Masters And Lovers 1-4

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…

and see if Richard and Beth would

meet two knowing smiles. The bloody obvious dawns. “It’s a set-up, isn’t it? You did this at

her lower lip. Richard’s head tilts. “If you don’t

the last few weeks, I’ve not…” Shame

Charlotte…

My wife…

moves close, lays a hand on my arm. “Which is

green as springtime, wide and soft, and she drops to her knees

Oh… fuck…

room is too warm. I take her hand, help her upright again. “Better get you upstairs,

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

eyes twinkle. “I

were addressing his secretary. “Ah, Richard. Thank

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

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

head jerks

dry, but his eyes are creasing. “Something

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

to shave

Beth’s eyes dance…

breathing is

She’s waxed smooth…

me Richard shaved her the

Jeez…

wish I could take a moment out

Beth is waiting for

to watch your husband

rises up from her neck, kissing her

you think you should be

the slow rocking of her head.

off your clothes, slowly so I can watch

then starts

face Richard

Charlotte. James sits to the other side, framing her between them. As

tug the blindfold away from Charlotte, plumps a pillow to lift her head

his distance, and his attention, fixed

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

itching for that skirt to come

me, fixing me with

is making walking uncomfortable. I feel for the fastening. A button… two buttons... The skirt is

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

flaring out

completes the ensemble, tied at the

her spine and to the

her caged breasts, then tug down the cups of the corset to leave

my nail down between shapely shoulders with one hand, I tug and pluck

ties of the thong, pulling away about a square inch of

James, where would you like

“… An old hand like you.” His gaze shifts to Charlotte… “But I think we’ll adjust the furniture a

side of the bed, adjusts the angle, then stands back to gauge the results. He adjusts it

you like her opened a little further, Richard? I imagine you’ll want to reach

The knees wider I think, and we'll lift her

eyes tell a tale. The two Doms work as a team, James tossing silken rope across the bed, looping around the bedposts as Richard passes the other end

from one side to the other until she’s evenly balanced. “You might want to adjust the rope a little. The

Richard hums to himself as he

until it starts to buzz, shows it to Charlotte, pops it in his

should help move things along,” he comments. Then passing Richard a small pair of scissors, he sits on the end of the bed,

hard against mine. The heat of her skin scorches through my shirt. Her quickening heartbeat thumps through my chest and my arm tightens and relaxes with her breathing. Reaching down

I probe inwards, slipping between her labia,

together, we watch

for herself. Richard’s eyes rise to hers, then drop to his ‘work area’. “I’ve always enjoyed the novelty of your

he snips. She swallows hard

trickles down her swelling labia. The billowing combination of her scent and Beth’s

God, it’s good to

tweaks at a nipple. “Show some manners,

voice is shaky.

“Which part are you enjoying Charlotte? Me trimming you? Or knowing that I’m

cheeks. “All

James’ warning is

All

stretching one lip or the other, drawing the skin tight as

think that will do for that part.” He sets the scissors aside. “Could I have

reappearing a few moments later

magic shall we.” He turns. “How are you doing with my wife,

Exhibit One for inspection; my wet hand, then place my fingers on her lips.

my fingertips.

good and ready, I’m going to lean you over

bravado. My erection is ready to burst out of its own accord. I can’t

First Beth…

be good for another

should have done its work,” says Richard. He whips the towel away,

setting it beside her. As

Mouth open… As I

into copper curls, working it in,

opportunity to do this,” comments Richard. His tone is conversational. He could be remarking on the weather, but there's a glint in his eye. Wielding the shaver like a maestro, he glides over white skin and whiter foam,

time?” I speak quietly, but Richard obviously hears, his eyes rolling up

except he had me tied

it?

was a mixture

a chuckle. “And are you enjoying watching your

runs through her, and

That answers that question…

pubis, pussy and lips, leaving her

water and wipes his hands. Then swiping away the last of the foam with the cloth, he fishes a small bottle from his pockets

inhales then