Mastering Charlotte

Chapter 20

Michael

In the flickering candlelight of James’ mirrored room, he sits in an armchair, glass in hand, watching us, several sets of cuffs displayed on the small table next to him. Charlotte’s eyes pass over the cuffs, hover over my face and then she looks at them again properly, biting her lower lip.

Alright, Charlotte?” I ask, my hands on her shoulders.

She looks uncertain, nervous, but then looks into my eyes. I do my best to project confidence and soothing vibes. After a few seconds, the tension eases from her body and she smiles and relaxes. The smile is a little wan, but it’s there.

She nods. “You’ve um… done this before?” she asks.

“Many times,” I say, kissing her on the forehead. “You’ll be fine. Really. I think you’ll surprise yourself.”

ReallyJames says nothing, wearing a robe, chin resting on his fist, his eyes travelling between the two of us as we speak.

I wait a few seconds more, then start to undress her. She’s wearing a simple wrap, soft and silky in a plain black satin. Her flaming hair spills over the fabric, loose to her waist and her pale face contrasts against its dark gleam. She is naked underneath, her heavy breasts swinging slightly as she moves.

Taking it slowly, so that she understands what I am doing, I untie the belt at her waist, allowing the garment to fall open, then pushing it back from her shoulders, let it drop to puddle at her feet.

A little colour rises on her cheeks and she swallows hard. For all the ride she has taken with James and me over the last few days, she’s still not used to being naked with a man.

Ah, Sweetheart….

It’ll be fine….

And it’s a novelty for me to have a woman behaving like this…. quite touching, more so because it’s obviously genuine; there’s no artifice there….

Marcie could take a few lessons….

I tilt her chin up to meet my eyes. “Don’t be embarrassed. You’re beautiful. I want to see you like this. We both do.”

She gulps again, nodding against the pressure of my hand.

“Good.” A hand around her waist, I pull her in close, brush my lips against hers. I’d like to strip off myself, but my c**k is already straining inside my pants and I just want to take it easy with her.

Don’t be too eager….

“Michael, would you like to…?” James holds out the cuffs, eye-pointing me at the end of the bed.

I know what he wants. It’s not as though we haven’t done this together scores of times over the years, but this time it feels…. different.

Take me down the rabbit hole….

Taking the first set of cuffs, I tighten it around her left wrist. “Not too tight?” I ask. “It’s not hurting you?”

Silent, she shakes her head.

I attach another cuff to her right wrist.

“Lean forward over the end of the bed.” She nods, still a little anxious, but obeys. Leaning over her, close by her face, I whisper, “Watch yourself in the mirrors. And watch us.”

As I fetter her to the bed, arms spread wide, I say, “I think you"ll enjoy this, Charlotte. A lot of women find that being restrained is very arousing. You give up control, but you get back a kind of freedom to simply accept and enjoy what happens next.”

Still she remains silent, her breathing shallow and rapid, a thin sheen of perspiration across her face. She’s looking in the mirrors, first locking eyes with me, but then, as I follow her gaze, she’s looking at James. He’s watching her face too. Wordlessly, he passes me the next set of cuffs and, gently easing her legs apart, I cuff first her left, then her right ankle to the feet of the bed.

James, undressing, positions himself on the bed, to kneel by her face. His c**k is twitching to life, and I’ve got to admit, so is mine. For all her nerves and worry, Charlotte looks simply amazing.

Once more, I lean into her, kiss her on the cheek, her face pressed to the bedcovers, “Relax.” I kiss her again. “I promise you are going to enjoy this.”

She smiles again, her eyes meeting mine, and I drop to my knees behind her.

Get her warmed over…. she’ll soon relax….

Aaahhhhing warm breath over her p***y, I stroke her lips with a finger.

Aaahhhhing James is playing with her lovely hair, copper red in the candlelight. “Are you alright, Charlotte?”

She’s beginning to gasp and almost by the moment, her muscles are easing, the tension draining away as she surrenders to the experience.

“Yes Master, I’m fine, just… aaahhhh….”

aaahhhh…I grin to myself at her reaction as I taste her, drawing my tongue through her now swelling folds. Glancing sideways, in the mirrors, I can just see James presenting his c**k to her mouth. She looks eager enough to accept it, but it’s hard to see past her sea of hair until suddenly James gathers it up, sweeping it to one side. And now I have an unobstructed view, at least with my peripheral vision, of what they are doing.

