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…?

a complaint, rattling glass and the lashing of

Sleet?

he get up

Much better here…

of the weather, I

of red hair lying next to

How is she now?

Over the shock?

at least

stroke over the curve of

does look much

I follow it through along

on me. The mouth

“Good morning. Slept well?”

“I did yes.”

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

smile curves up a little more. She palms my hand into hers,

through me

Georgie…

onto my face; keep my words soft.

Jade…

her back and smiling

Beyond rubies…

my hair. The sensation skitters over me, popping nerve-endings down to my groin, stiffening

you like,

hand over one lovely breast, thumbing at the rosy

her. The breath rattles from her lips, her hips quivering against my erection. Then she

Her beautiful submission…

“Open your legs.”

Spreading herself, feet flat to the blankets, her hips raised in the way she knows I enjoy. Quickly, I push a pillow under her,

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

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

are fluttering

“Look at me, Charlotte.”

verdant as a tropical forest, turn to

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

“Look at me…”

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

down to stroke over warm labia, my finger pads vibrate with the quiver that echoes through her flesh. An impulse tells me to

again. My fingertips are growing wet, and as I continue, she heats and unfurls. And all the while, I

myself against her, the firm muscle of her thigh quakes against my groin, increasing the pressure, hardening me

Soon…

… but not yet…

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

Again,

“Look at me.”

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

inside, spiralling within, stretching

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

is a-tremble… “Master,

“You can’t come yet.”

back, air whistling through her

a change

away from her 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 the mattress edge, I kneel, slip fingers through her folds to open her, then push

at her thighs, I lap

She convulses: ‘Oh, God….”

may not come yet.” Then I pump her

straining

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

“Taste of? I don’t

fingers in her juices, then offer them back to her mouth. “Taste yourself, then tell me what

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

I taste when I drink from your pussy, which is

head drops back to the

wider. You can rest on my shoulders.” Her weight presses through the soles and as I drop my mouth to her entrance, she shudders. Quickly I speak again. “You may not come. Not until I say

try, Master.” But

come before I

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

far to

her into

Let’s see…

hair wet and a towel slung around his hips. He raises a finger to his lips as,

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

taste and the slight resistance of her flesh against mine. She

may not

“Master… I can’t…”

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