Mastering the Virgin Box Set Five: A BDSM Ménage Erotic Romance novel Chapter 58

Richard

The emergency past, police officers take away the remaining henchmen. White overalled forensics sweep the room. Medics carry out the injured and the unconscious.

James, as slit-eyed and blank-faced as I have ever seen him….

.... He’s fucking furious….

…. watches Klempner get stretchered away then nods acknowledgement to me and Michael before turning his attention to Charlotte.

She’s standing in her shredded rags of clothes and as James swings on her, there is no trace of the bright pleased smile she first gave him….

He’s going to roast her….

…. And she knows it….

A nod to Michael and he stalks to the far end of the room.

“Charlotte! Here. Right now!”

She rolls appealing eyes at Michael who scowls in return, shrugging and muttering something, then jerks his head towards James.

Head low, she slumps across the room, then stands, fingernails biting into her palms

I have known James as a Dom who, for the most part, has been forgiving of the antics of his sub. Even when there was strain between them, it unravelled itself fairly quickly.

There is nothing of that casual dominance about him now. His face apocalyptic, Charlotte is about to get it, both barrels. And I see that Michael, for all that he has apparently tossed Charlotte to her Wolf, is nonetheless watching closely.

White-faced and furious, he towers over her. Speaking through clenched teeth, “What the hell do you think you were playing at there, Charlotte? What does it take to get you to behave in reasonable fashion?”

Elizabeth shivers in my arms. “Master, she….”

“Shhh…. This is between them.”

But nonetheless, I listen in too.

Charlotte, for a change, appears truly submissive. “I’m sorry,” she says quietly, staring at the floor.

“Are you?” hisses James. “What exactly are you sorry for?”

“For what happened outside. I knew you wouldn’t like it, but there was no time…”

He stares down at her, eyes hard. “You say you’re sorry, but would you do it again? Running off like that?”

Even from here I can see her licking dry lips, the movement of her throat as she swallows….

Wondering if he’s going to knock the living daylights out of her….

What would I do? If Elizabeth behaved like that? Even for good cause?

My beautiful Elizabeth, my wife, my sub, trembles in my embrace….

It’s not a meaningful question….

She’s not got it in her to behave like that….

…. and if she had, I could never have married her….

I’m pulled from my reverie by Charlotte’s reply. “Yes, I would do that again. I couldn’t leave Beth in here by herself. And I had to stop them realising that you were here.”

James' eyes soften, losing a little of their slit-eyed savagery. He glances across to Elizabeth, then back at Charlotte. “Beth is not your responsibility….”

“But she is,” insists Charlotte. “She’s my friend. It matters what happens to her. If you’re going to punish me, then get on with it. I’d rather not wait, and I’m sorry for upsetting you, but I’m not sorry for what I did.”

His head tilts back, his gaze heading ceilingward for a few seconds, but the first blast of his rage is ebbing away. When he turns back to her, his voice is milder, although still with an edge.

“I haven’t decided yet if I’m going to punish you. Astonishingly, I’d like to hear what you have to say.”

She looks up to him, meets his eye, then away again, blinking fast. “I didn’t want Beth to get hurt.”

James’ eyes flash to me and Elizabeth. So do Michael’s, before both look away again.

“And what about you?” he asks. “What about you getting hurt? Michael was beside himself when he saw what you were doing…”

Her voice is close to a whisper. “They were going to gang-rape her.”

James holds his hands up helplessly, the rage rising again. “And what about you?” he snaps. “Your solution is to goad them into gang-raping you instead?”

Again, her eyes meet his, but now she holds his gaze. “I’m tougher than Beth. And it doesn’t matter for me the same way.”

What the hell…?

In my arms, Elizabeth stirs. Michael jolts to attention. James looks bewildered. “Doesn’t matter?” he says. “Doesn’t matter? Charlotte, we’re not talking about fun and frolics at the clubs, with Michael and I close by, watching to make sure things don’t get out of hand. It would have been violent assault, and there’s a fighting chance you wouldn’t have survived it. Have you no idea…?” His face is pale, almost bloodless.

She interrupts, her voice snapping. “No idea? Of course, I’ve an idea... You know how I grew up. I know exactly what could have happened.”

He calms but does not look pacified. “Yes, of course you do.…. But, I can’t believe you could be so unthinking.”

“I wasn’t unthinking.…” she insists.

No…. She never is….

So, what the hell is going through her head?

Michael steps forward, holding out a pacifying hand. “James, let me…. Charlotte, tell me exactly what was in your mind when you did…. what you just did. And what do you mean? It doesn’t matter the same way for you?”

It seems to be the right question. She hesitates, choosing her words I think, then, “I was thinking that I didn’t want them to touch Beth. For me, it would be just.… just, one more thing that’s happened. You two, it wouldn’t upset you that there’s been other men…. But it’s not like that for Beth. You’ve seen her friends. They’re all polished nails, expensive hairstyles and gossip. If it got out that something like that had happened to her, she’d be humiliated. And there’s Richard too….”

Michael’s voice is arctic. “Richard? Charlotte, I know you felt you had a debt to him….”

Oh, Christ….

She did it for me….

Not for Elizabeth….