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

No…

She’s his world….

What then?

?

Aaahhh…

Fucking obvious….

His daughter…

suffering

to hide

in the mood to

Time to step in…

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 expects you to be

eyes meet mine

Pupils dilating…

That’s doing it…

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

Charlotte,” I say,

beat her to it. Fisting one hand into her hair, I tug, raising her head, lifting her

realise, is a wrap-around, held in place with a couple of buttons and no more. Slipping them open, she tugs

she slips them down, kicking them off I take her by the arms again, locking

say, speaking close by her face, but still loud enough for James to hear, “… a good sub doesn’t make it difficult for her Master to have what is his.

eyes are black as he stands over her, legs akimbo, looking

… thankfully…

his pants are

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

tilts his

shirt. “Michael, would you like me to restrain her?” He stands with the tie offered, taut,

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

a while perhaps. I’m rather comfortable

you wish.” He puts the tie to one

face 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

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

briskly returning with a mirror which normally lives hooked on the wall in the hallway.

“Can you see now?”

I watch the reflection as he re-seats himself on

cradled-captured in 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, his head tilting as he does so. It’s the most delicate of touches, the very tip of a finger, but her body ripples against mine and she mewls 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

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

he places 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

low and work upwards

“Sounds good to me.”

are fixed 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

touch, arching back, writhing against my hold. Waves pass through

his lips, sliding the egg over her again, stroking through folds which grow 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

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

a new position, now

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