Mastering Charlotte

Chapter 28

Michael

Later, we lie together, the three of us, sated and relaxed; still naked from our love-making, but our sexuality now burning down to low embers in the shimmering candlelight and thousand reflections of James’ mirrored room.

He having shared her with me, after almost a week of astounding s*x, I lie beside this lovely creature, her warm breast to my face, my lips warming a n****e. James is all but draped across her, his head resting close by her face as he strokes her stomach and the other breast.

Does he know he’s doing that?

It just doesn’t seem like him.…

“So, Charlotte,” he says, “it is our final day together tomorrow.”

“Yes, Master. Our final day.”

“I hope you have enjoyed our time together? No regrets?”

She smiles, “No, Master. It’s been wonderful. You…. and Michael… have opened my eyes; changed my view of the world.”

She sounds sincere and I laugh quietly as I kiss her breast, feeling warm inside.

James smiles. “I can imagine. To have been through your miserable non-marriage…. I know it wasn’t your fault, but there must surely have been times when you questioned yourself?”

She heaves a sigh, falls silent for a few seconds, then, “Yes, that’s true. There were times when I wondered if it was me. Was I so unattractive that my own husband wouldn’t…. or couldn’t…?”

She can’t really believe that….?

…. Surely there’s got to be something else…?

…. But she has her right to anonymity…. I can’t ask….

James seems equally startled by her comment. “No! Not true, Charlotte. Unattractive? You are beautiful. Truly beautiful. Do you seriously think I would have paid what I did if you weren’t? Girls in sore need of money are not that hard to find you know.”

Ain’t that the truth….

And I mumble an agreement through my mouthful of n****e.

She sits upright, cross-legged on the bed, robbing me of my ‘snack’.

“I suppose so, Master, but nonetheless, I mean every word I say. I’ve actually had a wonderful week and I do want to say thank you; to both of you….”

…. Oh, Babe….

I sit up next to her, hugging my knees. James blinks, swallowing hard. For the briefest of moments, he looks away, then exchanges a glance with me before turning back to her, his lips curving.

…. I’ve never seen you smile like that before either….

“…. My name’s not really Charlotte, you know.”

…. is she going to tell us….?

…. is she going to us….?“Of course, I know,” he says.

“I don’t mind telling you now, who I am. I know you’re a good man….”

Her glance strays between us….

“…. good men. I can trust you both. It’s….”

men.James presses a finger to her lips.

…. f**k!

“It doesn’t matter,” he says. “You’ll always be Charlotte to me. And, I think I can speak for Michael that he feels the same…”

CharlotteWhat do I say?

…. There’s nothing I can say….

I lean in to kiss her, meaning at first for it to be simply that, a kiss, but then….

…. I want you….

…. my hand curved into her hair, I pull her close, feeling her breath hitch as she responds to me….

…. and I think you want me…. for this at least….

Cupping a breast, I pull her back down to lie beside me, glancing over her shoulder to James.

He nods acknowledgement, but soft-eyed, says, “I think I’ll sit this one out for now, but I will enjoy watching you two.”

He fills his wine glass, then rolls back to lie to the other side of Charlotte, caressing the line of her waist to hip, but it’s a casual movement, with no real intent to it.

Rouse for me….

I pinch at her n****e. We have already seen that she responds to some pain, and although I don’t share James’ taste for delivering it, I want her response. I want…

want.… need…?

… to feel and see her body’s reply to me.

I tug at the n****e, deliberately roughly, and her lips parting, she quivers, her scent suddenly billowing up around me. My c**k’s nudging awake again and I pluck at the other n****e, rolling it to hardness between thumb and forefinger.

“Come on,” I say, “let me hear you.” and I twist sharply.

And now she cries out, hips bucking, and it’s not a cry of pain, but of arousal. To the other side, James is watching, his eyes, following her every movement as she slides fingers deliciously over my cockhead. Balls tightening as she fingers me….

…. just as well I’m about f****d out….

…. or I’d shoot off right now….

I’m warming over by the second, as is she. And now, giving the lie to his words, James slides his hand between her thighs, stroking her soft, pale skin. She’s flushing, her perfume stronger by the moment as James teases at her p***y, not penetrating, but winding her up the spiral. Her breathing is growing heavy and as James toys with her c**t, she shudders and gasps.

She swings around, kneeling by me to suck at my c**k. Her tongue slipping through the slit, I grit my teeth to hang onto my control.

But she’s straining, her position awkward.

You’re not comfortable, are you….

