by Simone Leigh
Just as we both sit, either side of the desk, my Master’s eyes crinkling in amusement, there is the sound of a key in the lock, and the cleaner opens the door. “Oh, sorry Charlotte. She says, I’d not realised you were still in here. I’ll come back later shall I?”
“No, it’s alright. I was just finishing for the night.”
I close my laptop, ready to leave, but I still have my problem.
Not to go back to University?
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Waiting for my Master to finish talking with Richard, again I wait out in Reception, reading a textbook.
I should set up a tent here….
My Master sees me through the internal window, tapping a ‘Five minutes’ signal on his watch to me.
And now, Daniel is here again, standing over me. “Hello again, Charlotte. Our paths seem fated to cross.”
Truly uncomfortable with him now, I shuffle up the couch, trying to distance myself from this intrusive man. “Hello, Daniel.” I say, head-pointing into my Master’s office. “I’m waiting for James. If you’re looking for him, he’s in with Richard.”
He ignores my words, instead glancing over at my book, mouthing words to himself….’Computational Fluid Dynamics…’ Those are long words, wouldn’t you say?”
Needled; “No, I don’t think so. Patronisation; that’s a long word, I would say.”
He fails to take the hint, continuing blithely on. “I wondered if you’d thought again about coming out with me?”
“No, I told you. I’m not interested.”
He seats himself close to me, too close, and I lean away from him. “Hey, c’mon. You enjoyed my company. I know you did. We could get together some time, couldn’t we?” He touches my arm, stroking it slightly.
“You’ll have to ask James.”
“I don’t need to ask him surely? You can decide for yourself.”
“I have decided for myself and I said, ‘No.’ I mean it. Now leave me alone.”
“You were happy enough to have me bang you before. Don’t you think you’re giving me mixed signals? Playing hard-to-get?”
“No. I don’t give mixed signals. And I don’t play hard to get either. I play, or you don’t get me.”
Daniel, with his back to the window, has not seen that Richard, glancing up, has noticed what is happening, and is muttering something to my Master, who twists around to look. As he sees Daniel, he scowls and stands.
Stepping out into Reception, he does not look happy. “Hello, Daniel. Something I can do for you?”
“Just chatting to Charlotte here.”
“Yes, I can see that.” Lips pressed hard together, his eyes skim over me……
Jeez…I’m going to get it off him later…
“Leave her alone, Daniel. Was there anything else? No? Then, Goodnight.” His expression is severe, the message clear.
Daniel shrugs and leaves, trying to catch my eyes as he goes. I look away.
“Has he been bothering you?” demands my Master.
“Not much, no.”
“Not much? This has happened before?”
“Er… yes, a few days ago.”
“Were you planning on telling me about it?”
“If I told you about it, every time some guy comes on strong, we’d never talk about anything else.”
His eyes narrow.
Oh, shit.
“Is that right?” He turns on his heel and returns to the office.
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Later, driving home. “Master. Are you angry with me? About earlier today, with Daniel?”
“No. It wasn’t your fault. I could see that you were not encouraging him….”
*Relief*
“…. however, I have dispensed with Daniel’s services.”
“You’ve sacked him?”
“Yes.”
“You didn’t have to do that. He wasn’t bothering me. I’m quite capable of saying ‘No’.”
“He was bothering me. You shouldn’t have to keep saying ‘No’.”
I stare down. “You are angry with me.”
He glances sideway at me, then relaxing, he smiles, taking my hand and giving it a squeeze.
“No, Charlotte. Really, I’m not. You will have to forgive me. I’m in unfamiliar territory when I suffer jealousy over you. You’re right. With your looks, you are bound to draw male attention. I can hardly hold it against you, especially when I can see you refusing it.”
I stare out of the window.
Let’s hope it stays that way……
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Back home, despite my Master’s words, I am expecting a reaction.
I am not disappointed.
He stands over me, an arm to either side of me as he leans against the wall, caging me with his body. If I were not sure that he loves me, I would be intimidated.
“My first choice, to remind you how to behave, and who you behave with, is to strip you naked where you stand, slam you up against the wall and fuck you til you scream….”
My pussy floods…
He bends to nibble at my neck, whispering “…. And my second choice is to say something like that to you to get you aroused, then carry you to the bed and make love to you.”
Wow……..
His smile is gentle as his lips brush mine, so softly, fingers caressing my hair. As I lean into the kiss, his arms sweep around me at head and waist, pulling me in close. The kiss long and leisurely, slow and coaxing, his stubble scraping slightly against my skin
My Master does not often make love to me. Usually, we fuck, and hard, but now, the mood is upon him, and his touch is tender and passionate. He is such a beautiful man, but seldom does he show me this side of himself. In this mood, I see his soul.
His fingers in my hair, he trails kisses down my neck. He smells sweet and musky, a clean masculine scent that always sets my blood pumping. Fingering the tie of my bathrobe, he unravels it, pulling the robe apart. Stooping to kiss the top of my breasts as the garment falls open, he takes one nipple between fingers, and the other between his lips, sucking gently.
