Michael wraps an arm around my shoulder, giving me a squeeze. "He´ll come round. He´s had a rough ride the last day or two. Let him calm down, and he´ll be himself again."But he doesn´t come round. My Master sits, by himself, in the lounge all day.The following day, it is the same. He sits alone, brooding.I make a pot of coffee, strong, the way he likes it. Timidly, I tap on the door. "I brought you coffee, Master.""Fine. Leave it on the table." He doesn´t look at me."I´m going for a walk, on the beach. Would you like to come with me?""No."Fighting back tears, I put on a jacket and head outside. I pass Michael."I´m going for a walk.""Want company?" asks Michael."No, I´m fine. I just want some fresh air. I won´t go far."He nods, looking unhappy, and I wander off, down to the sea.There is a strong surf. Autumn is coming, and waves toss their white heads before spilling over onto the sands. I follow the strand line, looking for anything more interesting

I lie in my Master´s arms, warm and comfortable in our new-found understanding."Master?""Hmmm?""Why did you push me into agreeing to marry Michael?""Did I?""You know you did."He flips over to face me, frowning. "You´re not regretting it? You do love him?""Yes, of course I do. You must surely know that, even if he has trouble believing me... But you and me..."He sighs. "Charlotte...." He holds me close, his face pressed against mine. "Charlotte, I´m so much older than you. If we´d met twenty years ago... Michael will always be there for you. He loves you. He´s utterly trustworthy. I know that you will always be safe with him.""How did you and Michael meet?"He looks startled at the question. "Why do you ask that, now?""Mmm... not sure... Perhaps because this is at least as much about you and Michael, as it is about you and me, or me and him...""True enough..." He rolls onto his back, staring at the ceiling. "We met at the clubs..."There is a long si

I watch the crane swinging a girder into position, with much hand signalling and shouting from a hard-hatted man below."Does it feel exciting?" I ask my Master.He grins. "It does actually. The pilings and foundations have been in for a few weeks, but this is the first part of the actual structure.""How long will it take?"He rocks his hand. "Should be more or less complete by the time you´re back at Christmas.""And your beautiful bridge will join the old and the new parts of the City."He gazes down at me. "Do I detect a philosophical edge to that?"Slipping my fingers into his hand. "You´ve been my bridge between the Old and the New..."He says nothing, but kisses me softly, a hand on my cheek. Then, "Michael should be turning up soon. We thought you might like to go out for dinner this evening...""A farewell party?""We won´t see each other for a few weeks.""I´ll come back some weekends.""I know, but you can´t do too much of it. You need to knuckle down

My breath shuddering, my eyes begin to close, my face to fall to one side..."No, look at me." Fingers on my chin, Michael steers my face back to his. "You´re so beautiful, Charlotte. I don´t think you know how beautiful..."My Master´s slow strokes, tonguing my swelling folds, send waves rippling to my blooming pussy that leave my breath juddering..."...When you come back, Charlotte, it won´t be here, and it won´t be the apartment. You´ll be coming home..."Arousal pulses from my pussy, up through my belly, washing over my breasts, puckering my nipples to rosy nubs."... And while it´s going to be rough and ready at first, it will be home, and over time, I´ll turn it into the home you deserve, that you´ve worked for, that you´ve earned..."As I gaze into Michael´s hypnotically blue gaze, the tension builds within me..."... Charlotte, I will give you anything in my power. I´d lay the world at your feet if I could. And I know of only one thing in the world more beautiful

MICHAELShe is so beautiful, standing there between us, James to her fore, me behind. My hands on her shoulders, I rest my face over her head, scenting her hair. James, with an arm around her waist, pulls her in close, controlling her, as he does, and as she loves. Kissing her, his mouth wide on hers, I hear her gasp, feel her body shiver as she responds to him.Behind her, slipping her waterfall of copper hair to one side, I slide down the zip of her dress, feeling the fabric ride her silhouette; her perfect breasts, the curve of her waist to hip, and as the dress falls away, her scent billows over me, almost an assault. As I nibble at her neck, the soft skin behind her ear, her head flings back against mine, and she swings her face back to me, trying to kiss, as she croons her growing arousal; sheer honey to my swelling cock as it presses to her through my jeans.James drops to his knees, holding her at the hip, his face nuzzling into the vee of her legs as he tugs at her panti