Masters And Lovers 1-4

Chapter 64

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Al arrives home to find his wife waiting in the hallway with a suitcase. “Eve? Where are you going?”

Her voice is almost conversational. “I’m leaving.”

Slack-faced, he stares at her. “Leaving? What do you mean?”

“What part of the word don’t you understand, Al? Leaving. As in going away and not coming back. I’m only here now because I’m waiting for a taxi. I’m picking Shelley up from school. Then I’m going.”

Panicked now, “Why? What’s wrong? What’s happened…?”

For reply, she stabs a finger towards a letter on the telephone table. Headed in red. ‘Notice of Repossession’. “I couldn’t have stayed much longer anyway. None of us could. They’re taking the house, Al. And you didn’t even have the decency to tell me.”

Wild-eyed, he snatches up the letter. “No. It’s a mistake. I just need to catch up a little. I’m nearly there….”

Her mouth pinched, “Oh, give me a break will you. I’ve seen the rest of it too….” Eve huffs a laugh that has nothing to do with humour…. “…. or at least as much as I could find. You’re going to need new locks on your desk.”

The hoot of a car horn comes from outside. “There’s my taxi. Bye, Al. Have a good life, whatever you decide to do with it.”

She turns, opens the door and makes for the cab waiting out on the road.

“Eve…. Wait. Please… At least tell me where you’re going.”

“I’m staying with my sister to start with. I’ll take it from there when I figure what to do next.”

“What about Shelley? The boys?”

“Shelley’s going with me. As for Stephen and David, they’re old enough to make up their own minds. I asked them, and they said they want to stay with you. They’re both earning now, so I suppose they can help you with the rent wherever you end up.” She turns away, stepping into the taxi.

“Eve…” He calls after her, but the car pulls away and disappears around the corner.

It’s barely been five minutes since he arrived home.

Bleakly, unbelievingly, he goes inside. In the lounge he finds his desk, the drawers prised open. A hammer and chisel lie on the carpet, surrounded by a scatter of veneer and wood chips. On top of the desk is the sheaf of letters he has been hiding….

Demand for Payment….

…. Final Notice….

…. Court Order….

Five minutes later, David comes in. “Dad? Are you alright?”

Stephen follows him in. “We’ll manage, Dad. We’ll sort something out. And when we’ve done that, we’ll get Mom to come back. You’ll see.”

But neither of them likes seeing the tears on their father’s cheeks.

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Charlotte

pour myself a glass of wine. I don’t generally drink during

alright?” It is my Master, watching me from the doorway of

fine, just a bit nervous I suppose, wondering what Beth is going to learn.” Holding up the bottle, “Would

moves to stand beside me as I pour another glass. “You shouldn’t be nervous. Whatever Beth

they still

your mother.” His skin is cool on mine. He casts a sharp look down to where he touches me, then his eyes rise again, soft on me. “You are nervous….” The palm of his hand

Testing me…?

the glasses, presses it into my hand.

can’t help it. I’m trembling and with the glass in my hand, magnifying the movement, he can’t miss it. “You

hands on my shoulders,

the wine, his mouth captures mine. The kiss is slow and sensual and speaks

turns me, stands behind me, but the kiss continues, his breath warm as he nibbles and mouths the soft curve of shoulder to

voice is slow and chocolaty and the lightest pressure between

mine, his face close by my cheek. “Ankles wide,” he whispers. “Grip

I ease my

down over the curve of my hip and further. Fingers trace my outline through my skirt until, as they drop to the

to my inner thighs, stroking down to my

his voice all honey and curling smoke. I'm quivering, longing for the

man who can bring

“Please.” My voice trembles.

“Please, what? This?”

the nail digging in, so slightly, to the skin of my thighs. Where cotton meets skin, the finger traces a circuit

not from nervousness

wet. My clit throbs.

“Please….”

Remember

a pinpoint of pain that dances to my

“Master….”

voice is so soft. The finger withdraws and a hand plants itself between my shoulder-blades, pressing

Stay there….

me; movement; fingers hook into my panties, tugging them down. “Step,”

the other. Something rustles, then there is the rasp of a zipper. And finally, pressing at

lies almost over me again, his face again close

inside mine. It’s so gradual, so gentle. There’s

reaches forward, his cheek pressed against mine. I scent his

slow, a leisurely rhythm that slips out, stretches in, slips out, stretches in. It feels

me, I tighten around him, then relax

fingers curling around mine where I grip the

stroke. Clever fingers, busy fingers,

against mine, but I can’t. Instead, my gasps turn to moans, then to wails. And as he plunges into me harder

me,” he

inside me blooms and grows, releasing

“Come for me.”

tension grows,

me inside. And with a final thrust, the dam breaks and

throbbing pussy snatching at my Master’s flesh. He drops down over

we lie together. We descend from the skies, my breathing and his slowing once

face once more resting against

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