I am trembling now, my fingers stroking through his hair as he loves me with his mouth, my nipples crinkling to tight peaks. Then standing upright in front of me, he slides the robe away from me entirely, leaving me naked before him.
He cups my large, slightly pendulous breasts, lifting them a little, almost as though feeling their weight in his hands, before, reaching up into my hair again, he removes the pins and clips that hold it under control. He finger-combs my long locks to fall free, still a little damp from my shower, loosely about me, tumbling over my shoulders and breasts, to drop by my waist.
His dark eyes are all but black, pupils wide. Still without electricity in our home, our lighting is from candles. His lean face is cast to chiselled shadows by their flicker.
He doesn’t move, waiting, I think, inviting me.
And now, I open the buttons of his shirt, slowly, one by one, to reveal his broad chest, with its fine scattering of dark hair, and his taut, flat belly. I unbutton his cuffs and push the shirt away over his shoulders, and down.
Tracing the outline of his muscles with a finger, I follow the fine line of hair down his abs to where it vanishes below his belt. He bulges to the front, but as I move to his belt, he takes my hands, moving them away. “Not yet.” he murmurs.
Then he slides arms under my torso and hips, and, eyes soft, crinkling at the corners, he lifts me, carrying me to the bed, lying me carefully down. Sitting beside me, he brushes my hair away, fanned over the pillow. His hands sweep over my body; my belly and breasts, my thighs, down my calves, as though trying to consume me, the whole of me. Fire jabs, exquisitely, through me, my core liquefying, and I sigh, arching, reaching for my Master with outstretched arms. Silhouetted against the candles, the dancing light makes a dark halo of his hair.
He takes one of my hands in his, our fingers lacing, and he kisses my f
ingers, but then releases the hand to bend, nuzzling the inside of my thighs.
His hand over the vee of my red hair, glistening with my juices, his fingers stroking me deeply, slowly. Sighing, I spread myself for him, my fingers tunnelling into his hair, as he opens me wide with swirling fingers.
He dips deeper, sheathing his tongue inside me and I gasp, shuddering. And now he is working me open, his tongue lashing inside me, driving me wild.
“Master. Please. I want you inside me.”
He pulls himself upright, looking pleased. “As my Virgin requests.”
Standing, he unbelts, doing battle with his own erection to release it as he unzips. I giggle.
“Don’t laugh, Woman.” he growls. “A man has to have some dignity.”
“How do you have dignity, when you have body parts with a will of their own?”
He chuckles. “I’ll show you….” and naked, he lies beside me, resting his face against my chest, I think, listening to my heartbeat.
I stroke him, his cock swelling further, filling my hand. The blunt head of his erection pressing my palm, I rub finger and thumb over the ridge, enjoying the twitch and jump of his response.
“Enough!” he says. “You’ll finish me off.” And pulling himself above me, resting his weight on his elbows, he teases at my pussy. “Ready?” he whispers.
“Mmm, yes.”
“Thought so. You’re very wet.” He nuzzles against me, not entering. His movements are small, but my body responds, my heart pounding as he presses his flesh against mine, tantalising my swollen core.
My breath catching, I try to swing my hips, to take him inside me, but he withdraws. “No.” he murmurs. “Remember who is Master here.”
I relax, lying quiescent. “That’s better. You can have a little more now.” And he test-probes my entrance, pushing his cock-head slightly inside, stretching me open, but not penetrating deeply. He holds the position, his cock gripped by my palpitating pussy.
He sighs, dropping his head to my chest, his own breath juddering and I feel the shiver of his lean thighs as he fights for his own control.
“I want to fuck you brainless, but I’m not going to. We’ll take it nice and slowly this time.”
“Master, please.”
“No. Do as you’re told.”
I obey, to lie quivering, as my Master penetrates me so slowly, only a little at a time, before withdrawing again. My pussy vibrates, trying to clench around him, but he holds himself free of me until I settle again. Then again, he teases inside me, making a couple of short quick thrusts, again winding me tighter, something coiling up tight inside me.
“Please….”
“Please, what?”
“Please, Master. Please get inside me…”
“Like this?” He plunges deep inside me, hilting himself, then again withdrawing.
Hips bucking, I convulse and moan.
“Like that?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Want it again?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Ask nicely then.”
“Please, Master…”
“Please what?”
He’s playing me, but I can feel him trembling. He’s having difficulty restraining himself….
“Please, Master. I want you inside me.”
He thrusts again, a single time and withdraws. Again, my hips jerk, and I thrash under him.
Two can play that game….
He’s not expecting it. His weight is still on his arms, but I reach around to embrace him, pulling him down onto me. Now, he wraps his arms around me, and I make my move, heaving suddenly, to roll, taking him with me. I have just enough time to register the surprise on his face, before he breaks into laughter as I scrabble for position. Now, he is on the bottom, and I straddle him.
“Yes, Master. I do want you inside me.” And I writhe my hips over him, positioning his cock at my entrance before sliding down on him.
Will he let me do this?
My Master sighs, lying back as he looks up at me, laughter in his eyes. “Nicely done, Madam.”
