Mastering the Virgin Box Set Five: A BDSM Ménage Erotic Romance novel Chapter 84

Two Years Ago

Corby leans back against his patrol car, sipping bad coffee from a paper cup.

He surveys the City, alive all around him, the ebb and flow of humanity.

Couriers whizz by on scooters and bikes. Office workers bustle by with phone pressed to their ears. Solicitors and barristers stroll to the courts, files in hand, arguing earnestly as they walk. Tramps and hobos take shelter in doorways against the looming clouds

Tall, short, young, old, male, female. Black, white, brown, yellow. They’re all here.

No redheads.

He glances skywards then turns up his collar against the rain which begins to fall in large fat splats to the sidewalk.

Perhaps he should work towards a promotion? Something that would take him to a desk and warm office?

But then, he would lose the freedom to patrol and work behind the wings.

He shrugs and knocks back the rest of the coffee.

She'll surface…. sooner or later.

*****

James

Three months later….

Charlotte sits beside me on warm grass under warmer sunshine. Even though it is Spring, I find I still need extra protection for my damaged leg, so I sit on a blanket.

It’s a beautiful day, the green of grass and leaves is that bright green you don’t see later in the year. Clouds scud across an azure sky and way below, the sun plays over the lake in a symphony of light and shade.

She’s here beside me, gazing down the sheep-clipped meadow to the waters. Surreptitiously, I watch her….

My sub, my lover, my wife in every way that means anything at all, and the Love of my Life.

And she’s here, with me….

…. and apparently happy.

In the background is the clatter and chaos of the last of the work on the hotel and the on-going labours on the house that is to be our home. Michael’s voice echoes over the racket with an assortment of instructions, directions and occasional swear words.

Our eyes meet, hers laughing as a particularly fruity oath wings across the air.

“Think he’ll be ready on time?” she asks.

“He’d better be with all the bookings he’s got in. If Beth has to tell her rich middle-class friends that he’s not open as expected and they can’t have their spa-weekends, I don’t think she’ll be impressed.”

Time to take the bull by the horns….

We have to know….

I stroke her hand, “You’re not too upset about not going back to college this year?”

To my relief, she’s light and relaxed as she answers. “No, I’m fine. Doing it this way works just as well as actually attending. So long as we have a decent internet connection, I’m good.”

Really?

Really good?