Mastering the Virgin Box Set Five: A BDSM Ménage Erotic Romance novel Chapter 68

After Chad leaves, the lawyer sits, deep in thought for a few minutes, then taking the card, picks up his phone and taps in the number of an acquaintance.

“Hello? Douglas? Yes, Lucan here. I wonder if you can help me out with something. It’s just a quick one. Do you have an Officer Corby on the force there? You do? No, that was all, thanks. I just needed to check. Are you still on for that round of golf on Saturday?”

*****

James

I’m so tired. Passively, I lie in the dark, unable to sleep, haunted by the waking nightmare of something that I can’t quite remember.

Charlotte lies next to me, I think asleep, but as the door clicks open and then closes again, she stirs.

Her voice is sleepy. “Hi.”

Michael’s voice is low, “Hi, how are you? Feeling better now?”

“I’m fine. I just needed some sleep.”

“How is he?”

“Asleep too I think. He seems okay. Certainly on the mend.”

“Good.” There is rustling and then movement as he gets into the bed beside her. Then the small sounds of intimacy, sighs, murmurs, a kiss.

“I'd like to hold you for a while. Is that okay?”

“Of course it is. Michael, I wanted to say thank you and sorry.”

“Sorry? What do you have to be sorry for?”

“For.... I've been so awful, and I couldn't have coped without you. I thought I'd lost him and I ignored you.”

“Hey…. Shhhh. This is my half of the deal remember. It's part of the reason James brought me in. For when he can't be there for you.”

For when he can't be there for you….

Inside, I churn and the memory of something bubbles up….

Determinedly, I lie still, keep my eyes closed and try to give them the privacy they deserve.

*****

It’s driving me mad. Despite the painkillers, there is a constant ache. Even through the mist of drugs, my body is at some level, still aware of the pain. I'm well enough to want to be up and about, but not well enough to actually be up and about.

And I'm bored. I try to read, but the drugs fog my brain and I can't concentrate.

Charlotte brings me a pod loaded with music, podcasts and audio-books, but whatever I choose simply irritates. I’m snappy without meaning to be and I know I’m trying everyone’s patience.

Richard and Beth arrive, bearing more of Ross' endless food offerings.

“Ah, that’s great,” says Charlotte. “Do say thank you to Ross for us.” She dishes up a plate for me. “It's steak and salad Master. Your favourite. And he's made a….” She sniffs. “…. A garlic sauce to go with it.”

But I am getting no exercise, not even to walk to the bathroom because the nurse insists on one of those abominable bedpans. And I'm not hungry.

My voice is weary. “I don’t want it, Charlotte.”

Michael tucks into his. “Come on, James. You love steak, and this is a beauty. Perfectly pink inside.”

Charlotte fusses at my pillows. “Just a little, Master. I'll cut it up for you.”

“I said I'm don't fucking want it!” The words are barely out of my mouth before I would snatch them back if I could.