SWNOVELS Chapter 50
Richard
Michael's approach to Elizabeth makes me want to break into applause. I don't know what I expected, but this wasn't it.
Together we lead my blindfolded wife from the dining room, along the long hall to the back stairway. Michael opens the creaking door then, still holding her fingers securely with one hand and with the other hand on the small of her back, guiding her, says, "Step, Beth, across a threshold and down."
The door is narrow, too narrow for three, and I lose my hold on her, but Michael stays with her. "Twelve steps, Beth, but the stairs are wide. I'm to one side of you. Keep going." His left hand in her left, with his right, he supports her, keeping her safe as they descend.
At the bottom of the steps, I reclaim her hand again, walking side by side with her. Elizabeth moves between us, blindly, her steps uncertain, but I let Michael do the talking.
No point interrupting his flow....
Her walk stiffens, her breath hitching... What just happened?
Then I see the thumb of that 'supporting hand' working down her spine again, the nail digging in as it goes. Over her head, his eyes question me, but I'm happy and give him the nod, then look away as I realise I'm becoming uncomfortable below the belt.
Didn't expect that....
He gives me a wink as he works some particularly sensitive vertebra and her breath catches, and I see why this man has always been so successful with women....
His charm....
.... His skill.....
The growing fragrance of my Elizabeth speaks of her arousal, her growing readiness.
Every other time I've scented her like that, it's been for me....
James and Charlotte follow behind, their footsteps echoing against the stonework. There is something in his manner.... Proprietorial perhaps.....
He shared her with Michael and with other men....
.... but he's making it clear he's not sharing with me....
Michael said something about that....
Interesting....
One Dom to another?
We arrive at James' playroom and Michael pushes the door open, steering Elizabeth blindly through. Standing behind her, a hand on either shoulder, he steadies her for a moment before unravelling the scarf and tugging it away. She stands for a moment, blinking. It's not as though she doesn't know what she's looking at. After all, I have a very similar room in our own home, but certainly, she did not expect to find this here.
I'll admit, they have made a beautiful job of preparing it. When James showed me the room the first time, it was what one might expect; a little gloomy with the chill mustiness of a cellar. But now it is warm, almost too warm.... For one wearing clothes....
.... The hearth I saw, previously dark and a little dismal, now burns brightly and has clearly been doing so for some time, logs dropping to glowing ashes so that a flickering glow casts over the stonework. The glow is matched by candles, dozens of them, carefully placed.
Carefully, I watch her.....
Elizabeth....
I want this to be a gift to you, My Love....
.... Her breathing is a little fast, lips parting, she turns, her gaze settling on James, who flashes brows and droops an eyelid to her....
.... then to Charlotte, who is smiling between her and Michael.
Michael himself stands quietly, waiting.
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Elizabeth frowns....
Fear?
Confusion?
She looks to me, forehead furrowed.
Yes, confusion....
I exchange a glance with Michael and he nods me to her....
He's right....
I take her in my arms, kissing her on the mouth, making the kiss as warm and as sensual and as reassuring as I know how. Then taking her by the shoulders, I turn her to face Michael who gazes, twinkle-eyed down at her. "Elizabeth, your Master for this evening is going to be Michael...." Her eyes widen, pupils dilating, then shrinking to pinpricks. "Happy Birthday, my Love."
Open-mouthed, she gapes at me, then at Michael. In the background somewhere, James mutters something and Charlotte darts off to the mirrored room.
My lovely wife simply stands, her mouth opening and closing with no actual words coming out.
"Well, Elizabeth...." I ask.... ".... isn't this what you wanted?"
Then I recognise the panic in her eyes. "Richard... I... I never.... I promise you, I've never...."
Again, I kiss her, her cheek in my palm. "I know. But I'm neither sightless nor heedless, and I've seen you looking at him, with and without Charlotte. So....?"
I'm not sure what else to say to reassure her, but Charlotte comes to my rescue, reappearing wearing a fine filmy robe, almost completely transparent, that promises everything and leaves nothing to the imagination.
Of course, I have seen Charlotte naked before, in that appalling video of her auction. There, she was close to tears and I was ready to take on the world on her behalf....
But here....
.... and now....
She is so different....
Confident....
.... In charge of her own life....
Pride sparks in me....
I helped you with that....
She's all but nude and.....
.... I'm really not sure of the protocol in these things. The little book of etiquette is silent on how to behave when presented with the naked vision of another man's woman. So, enticing as the view of her is, I try to pass over, to 'look without looking'.
Calmly, all trace of her previous silliness and the giggling erased, she takes Elizabeth's hand and Michael's, placing the two together. "Don't you want to play, Beth? You've said to me often enough that you wonder what it's like. Now's your chance."
Elizabeth looks up at Charlotte's handsome, blond husband, a flush rising from the neckline of her dress and once more, I scent my lovely wife.... Oh, yes.... You want to....
She looks between Michael and Charlotte. "Really? You don't mind?"
"No. Have fun, Beth. I promise you that you'll enjoy it. Michael's well.... let yourself find out."
She backs away, re-joining James, to leave Elizabeth with Michael watching her calmly, his eyes crinkling.
His nostrils are flaring....
He knows....