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?

not falling out of

No…

She’s his world….

What then?

?

Aaahhh…

Fucking obvious….

His daughter…

he suffering from

trying to

in the mood

Time to step in…

back, then in a voice loud enough for

meet mine and his mouth

Pupils dilating…

That’s doing it…

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

be naked, Charlotte,” I

her thighs to the hem of her pullover. I beat her to it. Fisting one hand into her hair, I tug, raising her head, lifting her to

a wrap-around, held in place with a couple of buttons and no more. Slipping them open, she tugs filmy fabric away leaving herself

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 unbalancing

to hear, “… a good sub doesn’t make it difficult for her Master to have what is his. So spread

in silence, but his eyes are black as he

… thankfully…

his pants

heave as she 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

his

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

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

while perhaps. I’m rather comfortable like

you wish.” He puts the tie

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.

A shudder runs through her and I crane to see. James’ gaze flicks to mine for a moment then,

briskly leaving the room, then just as briskly returning with a mirror which normally lives hooked on the

“Can you see now?”

James.” And now I watch the

furrow of her inner thigh, his head tilting as he does so. It’s the most delicate of touches, the very tip of a finger, but her body ripples against mine and she

fine skin of her inner thigh, tracing a path from cleft to knee and back. Charlotte’s cheek presses against mine as she

stands again, this time rummaging through a drawer to return with something…

as he displays it to her; an egg. His

start it low and

“Sounds good to me.”

it hums in his hand. Reaching forward, he traces it over her skin, caressing her cheek with it, then her

hold. Waves pass through her body, massaging my sandwiched cock, sending my blood-pressure through the roof and electricity spiking

sliding the egg over her again, stroking through folds which grow more deeply red with every moment. Then, his wrist twisting, he slips it into her pussy, pressing in, nudging it past the inner-muscle and to her rising howls, pushing it

you tilt her up a little more at the hip.” He reaches for his pocket again, this time extracting a small

I shuffle under her, jerking her to a new position, now biting down on my self-control with her

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