Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

Chapter 40

“Put your things in there. It’s the guest room.” He eyes the holdall she is carrying. “Is that all you have?”

“Yes. Max had them pick up some of my things, but I couldn’t carry much from the hotel.”

“Give me your keys and your address. Tell me what you want. Make a list. I’ll pick it up for you.”

She jots down…

… For the long term…

… Never going back…

… Clothes and personal items, a box she keeps containing bank books, tax records and similar, her client records and diaries, a few precious books. A cookie jar she uses for handy cash.

Frank scans the list. “Sure that’s all?”

“It’s fine. I won’t stay with you longer than I have to.”

*****

“I’ve brought back what I could, Mitch, but I couldn’t find all of it.” Frank dumps a suitcase containing clothes by the bed, then another. Your books are still in the car, but I couldn’t put hands on those records you were talking about. Or the cash.”

Wide-eyed, she chews a lip. “But… but they must be there…”

“Weren’t. I looked high and low. They’re not in there.”

She looks at her feet. “The police must have taken them.” She swipes a hand through her hair. “Never mind. I’ll go to the bank. Draw out some cash.”

“There’s one just down the road. I’ll drive you.”

*****

“What do you mean? I can’t have it? It’s my money. That’s my ID there…” Mitch pushes her driving licence under the counter at the teller.

“I’m sorry madam, but the account is locked. There’s nothing I can do about it.”

“Let me talk to the manager.”

“I’ll see if he’s available, but these matters are handled by headquarters.”

*****

“Any luck?” Frank pushes a mug to her. “It’s peppermint tea. I know you like it. I got some in for you.”

“Thank you.” Subdued, she sips. “No. No luck. All they would say is that my account is frozen.” She raises liquid green eyes. “What am I going to do? I’ve no money…”

He sits by her, lays a hand on her thigh. “You’ll get it back when it goes through the courts, Mitch.”

“Frank, don’t you see? I don’t dare do that. Someone is trying to frame me. Someone has framed me. Someone with police connections. My lawyer’s already been murdered. What kind of people d’you think these are?”

His voice is flippant. “You can earn more money, Mitch.”

He doesn’t believe her…

Not really…

Not deep down…

“How? I can't show my face. Frank, I’ve got to get away from here.” Pressing fingers to her forehead, “Christ, I’m painted into a corner. I’ve no money. I can’t work. If I moved away, I’ve nothing for a down-payment on a new place…”

“Hey, Mitch. Calm down.” He tightens his hold on the thigh. “You’ve got me. Stay as long as you want.”

“Frank, I can’t pay rent or housekeeping or anything…”

He smacks a kiss onto her forehead. “Don’t worry about that. There’s more than one way of paying rent isn’t there?” She turns to meet him full in the face. “And besides…” He waggles a finger at the silver butterfly hanging around her neck. “… You’re still wearing it. So, Larry or no Larry, you must like me, eh?” He slips an arm right around her, curving around spine and ribs to settle on a breast, giving it a squeeze. “What d’you say?”

What choice does she have?

Slumping, eyes brimming, Mitch turns to look the other way. Slowly, and for the first time in her life, feeling like a whore, “Alright, Frank. I’ll stay.”

*****

 

James

Rain lashes sideways onto the windows.

Roll on Spring.

Is this blasted weather never going to end?

But I’m warm and comfortable; naked next to my dozing Jade-Eyes, her body heat percolating to me. And beyond her…

Where’s Michael?

Got up early…?

the lashing of the rain turns to

Sleet?

get up

Much better here…

I hear the hiss

consider the tumble of red hair

How is she now?

Over the shock?

at least

try an experimental stroke over the curve of a shoulder. She sighs

does look much

follow it through along a smooth,

eyes flicker open, green orbs settling on me. The mouth curves up.

“Good morning. Slept well?”

“I did yes.”

of her jaw with a thumbnail. And,

alters as it penetrates what I am actually asking. Then the smile curves up a little more. She palms my hand into hers, pulling it

me and my gut

Georgie…

smile onto my face; keep my

Jade…

her back

Beyond rubies…

shoulders and neck, running into my hair. The sensation skitters over me, popping nerve-endings

would you

my chest. Sweeping away a tide of copper hair, I draw my hand over one lovely breast, thumbing at the rosy nipple;

through her. The breath rattles from her lips, her hips

Her beautiful submission…

“Open your legs.”

never leaving mine, she does so. Spreading herself, feet flat to the blankets, her hips raised in the way she knows I enjoy. Quickly,

naked, her body open as she gives herself to me. My cock throbs a rhythm, but there’s no hurry. In a while, I’ll get inside, but just now, I’m happy to lie beside her, letting my hands do

of first one, then the other breast. Heading south, I brush over creamy-pale skin and

are fluttering

“Look at me, Charlotte.”

as a tropical forest, turn to

find myself entranced by her face. Stroking her one-handedly through the crease of hip and thigh, the softest and most sensitive of skin, my merest touch and movement brings her response. Using a fingernail, I draw a tracery over her skin, watching as her lips part and her eyes begin

“Look at me…”

tide of rose flushing over breast and neck, pinpoints of colour on

finger pads vibrate with the quiver that echoes through her flesh. An impulse tells me

strokes, first over lips, then the delicate skin of her inner thighs, then back again. My fingertips are growing wet, and

her, the firm muscle of her thigh quakes

Soon…

… but not yet…

slippery and tantalising. Curling my palm over her entrance, she’s flowing freely now, and I

her throat. Again,

“Look at me.”

in short spurts, breasts vibrating with her

circling her inside, spiralling within, stretching

and wet heat floods over my palm. I press in. Another finger and another, splaying

body is

“You can’t come yet.”

lips peel back, air

a change

head, I tug her forward until her hips overhang the mattress

is cherry against cream, the puffy flesh glistening. Mouthing at her thighs, I lap away

She convulses: ‘Oh, God….”

not come yet.” Then I pump

face straining

yourself.” Opening her mouth, she

a vee. “Taste of?

and middle fingers in her juices, then offer them back to her mouth. “Taste

a little in thought. “It’s a little acid. Citrussy perhaps, But musky

And that’s what I taste when I drink from your pussy, which is

head drops back to the

soles and as I drop my mouth to

try, Master.” But her

better than try. If you come before I give you permission, I’ll punish

through her again, but she lapses into

far to

into

Let’s see…

enters, his hair wet and a towel slung around his hips. He raises a finger to his lips as, taking a seat, hands folded on his lap,

arousal. Deliberately breathing heavily, I bathe her in my heat. Her weight shifts as, mewling, she strains, her body curving as her pelvis rises. But I pin her, a hand pressed hard inside each thigh, fixing her position as she tries

tongue-tip, I trace a circle around and then over, revelling in the salty piquant taste and the slight resistance of her flesh against mine. She wails, hips jolting, and her rising orgasm trembles through my

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“Master… I can’t…”

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