Chapter 64: Lovers, Part 12

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.