JamesI enter the lobby of Haswell building, heading across to the Concierge, a pretty blond girl, whose name tag declares her to be 'Cara' and who sort-of-knows-me from my numerous visits here. But as I cross the floor, a man, a stranger to me, stands from the reception seating, holding out his hand to shake."Mr Alexanders? Ah, good morning. I am Duncan Brady. Thank you for coming in. I was asked to meet you here." "I was expecting to see Bob Moran?""You were, but we've had a bit of a hitch and Mr Haswell asked me to meet you instead. I'm to take you up to his office."Haswell? Wants to talk to me?"Mr Haswell? Richard Haswell? The CEO?""That's right. He'd like a chat with you."Brady ushers me to the elevator and instead of going to one of the conference rooms where I was to have my meeting with Bob Moran, the Technical Director; I am taken to the Fifth Floor, the Directors' level.A pleasant looking woman at a desk waves us through. "He says to go straight in,
JamesAnd the weeks pass."Any plans then, for this next visit?" asks Michael."Yes, I thought we might stretch her a bit more, test her limits."He looks at me askance. "What does that mean?""I thought we could take her to the Club."He sniffs, rubbing his chin. "You think that's wise? That she's ready for it?""I'm not sure. But we can try it. Don't you miss the clubs? I thought you would like the idea?""I like the idea of the clubs with her, but only if she's comfortable with it.""She's been with plenty of others while we've known her. She's always enjoyed it, revelled in it almost. Why should the Club be any different?"He thinks for a moment. "It is a different environment. She might not feel safe.""You and I would be there."Michael nods but doesn't look convinced. "It's important that she feels safe."*****And she's here again....Charlotte kneels for me. I didn't ask her to or even try to play her into doing it. But as I sat in my armchair, sh
James".... You keep returning to me, Charlotte, and we make love, and we fuck. You accept every challenge I set you...." The dress falls, to puddle at her feet in a glitter of black. "You kneel at my feet, and you call me 'Master'."I hold her, naked, kissing her again, on her cheek. "How do you think that makes me feel?"Should I show her? Let her see it in me?.... No, not yet...."Master?"And from the lounge, there is the click of a lock, the clunk of a door, footsteps........ At last.... Michael...."James? Charlotte?""In here, Michael."Her head turns. As the footsteps approach, I stand, still holding her at the waist, stroking her, as we watch our mutual reflections. And as Michael steps into the room, his eyes meeting mine, full of question, her face lights up."Change of plan, Michael," I say. "We won't be going out this evening." At the vee of her thighs, I have my fingers in her warm moist curls, so vivid in the reflection against her Celtic skin.
JamesFor the Club, she wears the dress I bought her."Good choice on that dress," mutters Michael. "Didn't know you had it in you.""Thanks." My tone dry, "I used a professional shopper."He grins. "That explains it then." He glances around at the heads turning in her direction. "Doesn't it make you feel kind of privileged? She looks fuckin' spectacular.""Yes, she does. But as you said, let's make sure she stays feeling safe.""Of course." He looks around again. "They might want her…" He head-points a group of young wolves propping up the bar, "but they've got to get past us.""She seems relaxed enough anyway...."He nods."Want to look around, Charlotte?" I say. "We can show you around if you like, or just have a wander if you prefer.""I'll look around myself, Master.""Fine, Michael and I will be over here by the bar."She ambles off, wandering at random. Michael and I join old acquaintances at the bar who we have not now seen for several months. Chloe's he
JamesI position myself to see her face, leaning back against the wall. James, flogger in hand, trailing it over her skin, bends close by her, speaking quietly, her face pressed sidelong against the padding. She nods, and as he stands again, he mouthes silently to me...."Yellow and Red.".... Her safe words.... Standard enough....The flogger James has chosen is very much of the style he prefers. The tresses are very soft, with a suede-like texture. I've seen him stroke many a woman close to climax simply by trailing her skin with such tails, playing with her nerve-endings, until the last moment anyway.And he does this now with Charlotte, drawing the tails over her spine in a slow velvet touch that sends a frisson rippling through her.Her lips are parted, her panting rapid, but her eyes are sharp and aware, and as James flicks at her thighs, she swallows hard, meeting my gaze for a moment.And now he kisses her ass with the lash; again softly, enough to stir, not to st
Michael"So where do we go from here?"How do you mean?" James looks up from his laptop."It was your question as I recall. With Charlotte.... Where do we go from here?"James heaves a sigh. "Well, the cat's out of the bag. She knows that it's both of us and we're serious enough to have changed our lifestyle over her...." He stands, pacing the room. "Still.... Marcie and her big mouth may have worked for us.""How? I thought the idea with Charlotte was not to weird her out? With the idea of an established threesome...."He shrugs. "Well, yes, that was what I was thinking, but this way it's broken the ice without it sounding like you and me trying to put pressure on her. Whatever she thinks now, it's all her own thoughts, not ours.""What do you think she's thinking?""How would I know? You're supposed to be the empathic one. If you want to know, why don't you ask her? She's back again in a few days."I laugh. "Ever the pragmatist.""Michael, I'm an engineer. Almost
MichaelShe is so beautiful. Naked to the waist, her heavy breasts a little pendulous, her skin beginning to gleam, but I want more.Kneeling, I kiss the slight curve of her taut stomach, tracing her silhouette with my fingers from her ribs to her narrow waist and the curve to her hips. Then unbelting her jeans, I slide them down.She's plainly dressed underneath, for comfort, not seduction, in white cotton panties, but as I slip those down also, she smells of warm arousal. I lean in, mouthing at her, where copper curls glisten and hold her scent. And further inwards, lapping her clit with my tongue, she tastes of lemon and lust and love....She staggers, "Michael...." I look up. She seems lost for words, but she wants me. I can see it in her....… Oh, Babe, my Babe…She's unsteady, so I stand, lift her and lay her on the bed, where she lies, looking up at me with that incredible emerald-eyed gaze. One arm curved over her head, her knees raised a little, parted a little,
JamesI take the plans from my briefcase, schedules and contour maps I brought with me, spreading them out on the table. "I have the survey team going in now to assess the geological side of things, the state of the river bed, the stability of the surrounding terrain and so on. Assuming that doesn't throw up any really unpleasant surprises, I should be able to get the initial works started, from the technical side, within a few weeks. However, what I can't handle easily myself, is the admin for the permissions from the City for what's needed. I don't know the local officials and inspectors and it may take some.... um.... encouragement.... to come up with the permissions as quickly as will be needed."Haswell sucks in his cheeks. "And these are permissions for what, exactly?""Well, it's not just a case of building foundations for the bridge or sinking in pilings...." I sketch out on the plans as I go, illustrating my point. "It needs preparatory work to, in effect, canalise the r