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?

not falling out of

No…

She’s his world….

What then?

?

Aaahhh…

Fucking obvious….

His daughter…

suffering from

to hide

Dom who’s not in

Time to step in…

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 on your knees, not crawling

James’ eyes meet

Pupils dilating…

That’s doing it…

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

naked, Charlotte,” I say, “before your

nods, her hair 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, I tug, raising her head, lifting her to kneel upright.

the hem, up and over her head. She’s not wearing 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 hip in the way that

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

but still loud enough for James to hear, “… a good

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

… thankfully…

his pants

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 can

tilts his

“Michael, would you like

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

perhaps. I’m rather

wish.” He puts the tie to one

this point, James would kneel 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 close by her, his own knees spread, leaning forward. His eyes flick

thigh meets vulva. A shudder runs through her and I crane to see. James’ gaze flicks to mine for a moment then, “Don’t

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?”

And now I watch the reflection as he

splayed pussy, a splash of deep pink against marble skin and copper curls. James traces the delicate furrow of her inner thigh,

movement, this time on the other side, then follows through on the fine skin of her inner thigh, tracing a path from cleft to

drawer to return with something… several somethings… concealed

as he displays it to her; an egg. His voice is conversational. “How much power do

say, start it low and work upwards from

“Sounds good to me.”

pupils, 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 her lips, the

the first touch, arching back, writhing against my hold. Waves pass through her body,

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

the hip.”

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

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