Masters And Lovers 1-4 novel Chapter 47

James

I turn her to face me, hold her at the shoulders, look her in the face. “Charlotte, are you sure about this? You have the final say. And if you say no, then it won’t happen. Remember, this affects your long-term future, not just the occasional evening of frolics in the basement.”

“I’m sure, Master. The more I think about it, the surer I am. I can’t think of a better way for our family… all of our family to be safe. If Michael is happy with the idea, and you are, then I am too.”

I kiss her forehead. “Good girl. And I agree with you. This will keep you and Peanut down there…” I pat her stomach… “... very safe…”

She bursts out laughing. “Peanut?”

“About the right size for now, wouldn’t you say?”

*****

Michael

I sit, staring at nothing, thinking about…

… Nothing…

Maybe I should get something to eat?

My gut’s griping. I’ve not eaten all day. Sally brought me one of her usual offerings for lunch; a plate-sized bacon and egg sandwich and a can of beer, but the smell turned my stomach.

Scruffy ate well though along with Kirstie’s tribe, running wild around the gardens in hairy, waggy, excitable enthusiasm.

The pint-sized rag-tag lies by my feet. Occasionally he looks up at me, whining. I scratch his ear and he settles again.

There’s no sign of James and Charlotte other than James’ tablet on his armchair and a book, marker inserted, on Charlotte’s favourite spot on the settee. With no real interest, I look at the cover. ‘A Song of Ice and Fire - A Dance with Dragons.’

The scent of something is drifting in, James’ cooking I assume. A part of me says it smells rich and savoury, winey and herby, but my gut recoils.

Just a coffee maybe…

I head for the kitchen, but as I enter the hallway, the doorbell rings. I glance around, but there’s no sign of James or Charlotte.

Where are they?

… and I open the door to two broadly smiling faces.

“Richard, Beth, I didn’t know we were expecting you?”

“James and Charlotte knew,” says Richard. “They invited us to dinner. They didn’t tell you?”

“Um, no they didn’t, but James has something going on in the kitchen. Come on in. I’ll track them down.”

As I wave them through, Beth stretches up, kisses my cheek. “Nice to see you again, Michael. I’ve missed you.” Then she drops her eyes. And just like that, I scent a trace of her arousal.

My cock jerks.

Richard casts a look down at his lovely wife-sub, mouth working and amusement crinkling at the corners of his eyes. He knows exactly what just happened.

I’m a little embarrassed. For sure, Beth and I have enjoyed each other, with Richard’s blessing, but the moment has to be chosen…

Where are James and Charlotte?

“Let me take your coats. Come on through to the lounge. I’ll get you a drink.” They follow me through and as we pass the bottom of the stairs, from above comes the unmistakable sound of Charlotte, moaning.

Fine sense of timing…

Richard and Beth exchange a grin. “It sounds as though Charlotte’s Master is looking after his sub,” she comments.

“Um, yes, it does. Perhaps they’ve lost track of time… When did he invite you for?”

“Perhaps we’re a little early.” Richard’s expression is bland. He looks around. “No Mitch?”

“She went to visit Kirstie in hospital. Said there was a movie she wanted to see afterward. Anyway, sit yourselves down, I’ll er… Beth, what would you like to drink?”

“I’ll have a gin and tonic, please.”

“Same for me.”

“Ice and lemon?”

Beth starts, “Yes, plea…” Her words are cut short by another moan drifting down the stairs. The moan grows louder, edgier, rises in pitch. Scruffy wags his stump of a tail and yaps.

What the fuck’s he doing to her?

Beth and Richard both roll eyes upward. “Sounds like quite a party,” he says.

“Um, yes. I’ll go let them know you’re here.”

Their eyes meet and something passes between them, but I don’t dwell on it, instead heading upstairs. Charlotte’s wails grow louder the closer I get to the bedroom.

As I open the door, the sight that greets me is… arresting…

James, fully dressed, has her on the bed, lying over a layer of thick towels. Charlotte is naked, blindfolded, arms spread and with her wrists cuffed to the posts of the bed-head. Her legs are spread too, not too tightly. He’s left her enough play to bend her knees but not enough to close her thighs. Her skin gleams, as though she’s been oiled.

On a small side table, James has an ice-bucket, the floating contents chinking a little. Beside that, a bottle of baby oil and a large feather.

With an expression of careful concentration, James holds a small jar candle over her, tipping it to spill. As I watch, liquid wax drips, falling to splash over a creamy breast. She arches, inhaling, her breath shuddering.

“Um, James… your guests have arrived. Beth and Richard are here. Er… what kind of wax is that?”

“Soy,” rumbles James. “She’s quite safe.” He glances up. “The casserole’s in the slow-cooker. It won’t be ready for an hour or so. Why don’t you ask Richard and Beth to join us up here? For that matter, why don’t you join us?”

Another trickle of wax drips onto Charlotte’s pale skin. Her breath catches, but as it sets, James puts the candle aside, fishes out an ice cube and slides it over and around the dripped wax. Her gasp turns to a gulp then a cry. He stoops, Aaahhhs breath over the spot and moves on to chew softly on a nipple, tugging it between his teeth.

“What the hell are you doing to her?”

“She was reading. I was bored. I decided to give her my own interpretation of a Song of Ice and Fire.”

