Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

Chapter 19

As we finish the meal, I draw the curtains, the short winter day already fading. The flames set light and shadow dancing across the room. They flutter over her hair, gilding the highlights, deepening the lowlights as she sits on the thick rug by the hearth, her legs tucked under her.

“You want to make love,” she whispers. It’s not a question.

“Yes. You?”

“Yes.”

We need no more words.

Her mouth is a sensual curve as she rises. I slip my hand into hers, leading her to the bedroom, and her lips a little parted, she follows.

Her face raises to mine, reaching for me. And it’s not the hooker with her client. It’s Mitch…

My Mitch…

… wanting me…

Our lips brush, then press. She’s warm, her flesh yielding, soft and tasting of the wine. Her fingers tangle into my hair and her mouth opens, the kiss deepening.

The music, soft and evocative spills through from the lounge. I pull her to me, but abruptly she breaks away, kicking off her shoes, and barefoot, she dances. Languidly, beautifully, slowly, she dances for me.

She’s hypnotic, spell-binding; weaving sorcery as I watch, with the music and the swaying of her body…

The dress, its teal-green silk, whispers as she moves. Her long hair is a cloud of red and gold, and her emerald eyes are jewels.

She reaches for me, her long pale arms outstretched, and laughing for sheer joy. “Dance with me?”

Taking her in my arms, one hand at her shoulder, the other nested at the base of her spine, together we sway and glide to the music which trickles around us.

So close, she smells of some perfume she’s wearing. It rises from within the silk like a drug, and like a drugged man, I stoop to lift her and carry her to the bed.

“Do you like it?”

“Like what?”

“The apartment.”

“Yes, you have a lovely home.”

“It's not my home. I bought it for you.”

She stiffens.... “What?”

“It’s not mine. It’s yours. I bought it for you. The deeds are in your name.”

“Put me down.”

“Mitch…”

“Put me down, you bastard.”

Confused, I release her, helping her stand again. She pulls away from me, her eyes slitting. “What the fuck are you playing at?”

“Mitch, it’s a gift. That’s all. I just wanted to give you what you deserve.”

“Don't you try to trap me,” she hisses. “Don't you dare try to trap me. Was that the plan all along? Get the little bird in its golden cage? Make me beholden to you? Own me?” She snatches up her shoes, jamming her feet inside. “You can go to hell!”

“Mitch. I didn't... I want to make you free. Give you choices...”

“Choices, eh?” she snarls. “The main one to be your chattel. Your property…”

“No.”

“Yes!”

“No. Mitch, it’s a gift, no more than that.”

“An apartment? Just a gift? Flowers and chocolates, yes. Even jewellery…” She grabs up behind her neck, fumbling at the clasp of the necklace of emeralds before tugging it away and tossing it onto the bed.

“Yes, just a gift.”

one hip, head tilted back. “All right, so I can just accept all this…” She sweeps an arm around the room and to the door…

Don’t do that. Mitch, I

going now,” she says. “This has gotten thoroughly out of hand. I can’t imagine what you thought you were doing.” She turns, heading for the door.

can’t. I told you. I’ve put it in your name. Like

“Really? You actually did

yours. Legally. A gift. To you. From me. If you did

falls, her throat

the next couple of weeks. I wouldn't be here.” Her eyes shift

save for

you deserve. Without you having to… Without you having to... work.” She slow-blinks, her eyes softening. “You can always go back to your

hardens again.

It's not going anywhere. But this is your

where do you fit into this then? Am I

be. You could if you wanted. I’d be happy with that. But you’d own an extra property. You could rent it out. Live off that. Or

sidelong, listening, but some of the heat is fading from her eyes.

from her. Before my eyes, she’s relaxing. “Come have some more

We’ll talk. But I’m not promising

That’s all I’m

*****

embrace of one of

light spilling a slit over the blankets. “Got those pyjamas here?” she asks. She’s

“I do, yes.”

if we sleep in the

*****

watched. My eyes snap

am I supposed to make of you?” she

“Anything you want, Mitch.”

lips meet mine. “Where were we

I move a hand to clasp the curve of her waist, then to cup a

voice is a honeyed growl. “I thought we'd agreed we would

“Are the two incompatible?”

they are.” Hooking a finger into the waistband

cock rearing up, an obstruction to every movement, I tug the damn things away and she Mmmms, running a fingertip over my length, then

inside herself, but the heat of her bathes me, my shaft basking in the warm dampness close to her sex,

on mine, she slips open the bottom button of the shirt, then the second. Slowly she moves

when I was paying her, when she was just the woman I’d rented for a

Is that all?

Affection… perhaps?

She likes me.

She does like me…

all

Could it be more?

Be patient…

sheen over the full curve of her breasts, a pale contrast to the valley

Aroused?

Yes…

the first that did that

I’m sure of it…

…

…

Take your time…

Take her slowly…

to fill her

What I want…

and

taut

She wants me…

She wants me….

skin of her thighs, working inward. With the other, I draw long, soft strokes inside,

head falls and she

it is the sweetest

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