RICHARDSince James' invitation, I've been anticipating with relish the idea of 'playing' with Charlotte. I'd thought after Elizabeth's birthday that Charlotte would want to too, perhaps even be enthusiastic about the idea...Once more...."Any favourite films you like to watch? Elizabeth always loves watching Christmas movies..." I talk across the table. "What's that one you like...?"Elizabeth covers her mouth, swallowing down a mouthful of something, gulps, then, "The Snowman. I don't know how many times I watched it, but I still always cry at the end. What about you?""Yes, it's a good film. I like it too." But her words are lacklustre. There's no enthusiasm there.And I know for a fact that Charlotte enjoys old movies....".... but when I see all those old movies, you know, 'It's a Wonderful Life' and 'Christmas Carol' and all the rest, I've never had a Christmas like that...."Yes.... It's meShe doesn't want....... doesn't want me touching her?The food si
RICHARDBetween courses of the spectacular meal, nature calls. I rise from the table. "Ummm..."Michael points out of the room. "Down the hall and on the left. I'll show you. Heading that way myself."In the bathroom, "Michael, am I missing something? Elizabeth and I are here today at James' invitation, but Charlotte seemed uncomfortable at first. At least until he made it completely clear to her what his intentions were." The blond man shuffles on his feet."Is it me?" I say. "Have I done something to offend?""No," he says quickly, zipping up. "It's not you.""What then?"He rubs at his forehead. "The fact is.... that our relationship with Charlotte has had its ups and downs. And some of the downs were very down."The sound of laughter echoes down the hall. He glances toward the dining room. "Look," he says. "I'm happy to have this conversation with you sometime. But not today, eh?""I understand. But you're sure everything is alright with Charlotte?""The way
"Happy Christmas, Charlotte," I say. "Do you want to play?"Do you want me...?And at last, she smiles. "I do, sir, yes."My groin tensions, a pulse rippling to my shaft and my blood pressure rocketing. James also twitches a smile, then backs off to lean against a wall with an expression of apparent disinterest....Yeah.... Right...."Good, stay there," I say to the beauty at my feet. "I'll just be a moment."Leaving her briefly, I choose a spreader bar from James' collection. His eyes follow me, but he maintains his fake nonchalance.And I stand over her once more....How to play it?She's happy....Be a Dom....I school the smile off my face, holding out the spreader bar. "Wrists." She offers up her hands. "James, would you please."He moves across to strap the cuffs into place while I hold the bar in position. Once she's restrained. I hold it in the centre and, to her sharp inhalation, lift her bodily to a standing position. As I haul her upright her nippl
James steps forward from his post by the wall. "She doesn't have to choose." Pinning her gaze with his, he takes the other crop, swishing it to one side then the other, making a humming arc through the air before standing to one side, but still where she can see him, legs akimbo, tapping the crop across his own palm.She watches him, then me, as I unlink my cuffs....You had that one right, James........ unbutton my shirt, take it off and remove my shoes. Stripped to the waist and barefoot, I take my chosen crop again and now caress her with it.It's the lightest of touches; a butterfly kiss to the skin. And she shivers under the touch, her gaze travels my body....Checking me out?And in turn, as I play her, I take the time to look at and appreciate the body of the delicious Charlotte. Although I have seen her naked before, the first time was in that appalling video of her auction: in the most unarousing situation imaginable, with this delightful girl close to tears as sh
RICHARDCharlotte is shaking violently. James pauses before her, touches her cheek, then drops to his knees, his face pressed to her sex.She responds with a drawn-out wail, trying to arch....Tonguing her clit?I take a moment to watch Michael with Elizabeth. Kneeling upright on the end of the four-poster, she's turned to face us but her eyes are closed. Her arms stretched up by a rope and spreader, her waist taut, breasts lifted, he's behind her, supporting her with one hand flat to her belly and doing something from the rear.He says something close by her face and her eyes open, settling on me, watching as, still behind Charlotte, I also kneel, hand-fucking her, gently at first but gradually harder and harder as she grows more and more out of control. Pumping at her, I use a couple of fingers at first, then add a third. I push in, finger-fucking her hard, then harder, twisting as I go, reaching for her sweet spot....Should have asked him if she likes anal....Still..
RICHARD".... And a partridge in a pear treeee..."Michael conducting, singing by rounds, we finish singing The Twelve Days of Christmas. "Don't know about you," says James, "but I'm pruning up. What's say we get out and dressed and settle by the fire again?"Sounds good to me....Michael jumps out of the tub, grabbing a robe. "I'll dash ahead and give the fire a boost."The rest of us return to the lounge to find the hearth burning brightly and Michael stacking a fresh supply of logs to the side.Charlotte passes me a paper hat from the crackers. I feel a bit of a fool, but James' gaze and mine meet. Wordlessly....Fools together........ we each put one on.Who cares?It's worth it to see her smile...Charlotte has that 'faraway' look as she stares into the fire, her mouth curving."So how is your first real Christmas going so far, Charlotte?" I ask.She says nothing, simply flashing white teeth to me then turning away....Going teary?Elizabeth tugs at
Our final night. Tomorrow it's back to the airport and the return home. We sit together in what passes for a tea-room in Helsinki, looking out of the window over the square. Mitch flips through a tourist guide. I kiss the hollow of her collarbone where, around her neck, are the emeralds I gave her. "Thank you for wearing them."She turns those eyes on me, deep, deep green; lambent. "They're beautiful. Thank you for giving them to me.""Not as beautiful as you."She sucks at her lip then nods out to the snow-covered square. "It's a lovely statue. It says here..." She holds up the tourist guide... "... that she's called 'The Mermaid' but she looks like a woman to me.""She has a lot of names. 'Merenneito', the Mermaid is what the artist called her. But she's usually called 'Havis Amanda'."She looks briefly at the guide again. "It says too, that students put a cap on her during some festival called 'Vappu'. It must be quite a climb for them."I huff a laugh. "That's not al
MICHAELJames rolls the razor over the line of jaw to neck, angling in the mirror to see the result."You've got it all," I say. "Bloody nuisance for you having to shave as often as you do."He harrumphs, then, "Maybe I should grow a beard." He looks himself left then right in the mirror. "What do you think?""It's not my opinion you should ask." I cock my head towards the door."Mmmm." He runs a finger from chin to ear, sucking in his cheeks. "How is she?""Pretty hyper. I'm beginning to wish I'd not told her about the address; checked it out first myself. I could easily have found a different Christmas gift if I tried... If we get there and don't find anything. If her mother's moved or died...""Worst scenario..." says James, "No-one's heard of her at all. No-one knows anything. Anything else is at least a step forward.""Yes, but that's really why I wanted you to come along too. If it's bad news, I can't drive and hold her hand too..."Charlotte bounces into the ro