Mastering the Virgin Box Set Five: A BDSM Ménage Erotic Romance novel Chapter 29

Chad holds her hand. “You don't have to do this for me, Jenny.”

“I want to. I owe it.”

“Jenny, you don't owe me a debt.”

“Not you. Everyone here.”

*****

Richard

I offer my beautiful wife a glass. “I’m sorry, my Love, this isn’t what I hoped for, today of all days.”

“Master, we’re together. Charlotte’s back with Michael and James. That’s all that matters. Everything is fine. More than fine.”

She tilts her glass, tapping it against mine with the softest of chimes, then, watching me from under her lashes, sips Bucks Fizz in celebration of the day.

What did I do to deserve you?

Brushing my lips over hers, “You’re right of course. That’s all that matters.” And as we touch, her pupils enlarge, their black heart almost swallowing the sea-green of the irises. The scent of her assails me.

I breathe close by her, “Do you want to go back to bed?”

“Mmmm…. yes, Master. I do.”

I pull her in tight, controlling her, pressing myself against her as I nibble at an ear lobe, my swelling shaft pressuring my pants. “I’m going to massage you, run my hands all over that naked body of yours.”

Her giggle is quick and lively. “Master, I have to tell you, that’s not your hands I’m feeling.”

“Come on then,” I laugh. My palm flat between her shoulders, I push her towards the bedroom. “And take that bottle with you.”

There is a shudder. It rumbles through the floor, vibrating through the soles of my feet and rattling the bottle musically against the ice in the bucket.

What the fuck was that?

Thunder?

Earthquake?

Here?

Elizabeth is looking wildly from side to side, her fear visible, pupils now pin-pricks.

The shudder repeats.

I tap into the intercom. “Francis? What’s going on?”

Silence….

Fuck…. Of course she’s not there…. Not today….

Snapping open my laptop, I mutter to myself while the machine flickers to life, jabbing at keys to bring up the security cameras, then curse at what I see.

“Elizabeth, go up to the Penthouse, right now.”

“Richard…. Master…. What is it?”

The sheer panic on her face ricochets through me.

“The building is under attack. Do as I say. Go upstairs. Stay close to Charlotte.”

“Can't I stay here with you?”

“No!” Then I calm my tone. “I can't think straight, my Love, if you're here and I'm worrying about you. You'll be as safe with Charlotte as it's possible to be. Her sense of survival is very finely honed.”

Looking unhappy, she nods, turning to the hallway.

“Don’t use the elevator. Use the stairs.”

Even from here, the sheen of her white-faced fear is obvious.

My Love….

I stride across, wrap my arms around her, kiss the top of her head. “It will be alright. You'll see. But do as I say and stay with Charlotte.”

Her fingers are clinging into my shoulders and carefully, I prise her loose.

“Go. Find Charlotte.”

*****

James

Despite my hopes, the situation between Michael and Charlotte has not improved.

The only people who can really hurt you, are those you love the most….

Michael sits on the couch, pretending to watch old movies. Charlotte is reading, but she’s standing up to do it. I sit with my laptop, trying to muster up the will to do some work, but finding myself constantly distracted by the cool looks the other two award each other.

There’s a shudder and a rumble, as though of distant thunder or crashing traffic. We all look up and around.