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

No…

She’s his world….

What then?

?

Aaahhh…

Fucking obvious….

His daughter…

he suffering

to

Dom who’s not in the mood to

Time to step in…

back, then in a voice loud enough for James to hear. “Your Master expects you to

catches. James’ eyes meet

Pupils dilating…

That’s doing it…

As she drops, James’ gaze follows her. “That’s better,” I say, backing off a step or two, giving him room to move.

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

swinging, hands moving from the flat of her thighs to the hem of her pullover. I beat her to it. Fisting one hand into her hair,

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

them down. “Off.” As she slips them down, kicking them off I take her by the arms again,

I say, speaking close by her face, but still loud enough for James to hear, “… a good sub doesn’t

as he stands over her, legs akimbo, looking down, every inch the

… thankfully…

his pants

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

tilts his chin,

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

now resting against mine, and

perhaps. I’m rather comfortable like

puts the tie to one

in her pussy. It’s what I’m expecting him to do, but instead, he

vulva. A shudder runs through

returning with a mirror which normally lives hooked on the wall in the hallway. He sets it

“Can you see now?”

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

my arms, I have a perfect view of her splayed pussy, a splash of deep pink against marble skin and copper curls. James traces the delicate furrow of her inner thigh,

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 cheek presses against mine as

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

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

it low

“Sounds good to me.”

until quietly, it hums in his hand. Reaching forward, he traces it over her skin, caressing her

Waves pass through her body, massaging my

over her again, stroking through folds which grow more deeply red with every moment. Then, his wrist twisting, he slips it into her pussy,

little more at the hip.” He reaches for his

shuffle under her, jerking her to a new position, now biting down

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