Masters & Lovers Box Set One

James

I think on that day, remembering the first day Charlotte met Richard, when I miscalculated so badly; when I reacted so badly.

I punished her, betrayed her trust.

And in doing so, I almost destroyed everything we had; everything that lay between us.

Never again....

.... I let her have other men.

What's different about this one?

When it comes down to it, nothing, except that it is her choice rather than mine.

Michael put a stop to sharing her....

But that was to stop her getting hurt....

Richard would never hurt her.

He respects her.

And she, him.

I watch him, red-faced, sweating, watching Michael slow-fucking Beth, then turning to watch me fingering Charlotte. Poor bastard....

.... He thinks he's the only one that's not going to get laid tonight.... Hardly fair....

*****

Richard

James moves in, sitting behind Charlotte, pulling her back against himself between his legs. Reaching forward, long-armed, crooking elbows under her knees to draw her up and lock her wide and open. He's not giving her any choices, but she doesn't seem to mind as he displays her wide and gushing cunt to me....

A woman doesn't react like that if she's not enjoying herself....

.... Turned on by me....?

.... Or by being displayed by her Master....?

Or both?

She whimpers as he pulls her in tight, straining her body. "Play with yourself, Charlotte. I want to see you good and wet for Richard. He wants to get his tongue and cock inside you." Do I?

Ah, Christ....

.... I do.

Elizabeth is wailing under Michael, all her focus apparently on him, but her eyes slide sideways at James' words. She's watching me, semi-mesmerised by her blond 'Lover', but watching me.... She can no more move than Charlotte, but she shows white teeth in that expression where a grimace and a smile merge, and her eyes point me down.... .... to Charlotte....

Dropping to my knees, I look between the green, green eyes watching me and the now bright red pussy, open, scented and being offered to me. Briefly, I exchange a glance with James, but his expression is bland as he offers me his sub.... The woman I know he loves more than life....

Offering two fingers, I reach, pushing into Charlotte's scalding entrance. The flesh burns and pulses and flows around the two fingers and as I twist to reach in and up to find her sweet spot, rubbing hard, she whimpers, squirming uselessly in James' tight hold.

And my cock jumps.

I want to fuck this woman....

Pulling my fingers free, there is a succulent sound and my skin is coated in a thick and fragrant honey. Sucking myself clean, tasting Charlotte, she's fresh and zingy with a hint of the sea. Dipping in again, I touch the fingers to her lips. "Open your mouth," says James. "Clean him up." And as she obeys him, I push inside in a kind of penetration.

So close to her now, she smells of arousal and sex and her eyes are like great green saucers. James, almost black-eyed, has an expression which I now know, is uniquely for Charlotte. Soft-eyed, controlling and, all at the same time, hers.... .... He looks down and away....

.... then back at me, then away again.

Abruptly he moves, standing, and taking Charlotte with him. Upright, contained by his arms she faces me.

"Charlotte. Turn to face me," he says.

She obeys him, looking down, in all appearance, the perfectly behaved sub. But he tilts her up with a finger under the chin, looking her full in the face as he speaks. "Charlotte, Richard is going to be your Master for the evening. You will obey him."

He's offering her to me?

Michael's head jerks up and he's suddenly paying attention.

Her husband....

James offering his wife...?

Is he angry?

Upset?

But it doesn't feel like that.

Charlotte's breath catches, but it's not a sound of arousal. If anything, as she semi-turns back to me, I'd say it felt like....

.... fear?

Of me?

Why would she be afraid of me?

Or am I missing something?

A quaver in her voice, "Master?"

It is fear in her voice....

And I don't understand. But James, a hand on either shoulder, steers her to face him, speaking softly. "You like Richard, don't you? And respect him? I know you do."

She's looking down, not to him. "Yes, Master. I do."

"And he's an attractive man. You find him appealing?"

That tremble in her voice is still there. "Yes, Master, but I thought that you didn't..."

But his arms slip down around her waist and he pulls her in close, very close, pressing his lips to hers. The kiss is warm and slow and could not be mistaken for anything but the kiss of a loving partner. And I just catch his murmured words. "Times change."

What am I missing?

They gave her other men....

.... Didn't they...?

Or it was me that was forbidden her?

Me specifically...?

Michael said something.....

And I swallow my laughter....

Of course it's me....

How did I feel about the idea of James near Elizabeth...?

.... Birds of a feather....

But now James meets my eye, pushing her at the shoulder down and towards me.

"On your knees for your Master."

She drops, and I am presented with the delectable Charlotte, naked and at my feet. Oh my God....

And how does she feel about this?

But from her kneeling, head-lowered position, her eyes rise to meet mine....

Oh, yes....

She wants this...

What will Elizabeth think?

But my wife watches me, hazy-eyed as Michael fucks her and apparently unconcerned....

When in Rome....

Did James intend this all along?

Or is it a sudden change of mind?

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Why?

James, like me still fully dressed, watching me, flickers his gaze down to his kneeling sub....

.... giving her to me....

My erection pulses.

I look down the valley of her breasts, her knees and thighs, kneeling but parted, the skin sheened pale gold by the flickering hearth and perspiration, the gold-red at the vee of her thighs.... And those eyes.... still raised to mine....

Green....

So green....

Like grass, or sunshine through some stained-glass window, of the reflected light of leaves on water....

Elizabeth's eyes are only a shade or two apart, but....

.... The intent....

