Masters & Lovers Box Set One

We took some time over the level of the lighting, at first lighting far too many candles. But we have it right now.

The radiance casts across her in a glimmer of amber and gold, lighting her skin to a pale flame, turning her hair and loins to old bronze. Her eyes in this light are very dark, and what colour there is, is all but swallowed by her pupils, huge and black in their setting, a green as dark as the pines which grow on our mountain.

I circle her, her eyes following until, as I am almost behind her, I swish the tails across her belly.

It's barely a touch, a mere caress, and her reaction is disproportionate. Her head tosses back, the air flooding with her perfume. Beyond her, Michael watches closely.

From in front, another flick, harder this time, across her breasts. A kiss of the nipples, intended to sting. She whimpers and trembles, a gleam of moisture appearing between her thighs.

And now, fully behind, where she can't see me, a lash, across her lovely pale ass. Charlotte jolts and moans. Fingers of red rise on the skin.

Her body gleams, the reflected candlelight picking out amber highlights on breast and face and the smooth curve over her stomach. Another lash across her buttocks and she cries out, loudly now, writhing against the ropes....

The liquid tang of her pussy tells me she's ready, but I check, penetrating her with my fingers, testing her. She's open and pulsing, and my hand comes away wet and hot.

"Drenched already," I say, then for good measure, bring the tails across her ass-cheeks again, in a stroke intended to make her scream.

She shrieks and, reversing the flogger in my hand, briefly I display it to her.... showing her what I'm about to do to her.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, I pull her tightly to me in a hard, all but violent kiss. Pushing the flogger handle inside her, I take her at mouth and seething cunt. I don't hold back. Pumping hard, my erection pressed against her, I fuck her with the thing. She shrieks and struggles in my embrace, but I wind the shaft inside her, aiming for her g-spot. She gushes again, her honey flushing over my fingers, making my grip on the handle slippery....

She drops, her weight abruptly on her wrists. "Yellow!" Her voice is muffled against my mouth, but I break away, withdrawing the flogger, then standing back to see if...

Michael regards her with the question in his eye. "Charlotte?

Chest heaving, "I'm fine," she says.

Michael tilts his head, tongue-tip against his upper lip, then exchanges a glance with me, giving a slow blink of permission.

Standing back, once more I flash the whip to the back of her thighs. Charlotte moans and quakes, but she's back on her feet and in control once more. Another lash. Her hips buck, and her head drops back as she howls to the vaulted roof.... Another stroke and another. Each time a little harder as I take her to her limits. Her body jolts and jerks, and I continue, watching Michael as he watches her. The heat in my groin rises, my blood pulsing as she wails and howls under the continuing kiss of my lash. Her breasts and chest and neck are brilliant with the heat of her arousal and sweat beads her forehead.

A stroke between her legs, the burn of pain to her sex, and screaming, she floods. Glistening juices trickle to her knees and the sharp pungence of hot pussy fills the air....

Is she going to come?

From this...?

She goes rigid, save for the trembling. Lips parted, she stares, eyes glazing, simply hanging in her bonds....

Brinking?

Michael straightens. "Charlotte, look at me."

I toss the flogger to one side. She's moaning quietly, almost soundlessly, her eyes looking into some space I cannot see.

"Charlotte, look at me." Michael strides forward, lifting her head up by the hair and staring into her eyes. She gazes back, pupils huge, her breasts vibrating to her heartbeat, flying on the heights of her own arousal. "She's spacing out." A single tug of the knot releases the rope and she drops into Michael's waiting arms. As he lifts her, carrying her to the enormous bed, her voice is dreamy. "I want you inside me."

"I know." He's already shucking off his jeans. Climbing atop her, he settles easily between her thighs to finish the job I started. As he penetrates her, she cries out.

Less than a minute, I'd say.....

Quickly, I undress, releasing my aching member, then sit to watch from the end of the bed as he kisses her, smiling. "You're an idiot. You know that don't you? But I know that you're not going to change." She strokes his cheek, looking up to him. It's clear her climax is imminent and for a brief moment, her eyes pass to mine before, with a shudder and a cry, almost weeping as she clings to Michael, she Comes. He holds her carefully, still moving within her, but slowly. "That's it, Babe. Take it easy."

Then, spilling a sigh, his head drops to her chest, his hips shuddering.

A long breath and he's spent. Rolling to one side, he lies staring up, breathing heavily and I move to take his place.

I'm almost there myself. Deep inside her, her body pulses around me as I take slow, strong strokes, kissing her inside. My climax blooms, welling warm and slow and gradual. There is a long moment.... .... And with a gasp, I spill into my Love....

My Jade-Eyes....

.... My Wife....

Done, I'm feeling spaced-out myself. The moment has that magical feel of unreality....

But it is real....

This is what we have....

This is what I have....

I kiss her softly, on the cheek. "Thank you, Charlotte."

Michael recovers himself first, rolling to Charlotte and gripping her chin in his fingers, examining her closely. "Yes, you're fine." He sits up, and in a much more conversational tone, "Glass of wine?" Great idea....

Of course, my new playroom is a cellar - ideal for storing wine, and I made sure it was well stocked. Michael checks the store cupboard, cocking a brow at me as he sees how much I put in there. Humming as he does so, he inspects a couple of labels, chooses a bottle.

As he pours, he's thoughtful.

Each with a glass, we enjoy the moment as we take a gradual descent to reality.

Michael swishes wine around his mouth, then, "Charlotte. You trip out too easily. And then, you don't use your safe words.... So, there are going to be rules, and the two of you will abide by them...."

He holds my eye.....

This isn't up for discussion....

I wait to hear where this is headed. He continues. "I know you're both into these games, and I'm not going to try to stop that. But, Rule Number One, you will only do this when I am here too. Do I make myself clear? Any problems with that, either of you?"

He's talking to Charlotte, but his eyes lock with mine.

"No," I reply. "It's a perfectly sensible precaution. We only come down here when there are the three of us together."

Michael nods. "Good. A toast, then." He raises his glass. "To family."

"To family."

"To family."

.... Family....

*****

She dances for me.

Kicking off her heels, in her bare feet, she dances.

She wears a dress in teal-green silk, which rustles and whispers as she moves. And her long hair is a cloud of red around her as she sways and shimmies to the music, her green eyes shining.

She reaches for me, hands outstretched, laughing for sheer joy. Taking her in my arms, one palm at her shoulder, the other nested at the base of her spine, we dance smoothly and slowly to the quiet, easy music.

So close to me, I smell that perfume she wears. It rises from within the silk like a drug, and like a drugged man, I stoop to lift her and to carry her to the bed.

"Do you like it?"

"Like what?"

"The apartment."

"Yes, you have a lovely home."

"It's not my home. I bought it for you."

She stiffens....

And I wake, eyes snapping open to the gloom of my cell.

*****

The Story Continues In

Her Lovers' Touch