Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

James

I’ve often tested her before; tested her limits, tested how far I can take her before pain-pleasure simply becomes pain. But I’ve never before set out to take her completely to the edge and, perhaps, just a little beyond.

But this time, on this occasion, I want her to travel out from the real world and into that heady space where pain and pleasure merge into sensation and where the mind and body ride the whirlwind together.

Michael has relaxed her. And he’s right. She’s arousing. Her perfume is rising and there’s that sheen to her skin she gets; the flush over her breasts which rises over her pale swan neck to blush her cheeks.

She’s ready…

From behind, I lick at her with the falls; soft and suede-like, the best kind. Supple and elastic, the leather kisses skin and bites at muscle. She mewls, but it’s not in distress. I know her better than that. At the same moment, her pelvis twitches…

How does that feel to you, Green-Eyes?

Is it a kind of penetration…?

… Of the mind…

I don’t want to ramp her up too quickly. I started her hard deliberately, to jolt her. But now I want to warm her up, heating the flesh slowly before I take her to the precipice.

A flick of my wrist and the tails caress her thigh again; enough to register as pain, but not enough to shock. The slap of leather on muscle echoes around the stone walls, the vaulted ceiling. Briefly, I rub at the muscle then repeat on the other leg before looping an arm around her waist, pulling her in close to nuzzle into her neck, nibbling at the soft skin there.

And with her spine pressed against my chest, her accelerating heartbeat pumps through her ribs and mine. I can scent her; her rising aroma. And the tremble, the quivering, rising through her flesh, quivers through mine also...

And now, the tremble is for the right reasons…

No fear…

No regrets…

Releasing her, standing back, I lash again, a little harder this time, at her upper arms and shoulders. Taut, straining against her restraint, she jerks. Her answering cry is louder and I stroke the falls over on the skin, tracing the red mark rising there. Two strokes, three strokes, then I strike once more, lower down. Again, she cries out and I move to her beautiful ass, striking now with force, first at the left side, then the right.

taking my place, rubbing at the welts on

the flogger in my hand, the patterned roughness of the plaited banding of the handle, the slight bees-wax scent of the leather, I measure her by eye, gauging her; her

drooping eyelids, her pupils are huge and black, and the fluttering of muscle and skin overlays the sharp rise and fall of her chest. Her

touches. Then quickly, sharply, I snap across a

Gotcha…

more delicate, more sensitive skin of the inner thigh. Aiming low, I strike her just above the knee, then on the other side, a little higher. And again, working up and

her reply to the stroke is a squeeze-eyed mewling that sets heat flooding my groin and electricity dancing to my cock. Again, I strike, the same spot, harder now. And again. She’s blowing for air; screaming, howling, head

her scream. As the

And again…

And again…

…

…

Eyes glazing, she stills. The

her to me by the waist. A hand between her thighs, I slide fingers between liquid folds and in. She totters; her weight dropping against me. An arm locked around her. supporting her, I finger-fuck her with

head. I nod and he reaches, releasing her wrists. She falls, but both

Then

… Make her mine…

know that she

ram against her inner walls by her cry and the bite of her nails into

You’re alive…

Remember that…

smile dancing at the

… and his…

roll, taking her with me, presenting her rear to Michael,

not sure if she can hear me, where my Jade-Eyes is flying, but close by her face, I speak to her. “You belong to both of us, and both of us are taking you

Behind her, Michael positions himself, his arm and shoulder working as he lubes

cries, but inside, her flesh clutches at mine. I tighten my hold on her further. “It’s alright. Shhh… We’re both here. We both

in behind, his cheek close by hers as his hips wind and twist. She falls silent again. “Charlotte, am I