Charlotte’s whole body is quivering, her hips jerking. Her slit glistens and the way she smells…

Christ…

“I’ll, um… I’ll pop down and see if Richard and Beth would like to… er…”

But as I re-enter the lounge, I meet two knowing smiles. The bloody obvious dawns. “It’s a set-up, isn’t it? You did this at Christmas. Now you’ve done it again.”

Beth blinks, chewing at her lower lip. Richard’s head tilts. “If you don’t want to…”

“Oh, I do. I do. It’s just that, the last few weeks, I’ve not…” Shame wells over me.

Charlotte…

My wife…

Richard touches Beth in the small of her back, nods her to me. She moves close, lays a hand on my arm. “Which is why your friends are here. To help get you feeling more like yourself again.”

Then Beth wheels out her big guns; turns her eyes on me, green as springtime, wide and soft, and she drops to her knees at my feet.

Oh… fuck…

My shaft surges. My balls heating, abruptly, the room is too warm. I take her hand, help her upright again. “Better get you upstairs, hadn’t I.”

Then to Richard, “I think you’ll enjoy the game James is playing. I suspect he’s brought enough toys to the playground for two.”

His eyes twinkle. “I expect so, yes.”

As we enter the bedroom, James speaks as though he were addressing his secretary. “Ah, Richard. Thank you for coming. I have a small task for you. One I think you will enjoy.”

“Always happy to help. Beth, look after Michael will you while I’m busy here. What can I do for you, James?”

“Charlotte here is enjoying a little wax-play, but of course, we need nice smooth skin to take it further. If you look over there, you will find a razor, fresh blades, a can of foam and a couple of bowls...”

Charlotte’s head jerks up and forward.

James’ voice is dry, but his eyes are creasing. “Something to say, Charlotte?”

Her head falls back. “No, Master.” But her chest rises and falls… rises and falls.

He’s going to shave her?

Beth’s eyes dance…

… and her breathing is ramping up…

She’s waxed smooth…

Charlotte told me Richard shaved her the first time they met…

Jeez…

My erection is struggling for freedom. I wish I could take a moment out to… adjust… myself…

… but Beth is waiting for me.

“You want to watch your husband shave my wife, Beth?”

Her eyes huge, a blush rises up from her neck, kissing her cheeks. Her head tilts slowly back and forth.

“Don’t you think you should be naked?”

Again the slow rocking of her head. Her lips open.

“So, take off your clothes, slowly so I can watch you.”

She swallows then starts to unbutton her blouse.

“Turn to face Richard as you undress.”

Obeying me, she turns to her husband where he now sits perched at the head of the bed to one side of Charlotte. James sits to the other side, framing her between them. As I move to stand by Richard, he acknowledges me with a small nod of the head then sits back with folded arms to watch his wife’s striptease.

James reaches to tug the blindfold away from Charlotte, plumps a pillow to lift her head a little then also sits back, arms folded, his dark eyes following Beth’s movements.

Beth’s eyes shift between us, her audience of four, lingering on James, who normally keeps his distance, and his attention, fixed on Charlotte. But this time, a smile lurks around his mouth and eyes.

She unbuttons the blouse at front and cuffs, letting it slide and fall. Underneath, she’s wearing a corset in that shade of green that so well suits both her and Charlotte. Her breasts sit high and mounded, porcelain edged by lace in moss and gold, constrained by laces which zig-zag from cleavage to below the line of her skirt.

And I’m itching for that skirt to come off.

She turns, a hip facing me, fixing me with a hypnotic emerald and black gaze. “Unwrap me?”

My cock pulses. I stroll across, cursing the tightness in my pants that is making walking uncomfortable. I feel for the fastening. A button… two buttons... The skirt is a wrap-around.

Looping an arm around Beth, I turn her until I stand behind her and she once more faces her audience. Standing close, pressing my shaft against her ass, I slip open first one button, then the next, then move away to let the skirt fall. Charlotte, head propped, watches, mesmerised, as I undress her ‘cousin’.

The fabric puddles at Beth’s feet. Underneath, the corset wasps in before flaring out to wide hips and suspenders in the same green-gold combination, and sheer black stockings.

A thong completes the ensemble, tied at the side with ribbons that dangle, begging for attention.

“Very nice, Beth,” I say. “Perhaps not completely naked today,” I draw my thumbnail from the nape of her neck, down her spine and to the edge of the ribbing. I know from previous occasions that she responds to this, and I want to see the results of my efforts.

Reaching, I palm her caged breasts, then tug down the cups of the corset to leave them sitting high, perched above the stays, vibrating with her heartbeat.

James and Richard watch all this as, sliding my nail down between shapely shoulders with one hand, I tug and pluck at a crinkling nipple with the other, rolling it between thumb and forefinger, warm and yielding, plumping and hardening.

Then, heading south, I tug at the ties of the thong, pulling away about a square inch of satin as the flimsy thing falls away.

Richard sucks in air. “So, James, where would you like me to start?”

“I’m sure you don’t need instructions from me...” James drops eyes to Beth’s smooth pubis. “… An old hand like you.” His gaze shifts to Charlotte… “But I think we’ll adjust the furniture a little.”

Rising, he takes a stand-mirror from the corner of the bedroom, moves it to the side of the bed, adjusts the angle, then stands back to gauge the results. He adjusts it a little, measures it by eye again and then nods. Charlotte has an excellent view of her own sex.

“Would you like her opened a little further, Richard? I imagine you’ll want to reach everything easily.”

“Excellent idea, James. The knees wider I think, and we'll lift her hips.”