Chapter Thirteen - James
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Chapter Thirteen - James
I’d not meant to walk in on them. Working, I was ready for a break and simply followed the smell of coffee.
But as I enter the kitchen, it’s plain that Michael is cornering Charlotte…
Again…
“Ah, my apologies. Didn’t mean to interrupt…”
… then I realise I shouldn’t even have spoken…
Charlotte breaks into a laugh. “You’re not interrupting. I was telling Michael to get out of his wet clothes.”
The Hmmph escapes me unbidden. “A likely story.” But I’m laughing inside as I follow the drips on the floor. “Michael, whatever your plans were, get a dry robe on. Charlotte, if that pot of coffee is fresh, you can serve it all round.”
“Of course, Master. Sit by the fire. I’ll pour you some.”
By the time Michael returns, now in a robe, hair roughly towelled dry, I’m stacking the fire with extra logs. There’s a look in Michael’s eye…
He leans back in his seat, bare feet propped up on the table as he cradles his coffee. He meets my gaze, exchanges Temptation’s Glance. “Charlotte, where are your mother and father?”
“They went out. Mom wanted to get some new things for Vicky.”
“And Cara and Adam?”
“They’re in the nursery…” She waves a hand at the baby monitor, blinking but silent. “They’re asleep. Why…?” She pauses, mouth hanging open… “Ah…” … as she looks to him, then me, then back again.
Michael sets his coffee mug down. “Charlotte, your Master expects to be serviced. Strip.”
A snatch of air…
Our shared wife responding…
Her breath quickening…
Charlotte’s eyes widen with that Rabbit In The Headlamps look she gets. Fingers at the buttons of her blouse, she slips them open, sliding the garment back over her shoulders. Already she’s flushing, crimson highlighted against her pale skin, the white lace trim of her bra. Michael slings back his drink. I finish mine. Charlotte stands naked before us.
My turn to speak…
To Master her…
Setting my mug by the hearth, I move to stand over her, eye-pointing the worktop. “Charlotte, lean forward over the counter. Facedown. Legs open. Spread your arms forward.”
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