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…?

and the lashing of the rain turns to

Sleet?

he get

Much better here…

blather of the weather, I hear the hiss of the shower in the

the tumble of red hair

How is she now?

Over the shock?

least

stroke over the curve

look

follow it through along

flicker open, green orbs settling on me. The mouth

“Good morning. Slept well?”

“I did yes.”

line of her jaw with a thumbnail. And, how are you?

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

stabs through me and my

Georgie…

onto my face; keep my words soft. “I'll

Jade…

back

Beyond rubies…

hair. The sensation skitters over me,

you like,

copper hair, I draw my hand over one lovely breast, thumbing at the rosy nipple; perking it up as she sighs beside me. “I

my mouth, nibbling and teething hard enough to spike a little pain through her. The breath rattles from her lips, her hips quivering against my erection. Then she bows her spine, reaching back, winding fingers around the bars of the headboard

Her beautiful submission…

“Open your legs.”

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

me. My cock throbs a rhythm, but there’s no hurry. In a while, I’ll get inside, but

the other breast. Heading south, I brush over creamy-pale skin and her taut, flat belly to tangle fingertips

eyes are

“Look at me, Charlotte.”

verdant as a tropical

of skin, my merest touch and movement brings her response. Using a fingernail, I draw a tracery over her skin, watching as her

“Look at me…”

snap open once more, but her milky skin is flushing; a tide of rose flushing over breast and neck,

vibrate with the quiver that echoes through her flesh. An impulse tells me to probe, to open her, but I resist it, waiting for the

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

against her, the firm muscle of her thigh quakes

Soon…

… but not yet…

over my hand, slippery and tantalising. Curling my palm over her entrance,

escapes her throat. Again, her eyes begin

“Look at me.”

breath coming in short spurts, breasts vibrating with her heartbeat, matching my own

her inside, spiralling within, stretching

lush tang of her arousal billows and wet heat floods over my palm. I press in. Another finger and another, splaying

whole body is a-tremble…

“You can’t come yet.”

lips peel back, air

a change

and off the bed, I peel her hands free of the bars, swing her around. Shifting the pillow to support her head, I tug her forward until her hips overhang

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

She convulses: ‘Oh, God….”

yourself. You may not come yet.” Then I pump her again with a couple

face straining forward,

I push my hand to her face. “Taste yourself.” Opening her mouth, she sucks at the fingers. “Now tell me what

brow makes a vee. “Taste of?

in her juices, then offer

little in thought. “It’s a little acid.

taste when I drink from your pussy, which is

her head drops back

presses through the soles and as I drop my mouth to

try, Master.” But her

If you come before I give

runs through her again, but she lapses into silence save for the sound

to take

her into a

Let’s see…

bathroom, Michael silently 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

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 to writhe, I lap at her bud. Still hooded, still protected, and yet her cries

over, revelling in the salty piquant taste and the slight resistance of her flesh against mine. She wails, hips jolting, and her

You may not

“Master… I can’t…”

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