Mastering the Virgin Box Set Five: A BDSM Ménage Erotic Romance novel Chapter 71

Five Years Ago - Corby

“Good morning officer…?

“Corby.”

“Officer Corby. And what can our firm do for the City Police?”

Bech offers a photograph. “We’re looking for this young woman. She goes by the name of Jennifer Bennett, among others. I understand your practice is representing her in her divorce.”

Vincenzo regards the man in front of him without favour. He glances briefly at the photograph then returns his attention to Officer Corby. He does not speak.

And he finds he agrees with what the young Mr Bennett told him. There is something about the police officer he does not care for. Mr Vincenzo has served his clients for many years and his antennae are twitching.

A cloud passes over Corby’s face. “Is your firm representing this woman or not?”

Vincenzo sits back in his seat, behind his desk. Made of some beautifully polished dark wood and topped by green leather embossed in gold filigree, it makes a wide barrier behind the two representatives of the Law. He does not invite Corby to sit.

“Since you are here, I assume you are already aware that we are representing Mrs Bennett in her divorce proceedings.”

“And where would I find Mrs Bennett?” demands the cop.

Vincenzo removes his spectacles, folding them closed and placing them carefully on the desktop. “I am sure that I do not need to remind a police officer of the obligations of client confidentiality. You are surely fully aware that I cannot simply hand out that kind of information about a client….” He pauses. “…. Even were I inclined to do so.”

His voice notching up a note or two. “I could get a warrant.”

“Yes, you could,” agrees the lawyer mildly. “And when you do, this practice will be happy to supply all the information the law requires.” The officer’s hands ball into fists. “Perhaps,” enquires the lawyer, “you could give me a little detail on why the police wish to trace my client?”

“She is wanted on suspicion of receiving stolen goods, extracting money by deception, theft….”

“And you can, of course, supply me with the evidence relating to these misdemeanours?”

Corby changes tack. “We do not wish to prosecute this young woman. We are hopeful that with appropriate counselling and training she can be diverted from the course she has apparently chosen.”

The lawyer nods. “Indeed? A great deal of effort for one young woman in such a large city. With everything else that is happening…. Car theft rising, increased incidence of violent crime, the business at Blessingmoors….”

Corby’s eyes go flat. “And why do you mention Blessingmoors?” he asks, his voice neutral.

“It is in the headlines right now.”

“And you think Jennifer Bennett is connected to Blessingmoors?”

“Do you?”

The cop’s colour is rising, flushing up his neck and face in a tide. Tension crackles.

The desk-phone buzzes. “Mr Vincenzo, I have Mr Martingdale here for this two o’clock appointment.”

“Thank you, Becky. I’ll just be a couple of minutes.” He turns to the red-faced Corby. “Is there anything else officer?”

“Apparently not.” Corby nods curtly, turns and leaves, slamming the door as he exits.

*****

James

And I’m finally out of the hospital. Alright, we’re not back home yet, but I can cope happily with staying in Richard and Beth’s beach house escape for as long as it takes.

Over the last few days, I have been feeling increasingly well. Movement is easier, and the pain less liable to snatch at me unawares.

I think it must show and it’s not escaped my attention that recently, Charlotte has been ‘dressing to please’.

She’s waiting for me to make the first move….

Somehow, my courage so far has failed me. I don’t want to get back in the saddle again only to find that the horse is too fast for me….

…. Yet….

But today, I feel well and whole and hale…. And it has been some time since I last enjoyed my Jade-Eyes the way I know she wants me to.

I take it carefully, easing myself into a comfortable position on the couch, my injured leg outstretched, chin resting on a fist on the arm of my chair.

And, thus far unnoticed, I watch my mermaid.

She’s reading….

…. Her second-favourite entertainment.…

Her eyes rise over the top of her book in a casual glance….

…. Just checking in….

…. then widen as she sees me watching her.

Her head tilts and a smile like a sunrise breaks across her face. “How are you now, Master? Feeling better?”

“Better? Yes, you could say I’m feeling better.”

She tucks a slip of paper into the pages of her book….

…. No corner folding….

…. places it to one side then moves to kneel by me.

Her long hair swishes with her movement and in time with long laces to the front of her blouse. Doubtless, she has chosen these for their temptation value. Certainly, they’re making my fingers itchy. I want to pull and tease at them until the blouse opens to give me her lovely breasts.

But for now, I stroke her face….

“What would you like, Master?”

…. and as I bend to kiss her, my injury nips at me; a spiteful little bite that makes me wince.

“Just sit comfortably, Master. I’ll come up to you.” She rises, easing a hip over the arm of my seat, leaning in and dangling those laces by my fingers as though she were tempting a kitten to play….

It’s working too….

…. And irresistibly, my fingers are drawn to where her blouse billows outwards with a delectable hint of cleavage, and to tug and pull those trailing laces.

And my smile breaks free, matching hers as I look up to meet her spring-green eyes and my cock stirs, issuing orders.

Michael appears, standing framed by the doorway as he sees what is happening. Without a word, he enters, taking a seat beside us on the couch. Hands clasped behind his head, he leans back, silent and watchful, but also with his lips curving at the corners. His eyes crinkle as Charlotte edges in closer to me so that as I unravel the laces, her breasts are presented to me and her perfume rises close making my groin throb.

“God, you smell good….”

“Would you like to go into the bedroom, Master? I think it would be easier for you in there.”

“Mmm… yes.”

Heaving upright from one leg and the arm of the settee, Michael rises quickly, offering me a hand up….

Fuck off….

I’m not a freakin’ cripple….

…. and I shrug him away with a growl.

He backs off, palms held up, “Sorry. Only trying to help.” And I immediately feel like a complete shit….

He’s your friend….

“You’re right,” I apologise. “I’m not dealing with this very well, am I?” And as I limp through to the bedroom, I try to ignore the pain that snaps at me with each movement.

Christ….

….. Am I a cripple?

…. Is this how it’s going to be?

Charlotte, eyes wide, lips a little parted, exchanges glances with Michael. “Would you be more comfortable standing Master? Then you don’t have to bend your leg too much.”

And without prompting, she leans forward over the bed, presenting me with her be-skirted, be-pantied ass….

A feast after the famine….

…. Which dismisses my ill humour and brings me out in a grin. “God, I’ve missed this….”

She twists back, her eyes bright and her answering smile very white. “Anytime, Master. Just say the word. We’ll just do things the easy way for a while.”

Amen!

Her ass-cheeks warm and round and firm in my palms, I slide my hands over her, relishing her contours and the rising scent of her arousal. There’s a small but growing stain on her panties and my shaft is pressing against my pants in pleasant anticipation of what is to come….

And I want to get my fingers and mouth around her.

Hooking thumbs into either side of her panties, I pull downwards, and as I tug, the pain flares through my thigh and the leg buckles.

Staggering, I would fall, but Michael is there, his arms under mine as he catches me

All the years we've known each other, and we hardly ever touch….

“Leave me alone. I don’t need any fucking help….” I snarl.

He is equally curt. “Yes, you do,” he barks, his voice savage. “You took a bullet. It cut your main artery and caused a lot of muscle damage besides….” He stands back, rubbing the back of his neck. “For God’s sake man, I don’t think you’ve taken on board yet, just how close you came to dying….”

And for the first time, it really drives home to me how lucky I am still to be here at all.

Charlotte stands upright, chewing her lip as her eyes passing between us, but she doesn’t interrupt him, instead nodding slightly as he charges on.

“…. And there’s no shame in taking time to recover from that. Now, if you would cut out the stiff-necked pride, and let us help you, we might all enjoy this a bit more.”

And as I look at my Jade, I see the gloss to her eyes where she is trying to hold back tears.

If it were reversed. If she had almost died for me, how would I be feeling?

Jade….

C’mon, be a man….

I laugh, shrug and try to put the apology into my voice. “You’re right of course, both of you. I’m sorry.”

“Master, the doctor said that it will take you a few months to properly heal. You’ll be yourself again, but you do need to take it easy for a while.”

And you’ll help me….

Michael, arms folded, raises brows with a ‘Told You’ look about him.

I feel foolish. “What do you suggest?”

“Just lie down, Master. Let me do the work. If you exercise every day, you’ll soon be stronger, and then you can slap my butt to glowing any time you want….”

And the farcical humour of it all finally reaches me, and I crack out laughing. “That’s about the size of it, isn’t it? Alright. You win. I’ll lie down. I’m sure you can work your magic on me.”

Clamping down on the urge to curse, I ease myself onto the bed, sucking air between my teeth as I lie back.

Michael, still chuckling, says, “How about a glass of wine? It’ll relax you a bit and take the edge off that ache.”

“Excellent idea.”