Mastering the Virgin Box Set Five: A BDSM Ménage Erotic Romance novel Chapter 69

Five Years Ago - Chad

“I couldn’t find her Mr Kalkowski. I tried, but she’d moved from that address and her lawyer would only promise to pass a message on.”

Chad’s voice is tight. His old teacher lies in a hospital bed. His face is grey, his breathing shallow. Veins trail blue and winding paths through brown-spotted hands….

…. and yet the old man is smiling. “Don’t worry Chad. She’ll surface again, in her own time.” For a moment his breath flutters, but then, “I would have liked to see her again. To know that she received my letter.”

The letter sits inside Chad’s pocket and stays there.

And Chad doesn’t like the sunken eyes, still dark and alert, but housed in a face that is so old….

…. So old….

“When you’re back home, I’ll come round to visit and we can talk about how to find her….”

His teacher’s eyes slip across. “Chad,” he says gently. “We both know that I will not be going home again.”

The young man bites his lip. He has never lost a friend before, someone close, not like this.

Mr Kalkowski, astonishingly, lifts his hand to pat Chad’s. The hand trembles with the effort, but it lies warm and comforting as Chad bites back tears. “Don’t be sad, my boy. This time comes to all of us. I have had a good life and a long one. I am ready to go.”

“Mr Kalkowski….”

The old man interrupts him. “If you look in the top drawer of this locker by the bed, you will find an envelope. I would like you to deliver it to Jenny’s lawyers for me when you return to the City.”

“Yes, of course I will.” He finds the letter, written as always in a neat, careful hand, tucking into his pocket, to sit with the one already there.

“I think I should say goodbye now, Chad. I am very tired, and I need to sleep. You will be returning to the City now?”

“Yes, I’ve decided I’m leaving. It’s so different there. Anyone can be anything and…. And I think that’s where I want to be. I only came back here really to pick up my things and to say goodbye to everyone.”

“I’m sure you will have a good life, my boy. And when you do find Jenny, give her my love.”

“I’ll do that…. Mr Kalkowski?”

The old man’s voice is growing weak. “Yes, Chad?”

“May I stay with you? Now? Just for a while?”

The old man’s hand is still on his, but now Chad curls warm fingers around it. “Thank you, Chad. Yes, I would like that.”

Neither of them speaks any more.

After a while, a nurse bustles in, halting as she sees the boy’s tear-streaked face. “Oh, he’s gone, has he? That’s a shame. It’s good that you were with him.”

*****

James

The wee small hours, and I drift out of sleep, hazily aware of murmuring close by.

On the bed next to me Michael and Charlotte talk quietly. And her breathing is quickening.

She’s stroking his face, looking up at him. The two faces look strange in the odd glow cast by blinking lights and monitors, but their smiles are warm and intimate.

“Ahh…. that’s better,” he’s saying. “That’s my Charlotte again.”

He nuzzles into her neck, one hand cupping a breast, and she arches, her head flinging back in a familiar gesture of arousal. Then she looks sidelong, and our eyes meet.

“Master? Do you want….?”

I feel weary, utterly spent. I don’t want to make love.

But I want to want to make love….

“I don’t think I’m up to it right now. But don’t let me stop you two. I’ll enjoy some vicarious love-making this time.”

Michael rears up, whispering something to her. Naked, she rises to kneel up on the bed, facing me; he kneeling behind her.

He runs hands over her, the line of her waist and hip, the smoothness of her stomach, her breasts, heavy in his hands.

He plucks at a nipple with one hand, the other easing south.

I watch, entranced as she eases her thighs open a little more, opening herself to his fingers as he slips through curls which glisten gold and green in the weird light and then further.

“I want you good and wet,” he says. His voice is loud, intended to be heard. And of course, this performance is for my benefit.

Not that they’re not enjoying themselves….

He fingers at her and she jerks and quakes. His fingers gleam and her perfume is rising.

He releases her breast, instead pulling her in tight with an arm around her waist, supporting her as she quivers and whimpers. His other hand moves behind her and she begins to rock and sway as he finger-fucks her.

“Play with your tits,” he says quietly. “Display yourself. Your Master wants to watch you show yourself.”

There’s a jug of water by my bed. She dips her fingers, then works at her nipples with the wet pads. The areolae crinkle as she tugs and pulls at the hardening nubs. Her hair swings with her movements, slightly blocking my view, but Michael sweeps it to one side and over her shoulder

He’s working her hard and she’s moaning and sweating. Moisture trickles between the valley of her breasts and she’s close to climax. Her hands drop to her loins and scissor the lips wide with spreading fingers, playing with her clit with the other. Something warm stirs in me as her body tensions. Her breasts swing and tremble with her movements, swaying in time with Michael’s rhythm from behind as she rocks with him.

Her thighs are straining, and even in the half-light her face and chest and belly are brilliantly scarlet. A thin trickle of moisture wets her inner thighs and knees and….

One hand still between her legs, she jams the other against her own mouth as she comes, not quite muffling the sound as she wails out her orgasm. Michael, looking around her as best he can to watch, holds her tightly, preventing her from falling as she loses her control….

She looks amazing….

Michael is laughing quietly as she tries, and fails, to remain quiet.

“Shhh…. Remember where we are. Try to keep the noise down.”