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…

he suffering

to hide

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

James’ eyes meet mine and

Pupils dilating…

That’s doing it…

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

naked, Charlotte,” I say, “before

of 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 kneel upright. “Take

buttons and no more. Slipping them open, she tugs filmy fabric away leaving herself wearing

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

to hear, “… a good sub doesn’t make

in silence, but his eyes are black as he stands over

… thankfully…

his pants

raising 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 of

tilts his chin,

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

her close, her face now resting against mine, and my own shaft, satisfyingly constrained by

perhaps. I’m rather comfortable

puts the tie to

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 eyes

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

on the wall in the

“Can you see now?”

can, yes. Thank you, James.” And now I watch the reflection as he

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

the mirror, I tighten my grip on 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

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

a couch arm; a set of controls. Another he offers up, wordless as

start it low and work upwards

“Sounds good to me.”

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

my arms at the first touch, arching back, writhing against my hold. Waves pass through her body, massaging my sandwiched cock, sending my blood-pressure through the roof

red with every moment. Then, his wrist twisting, he slips it into her pussy, pressing in, nudging it past the inner-muscle and

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

now biting down on

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