*****

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 of

No…

She’s his world….

What then?

?

Aaahhh…

Fucking obvious….

His daughter…

suffering from

trying to hide

Dom who’s not in the

Time to step in…

wrists tugging them, none too gently, behind her back, then in a voice loud enough for James to hear. “Your Master expects you

James’ eyes meet mine

Pupils dilating…

That’s doing it…

on her shoulder, I press. “Down, madam.” As she drops, James’ gaze follows her. “That’s better,” I say, backing off a step or two, giving him room to move. He circuits her as, head

should be naked, Charlotte,” I say,

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

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

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

loud enough for James to hear, “… a

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

… thankfully…

pants

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.

his

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

body quivers against mine as I hold her close, her face now resting against mine,

a while perhaps. I’m rather comfortable like

He puts

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 between her face and her displayed sex, and occasionally

runs through her and I crane

stands, briskly leaving the room, then just as briskly returning with a mirror which normally lives hooked on the wall

“Can you see now?”

James.” And now I watch the reflection as he re-seats

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

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 cheek presses against mine as she levers back

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

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

it low and work

“Sounds good to me.”

green, but with huge, dark 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 lightest of

through her body,

Then, his wrist twisting, he slips it into her pussy, pressing in, nudging it past the inner-muscle and to her rising howls, pushing

more at the hip.” He reaches for his pocket again, this time extracting a small

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

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