Masters & Lovers Box Set One

James

The wee, small hours.... I lie in that semi-doze which, warm and comfortable and with my Jade in my arms, is so soothing, so restful, sleep itself seems barely needed.

But gradually, I realise that her breathing is not the slow steady rhythm of sleep. "Are you awake?" I murmur.

"Mmmm, yes." Her voice is quiet, subdued.

I lean back, trying to see her face. "Are you alright?"

"Do you think we offended Richard?"

"No, I don't. I think he was simply being careful of Beth's feelings. Remember, he knew what was planned for the evening. She didn't."

She nods, a little sleepily, but looks dissatisfied....

Worrying?

Then the light dawns....

We all simply tumbled into bed. Michael went out like a light, but of course, he'd just finished 'seeing off' Beth. Charlotte....

.... and for that matter, I....

.... never finished the evening.

Easily dealt with.

And I essay a hand down her spine, the other semi-cupping her breast, gauging her reaction....

She inhales, long and slow; a deep breath that speaks of Desire and Want and Need....

.... and I'm happy to deliver all three.

"Would you like to make love? Finish what we started?"

"Mmm... Yes." And she reaches for me, contouring to my body as, my shaft rising by the moment, I cover her mouth with mine. "We'll take it nice and easy, shall we."

"Whatever you want, Master." Her voice is warm and slow, her body comforting against mine as she opens to take me.

She's already wet, already liquid. I sink slowly into her. "Now tell me that doesn't feel good?" I say.

And head pressing back, she laughs, a merry, joyful sound bespeaking everything that lies between us. "Yes, Master. It feels very good."

As I move within her, there is more movement to the side; Michael. "I wondered when you two would continue the evening."

I flex my hips, winding around inside her and drawing a groan. "Everything in its time."

"Couldn't agree more." He climbs out of bed. "Who's for a drink?"

*****

Richard

As we enter the beautiful mirrored room, all a-glimmer with candlelight, the three are there, awake and.... occupied....

Michael sits to one side, a glass of wine in hand, but he's watching James and Charlotte, entwined in the sheets of the huge bed which takes up most of the room.... Ye Gods....

The expression on their two faces....

When Charlotte, kneeling before me, looked up, I saw.... Lust.... Desire.... Whatever you want to call it....

But that is not what I see now, or at least, it is a minor part of what I see.

Adoration?

Outright worship?

And James is the same. For a man who normally wears a mask for a face, the naked emotion there is almost embarrassing.

Love like that is rare....

And yet, no jealousy?

Complete trust?

And it comes home to me, what it must have cost James to marry her to Michael....

He offered her to me....

.... And I refused....

.... Because I love my wife.

And yet Michael, Charlotte's husband, sits there, watching them, apparently relaxed and enjoying himself, the glass held loosely in his hand dripping condensation. Does it bother him? Watching James with her?

No....

He told me that she has always loved James more than him....

Is that true?

Elizabeth and I exchange glances. The sheer unspoken devotion there to see is almost embarrassing.

Charlotte, just for a moment, looks sidelong, towards Michael and her intense expression transforms into a sunshine smile, broad and bright.

No, he's wrong....

She loves him utterly.

But it's different....

Michael blows a kiss back at her, then leaning forward with his glass, swipes the dew-drenched surface over a rosy nipple. She squeals and bucks and James jerks in mid-movement between her thighs.

His face all little-boy-mischief, Michael repeats his action on the other nipple.

"For God's sake, Man. Ease off," groans James. "She's going to break me in two."

I laugh, and Elizabeth stirs beside me. Abruptly, Michael is aware of us, his attention swinging our way, and his smile of love turns to a beam of welcome.

James follows his movement, looking back over his shoulder.

"Want to join us?" asks Michael, his eyes roaming Elizabeth, elegantly gowned in a towelling bathrobe.

She looks to me, but only for a moment. "Er.... it looks like fun."

That little-boy smile again. He offers his hand, inviting her to the bed.

But James says something to Charlotte, then lifting himself away from her, rolls to one side....

And she lies there, her hair a tumble of copper and old amber, her eyes like Stalag searchlights, swooping to me ....

Christ!

My shaft bucks to life under my robe and that part of me which stands apart, watching my own actions, kicks me in the ear. Michael is talking quietly to Elizabeth. I can't make out the words, but she's nodding and smiling as his arm snakes around her.... She's fine....

