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?

out of love

No…

She’s his world….

What then?

?

Aaahhh…

Fucking obvious….

His daughter…

suffering

trying to

Dom who’s not in the mood

Time to step in…

across to stand behind her. 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

catches. James’ eyes meet mine and his mouth

Pupils dilating…

That’s doing it…

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

naked, Charlotte,”

I beat her to it. Fisting

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

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 tug until

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

eyes are black as he stands over her, legs

… thankfully…

his pants are

around each leg to spread her open. As I expose her, the scent of her arousal, pungent and sharp-sweet swirls up. I

his

“Michael, would you like me

mine, and my own shaft,

perhaps. I’m rather comfortable like

you wish.” 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

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

lives hooked on the wall in the hallway. He sets it against

“Can you see now?”

I watch the reflection as

and copper curls. James traces the delicate furrow of her inner thigh, his head tilting as

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

through a drawer to return with something… several somethings… concealed in his hand, popping some into a

one on a couch arm; a set of controls. Another he offers up, wordless as he displays it to her; an egg. His voice is conversational. “How much

low and

“Sounds good to me.”

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

arching back, writhing against my hold. Waves pass through

more deeply red with every moment. Then, his wrist twisting, he slips it into her pussy, pressing in, nudging it past

voice mild, “Can you tilt her up a little more at the hip.”

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

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