CHARLOTTEThe tongue withdraws, the mouth leaves mine, and my nipples are abandoned.And my orgasm recedes and fades, leaving me twitching and panting.And the two of them go silent, for a long count.Just as I am beginning to worry, I am touched again. Michael´s hand, palm flat to my belly, slides south, fingers winding through my wet curls until one presses over my clit. His mouth settles once more over my breast, his teeth be-devilling my nipples.A tongue probes into my pussy, deeply, wiping out inside around the ring of muscle, and to the rear, I am ass-fucked by a single finger. At all my most sensitive points, I am worked and probed and ...The sheer tide of sensation is irresistible, and my climax rises again, my core vibrating upwards to a pulse...And, once more, it stops.Oh, God...Feverishly panting now. "Hey, Guys. C´mon. I need to come..."There are only two soft chuckles in reply. My breath judders as, once more, it begins. I am losing track of who i
CHARLOTTEMy Master looks a little askance as I wrap one set of of fingers around the other.Beth breaks the awkward silence. "Would you like to come shopping one day next week, Charlotte?" she asks. "There´s me and a group of the girls having a bit of a get-together.""Yes, you should go, Charlotte," says my Master. Michael nods agreement.I hesitate. "Come on," says Beth. "Why not join us? Get yourself out, somewhere a bit more civilised for a few hours.""Um, maybe. Let me think about it."A few minutes later, Beth excuses herself, Michael directing her through to the hotel to find the bathrooms.Richard sits, silently drinking tea from a chipped mug."Charlotte, why so reluctant to go with Beth? You got along rather well with her, I thought?" asks my Master, after Beth has left the room."Yes, I do. but she mentioned her friends being there too. I don´t think I´d fit in very well." Eyes rolling at me, he pulls my hands out from between my knees, turning them ov
ELIZABETHThe door slams open from the conference room, and Charlotte, red-faced, clearly furious, strides out. "We´re going home," she snaps at Michael and James.They both look baffled. "Charlotte? What´s wrong?" asks Michael.She whirls on my husband. "Mr Haswell, I´m sorry, but you told me that this was about Blessingmoors. Not about some kind of witch-hunt on James."Richard looks perplexed. "What...?"James´ head swivels. "Sorry, Charlotte?""They´re trying to pin something on you, about the auction house and what went on there..."James says nothing, lips pressed tight, staring at the floor. Corby comes into the room after Charlotte. "Miss Conners," he starts. "I understand that you´re upset but...""Upset?" she hisses. "Upset? I´ve been brought here under false pretences." She glares at Richard. "Nothing was said to me about any attempt to attack James. And if you think I´m going to help with that, you can all go to Hell!"I have never seen Charlotte like t
ELIZABETHWe all sit over one of Ross´ excellent dinners. After the hash made of Charlotte´s ´interview´ by the paperclip counters in the police department, Richard believes that an informal setting will be much more likely to produce a positive response from Charlotte...And I agree with him.Charlotte, seated at the table, obviously enjoying Ross´ starter of immaculately cooked sea bass with buttered caper sauce, is flanked to either side by Michael and James, on one long side of the table...... Ye gods... but that girl´s got something. Her living arrangements might be unusual, but when I see James, with his aggressively alpha, protective stance, and Michael, with his angelic blond hair and glorious blue eyes, I can see why she has chosen it...And, glancing at Michael, that ´Angel´ has a dirty halo... He holds my eyes for the briefest of moments before looking away...... some of the possibilities do fairly boggle the mind. I keep my smile to myself, placing my hand
CHARLOTTEI look through old papers, riffling through, seeing snatches of words, phrases...´Ward of the court´...´, ...taken into care...´, ´...single parent deemed unfit...´...and stapled to the paper, an old photograph, tiny, curled up at the corners and badly creased.A woman looks out at me; young, pale-skinned and red-haired. Her eyes are badly shadowed. She looks ill. On the back, a name, "Michelle Conners."-----ELIZABETHAfter a few minutes of talking quietly with Richard, Will turns back to Charlotte."Charlotte... Miss Conners?She holds a small, very dog-eared photo in her hand, her eyes glossy. "Yes, Mr Stanton? And it´s okay. It´s ´Charlotte´." Her former antagonism has vanished.Will hesitates, looking at the photo in her hand. "Thank you, Charlotte. And it´s ´Will´."She nods, smiling. He continues. "Charlotte. I can´t give you that file, but there´s no reason I can´t have it scanned and copied for you, including the photo, if you would like?"She
MICHAELTen minutes later, I lead Charlotte by the hand into the Centre; it´s time the staff met my fiancée. If nothing else, it might persuade Tracy to stop making cows eyes at me. She was never in with a chance, and lately, she´s been a bloody nuisance."Do you mind if I use the gym first?" asks Charlotte."Of course not. Use anything you want. Let´s get you some gear."I point her at the shop front. "Pick out what you want." She chooses trainers, jogging pants and a top. I add in the kind of heavy-duty sports bra that a girl with her figure needs, and a swimming costume. "Female changing rooms are over there," I point. "And the gym´s through there. I´ll see you there in a few minutes."By the time I´ve done a quick round of the staff, and checked if anything needs my attention, Charlotte is already in the gym, jogging on a treadmill, upping the speed as I watch."Everything alright?"She nods, beginning to perspire as she warms up, so I join her on the next machine, jo
CHARLOTTEI look through endless photos, some in old books, some on databases. I flick pages, click websites; weary of seeing blue eyes, brown eyes, scars, black hair, long beards, goatee beards, clean-shaven, bald, sharp-eyed, dull; hundreds of them. On the laptop, I set the gallery of strangers to ´Slideshow´ and let it simply play, one face after another, flicking past every few seconds.Michael comes in, bearing a tray of mugs. "Coffee?""Oh, lovely. Yes, thanks."He peers over my shoulder. "Nothing?""Nope. I´m not even sure now, I would recognise someone I knew. It was so long ago. I was just a kid, and... and I think I´m going blind looking at this lot.""Is it just random strangers they´re showing you?""I don´t think so. I think they´re suspects in people trafficking cases, but there´s so many of them."Something familiar flashes by my peripheral vision, and my head pivots back to the screen. "Whoa..."I stab at the keyboard, reversing the slideshow. What did
Up in Reception, my Master vanishes into his office to fetch the files he needs for the meeting. I am about to leave for my own office when Richard flags me down from the Conference Room."Charlotte, don´t disappear. Fetch your notebook. I want you as Meeting Secretary for this one."I follow him in, along with the rest of the attendees, trying to identify the Thorntons. I assume that they are the two men, one elderly, one much younger, who sit to one side of Richard.Another man, whom I don´t recognise, starts to seat himself several chairs away, then sees me. He looks again, very unsubtly checking me out. I look away, but he moves from his original seat to the one next to mine. He does not, however, sit in it.Instead, he perches on the edge of the desk next to me. He´s good-looking, in an oily sort of way, but his smile is pasted on, fake. "Well. Hi there. You´re new, aren´t you?""Fairly new, yes." I make a show of arranging my notebook, ready to take the minutes. and