.... and I return my attention to Charlotte, naked under the sheets, the outline of her slightly-parted knees clearly visible.... .... offering herself to me....

James' expression is bland save for the slightest creasing at the eyes and the corners of his mouth as he tilts his head towards her.

.... and offered to me....

My mouth is dry, but my cock is throbbing. A wine glass is pushed into my hand. Another is offered to Charlotte who sits up, the sheets falling to one side, leaving her beautifully bare-breasted, those breasts heavy and a little pendulous, a welcome to any man. The shifting light of the candle flames ripples over her, casting her skin in gold, her gem eyes in bronze and her nipples in rose.

And from the mirrors all around, a thousand reflections of her watch me....

.... and wait....

And still, I waver, sipping at my wine to take the dryness from my mouth.

I want you....

.... I want to make you scream....

Charlotte, unspeaking, looks between me, James, Elizabeth and Michael.... Expectant....

.... And finally, takes the initiative.

Passing her glass to James, who accepts it calmly, she takes my hand and cups her own breast with it....

My heart thumps against my ribs and a pulse of pressure surges through my veins, banging through to my fingertips, leaving them tingling. The arteries in my neck grow tight and my cock thrumms....

You want it?

You've got it....

I set my wine flute to one side, carefully, trying not to betray the tremble of my fingers, then draw closer to the emerald-eyed enchantress before me.

"What do you like, Charlotte?"

And her gaze is direct, a challenge. "I think you know what I like. And I'm pretty sure that you like it too." She shifts under the sheet, a subtle movement, but nonetheless, an invitation.

Charlotte is alive, alert, with nothing of the semi-hypnotised expression Elizabeth wears as she watches from beside Michael. Looking like some sprite or nymph taken straight from classical legend, her face is sharp, feral with anticipation, her hips rising to meet me....

.... Wanting to be fucked....

Waiting to be fucked....

I can do this?

I look at James, at Elizabeth....

I can do this....

Enough!

And I power forward, circling her wrists with my fingers, pushing her down as she gasps and heaves, strong-arming her hands over her head.

A raised finger and a look....

Stay there....

I want to see what I'm going to fuck. I want her naked. I want her body open to me. Snatching back the sheet, I survey my prize for the evening as she arches.... so slightly....

Fuck me....

And that perfume.... I scented it before, but then I was uncertain, unsure of my prerogatives. Now it rises from her, the scent of sex, the scent of lust....

Fuck me....

My erection twitches and abruptly, I realise that I am not only scenting Charlotte. Elizabeth, still close by Michael, is also responding, the handsome blond man looking down at her with a keen eye. He winks across to Charlotte and her attention drifts from me....

Not having that....

.... and I drag her focus back where it belongs. Delving between her thighs, slick and warm, I pinch at her clit, so small, but stiff and hard....

Easy to find....

She's ready now....

.... James was already on her....

.... in her....

And I see no reason to be careful, or gentle....

It's not what she wants.....

.... or needs....

And dropping my mouth over her breast, I teethe at a hard nipple, hard enough to make her yelp, all the while fingering her bud, teasing it with thumb and forefinger.

She bucks and jerks, starting to rear up, but abruptly lands flat again with a whoosh from her lungs....

Startled, I look up, to see James, eyes slitted but teeth showing whitely, with his hand pressed flat to her chest.

Why is James allowing this?

.... Encouraging it.....

"Spread 'em," he says. "Let him see what's on offer."

She obeys him, widening her thighs. "Further," he says.

She stretches, displaying herself, catlike and supple, her body laid out for my enjoyment. As she obeys him, James curls his hands around hers, wrapping her fingers around the bars of the bed-head. Her belly draws in tight and flat against the upward curve of her breasts. The smooth taper of muscled thighs to splayed knees, the heady perfume rising from her loins....

You look good....

Really good....

She's wet, very wet, her juices already smeared over satin skin and the curled gloss of her pubic hair. I find my thoughts wandering between Charlotte's presentation and Elizabeth's smooth waxed pubis, such a contrast....

Charlotte's foxy curls gleam with gold highlights, an invitation to my fingers to wind and wander. Spiralling through auburn coils, my skin wetted by warm honey, I explore her, enjoying her mewling as I glide in to investigate swollen lips and her hot and streaming pussy. Slipping a finger inside, probing a little, the pulse of flesh and the jolt of muscle is my reward.

