reaching around, hook thumbs into the sides of her panties, pulling them down. “Off.” As she slips them down, kicking them off I take her by the arms again, locking them behind her and pull her backwards, deliberately

close by her face, but still loud enough for James to hear, “… a good sub doesn’t make it difficult for her Master to have

watches this in silence, but his eyes are black as he stands over her, legs akimbo, looking down, every inch the

… thankfully…

pants

opens her legs, raising her knees a little, but now I grab her at the back of the thighs, hooking an arm around each leg to spread her open. As I expose her, the scent of her arousal, pungent and

his chin,

his tie, then undoes the top button of his shirt. “Michael, would you like me to restrain her?” He stands with the tie offered, taut,

I hold her close, her face now resting against mine, and my own shaft, satisfyingly constrained by my jeans,

I’m rather comfortable like

He puts the tie to

her and bury his face in her pussy. It’s what I’m expecting him to do, but instead, he pulls up a footstool, sitting close by her, his own knees spread, leaning forward. His eyes flick between her face and

draws a fingertip along the tender crease where thigh meets vulva. A shudder runs through her and I crane to see. James’ gaze flicks to mine for a moment then,

a mirror which normally lives hooked on the wall in the hallway. He sets it against the fireplace, gauging by eye, then adjusting

“Can you see now?”

I watch the

I have a perfect view of her splayed pussy, a splash of deep pink against marble skin and copper curls. James traces the delicate furrow of her inner thigh, his

this time on the other side, then follows through on the fine skin of her inner thigh, tracing a path from cleft

return with something…

as he displays

say, start it low and work

“Sounds good to me.”

him as, one hand holding the egg, he thumbs the controls with the other until quietly, it hums in his hand. Reaching forward, he traces it over her skin, caressing her cheek with it,

my arms at the first touch, arching back, writhing against my hold. Waves pass through her body,

his wrist twisting, he slips it into her pussy, pressing in, nudging it

the hip.” He reaches for his pocket again, this time extracting a

jerking her to a new position, now biting down

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