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…?

howls a complaint, rattling glass and the

Sleet?

he get up early for

Much better here…

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

of red hair

How is she now?

Over the shock?

least dealing with

curve

does look

This time I follow it through along a smooth,

settling on me. The mouth curves up. “Good morning,

“Good morning. Slept well?”

“I did yes.”

with a thumbnail. And, how

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 the fingers. “I'll live.” She turns serious, her

stabs through me

Georgie…

I jemmy the smile onto my face; keep my words soft.

Jade…

back and smiling

Beyond rubies…

into my hair. The sensation skitters over me, popping nerve-endings

would 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 would like to feel

teething hard enough to spike a little pain through her. The breath rattles from her lips, her hips quivering against my

Her beautiful submission…

“Open your legs.”

hips raised in the

lovely; naked, her body open as she gives herself to me. My cock throbs a rhythm, but there’s no hurry. In a

the swell of first one, then the other breast. Heading south, I brush over creamy-pale skin and her taut, flat belly to tangle fingertips in the fiery curls at her

are

“Look at me, Charlotte.”

vivid and verdant as a tropical forest, turn to

through the crease of hip and thigh, the softest and most sensitive of skin, my merest touch and movement brings her

“Look at me…”

is flushing; a tide of rose flushing over

that echoes through her flesh. An impulse tells me to probe, to open her, but

the delicate skin of her inner thighs, then back again. My fingertips are growing wet, and as I continue, she heats and unfurls. And all the while, I lock my

muscle of

Soon…

… but not yet…

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

throat. Again,

“Look at me.”

more, she obeys, her breath coming in short spurts, breasts vibrating with her heartbeat, matching my

inside, spiralling

my palm. I press in. Another finger and another, splaying my fingers. Her moans grow urgent, then turn to wails as I press my thumb against

body is a-tremble…

“You can’t come yet.”

peel back, air

for a change of

pillow to support her head, I tug her forward until her hips overhang the mattress edge, I kneel, slip fingers through her folds to open her, then push

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

She convulses: ‘Oh, God….”

come yet.” Then I pump her again with a couple of

face straining

Then I push my hand to her face. “Taste yourself.” Opening her mouth, she

a vee. “Taste of? I don’t

her again, I recoat index and middle fingers in her juices, then offer them back to her

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

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

increases and her head drops back to

shoulders.” Her weight presses through the soles and as I drop my mouth to her entrance, she shudders. Quickly I speak again. “You

Master.” But her voice

you come before I give you permission, I’ll

her again, but she lapses into silence save

to

her into a

Let’s see…

wet and a towel slung around his hips. He raises a finger to his

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 to writhe, I lap at her bud. Still hooded, still protected, and yet her cries grow louder. Thumbing back the fleshy cover, I take a second or

a circle around and then over, revelling in the salty piquant taste and the slight resistance of

You may

“Master… I can’t…”

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