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 from

to

not in the mood to

Time to step in…

none too gently, behind her back, then in a voice loud enough for James to hear. “Your Master expects you to be on your

breath catches. James’ eyes meet mine

Pupils dilating…

That’s doing it…

“That’s better,” I say, backing off a

should be naked, Charlotte,” I say, “before

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

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

“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 her. Then sitting on the edge of the couch I

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

silence, but his eyes are black as he

… thankfully…

his pants are

a little, but now I grab her at the back of the thighs, hooking an arm around each leg to spread her open.

his

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

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

a while perhaps. I’m

you wish.” He puts the tie

her pussy. It’s what I’m expecting him to do, but instead, he pulls up a footstool, sitting close by her, his

thigh meets vulva. A shudder runs through her and I crane to see. James’ gaze flicks to mine for a moment

briskly leaving the room, then just as briskly returning with a mirror which normally lives hooked on the wall in the hallway. He sets it against the fireplace,

“Can you see now?”

can, yes. Thank you, James.” And now I watch the reflection as he re-seats himself on the

traces the delicate furrow of her inner thigh, his head

of her inner thigh, tracing a path from

this time rummaging through a drawer to return with

up, wordless as he displays it to her; an egg. His voice is conversational. “How much power

start it low and work

“Sounds good to me.”

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 it over her skin, caressing her cheek with it, then her lips, the lightest of touches. Then like an artist with his masterpiece, he strokes the

first touch, arching back, writhing against my hold. Waves pass through her body, massaging my sandwiched cock, sending my

purses his lips, 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

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

shuffle under her, jerking her to a new position, now biting down on my self-control with her weight more firmly over my

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