It's strange. Charlotte looks so like my beautiful wife, and yet so unlike.

Elizabeth....

She loves me of course, and wants me, but her wanting is soft, sensual, luxurious.....

This is....

What? I don't know.... yet....

No one could be Dominant to this woman without her complete consent. I have seen how she reacts to the things that are important to her.

James is her Dom.

What a measure of the man.....

.... The woman who gives him her submission....

I have of course stood over my own lovely sub, just like this, so many times, her eyes as green as the sea, soft and submissive.

Charlotte's eyes are like jewels, beautiful, brilliant and bright, but with that edge that says submission is only by her choice. There is a glitter there that challenges....

Her eyes are captivating....

And all her attention is all on me.

I can do this?

For a last time, I look back to Elizabeth....

.... and Michael....

Her fingers claw into the sheets as he rides her hard. He's angling to catch her g-spot, hips twisting with the effort and she's gurgling her appreciation. As he draws her nipples up in his teeth, stretching and pulling, he's smiling, having fun. James was right, he likes women.

This is good for her, an adventure....

Is her life too proscribed since she married me?

Too much 'What is Expected' of her?

Again, her eyes cast across to mine, drop to the kneeling Charlotte, then point me down to her before Michael wrests back her attention with a thrust that makes her buck and yelp. As she convulses under him, he also looks back, following where her gaze led. As he sees Charlotte at my feet, he breaks into a grin before returning to ride his wailing lovely.

And how can I do less?

To insult Charlotte by refusing her?

"Charlotte?"

Her eyes rise to mine once more. "Sir?"

"I think you know what is expected of you?"

"Yes, sir."

My cock is fighting my clothing. Trying to hang on to my dignity, "Tell me, Charlotte.... Would you prefer to have me and your Master fuck you separately, or together?" "Together, sir." Her scent billows up and my shaft makes another bid for freedom.

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"How would you like her, Richard?"

What a question....

"I think bending over to start off with. That way, you and I both have access, while I get to know Charlotte a little better."

James' voice is bland, almost curt, but there is a twinkle to his eyes. "Over the horse, Charlotte, and spread."

I have to ask her....

.... ask her....

Stooping, I hook my arms under hers, lifting her until she almost looks me in the face. Keeping my hold on her, measuring her reaction with my hands, "Alright, Charlotte? You're happy with this? With me?"

But the quiver in her body is not anxiety. "Yes, sir. I am. If my Master is comfortable with it, then so am I." Those gem-green eyes linger on mine for a long moment.

So beautiful....

And I trace her lips with a finger. "Good. That's very good, Charlotte.... For now, over the bench and spread your ankles...."

And I've seen her pain resistance and her capacity for excitement. In a situation where she was being threatened with abuse and gang-rape....

.... Not games like these....

.... she was running high on adrenaline and excitement, her eyes wild with life....

No need to be too careful with her then....

.... She gets off on it....

Without even trying to be gentle I push her down, face sidelong against the leather-cushioned surface of the horse, shoving her ankles apart with my own. James gives her a light slap on the ass with his palm. It has an easy familiar look about

it....

.... Letting her know what's coming....

And I follow up, close behind, with something much harder, bringing my hand across her rump with force enough to sting my own palm as her flesh ricochets under the blow. She inhales sharply, but once more, her scent blooms. "Charlotte, what are your safety words?" I ask.

"Yellow, sir. And red."

Pale skin has blossomed pink under my hand and I rub at the spot, enjoying the texture of firm skin and toned muscle underneath, comparing it to the softer curves of my Elizabeth.

That's one sassy ass....

.... so pale....

More colour....

Another swipe across a peachy cheek and a good glow develops. I glance up at James, but he is leaning back against the wall now, the picture of nonchalance but for the bulge below his belt.

"Very good. And you like being fucked by more than one man at once? Understand that I am only asking you this because I do realise that you are in reality, no more a sub than I am." "Yes, sir. I do like it."

"And you enjoy some pain? It arouses you?"

"Yes, sir."

"How much pain? More than using just a hand?" I give her another slap, her buttock bouncing back against my hand. She gasps and jerks, but her rising scent tells me most of what I need to know about her arousal, and the gleaming trickle down her inner thigh tells me the rest.

She swallows hard. "Yes, sir."

James straightens up, waving across to his racks and shelves. "Feel free to use whatever appeals to you, Richard. Charlotte knows what is expected of her in here."

"Thank you, James. I appreciate that. In that case, I think I would like Charlotte to be able to watch Michael fucking Elizabeth while I try out some of your equipment...."

Like a small boy in a sweet shop, I wander along James' 'collection'....

He didn't stint on his budget....

.... Every man should have a hobby....

Returning to my 'loaned' sub, laden with my choices, I present Charlotte with the cuffs I picked out. She offers me her wrists and I fit them into place, a snug fit, full-length to the elbow. "Not too tight?"

"No, sir. They're fine."

Aiming a couple of fingers to a ceiling hook, "Over there. And stand to face Michael and Elizabeth."

As I loop rope over the hook, both James and Michael are watching me, James from his position leaning against the wall, Michael from 'station' over and inside my wife.

I clip rope to cuffs and tug Charlotte upright, then let her see me take the toys I chose.

Michael speaks, "Richard, if you're using a flogger and a paddle...."

"I won't abuse my privileges, Michael.... Now, Charlotte, I'm going to enjoy exploring your limits."