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

Chapter 72

Five Years Ago - Chad

The phone rings and the receptionist answers. “Hello? Vincenzo and Partners.”

“Hi, it’s Chad Bennett here. I wanted a word with Mr Vincenzo. Is he there?”

“Oh, Mr Bennett. I’m sorry, but Mr Vincenzo is not available….” The receptionist’s voice chokes. “There was a car accident. His brakes failed. He was killed.”

*****

 

James

She kneels, looking down. Naked, her long hair swinging, she is the very image of the perfect sub.

“At the end of that first week,” she says, “I told you that you would always be my Master. That hasn't changed.”

Despite myself, my lips quirk. “Is that right? There to do my bidding and obey me, no matter what?”

She looks up at me, then away again, spots of pink on her cheekbones. “I… disobeyed you. Master. And I’m so sorry for….”

I lift her chin with a finger. “You're not really a sub. You’re no Beth. The two of you are not remotely the same. And when it comes down to it, I wouldn’t want that. You are what you are: loyal, disobedient when it suits you, brave, rash, intelligent, and quite frankly, half-loco sometimes, but mine.”

She swallows. “I’m never sure if I’m pleasing you, Master. Or Michael.”

I sigh. “Michael and I are also two very different people. I want control. He wants security. I’m not sure if you’re capable of giving either of us what he thinks he wants.”

She stiffens. “Master? What are you saying?”

Her eyes are glossing. “Shhh….” Inside, I curse myself as I think how my words must have sounded to her. I lean forward, cupping her chin then kissing her. “Nothing alarming. Just that sometimes what we think we want is not what we learn we really want.”

She relaxes again, and I lean back into my seat, but as I move, pain stabs through me, and involuntarily, I wince.

“Master are you hurting?”

I bite down on the gnawing in my thigh. “Not too much.”

how you would like

your stomach. Raise

end up with

possibility.” I wink at her, but in fact, I simply want to hold my Green-Eyes. To feel her warmth, scent her skin

kneels again on the mattress, hands on her knees, watching me as I remove cuff-links, unbutton my shirt, unbelt and, with difficulty, step out of my trousers. Again, I clench my teeth to avoid flinching as the pain, bright and sharp, shimmers through muscle

me with her lovely rear, creamy-pale and perfect.

Don’t screw it up….

cock nuzzling into the crease between her buttocks.

my arms to cup her breasts, heavy, warm and soft in my palms. Nibbling at the delicate skin at the nape

sends the blood rushing to

have missed

need words to express our feelings. We both know and understand what lies between us. But the

time must bring. But I had never considered the possibility of disablement so early. Of finding myself, only yet in middle-age, unable to

skin is scented and fragrant. Not exactly sweet, but musky and uniquely her. The perfume pervades her long hair, and as I open my

and beautiful. But as I move, the pain spears from thigh to groin and without meaning to, I grunt, my reflexes

“Master?”

“It’s alright.”

not.

“Charlotte….”

hurting, even if you

so much to be able to make

want to protest, to shift again to take her, but once more the pain stabs at me

from under me. “And you think I don’t? Lie back. Let me do the work. Make Love with me. We’ll do

And she tries….

How she tries….

I simply

*****

 

Four Years Ago

stinks of second-hand booze and disinfectant. A couple of drunks are hauled away in handcuffs while a woman in an overall mops up what they just deposited on the tiled floor. In the waiting area, a man in a three-piece-suit flicks through notes and files, checking his

nondescript sandy hair, the police officer looks bored

bored and

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