Her Lovers' Touch

James

James

I have a lunch appointment with Will Stanton, Police Commissioner. When we first met, he wasn’t too impressed by me, I think regarding me as a s*x offender who ‘got away with it’. Since then, we have come to know each other a little better and our relationship is more amicable.

And now I have something specific I need to ask him.

“The address Klempner gave you is genuine enough….” Stanton slides the paper back across the desk to me. “…. but I wouldn't like to say how much of a sign of good will it is that he gave it to you.”

“No?”

“No. James, we’re talking about records more than twenty years old. This is the address where Klempner tracked Frank and Michelle Conners to. He had inside help of course….”

“Corby?”

He nods. “Almost certainly. With the advantage of hindsight, Corby, or under his real name, Elliot Bech, had already infiltrated the police force and was sitting on the inside with access to much of the information as to where the investigation was going. That's around the time Charlotte's father, Conners was murdered.” He taps on the scrap of paper with a forefinger. “But Klempner would know that area of the city was demolished. There's nothing left there to find.”

This isn’t what I want to hear. “Michael tracked down her parents’ marriage records to a church in that area. The parish records. And from that her birth certificate. There could be more to find.…”

He raises brows. “Such as? I think you've probably seen most of it with what you already have. What you need is a way of tracing where Michelle Conners vanished to after that.”

“But surely the police gave her a new identity….”

Stanton raises helpless palms. “Corby….”

Always f*****g Corby….

…. At least the bastard’s dead….

“…. He would have known about the new identity. After Frank Conners died, Michelle simply vanished, but she didn’t do it using that ID. After she emptied her bank account, there is no trace of the account being used again, or of say…. penalties on her driving licence, use of a passport, anything. That identity was left behind. Whatever Michelle Conners did next, she started again.”

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Pain….

…. Fear….

…. The gunman

My Jade, her eyes fluid and dark as she stares Death in the face….

…. Pain….

The gun firing….

…. A bullet slamming into her….

She falls…. Crying out….

…. Those beautiful eyes, wide and staring….

…. Lifeless….

“Master…. Master!” Someone is shaking me….

For a moment I can't escape the dream. “Master! It's me. It’s alright. You're here. We’re all here.”

My Jade-Eyes looks down to me, distress on her face.

Oh God….

And I pull her down to me, clutching at her. “I thought you were dead.”

“A dream, Master. It was only a dream. I'm here.”

Sleep-befuddled, confused, sweating freely, I gulp as I swallow. “I dreamed you were dead.”

She pulls herself slightly up and away from me, looking down, locking her gaze with mine. “I'm not dead, Master. I'm here and I'm very much alive.” Her palm cups my cheek. “You saw to that.”

And weirdly, I’m erect. “Turn over. Lift your hips.”

She frowns a little, but not in annoyance I think, just perplexed. But she obeys me, rolling onto her stomach, parting her knees. I force her wide, driving in. It's brief, almost violent as I ride her….

I want my mark on you….

…. I want you to smell of me, taste of me

…. Be f****d by me.

My hand twisted into her hair, I arch her backwards, straining her almost to breaking point. She’s gasping and panting as I take her, f*****g her hard.

I love her, more than anything, more than anything I ever imagined, but this isn't about love. It’s not even about lust or desire. It's about need.

And I need to feel you….

…. to feel the life in you

…. to hear you....

My climax spirals up quickly, the tension rising in my groin, my balls and the root of my c**k. At the last moment, I withdraw, slapping her rump.

“Turn over. I want to see your face.” Obediently she flips, and I plunge back inside her…

.... before I spill, spurting deep into her.

Mine!

As I drop forward, heaving and gulping, shame wells up inside….

To treat her this way….

“Oh, God, Charlotte, I’m sorry. I…. I shouldn’t have….”

But she simply smiles up at me, her fingers winding into my hair. “Master I'm alright. Everything's alright. You had a bad dream and that’s all.”

Mortified by what I just did, I can’t bring myself to reply. She continues, “Master, I know what it’s like…. to have the bad things from life, the things from the past, in your dreams. If f*****g me is what tells you I'm alive, that's fine by me.”

What did I ever do to deserve you?

It dawns on me that there is more that just we two present. Michael is there, propped up on an elbow. “You okay?”

My heart slows and the screaming in my head fades. “I am now.”

But he’s watching me, eyes calculating. And so is Charlotte. “Coffee I think,” he says, swinging his legs out of the bed. “It’s heading for dawn anyway….” He nods towards the bloom of pink and gold and opal out through the window. “Why don’t we call it an early start and take a walk around the lake?”

“Great idea,” says Charlotte, landing a smacking kiss on my mouth and bouncing out of the bed over me. “Come on, Master. Let’s enjoy the morning.” She flings open the window and the full orchestra of the dawn chorus bursts in….

What i***t had the notion that the countryside is quiet…?

…. and the bubble of my nightmare bursts and vanishes….

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