The Lover's Children novel Chapter 30

CHARLOTTE

Beth stands beside me, sucking at her lips, her chest rising and falling under the robe. Richard folds arms, dazzling her with a white and brilliant smile. “My Love? I believe you are forgetting something.”

Beth ducks her head then, unknotting the belt, slips the robe from her shoulders. She murmurs low to me. “Oh, God. When he looks at me like that, I just want to drop to my knees and beg.”

I reply equally quietly. “I don’t think you’ll have to beg for long.”

Richard's smile slides to me, wicked as whipped cream. “Charlotte?”

“Sir?”

“Be so good as to remove your robe also.”

I hesitate. I’ve never undressed for Richard. Not just Richard. Always before it has been at my Master’s bidding. I steal a glance to Michael but he offers no support, simply gazing at me, his face unreadable.

Richard’s forehead wrinkles. “Charlotte, I gave you an instruction. An instruction issued, by proxy, from your own Master.”

“Yes, sir.” I reach for the tie of my robe…

… His voice, from behind me. I didn’t hear him arrive. Didn’t know he was there. “You shouldn’t have needed instruction for that, Charlotte. Nor any reminder.”

I turn to face him. “No, Master. Sorry, Master.”

He isn't smiling, but in that secret place he hides, I know his smile is lurking. He moves close, tilting up my chin with a finger to stare me in the eye. A flogger dangles from his other hand, the tails flicking and twitching. “In future, Charlotte, you will obey Richard as you would obey me. I would have thought that was understood by now.”

I lower my face. “Yes, Master.”

“Good.” He winds the finger in a circle and obediently, I turn to face Richard.

“So…” Blue eyes hold steady on mine… “Are you going to obey my instruction now?”

“Yes, sir.” I unravel the tie, let the garment fall away.

From behind me, “Richard, do you wish to discipline Charlotte for her disobedience?”

“I didn't mean to disobey, Master.”

A whisper of air…

A flicker of movement in my peripheral vision…

My gasp at the sting of the lash on the back of my naked thighs…

“You hesitated to obey. After I had previously instructed you to accept Richard’s instructions as though they were mine.”

Unreasonably, Pussy is melting…

Liquefying…

A trickle scalds down between my thighs.

The pain...

The pleasure...

The Rush...

“I don’t think we need discuss punishment, James. Charlotte was merely displaying proper deference to her own Dom. And I believe we both know your sub well enough to have a good idea of what she’s thinking right now.” He gestures to the bed. “Charlotte, on all fours, please. My wife wants to watch me fuck you. Elizabeth, go join Michael.”

Beth’s breath catches, but she pads across to Michael who reels her in to sit between his legs. He’s speaking as I take my position on the comforter. “You’ll have to excuse me, Beth. I’ve only just finished with Charlotte upstairs. I’ve not had time to recharge. But don’t worry, there’s more than one way to give a lady the finish she deserves.”

On my hands and knees, my head hanging low, hair swinging, Richard guides me by the shoulders. “Turn a little, Charlotte. I want you close to the edge of the bed, parallel to the side.” As I shuffle around, “James, will you be joining me?”

My Master’s voice, dark as bitter chocolate, “Thank you, Richard, yes. I’ll watch for a while. Let me know when you require assistance.”

They’re both going to fuck me…

…

But how?

Perhaps my uncertainty shows. Richard speaks quietly. “For the avoidance of doubt, Charlotte, I know that right now, it is Michael's prerogative to finish inside you. I'll not abuse my privileges. But… I can enjoy you, and all your parts…” He flashes brows… “… in other ways.”

“Of course, sir…” Inside me, something ripples and flows.

Despite myself, I had worried a little. I twist to see Michael. Beth, moon-eyed, her skin sheening, sits naked on his lap as he murmurs something soft to her. One hand cups a breast, thumbing a nipple. The other rests between her thighs, shiny-fingered, moving rhythmically. But all the while, Michael is watching me. Smiling, he blows me a kiss.

A tap on my shoulder. “Charlotte, pay attention.” On hands and knees as I am, Richard’s groin is close by my face, his trousers bulging, but with more than a burgeoning erection. Fishing into a pocket, he produces a small something: a silvery steel teardrop, wasp-waisted, the head set with a green gem. “You’ve seen this before.”