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

No…

She’s his world….

What then?

?

Aaahhh…

Fucking obvious….

His daughter…

suffering

trying to

not in the mood

Time to step in…

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

catches. James’ eyes meet mine and his

Pupils dilating…

That’s doing it…

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

should be naked, Charlotte,” I say,

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

a bra and her skirt I now realise, is a wrap-around, held in place with a couple of buttons and no more. Slipping them open, she tugs filmy fabric away leaving herself wearing only panties, cut high at the

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 her. Then sitting on the edge of the couch I tug until she collapses, close

“… a good sub doesn’t make it

black as he stands over her, legs akimbo, looking down,

… thankfully…

pants are

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 her arousal, pungent and sharp-sweet swirls up. I

his

deliberate movements, he unknots his tie, then undoes the top button of his shirt. “Michael, would you like

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

I’m

wish.” He 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 flick between her face and her displayed sex,

a fingertip along the tender crease where thigh meets vulva. A shudder runs through her and I crane to see. James’ gaze flicks to mine for a

as briskly returning with a mirror which normally lives hooked on the wall in the hallway. He sets it against the fireplace, gauging by eye, then adjusting

“Can you see now?”

now I watch the reflection as he re-seats himself on

delicate furrow of her inner thigh, his head tilting as he does

skin of her inner

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

of controls. Another he offers up, wordless as he displays it to her; an egg. His voice is conversational. “How much power do you

it low and work upwards

“Sounds good to me.”

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,

Waves pass through her body, massaging

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

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

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