Wonderful....

Scooping a palm under each of her legs, I lift, opening her at the knees, enough that I can brush over her sex with mouth and nose, inhaling and tasting as she quivers and shudders against me. James' voice: "Richard, would you like her restrained?"

Christ, yes....

"I think I would. I'd rather like her squirming, but helpless."

James, for all his poker-face, is having trouble keeping the smile from his voice. "Sounds good to me.... Michael...?"

And my wife's blond paramour is there. "Gimme a mo.... Richard, do you prefer ties or cuffs?"

Hmmm....

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.... Always nice to have a choice....

"Ties I think. Much easier to tension properly."

The rope Michael returns with is ideal....

.... There's a surprise....

.... silky and soft. It won't chafe or rub sore spots, but it will knot and restrain very effectively....

Ummm....

.... Ground rules?

"Er, is this going to be just me? Or will you two be...?"

James wears that nonchalant/apparently disinterested/but not really look I'm coming to recognise....

.... and not be fooled by....

..... "Let's say that you can call on Michael and me for assistance should you wish." He glances back at me. "Charlotte enjoys a challenge."

The lady in question gazes up at me with eyes like a cat....

I'll bet....

"I would never have guessed."

Michael breaks in. "If you don't mind, I think that Beth here would like some attention. I'm sure you two can entertain my wife while I'm busy."

Elizabeth flushes, her chest sweat-sleeked and juddering as it rises and falls, but it's a flush of desire as she gazes up to the tall, golden man beside her, with sex and her in his eyes.

It would never have occurred to me to think that I might enjoy sharing the task of restraining a woman. Normally, however enjoyable, it's a slightly awkward operation, having to loop around a wrist or an ankle, then cross over to the other side of the bed, or the horse or the frame, to work the opposite side.

But with James there, he working from the left, me from the right, of Charlotte, it is the most natural thing in the world to loop and knot the rope, then toss it across for him to complete the operation at the other side. I could almost whistle a merry little tune....

Heigh ho. Heigh ho. It's off to work we go....

And judging by the final cracking of James' 'severe Master' expression, I'd say he feels the same. As I pitch a coil of rope to him, he loops it around an ankle and then, flinging it back, breaks into a grin.

But the austere expression is painted back into place as he eases the cord tighter at the wrists of the vibrating Charlotte.

Eyes like immense green moons....

She loves this....

It's delicious. It's wild, exuberant and liberating. How can a woman look so like my beloved Elizabeth and yet feel so different?

James stands back, as one admiring the view, tapping a forefinger to his lip. "Anything else, Richard?"

I pluck at the cord. "I think her knees could be little further apart, don't you? I rather enjoy being able to lounge between a woman's thighs when I get my tongue up her cunt...."

She quivers....

".... Space to work, that's the thing."

.... and she's responsive to suggestion....

Phenomenal....

So far as she can, in her state of extreme restraint, Charlotte lurches. "Come on, guys. I can't move as it is."

James' hand whips to a bedside drawer. "Did anyone ask your opinion?" From the drawer comes a clamp; a toothy-looking affair which he holds to her face, clicking it at her before snapping it over a nipple.

Her answering screech, the jolt of her body against the bed and the ropes, echoes against the walls. But her pupils are wide black pits, her neck and chest are waxing scarlet and the fragrance of her arousal flows freely with the growing gleam

between her legs....

Pain....

.... She really does get off on it.....

This kind of pain anyway....

James meets my eye again, then sits by her, stroking over her engorged pussy with a single finger before inserting.

"Feeling hot, aren't we?" he says.

Charlotte simply lies there, panting, but from behind me, "I don't think this is necessary, do you?" It's Michael, pulling the robe from Elizabeth, letting it lie puddled on the floor as he explores her with busy hands.

Before me, Charlotte, with James gently finger-fucking her as she shivers and trembles. Behind me, Michael, his hands wandering over Elizabeth, one tormenting a breast, the other lower, fingers reaching inward through shiny thighs.

And my cock pulses again....

Christ.....

Is this what it's like all the time for the Triad?

James offers to the trembling Charlotte a second clamp, sliding chill metal over hot skin, slipping down to her breast. All around me, there are a thousand reflections of my wife, her mouth wide and open, wailing as Michael, one arm hooked around her waist, takes her measure. Slick and shiny, long adept fingers scissor into her, the slight movement I can see translating into her howling response as, for the second time in a few hours, he takes her up the path to climax. Oh.... God....

