"Welcome back! Mr Haswell. Mrs Haswell." Beaming, my Master's PA, Francis, rises from the seat behind her desk, already moving for the coffee machine. "I do hope your honeymoon was everything you hoped for?""It was, Francis, yes," says my Master. "And thank you for the wedding gift." He gives her a lopsided smile. "I never suspected we would need personalised His and Hers socks until Elizabeth unwrapped the parcel."Her lips twitch. "What else do I give to the couple that has everything? Including now, the partner each so richly deserves." My inner glow at her words reflects in her warm smile.Crinkly-eyed, my Master jerks a thumb toward his office door. "Is there much waiting for me?"Francis pulls a face. "I filtered out as much as I could, and I've put anything that looks like a late-coming congratulations card in a separate pile on your desk. The main items for your immediate attention are a short letter from Alexander Thornton asking for clarification on some details with the Pen
Will turns to me. "Beth, while it's just you and me, there's something I'd like to say to you.""Oh?" I wasn't expecting one of those conversations. I take shelter with my wineglass, giving my hands and mouth something to do. "What's that then?"He gives a half-smile. Perhaps he expected my reaction…A knack for reading people?You don't become police commissioner without it…Will continues, "Old friends and, I'll admit, shameless intrigue aside, I really did want the chance to talk to you properly."I feel my face pinking up. "I was in a bit of a whirl actually. At the wedding, I mean. I kept trying to talk with people, but…""Too many strange faces?" He sounds sympathetic… "… The thing is, when you marry the wealthiest man for a hundred miles, everyone who's anyone, or who thinks they're anyone, wants to be seen to be there. And for reasons of… diplomacy… Richard has to go along with that kind of thing. As his wife, I'm afraid you must expect to be at the heart of a lot of political
Slipping off my robe, in the dim warmth of our bed, I lie under the blankets with my Master, enclosed by his embrace. We lie together, not speaking, just being, listening to the music and the drifting words…I lie abed alone at night and see with only dreaming eye…Through panes, the moon casts silver trace…The shadows form my lover's face…Beside me now my lover lies…"Lovely music," I say. "I don't know the piece. What is it?""Not sure," he says. "I just set a play-list going, chill-out music." He tilts his head, listening. One arm looped around me, his fingers idle between my shoulders, stroking. I'm not sure he even realises he's doing it. Fingertips trail between one shoulder blade and the other, grazing the nape of my neck before winding lazy circles around the top of my spine."That's lovely."He blinks out of his reverie. "Hmmm? What's that?""What you're doing there, Master. It feels lovely.""Does it? I'll keep going then, shall I?" The hand skims my body. Not hard. Not wit
My Master sheaths himself inside me…And he holds. "Elizabeth, a good sub always gives easy access to her Dominant."Hint taken…Canting my hips. I swing my legs up and wide, to wrap around his waist, but as I do so, he withdraws, slapping palms to the back of my knees, leaning his weight forward to spread me further, my legs doubled back, my sex spread, displayed and accessible.He releases a little pressure from my knees. "Can you hold that position?""Um… Some support perhaps, Master? Under my hips."He nods, short and sharp, then tugs a pillow from his side of the bed, pushing it under me and into the small of my back. "Better?""Yes, much better." I shift, flexing my spine, curving back on myself to keep my legs splayed as my Master wishes."Good girl…"He doesn't smile, but his pupils are huge and black as he trails fingers along the inner thigh of one leg, then reaches for the other with his mouth. To one side, nails once more dig in, a pin-prick line of pain which trips downwar
The dim evening shadows have been replaced by brilliant morning sunshine, a snap to the air and a sheen over shaded streets where the frost hasn't faded.In my Master's office, he flips open his laptop, then aims a finger at the plan drawers. "A lot of this kind of work is done using computer models and I'll get that forwarded to you, but sometimes there's no substitute for having the information laid out in front of you."The finger jabs down. "Second and third drawers. You'll find a lot of what you need in there. Schematics of the City, street maps, service plans and so on." The finger swings to the filing cabinet. "Bottom drawer. Guides on which areas are demarcated as residential, industrial, retail and so on. Help yourself. Sing out if you can't find anything. Any questions, Will should be here later this morning. Alright?""That's fine, Master. I'll get myself familiar with everything first."He nods a smile, then turns back to his laptop, checking through his emails, I think. Af
Bob Moran's office is right next door. In well under a minute, a knock at the door, and without waiting for an answer, my Master's Technical Director enters.His face florid and his breathing heavy, he moves slowly, his movement laboured. My Master frowns as he sees him, pulling out a chair. "Have a seat, Bob. Coffee?""No, I'm good, thanks…" He flops into the chair, his forehead is sheened with sweat… "Doc's ordered me off coffee." He nods acknowledgement. "Commissioner.""Mr Moran." Will sits back in his seat, sipping at coffee and brandied steam. "So what can you tell me about progress with this bridge of yours?""That it's good news. I've located an excellent man for the task. The preliminary ideas he offered were imaginative and appealing…" He glances at my Master, who nods happily… "… And the follow-up work he's done since is top-notch."I interrupt. "I'm sorry, but how is something like this imaginative? Building a traffic bridge?"My Master's lips quirk and he exchanges a glan
My Master sighs. "My Love, if you don't stop doing that, I swear I will bend you forward over this table and fuck you until there's a map of the City tattooed on your cheek."?Whoops!All unintentionally, my left hand on my file, my right hand has been stroking his thigh."In fact…" He slants me a look… "Elizabeth, stand up. Bend forward."I shoot a glance to the outer office. "Francis…""… Isn't due back from her lunch for another thirty minutes. I don't plan on taking nearly that long." Nonetheless, he strides to the door, turns the key in the lock, then draws down the blind on the internal window.He turns back to me, brow cocked, arms folded. "Elizabeth?" Sucking in my smile… "Yes, Master...." … obediently, I turn back to face the conference table. As I'm about to lean over, he swoops in, carefully scooping up a great armload of my layers of plans with their stuck-on notes, then lays them just as carefully down on his own desk.Striding across, he stands over me. "Face down on th
For the umpteenth time, I check my reflection.Gathered under my breasts, the silky fabric floats to ankle level, glinting like black starlight as I move. The haltered top enhances the line of my neck and shoulders and gives me the chance to display my Master's gift to me, an emerald teardrop suspended on its silvery chain.He stands behind me, his hands on my shoulder, kissing into my neck. "My Love, you look stunning. You can leave the mirror behind.""Sorry, Master. I'm just a bit nervous."The hands slide from the shoulders to my waist, then give me a squeeze. "It's only an overblown party. There's nothing to be nervous of.""But this is my first time as your wife. And always before, there was only us, or just a few, like the Thorntons. This is the first time I've come out with you like this. So public. There for everyone to see."Laughter ripples through his voice. "I'd like to think that you don't need to come out to be seen with me."He has a point about my small verbal faux pas