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?

falling out

No…

She’s his world….

What then?

?

Aaahhh…

Fucking obvious….

His daughter…

he suffering

to hide

who’s not in the mood to

Time to step in…

Reaching around I hold her wrists tugging them, none too gently, behind her back, then in a voice loud enough for James to hear. “Your Master expects you to be on your knees, not crawling

catches. James’ eyes meet mine and

Pupils dilating…

That’s doing it…

“That’s better,” I say, backing off a step

naked, Charlotte,” I say, “before your

hair swinging, hands moving from the flat of her thighs to the hem of her pullover. I beat her to it. Fisting

her head. She’s not wearing a 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 fabric away leaving herself wearing only panties, cut high at the hip in the way that suits her so well, white satin

her 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

for James to hear, “… a good sub doesn’t

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

… thankfully…

his pants

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

tilts his

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, with a

as I hold her close, her face now resting against mine, and my own shaft,

perhaps. I’m

wish.” He puts

this point, James would kneel in front of 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

along the tender crease where thigh meets vulva. A shudder runs through her and I

with a mirror which normally lives hooked on the wall in the hallway. He

“Can you see now?”

now I watch the reflection as

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 head tilting as he does so. It’s the most delicate of touches, the

this time on the other side, then follows through on the fine skin of her inner thigh, tracing a path from cleft to knee and back. Charlotte’s cheek presses against mine

to return with something… several somethings… concealed in his hand, popping some

set of controls. Another he offers up, wordless as he displays it to her; an egg. His voice is conversational.

say, start it low and work upwards

“Sounds good to me.”

eyes, so green, but with huge, dark pupils, are fixed on 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

hold. Waves pass through her body, massaging my sandwiched

which grow more deeply red with every moment. Then, his wrist twisting, he

“Can you tilt her up a little more at the hip.” He reaches for

her, jerking her to a new position, now biting down

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