Rolling her over, I lie her flat, a pillow under her head, and straddling her, I present her with my c**k again, not pushing in, but giving her the option.

…. between your lips…. those wild, green eyes looking up at me….

And now, free to move, she takes me into her mouth, sucking around the ridge of my c**k-head, swiping her tongue over the length of my shaft and balls, then withdraws to swallow….

She’s getting better at it….

Sheesh….

My eyes closed, head flinging back, I revel in Charlotte’s attentions….

A c**k-worshipper…?

Behind me now, sitting beside her, James is still be-devilling her c**t, making her judder and jerk…

But I want it all now….

“Open your thighs wider, Charlotte,” I say. “Bring your knees up.”

Twisting around, turning to settle on all fours, I leave Charlotte with my c**k, but now, head between her legs, I have my mouth over her slit.

She’s streaming wet, pungent with s*x and lust, shuddering with arousal, and simply to have her like that, under me, quivering….

…. wanting me….

…. leaves my c**k pulsing hard, streaming with pre-c*m and aching to be inside her; her mouth, her p***y, anywhere….

Her thighs are slippery with her own juices, her curls moist and glistening amber in the candlelight, wetting my fingers as I play with them, winding them through my fingers, tugging a little just to give her an extra sense that I am there….

The heat of her breath bathing my shaft, I press lightly to her lips, hoping she’ll take me in, hold me there….

How far could I go…?

Could she handle a deep-throat?

No, that’s not fair to ask…. It’d scare her…

Nonetheless, she opens wide for me, wrapping her lips around me, tonguing and sucking….

Her p***y’s already swollen and beginning to open, but I move things along a little, splaying her with my fingers, presenting myself with her hard, hot c**t and her pink and, now fragrant, entrance. I’ve already learned where she’s most sensitive, without going into overload, and I probe at the tender sweet spot she has to the base of her bud, massaging the root with my tongue tip, caressing the small erect shaft with the heat of my mouth.

She’s moving under me, trembling and shivering, trying to squirm, but I deliberately pin her with my body….

…. there’s more than one way to restrain a sub….

…. curtailing her movements as she moans through her plugged mouthful. The sounds she’s making vibrate through me, making my balls tighten and my c**k twitch with every note…

Looking up, I try to see into the mirrors, but my head sandwiched between her thighs, I don’t have the angle. But I can see James, standing over us, watching as his c**k trembles against his stomach, his pulse-beat a metronome. As our eyes meet, his lips twitch before he returns his attention, I think, to where Charlotte is sucking me off.

She’s hot under me, sweating hard, her skin slippery against mine. I want to take her further along the path. Her labia between my lips, I tug and suck, stretching the delicate skin with my teeth just enough to sting a little. Her moans grow louder, and my c**k responds, hardening ever further….

…. Jeez….

….. Can she breathe…?

….. and swallow….?

I’m losing my control and I’m going to blow. Pulling out of her mouth for a moment to give her chance to clear her airways, I pause, then push in again, and out, and in, in a slow face-f**k that is only going to end one way.

Her juices are flowing freely, salty, tangy and delicious and I lick them away, all the while conscious of the rising tension in my groin….

I want to see it….

I lift away from her, supporting myself on my arms to be able to watch in the mirrors….

…. do I come in her mouth…?

…. or shoot over her face…?

…. she’ll love it either way….

…. but I want to come inside her….

On the brink of climax, I strain to hold on, to extend the moment, but then, the tension, irresistibly, snaps and I spurt in deep.

All without thinking, my hips press in as I come, the pulsations violent as I groan and thrill through climax, revelling in the moment….

…. Too late, I wake up to Charlotte’s spluttering and choking; my c**k penetrating beyond her gag point…. spilling into her throat….

…. Oh, f**k….!

Immediately, I retract, James stepping in to pull her free and upright while she coughs her throat clear.

“You okay, Charlotte?” he asks.

“Yes, I’m fine. Didn’t think I could do that. It’s okay. I just had to…. not breathe…. for a few seconds.”

I’m mortified. “Thank you, Charlotte. I’m sorry. I truly didn’t mean to go so deep in.”

I shouldn’t be needing to apologise for something like that….

She seems unfazed by the experience. “It’s fine really. And you’re welcome.”

“Get your breath back.” James is seated beside her, caressing her. As though nothing just happened, she leans in to suck gently at him, licking away at where he leaks a little pre-c*m and clearly enjoying it.