“My apologies, Charlotte,” he says. “Of course, you should be able to see. When you have two men f*****g you together, you should be able to enjoy the show.”

And at his words, her p***y spasms and floods, hot juices washing my face as I chuckle at her reaction to his words.

She was a virgin three days ago…?

… but she’s learning fast….

I lap her up, trailing my tongue between her folds, then, meeting her eyes in the mirror, hold her gaze and grin as I show her what I’m going to do next.

Slipping back the sheath, I hold myself poised, lips parted over her clit, making her wait. Her self-control is about to fail.

That’s it, Babe. Just let it go….

Her hips juddering as she watches me, James is laughing.

“Nice one, Michael. Make her squirm.”

She’s such a pleasure to f**k and f**k with, in whichever way we do it. Her sheer enthusiasm…

Suckling on her bud, I angle myself to hold her eyes as her back arches and strains under my assault on her libido.

She’s not simply being obedient to her contract….

…. she’s loving this….

…. every minute of it….

Her breath is coming in great gasps as she shudders and trembles under my attentions, and the whimpering noises she’s making are all of pleasure….

Time to take you all the way, I think….

Turning fully into her, my face planted into her s*x, I tongue-f**k her as deeply as I can, only pulling out to break for air as her streaming p***y flows hot over my skin.

Her moans grow louder, more…. more….

What’s the word…?

…. wanton perhaps?

Certainly louder….

It’s not just her p***y that’s drenched. Her skin is hot and flushed, sweat rolling down the back of her thighs, her whole body surrendering to the experience as she struggles against the cuffs restraining her at wrist and ankle.

“You’re getting very noisy Charlotte,” says James of a sudden, and abruptly her noises are muffled. I can’t see from my angle, but I’m guessing he’s just shoved himself into her mouth.

And at that vision, my own control begins to break.

…. those beautiful lips wrapped around a long hard c**k….

Before I lose it entirely, I stand, open her up with my fingers and spear her. She doesn’t need any more preparation. She’s as ready as she could be, and I simply shaft her, as hard as I can.

She bawls as I bang into her, but sounds muffled. She’s hot and tight and slippery and it feels…. just great.

And the sounds she’s making are amazing. I was right. James is face-f*****g her, and her muffled squeals are plugged by his c**k.

But I know what James has in mind next. He’s not ready to come yet and I’m looking forward to seeing what comes next.

… but first, I need to….

And I let go, climaxing with a grunt as I press home into her, spurting in my load to mix with her honey. As I grind into her, she presses back against me….

…. does she realise she’s doing that…?

…. increasing the tension and the pressure as I shoot….

Oh, Godddd…..

Finally, I can’t stand any more, and I pull away, her cunt sucking at me as I withdraw.

…. time to show some appreciation….

I swat her across the buttocks. “Ah but you’re a great f**k, Charlotte. I’m going to enjoy this week. And I’m going to enjoy watching this now.”

thisShe can’t reply; she still has a mouthful of James c**k, but her eyes meet mine again in the mirrors and she knows I’m telling her something.

…. no need to spoil it for her….

…. I bet she loves this….

…. I bet she this….…Mmmm…. time for a glass of wine while I watch the performance….

“I’m not going to fully face-f**k you yet, Charlotte,” says James, freeing himself from her. “Perhaps in a while. But we have some other games to play first.”

Her eyes roll as he extracts a flogger from a drawer, but doesn’t protest. It’s in red leather, a beautiful piece in fact. He must have paid plenty for it.

James locks eyes with me as he draws the soft, almost suede-like tresses over her skin. I know what he’s asking me.

…. make sure she’s okay….

“Charlotte, I’m going to test your limits. You will find this pleasant at first, but when it is too much, you must tell me, and I will stop. Do you understand?”

She nods. The tails caress the curve of her spine, the flare of waist to hip….

“Tell me clearly, Charlotte. What will you say when you want me to stop?” he continues. “‘No’ isn’t good enough. ‘No’ often means ‘Yes’ in these cases….” He licks the back of her thighs with the flogger, not enough to sting, but carrying the promise of what is to come….

…. she shudders, drawing in a breath….

