Masters And Lovers 1-4

Chapter 56

My groin tensions, a pulse rippling to my shaft and my blood pressure rocketing. James also twitches a

smile, then backs off to lean against a wall with an expression of apparent disinterest….

Yeah…. Right….

“Good, stay there,” I say to the beauty at my feet. “I’ll just be a moment.”

Leaving her briefly, I choose a spreader bar from James’ collection. His eyes follow me, but he

maintains his fake nonchalance.

And I stand over her once more….

How to play it?

She’s happy….

Be a Dom….

I school the smile off my face, holding out the spreader bar. “Wrists.” She offers up her hands.

“James, would you please.”

He moves across to strap the cuffs into place while I hold the bar in position. Once she’s restrained. I

hold it in the centre and, to her sharp inhalation, lift her bodily to a standing position. As I haul her

upright her nipples, already nicely proud, crinkle and tighten.

I point. “Over there.”

Her eyes follow my finger then rise to the chain which hangs from the ceiling….

…. as arranged by me….

…. and the mistletoe which dangles from it….

…. as added by James….

I steal a glance to her dark-eyed Dom, now straight-faced…. almost…. and once more standing back to

watch.

Definitely hiding a smile…

Following her, I snap my fingers to Charlotte’s hands, weighed down by the bar. She raises her

restrained wrists and then for the second time in a few hours, I open a spreader bar on a woman,

forcing her arms apart.

I give her a moment to catch her breath, clipping a carabiner to the bar then, again being deliberately

forceful, haul bar, Charlotte’s arms and Charlotte behind them, up, snapping the bar to the chain.

As she tensions into position, her perfume surges…. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Perfect…

And my cock protests its freedom….

I eye-point up. “That mistletoe has a purpose, wouldn’t you say, Charlotte?”

I don’t give her time to react, instead dropping my mouth over hers, fixing her with my hand on the back

of her head as I force her mouth open with mine. She’s sweet and spicy and winey with just an

aftertaste of mint.

Then I pull back, leaving her sucking at her lips as I trace the outline of her face with a finger….

You’re lovely….

I’m going to make you scream soon….

A moment now, to take in her positioning….

Not quite right….

I’ve lifted her high enough to teeter on her feet. She’s not taking her weight on her wrists but neither

does she have good control at ground-level, so I help her turn, guiding her around.

“Facing Michael and Beth if you please. I’d like your husband and my wife to have a good view while

you get your Christmas fucking.”

James flashes questioning brows at me. Ready?

I flash back. Yes.

He produces a second spreader, kneeling to fit it to her ankles. His face more or less at the level of her

loins, his nostrils flare. Her feet restrained, he stands back again, nodding me to her.

The bar is spreading her, but not by much.

How much restraint does she enjoy?

More than that….

There’s a sheen to her thighs….

Flowing?

Already?

As I shove her ankles apart, the bar ratcheting, then locking, the aroma of her sex blooms…

Definitely flowing….

Standing back, I gauge her, measuring her muscle tension by eye….

More?

James gives the smallest of nods, drooping his lids.

And I give her ankles another push, this time being easier about the force I apply…

“Is that hurting you, Charlotte?”

“…. Um, no, sir. It’s just making me strain a bit. Er…. I’m a bit wobbly.”

“Good, that’s the effect I was looking for…. and now the same above I think….”

Reaching to spread her arms further, standing close to her, my clothed body brushes by her naked one.

So close, her scent is intoxicating….

So, who wants to be fucked?

…. and she’s quivering, her whole body taut and trembling.

I back away again, breaking the physical contact between us, but still very close. Holding her gaze,

once more I am struck by the weird similarity-difference between Charlotte and my Elizabeth.

Physically, close to mirrors of each other, but otherwise, this cat-eyed wild-child is nothing like my

sweet, submissive wife.

And there is something in her expression….

Is it just sex?

No, we’re friends….

You're glorious

And I'm going to fuck you ‘til you squeal.…

Her nipples are like little rocks, projected well proud of the breast. Taking one between thumb and

forefinger, I roll it, squeezing a little. Her eyes roll, and she groans, exhaling through gritted teeth.

My cock is swelling rapidly, or trying to in the confinement of my clothes. As she moans, it pulses again,

demanding release….

Not yet…

Echoing James’ action of a few minutes previously, I tilt her chin with a finger. “You know that I like you,

don’t you Charlotte? That I’m very fond of you?”

“Yes, sir, I know that.”

“Good, because I’m about to treat you as though I weren’t…. Now….” I lock with her eyes. “…. what

are your safety words?”

“Yellow and red, sir.”

“Good. Remember them.” I move to stand behind her.

“Aaahhhh….” It’s Michael, gasping. “Jeez, Beth, but you’re good at that….”

Elizabeth is still on her knees in front of him, Michael dressed but with his erection offered to her. His

head is flung back, lips peeling from his teeth as in long slow movements, Elizabeth tongues him from

balls to head, showing every sign of enjoying it.

And, as I well know, she is very good at what she’s doing. With Charlotte deliciously spread and waiting

for me, I watch my wife wrap her lips around the shaft of another man who, I realise, I am coming to

think of as her Lover.

Who would have believed it?

I snort a laugh, drawing a startled glance from Michael, but he relaxes again as I stroll back to James’

‘toy’ racks.

James himself has resumed his station leaning against the wall, still wearing his assumed air of

detachment. But his gaze wanders between the two naked lovelies, one kneeling, one closed to

crucified. Surreptitiously, he adjusts himself at the groin. I pretend not to notice.

Charlotte watches me as I take first one item, then another: a flogger, a paddle…. then replace them.

Making a showing of choosing, taking my time, I work through James’ collection.

In fact, I already know what I intend to use, as does he.

Did we script this between ourselves?

Of course we did.

“How much pain does Charlotte enjoy?”

“Quite a bit, but you’ll get more from her by playing her sense of anticipation….”

I select two crops of different styles: one long and supple, with a thin, elongated flexible tongue, the

other a little shorter and stiffer, the tongue larger and wider. Used by a careful hand, the shorter one will

produce some sting but plenty of noise. The longer crop is one only to be used with care and by a

Master who knows what he is doing.

I have little doubt that James knows exactly what he is doing.

The two crops in hand, I stand in front of the quivering Charlotte again, ensuring she has a clear view

of me.

I try the longer crop first, bringing it down on my own outstretched palm. I’ve already done this, tested it

when I was here with James previously. I know how the crop feels, how it reacts under harder or softer

strokes. But as I test it again now on my own hand, Charlotte’s quivering grows more violent.

I give myself a second stroke; this time hard enough for its flight through the air to swish and for the

strike to make my palm hum with the burn.

Charlotte bucks in her restraints. Her eyes are like saucers. Her chest heaves.

I put the crop to one side, take the other. Again, I use it on my own hand. The leather tongue smacks

onto my skin with a loud snap! and Charlotte starts.

Her colour is rising. Her pale skin is blushing rose over her chest and breasts. Sweat beads her

forehead.

Barely touched you yet….

So responsive….

I trail the tongue over her face, outlining where that red flush is now spotting her cheeks. “You like that

then, