The Lover's Children novel Chapter 31

CHARLOTTE

I widen my knees further, allowing my Master as easy access as I can. Fingers insert themselves, splaying me open, stretching me. The vibe hums against my flesh, eases inward, and as my breathing quickens, squeezes past the inner muscle, on and in. Briefly, it thrusts into me: twice, thrice, then it twists and settles, crooning musically.

Another click. The rhythm of the vibration quickens. Yet another, it slows again, but now a shudder accompanies the vibration. The vibration purrs against my entrance, shivering through to the plug at my rear, quivering through belly and core, rippling against my g-spot.

Oh, God…

And they’re not going to let me come…?

Involuntarily, I groan. In the background, Beth moans, her panting growing louder.

“Charlotte, open your mouth.” Richard fiddles with his gizmo then, inserting it…

A gag?

… clips metal grips over my teeth. Something presses down over my tongue. My mouth is held open.

He slips a strap around and behind, tighten it, fixing the gag in place. Richard makes some adjustment and inexorably, my jaws are forced apart. “Is that hurting you?”

“Ah… Ah…” I can't speak. I shake my head instead.

Another adjustment and my jaws ease a touch wider.

Richard stands back, surveying me, arms folded, admiring his handiwork. “What d’you think, James?”

My Master stands beside him, then tilts my face to look me square on. His dark eyes crease. “It’s an attractive effect, isn’t it.” His voice is conversational. He could be discussing the price of bread. “…The mouth wedged open like that. It’s not something I’ve tried previously on Charlotte, but it’s very inviting. The entrance that can’t be closed…” He slides his forefinger over my upper incisors, tracing the edges. Delving in further, he runs the fingertip over my molars then, inserting two fingers, he touches my tongue. “Begging to be filled… I see that could easily become a favourite.”

Beth’s groans are building to a crescendo. Whatever Michael is doing to her, she’s going to climax sometime soon. Abruptly, the sound cuts short save for a gasp. “Sorry, Beth,” says Michael. “You don’t have permission from your Master to come yet.”

I can’t see what’s happening, but the quivering of the mattress is surely Beth quaking, teetering on the edge of orgasm.

My Master traces my lips with a fingertip. Swallowing is impossible and saliva pools on my tongue. He sits by me again, twists a hand into my hair, pulling my head backwards. “So, Richard, what did you have in mind now? Or need I ask?”

“I’d like you to occupy Charlotte at the rear. I’m sure you know what to do. Elizabeth, come here. Kneel beside Charlotte.” The mattress bounces under me as Beth moves into position.

Richard continues. “Elizabeth, you will restrain your cousin. Hold her head back so I can pleasure myself with her. Michael may continue enjoying you. But I repeat, you are not permitted to climax.”

Beth ravels both hands into my hair, tightening her grip, steering me. Another movement, out of my line of sight. Michael’s voice. “Open up, Beth. I’ve not finished with you yet.” Close behind me, Beth hisses and gasps.

Richard grips my chin between thumb and forefinger. “Charlotte, like this, you won't be able to safe word. If what I’m doing becomes too much, bang twice on the bed with your hand. You understand me?”

Words are impossible. I can only produce what passes for a vowel sound. “Ah…”

“Show me.”

I slap my palm twice against the blankets.

“Good.” He awards me one of his blinding smiles. “I’ve been looking forward to this. Elizabeth, you may watch while I face-fuck your lover’s wife.”

Behind me, my Master is not idle. The power on the vibe abruptly steps up a notch, increasing the tempo of the music that trembles through my flesh. The shuddering jolt pulses through my stomach and thighs, playing percussion to the melodic hum of the vibration. Already my control is slipping. I’m hot. My melting core throbs and flows. Perspiration trickles from my chest to drip from my swinging breasts.

Fingers join the symphony, scissoring around my clit. It’s gentle at first, massaging into the root of the tiny organ, a pleasant counterpoint to the melody. But then, thumbing back the hood, my Master flicks the sensitive tip.

Lightning strikes through me, my pussy clenching reflexively. My thigh muscles spasm. I almost collapse, but my Master loops an arm under me, keeping me on all fours. I want to scream, but the noise that emerges from my curbed mouth is more of a howl.

Richard Hmmms approval. “That’s just what I wanted to hear…” He unbelts… “And at a time when I can do something about it…” … Unzips… “James, feel free to keep her doing that. But don’t let her come. I don’t want that noise to stop, at least until I stop it.” Freeing his erection, he touches the head to my lower lip. “Scream as much as you want to Charlotte. Or are able to. We’re all going to enjoy it.”

Beside me, Beth’s panting grows louder. She’s moaning again. Her grip on my hair tightens. Michael speaks quietly. “This turning you on, Beth? Helping to control my wife so your husband can push his cock into her mouth? Watching your Master pleasure himself on another sub?”

Beth whimpers.

“I want an answer, Beth. Your Master ordered you to serve me, so answer.”