“…. What will you say? Your safety word, Charlotte?”

Does she understand what safety words are….?

She hesitates, then “Heartbeat. My safe word is ‘Heartbeat’, Master.”

“Good Girl.” And the leather kisses her again, this time on the tender inner skin of her thighs….

…. she jolts, her body spasming….

….. but she’s not distressed. I watch her carefully, wineglass in hand, smiling to reassure her….

Her eyes are wide, pupils huge, black against jade, and she cries out as the lash comes down again, this time singing through the air to deliver a real bite.

…. James knows what he’s doing with that thing….

…. but although she’s straining, writhing, she’s not fighting it. If anything, she’s embracing the pain, leaning into the falls as they sting across her flesh

She screams as the lash burns across her buttocks again, but it’s not a cry of fear. If anything, it’s ecstasy….

And her eyes, rising to meet me, are wide, glazed almost….

Fuck! She’s really into this….

James meets my gaze, the question there. I simply brow-flash him.

She’s fine….

And the lash comes down once more. She screams again, triumph in the sound.…

“Please, Master….”

“Do you want me to stop, Charlotte?” says James, pausing. “Remember your safety word.”

“No, Master. I don’t want you to stop. I want….” She’s scarlet with arousal, sweat dripping down her face, her mascara running to ruin. “I want….”

“What do you want, Charlotte?” I ask her quietly.

“I want….”

“Yes?”

“I want… oh, God. f**k me. Please f**k me. I want to c*m. I need to cum.” There’s an edge to her voice, almost of desperation. She’s not afraid or scared of the pain. Quite the opposite. She’s volcanically aroused.

need James looks across at me again, head tilting…. “Not yet, Charlotte,” he says, “but it’s good that you’re learning to ask nicely. We can give you something as a reward for that. Michael, if you would.”

My pleasure….

Sliding over the bed, I wrap my hands around her shoulders. Her muscles are astonishingly tight; knotted. I roam over her, easing out the knots from neck, shoulder and spine before she strains something badly….

Has anyone told her I’m a masseur?

I don’t think so….

…. As I do so, James brings the falls lashing down again. Previously pale, her skin is showing weals even against the hot flush of her arousal. As she reacts to the pain, leaning into it, the shock rippling through her to my touch, I reach to cup her breasts which sit heavy and soft in my hands, n*****s pebbled into my palms.

She’s howling now, screaming with pain/pleasure, but not trying to escape it. Her eyes are staring, but she doesn’t seem to be looking at anything, simply agaze, green-eyed and feral into space. I pinch at her n*****s hard, and wailing, her eyes briefly lock with mine once more before she disappears once more into some netherworld of pain and arousal and ecstasy.

“Please, please, I need to c*m. Master, please.”

She can’t see him smiling behind her, his expression a mixture of s****l heat, the pleasure of the Dom in control and….

…. fondness…. perhaps?

Whatever he’s feeling, he grins at me as, over her head, his eyes meet mine and he produces something from the pocket of his robe….

.… a vibe…

Jeez…. she’s going to burst into flame…

…. and slipping it down into her p***y, sets it humming.

“I’m not going to f**k you yet, Charlotte. I’m only going to come myself after I’ve finished you.”

As the vibe enters her, she convulses, hips bucking, fingers making claws against the cuffs.

Ah well…. in for a penny….

If we’re going for complete overload….

I pinch at her n*****s again, twisting hard. She stops screaming, instead simply collapsing against the bed as she whimpers and trembles her road to c****x.

And as she hovers, the Rush coming for her, James reaches around her to thumb at her clit….

Hips pitching, screaming and howling, she pulses into o****m. And she’s lost entirely, her body out of control as she tries to rise against her restraints. For a moment the bed, lifting, scrapes across the floor, although I doubt that she notices.

And as James works her clit, he leans around to watch her face, her eyes squeezed tight as he plays her to his tune before finally, flinging off his robe to plunge into her.

There is nothing remotely gentle about it. However, he treated her on their first night, take her virginity with all care, now he slams in hard, ramming into her, sheathing himself ball deep inside her.

He’s all but ready to blow himself, eyes wide and all but black with excitement, his c**k ramrod hard. At the last moment he pauses, every muscle stilling before, with a bellow, he comes, shivering as he bends over her, a handful of her hair gripped in his fist. Grinding against her, he spills and shudders before, huffing in satisfaction, he withdraws.

