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 of love with

No…

She’s his world….

What then?

?

Aaahhh…

Fucking obvious….

His daughter…

he suffering from

trying to

not in the mood to

Time to step in…

then in a voice loud enough for James to hear. “Your Master expects you to be on your knees, not crawling up near his

meet mine

Pupils dilating…

That’s doing it…

As she drops, James’ gaze follows her. “That’s better,” I say,

Charlotte,”

her pullover. I beat her to it. Fisting one hand into her hair, I

a couple of buttons and no more. Slipping them open, she tugs filmy fabric away leaving

hers, I lift 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 unbalancing

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

as he stands

… thankfully…

his pants

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

tilts his

would you like me to restrain her?” He stands with the tie

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

I’m rather

He puts the tie

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

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

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

“Can you see now?”

James.” And now I watch the reflection as he re-seats himself

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

her as he repeats the movement, 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 as

rummaging through a drawer to return with something… several somethings… concealed in his

a set of controls. Another he offers up, wordless as he displays it to

say, start it low and work upwards

“Sounds good to me.”

hand. Reaching forward, he traces it over her skin, caressing her cheek with it,

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

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,

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

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

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