And I drop to my knees, my face to Charlotte's sex; the tang and the taste of her; the delicious pungency of her open cunt; the flavour of salt and citrus in my mouth as I explore heated skin, tender flesh and sensitive nerves with lips and teeth and tongue.

My face wet with her honey, I take a breath of air, to hear behind me, "Enjoying the show, Beth?"

Michael has his own way of teasing a woman....

She doesn't reply and for several seconds there is only the sound of laboured breathing. But then, a yelp.

Quickly I turn to see what might have distressed her, but Michael winks at me as he speaks again, angled close by her face. "I told you before, Beth. It's not rhetorical. I expect an answer when I ask you a question. Are you enjoying watching your husband tonguing my wife while I finger you?"

Still she simply heaves and quivers in his embrace, lips parted, face spellbound. And this time I see the movement as he pinches at her clit.

She shrieks....

"Beth...."

"Yes. Yes. I'm loving it. I'd no idea, but I'm loving it...."

And the blood to my shaft surges....

Still, if you like it....

And I edge around, clearing the view so that Elizabeth can see me, see what I am doing.

Her eyes fix on me as I stoop to trace the outline of Charlotte's labia with my tongue-tip. She mewls as I nudge circles around her clit, first over the sheath, then, thumbing back, over the tip, winding down to the base, working a little harder with each circle, and enjoying her increasingly frantic response, gurgles and groans rising to moans and wails, and the increasing flow from her tender and swollen pussy.

Michael's voice again. "Look at him, Beth. Look at your husband, enjoying my wife. Do you want me to tell you how she tastes? What Richard is tasting right now, as he drinks her in...."

There's a whimper and a rustle, but he keeps speaking. "... Lemon, brine, and the perfume of a sexy, lustful, healthy woman...."

Then his voice drops. I can't make out the words, but after a moment, the pair move, he pushing her to bend face-forward over the bed. "Move over a little. Your husband wants to see you when I lick out your cunt...."

I'm going to shoot into mid-air if this keeps up....

But with a mouthful of Charlotte's pussy lips to suck and chew on, I'm not about to disagree.

Peripherally, I see him manoeuvring her. "Ass up. That's it." Then, edging her feet apart, "Further, Richard's right. A man likes a bit of room to manoeuvre."

And it's supposed to be James who's the Dom...

But I don't say anything other than a general "Mmmm," as I enjoy my aperitif of Charlotte's delectable pussy.

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Michael drops to his knees, treating himself to a similar repast, as provided by my wife.

What's James doing?

Just enjoying the show?

Voyeur...?

But from the general region of Charlotte's other end, I hear, "Would you like me to remove the clamps, Charlotte?"

Her voice is shaky. "Please, Master. Yes."

"Fine. In a while then." A movement and screech.... The pussy in my mouth pulses and throbs, searing juices spilling over my tongue.

Close by, Michaels' voice again. "Can you do that again, James. Beth rather enjoyed that. And I'm sure Charlotte did too."

Did she now...?

"Really? I think we can arrange that...."

That movement again. This time I hear the snap of the clamp as James squeezes hard over her nipple, and she screams....

And this time, keeps screaming.... She's going into melt-down and I, with my mouth clamped over her entrance, am getting the benefit. Every second or so, the throb of hot flesh and a pulse of honey to suck and lap and drink. My hands gripping her thighs, I pin her ever more

firmly as she shudders and shrieks her way through orgasm.

And I want to fuck....

I stand, my robe hanging open, cock at the ready.

"Would you like to finish off your wife?" asks Michael, from his position by her ass. "I think you'll find she's good and ready for you."

"Abso-fuckin-lutely,"

He stands, stepping swiftly aside as I take his place and with the sense of relief denied, spear into her, full-length, then hold, taking a couple of breaths while I regain some measure of self-control.

Composure regained, I plough her with an even cycle. Long, powerful strokes that start slow, end fast and hard, to leave me satisfied and her juddering and gasping.

James has taken over where I left off with Charlotte, crouched over her on all fours, pumping her hard in her bound

ussy raised position. It looks awkward but neither seems bothered by that, his expression intent, hers ecstatic, as their flesh collides.

Michael tops up his wine from the bottle sitting on ice, then, as I pump her from behind, sits beside Elizabeth, glass once more in hand.

