I don’t touch her, my lovely submissive. “Now,” I say, “on your knees for your Master of the Evening.”
Her skin ripples as the frisson runs through her and she drops. Michael offers a hand, steadying her as she falls to her knees. His eyes briefly meet mine then follow to where Elizabeth looks up to him.
Is she alright?
Perhaps wait a moment…
Just in case…
I’d expected her to kneel head bowed, but instead, she’s looking up. Michael’s smile is easy and relaxed….
Yes, they’re comfortable with each other….
As I turn my attention to James and Charlotte, Michael is unbelting his pants….
With a look of great relief….
…. and offering her his shaft.
I suppress my smile….
He’s f*****g huge….
Yes, a frustrating day….
… until now….
Charlotte, off to one side, is standing to face James.
