Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

She has her bath, returning an hour or so later scented of lavender and rose. We drink, but not too much. We eat, sharing Charlotte’s favourite treats; cheese, bread, olives, strawberries and cream. She sits on the rug by the fire, not hitting the food the way she normally does, but nonetheless, she eats.

Then she sits, inert, leaning back against my legs as I stroke her hair.

Over her head, James cocks a brow to me, tilts his head. I nod.

He rises, takes Charlotte’s hand and pulls her upright, then kisses the fingers. “You are going to go downstairs now, undress and wait for us. Michael and I will join you in a few minutes…” She hesitates… “And the next words I expect to hear from you are ‘Yes, Master’.”

She bows her head. “Yes, Master.”

“Good.” I pass her a glass of Rioja… “Now, drink your wine… And I want you to have another glass after that.”

*****

Downstairs, in the basement, James’ ‘playroom’, the demesnes of a Master, she’s waiting for us. As he instructed, she’s naked, kneeling, head lowered and the glass she took down with her, empty.

She’s goosing a little. The heating hasn’t quite dispelled the chill yet, but that won’t matter. With what James has in mind, I’m sure she’ll soon be warm.

And the hearth glows; old logs dropping to embers, new logs flickering new flames. The light shimmers gold and amber. Candles reinforce the honeyed glimmer, sending dancing shadows over wall and arch.

James gestures me towards her and then to a ceiling hook. “Charlotte, stand up.”

She rises, chewing her lip, trembling slightly…

Cold?

… Or nervous?

Stepping close, I wrap arms around her, holding her against myself, giving her the heat of my body. One hand winding into her hair, with the other I caress the smooth skin of her back and shoulders, “Shhh… It’s alright. Calm down.”

“What’s going to happen?”

“Remember your safety words. You may need them.”

he angry? Is

be punished for. But he is very concerned for

“What then?”

How to say this?

going to take you out of yourself, then we’ll both bring you back home.

there’s still a tremor in her

say ‘No.’ Do you want to? No-one is going to

hand, I lace my fingers with hers. “Come on. You’ll be fine. And you’ll feel better

“Are you sure?”

sure. You

“Yes, I do.”

Let him take you the way you need to

as I lead her to where James waits, a flogger

didn’t know him, he might appear severe, frightening even, but as his eyes follow her,

… the pity…

my lips to hers before, loudly enough for her to

“Cuffs will be fine.”

to the

will,” he murmurs, “And she’ll be more herself

what I told

a snug fit to her wrists; a carabiner and a length of rope connect her to the

colour; hands, fingers, face,

around her, I let my hands drift over her upstretched body; her hips, her waist, her breasts. Muscles tremble and quiver. And she smells cool, with no scent of arousal. Drifting fingers between her thighs I test her, then “I’ll

head for the cupboard where I keep a store of massage oils. Passing James,

her again; seducing her, coaxing her arousal. My hands on her waist, my fingers almost encircle her as I work her spine with my thumbs. Then slipping upwards; her ribs, her muscles, her shoulders;

all the while, as I massage her, soothe her, James stands to her fore. My hands on her, she watches him. He moves unhurriedly, deliberately; removing his jacket to hang it neatly over the back of a seat.

I never forget how beautiful you are. Or that you are my wife. Or that I love you.

I caress her. My hands cupping and stroking, my chest pressed to her spine, I

shoes. Barefoot now, stripped to the waist,