And as she does so, I see him morph from Carer to Dom, pushing her down flat, the palm of his hand to her chest, then straddling her, he presents his c**k to her mouth.

…. Time to makes my apologies….

…. finish what I started….

Opening her legs, my face pressed into her liquefying s*x, I hear James saying something to her, but I can’t make out the words.

…. Never mind, James can handle that end….

Her feet are loose over the bed; it can’t be comfortable, probably straining her back, so I ease them up and into position on the mattress, allowing her to support herself, feet flat down, knees raised. And as she settles properly, her hips rise as she offers herself to me.

Her p***y is wide and wet and succulent, her c**t erect and red, and her flesh trembles and clutches deliciously at me as I penetrate her with a couple of fingers, working around in circles against her muscles. And as I suck at her bud, a guttural moan vibrates along the length of her, and her thigh muscles jump and hitch to either side of me….

Her body is rocking to a slow rhythm….

James face-f*****g her….?

…. and lifting my head, keeping my fingers doing their work, in the mirrors I see him. He’s there, gradually working his shaft into her mouth, a little further each time, but not repeating my mistake of going too deeply. And now his breathing echoes with her groans.

She’s trying hard to service him, but I’m making it difficult for her. The sound of her sucking at his c**k carries across the room, and now I start to work her g-spot, grinning at James as his eyes slant towards mine in the mirror while she bucks and twitches under him….

…. The tension palpable in her, for a moment she lies still, quivering before, feeling her orgasm break free, I plant my mouth over her sweet cunt, tonguing her out as she screams….

…. And she keeps screaming. Her wailing stretches out, and the pulsing of her muscles continues. Her climax seems to last forever….

keeps And at the last, as I think she has finished, James grunts and spasms between her lips. Her p***y clenches again as she jumps and jerks, howling and laughing….

laughingWhat the…?

Sitting beside her, James on the other side of the bed, as she quivers and bucks her way out of orgasm, I have to smile. She looks amazing…. Our eyes meet across her, James shaking his head in bemusement.

amazing“I trust all was in order, my Lady?” I say.

She simply lies there, flat out, enervated, but grins up at me like the proverbial Cheshire Cat. “You could say that.”

James is holding in his smile, but he’s quirking at the eyes, thinking it as funny as I do. “You’re going to wear us both out, Charlotte. Perhaps we should eat?”

*****

Over a meal, James says, “So how shall we say goodbye, Charlotte…?”

…. and my stomach lurches….

lurchesI look away to avoid my expression betraying me.

“…. Tomorrow’s your last day with us,” he continues. “What would you like to do?”

“Can we go somewhere?” she says. “The beach again? The mountains? A park perhaps? A picnic would be lovely again.”

*****

I try to enjoy the day, to make the most of it, but my heart isn’t in it.

We can’t go walking as the weather isn’t too good. Bright sunshine intersperses with the kind of lowering black clouds that threaten to drench the unwary the moment shelter is beyond easy reach, so instead, we go to a hotel high up in the mountains which has a reputation for good food.

It’s a good choice. Set above high meadows, overlooking a lake, the sun and rainclouds cast light and shade to race across the verdant green, while the lake lies glittering and lovely below us. In the restaurant, we have the best table, right by a vast window which gives us views overlooking the panoramic glory laid out for us.

It should be a moment of peace and pleasure….

…. but tomorrow you’ll be gone….

James and Charlotte are talking and laughing. He’s making an effort to entertain her, telling her unlikely sounding stories, swearing that every word is true. He’s clearly trying hard.

He knows how to charm when he wants to….

My attention drifts and I try to simply experience the moment, to hold it in my palm; something to be cherished and kept. Their chatter fades into the background.

Sitting there, overlooking the amazing view, my closest friend to one side, this beautiful girl to the other, I indulge myself. A small fantasy of living here, like this, with all a man could ask for; a beautiful house, friendship, love, companionship….

You’ve never held down a relationship in your life, Man….

…. How would you get from here to there?

James and Charlotte joking and convivial, I enjoy their enjoyment, the three of us being together feels comfortable and…. right….

rightHe tells a joke and she"s laughing, then as she packs away another huge meal, his eyes meet mine across the table before sliding away to stare out of the window.

And I know that he’s simply putting up a good front….

….. tomorrow you’ll be gone….

She excuses herself, leaving us alone for a few minutes.

“You"re very quiet,” he says.

“I was just thinking how natural this feels, the three of us together like this.”

He nods quietly, not replying, again staring out until Charlotte returns and he plasters his smile back in place.

*****