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

No…

She’s his world….

What then?

?

Aaahhh…

Fucking obvious….

His daughter…

suffering

trying to

Dom who’s not in

Time to step in…

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

James’ eyes meet mine

Pupils dilating…

That’s doing it…

gaze follows her. “That’s better,” I say, backing

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

bowed, she 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,

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

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

still loud enough for James to hear, “… a good sub doesn’t make it difficult for her Master to

are black as he stands

… thankfully…

pants

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

tilts his

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

resting against mine, and my

I’m rather comfortable like

you wish.” He puts the tie to one

instead, he pulls up a footstool, sitting close by her, his own knees spread, leaning forward. His eyes flick between

crease where thigh meets vulva. A shudder runs through her and I crane to see.

hooked on the wall in the hallway. He sets it against the fireplace, gauging

“Can you see now?”

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

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

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

rummaging through a drawer to return with

he offers up, wordless as he displays it

say, start it low and work upwards from

“Sounds good to me.”

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 touches. Then like an artist with his masterpiece, he strokes the

jolts in my arms at the first touch, arching back, writhing against my hold. Waves pass through her body, massaging my sandwiched cock, sending my blood-pressure through

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 her rising howls,

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

pleasure.” I shuffle under her, jerking her to a new position, now biting down on my self-control

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