The glass drips moisture....

.... He's not going to...?

But no, the glass stays well away from my Elizabeth's swinging breasts. But his eyes rise to meet mine as he dips fingers into the chilled wine, holding them there for a few seconds. Then his eyes drop again to his target.

As I thrust steadily, fingers wet, and almost icy, snake between my Elizabeth's legs, and with a movement I cannot see but only imagine, gently play with her bud.

She comes almost on the spot, spasming around my cock....

Fuck!

.... to kick off my own overdue climax. With a hoarse cry, I spurt, splashing into my beloved Elizabeth, and eyes squeezed closed, am vaguely aware that somewhere nearby, James and Charlotte are making similar sounds....

Michael....

....

He hasn't....

As I emerge from a climax that leaves my head reeling I see, still sitting to one side, Michael's erection throbbing under the play of his own fingers as four hot and sweaty bodies collapse out of climax around him, Michael watches the show with the slight head-tilt of the connoisseur offered a fine wine.

With a last grind of the hips, I knot my hand into Elizabeth's long, sweat-soaked hair, steering her towards the blond man's lap. "Open up. Michael's going to blow off in your mouth."

She's all co-operation. Her lips parting wide, she strains to take him....

She wanted to do this.....

.... her mouth working hard, she licks at the slight stream of pre-cum which glistens on the purple-red head, then opens to take him as I pump her head up and down over him.

His head flings back. His gold-bright hair is dark with moisture and sweat trickles down his reddened face as teeth bared, he grunts and bucks at the hip.

Releasing Elizabeth, I sit beside her to stroke her hair, letting her finish him off with hand and mouth as she feels best. Greedily she laps and sucks before his hands, apparently involuntarily, snap out to grab her at the wrists. "Enough! Beth, I

can only stand so much."

She relaxes, then sitting upright again, presses herself back again me, her spine transmitting the dying echoes of orgasm through my chest.

Michael drops, elbows on knees, his body bouncing a little to a heartbeat thump. But then, sitting up again, he tips her face to his with a finger, pressing his lips to hers. "Thank you. That was wonderful."

Looking back, James lies panting and sweat-soaked. After a minute he blinks hard, as though refocusing, then rolls off the bed, snagging up robes and tossing them around.

What is the appropriate thing to say here?

Just the obvious....

"James, Michael, Charlotte. Thank you. That was.... unforgettable. Elizabeth....?"

She flushes up again, ducking her head and tying up her robe. "Yes, thank you. It was wonderful. I've never done anything remotely like that before. It was an amazing 'Birthday Present'." She turns to me, her hand on my cheek. "Thank you too,

My Love. For allowing that."

A voice, a little tremulous, emerges from the bed. "Hey, guys.... Could someone untie me please...."

Charlotte, the feral expression gone, now all little-girl-lost, is still bound tight in a tangle of sheets and robes and we all burst out laughing.

Michael stands to untie her. "Sorry, Charlotte. We're forgetting about you aren't we..."

James' voice is dry. "I don't think she's too traumatised." And her answering grin is wicked.

As the ropes come loose she wriggles fingers and rubs at her wrists then sits next to Elizabeth. Her eyes slide to mine. "You started that as a birthday present for Beth, but I think you enjoyed it more than you expected."

Oh, God, yes....

"Charlotte, I have no words for how much I enjoyed that. And no, I didn't expect it."

And her eyes travel the room, settling on James, then Michael and back to James.

And very clearly, she's hoping....

"Well," says James, stretching and rubbing at his neck, "if you want to do it again sometime, it's something we can talk about."

Elizabeth....

I cast an eye to her. She bobs her head down, looking to Michael, then back to me. "Um, I'd love to, if you want to."

Play it straight....

This isn't the situation for 'coy'....

"A repeat of one of the best evenings I've ever had? Yes, I think I could handle that." And I remember my manners. "Thank you, Charlotte." I stoop to kiss her. "That was wonderful, and.... um.... I am beginning to understand how your unusual

family arrangements work."

Michael produces the bottle from the ice, tipping the rest of the contents among the glasses. "A toast. To Beth. Happy Birthday."

"To Beth, Happy Birthday."

"To Beth, Happy Birthday."

"Happy Birthday, Beth."

And Charlotte, tossing me a wild, delighted grin, "And Many Happy Returns...."