“Wonderful!” he gasps. “Wonderful! Oh, Charlotte, you’re a beauty. And you didn’t even ask me to stop.”

She lies limply on the sheets, looking exhausted, her eyes rolling up to meet him. “May I lie down, Master? I’m a little tired.”

“Of course.”

James releases her, scooping her up as she totters to deposit her on the bed next to me, then pours her a glass of wine.

“Relax, Girl,” he says. “You’ve had enough for one day.”

She looks high, spaced out almost as she swallows at the wine.

“Thank you, Master. Yes, I’ve had enough for one day, but I enjoyed it. It was marvellous.” She swings around to me. “And thank you too. That was wonderful.”

I have to swallow hard as emotion runs riot through me…

Oh, Babe…. you’re lovely….

Lying here on the bed feels so natural, speech so unnecessary. We settle in a loosely bound group, Charlotte resting into the crook of James’ arm, me leaning against her. In the flicker and gleam of the candlelight, the wine is ruby in the glasses, the room warm and the scent of the woman next to me evocative.

Don’t get ideas…. She’ll be gone in a few days….

…. Perhaps she’ll stay….

Don’t be a fool, Man…. For her, you’re a stranger that’s f****d her….

My reverie is broken by Charlotte. As I sip from my glass, she harks up. “So, what comes next?”

…. Fuck...!

I cough out a mouthful of wine, then try to wipe it off the previously white duvet.

James howls in laughter. “Next? What comes next?’ she asks,” rolling his eyes, then pointing a finger at her, “What comes next is that we eat, before you wear us both out.”

Still wiping wine from my chin, “There is a rumour, Charlotte, that you were a virgin three days ago.”

She blushes. “It’s not a rumour. It’s true. It’s just that……It’s just that….” She runs out of words, looking down at the carpet.

Embarrassed?

It’s alright, Babe….

“It’s just that you had a lot bottled up,” I say, “And you’re actually cut out for the life of anything from good-time-girl to professional courtesan.”

She smiles at this, not saying anything, but looking thoughtful.

What do we make of you…?

“Would you like to go out to dinner, Charlotte?” asks James. “Or eat in? Your choice.”

“Err…. Eat in I think. It’s nice here.”

“Fine, I’ll phone out for something.”

He orders a Chinese banquet for three, which of course means there is food enough for ten. Charlotte, with her usual gusto, works on downing at least enough of it to feed two large men.

…. Food really matters to her….

…. Food really to her….“To answer your question, Charlotte,” says James. “’What comes next’, is that tomorrow evening we are going out, the three of us. We have something special planned for you, but we wanted, tonight, to find out what…. what your inclinations are…”

inclinations She’s chewing a mouthful of duck. Wiping a small drip of plum sauce from the corner of her mouth as she speaks, “Sorry? Not with you.” she says. Then she coughs as some of her duck goes down the wrong way….

…. No-one ever taught you not to speak with your mouth full….

“We wanted to be sure that you enjoy the ‘SM’ part of b**m….” says James.

She stares at him, looking clueless.

“…. We wanted to be sure that you enjoy a moderate degree of pain, under the right conditions of course,” he says, with an edge to his voice.

Moderate? He really laid into her…

But she liked it….

But she it….…. revelled in it in fact….

She flushes at James’ tone, realisation dawning across her face. “You mean we’re going to some sort of club? A b**m club?”

“Yes,” he says, “We are going to a club. To be precise, we have booked the club for the evening. There will only be the three of us plus a number of other…. selected…. guests. The general public will not be there.”

She’s wearing that wide-eyed expression again….

…. Take me down the rabbit hole….

James continues. “They were at your original auction, Charlotte, most of them anyway, plus some who I know personally and who I know, understand the boundaries of what is acceptable. And don’t worry, I know, or know of, all of them. I know how they behave and I know they keep themselves clean.”

“How many will there be, Master?”

“How many would you like, Charlotte? You have enjoyed me and Michael together. How many men would you like to f**k you? How much money would you like to earn to put towards that college education of yours? And how far will your sense of adventure take you?”

She knocks back half a glass of wine. “I trust you, Master. And I need the money. Bring ‘em on.”

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