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
Now, with free access to me, my Master pulls open my lips and pussy, double-handedly, stretching me wide, the thumb of one hand pushing back the sheath of my clit. For a moment or so, he pauses, breathing warm over my exposed sex, then, very delicately, he traces the outline of my clit with the tip of his tongue. Trying hard to remain still, to remain quiet; nonetheless, I moan through my stuffed mouth, my hips shivering and jerking. He continues his work, lapping at my twitching bud, sending sweet pleasure stabbing through me. Continuously working me, he slips a finger into my pussy, which clutches at him in response, then a second finger, and a third. With his mouth wrapped around my clit, he sucks at me, circling all the time with his tongue, and the fingers rub up inside me at my sweet spot. My spiral up to climax is rapid, and the juddering of my hips quickly turns to the pangs of orgasm, blooming out in a slow vibrating wave from my fluttering pussy. It flows in waves, o
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 fingers, but then releases the hand to bend, nuzzling the inside of my thighs. His hand over the vee of my red hair, glistening wi
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