Winding my hips in slow circles, taking his shaft with me, I feel him hardening further inside me, enlarging. Slipping up and down on the cock deliciously within me, I take it just as slowly as he did, revelling in the feel of the head slipping in and out of my tight, but flooding pussy.
He gives himself to me, allowing me to take control. His eyes close, but his breath quickens as I increase the tempo a little.
“Good?” I ask.
For a moment he is silent, then, “It’s like the Glory that was Greece and the Power that was Rome.”
And, straddling my Master, speared by him inside, I collapse into helpless giggles as he gazes up at me, his smile broad and bright.
Seizing me by the waist, he starts to thrust upwards, taking me with him….
Michael
Clicking the door quietly open, I hear laughter, Charlotte’s. There is a rippling quality to it that can only mean…
The bedroom door is open. Glancing inside, unseen, nonetheless, I see them, she riding him.
Always you can see that she loves him, but seldom does he drop the mask, to be able see that he loves her. Right now, both their faces are alight, in rapt adoration of the other.
She looks fantastic. Straddling his hips, arms curved above her head as she displays herself to him, her thighs are spread wide, taking him inside. Her waist and hip and spine blend into a tight curve, her breasts lifted high by her upraised position, the nipples hard and puckered. And her hair is a vivid splash of red against her pale skin, a smooth cascade over shoulders, breasts and waist. Her eyes are lit with joy and lust and love.
Her skin glistens, slick with perspiration, and her lips are parted in a way that always makes me want to push my cock between them. Her grey-green eyes flash in an expression of sheer feral lust that makes my balls tighten, as I watch her rock and rotate over James’ cock.
My own cock twitching into life, quietly, I retrieve a bottle of wine from the snow bucket outside, then, pouring three glasses, carry the tray into the bedroom.
They both look my way, faces welcoming.
“Ah, Michael.” says James. “Good timing there on your part.”
Charlotte simply flashes the smile of Eve at me, offering me apples….
I sit on the edge of the bed, sipping my wine. The glass is frosty, dripping with a chill dew.
Reaching forward, to her nearby nipple, I trace my glass over the puckered nub, and she gasps, flinging her head back. Simultaneously, James groans.
“Jeez..., go easy…. You’re making her clench.”
I laugh. “How to disable a man.” And I trace the glass over her other nipple.
Again, she groans, and once more, James reacts, grunting, before pitching his head forward. He shudders, his hands grasping her hips, pulling her to him, jerking spasmodically as he pumps into her.
“If that’s how you disable a man, how do you enable him?” I ask.
After a few moments, he relaxes back, his expression wry. “I had rather intended to keep that going a little longer.” he complains.
“I don’t think you’ve suffered much.”
Charlotte still says nothing, but her eyes are alight with invite.
“Room for another there?” I ask.
In reply, she stoops to kiss James on the lips, then lifts herself away from him, kneeling on the bed, looking across at me.
Time for action….
I put my glass aside, but pass another to her, and to James. He sits up, pulling himself to the far side of the bed, setting himself to watch.
Charlotte simply kneels at the edge of the bed, taking a sip, then cradles her wine as she watches me undress.
As I look at her, naked, flushed and sweating with arousal, scented of heat and sex and James, her thighs shiny with her own juices and James’ cum, my cock, already at half-mast, swells and hardens. And still she simply watches me, with that wide-eyed/feral/little girl expre
ssion that makes me want to plant myself inside her, face or cunt, and fuck her ‘til she screams.
I’m gonna make you scream now….
…. and I don’t think you’ve come yet….
Pulling sweater and tee-shirt away over my head, kicking off shoes and jeans, my erection growing by the moment, I stand over her, offering myself to her.
She watches my cock, then, raising her eyes to mine, she parts her lips….
I push myself at her. Wrapping her mouth around the head, she licks me clean of pre-cum. As I knot my fingers in her hair, she works her mouth up my shaft. Dropping to all fours on the bed, she slides a hand inwardly, massaging my balls and the root of my shaft.
James reaches from behind her, between her legs, I think playing with her clit. Certainly, she responds, shaking and shivering, yelping occasionally. Not feeling entirely comfortable with her teeth around me just now, I pull away.
“Turn around.” I say. “Head down, ass up.”
Compliantly, she turns, dropping to rest her face on hands flattened to the sheets, and presenting me with her slick and swollen pussy, and her beautiful, pale rear end. James would leave that covered in his handprints, red on the white of her skin, but I can’t bring myself to spank her….
Do I fuck you up the cunt or up the ass?
Let’s have both….
Inserting a finger into her dripping pussy, I coat it in her juices, intending to open her up at the back, but she squirms and moans, her ass wriggling at me.
You really are feeling sensitive aren’t you….
I shove in a couple more fingers, aiming for her sweet spot. She cries out, semi-rising back onto all fours, but I push her down with the palm of my hand between her shoulder blades.
She wants it badly.
“You want to come, Charlotte?”
She nods, gasping as I work her g-spot.
“How do you want to come? With your clit? Or with me inside you?”
Her face pressed against the sheets “…inside me….” Her voice is broken, hoarse.
“Okay, but you’re going to have me inside you both ways….”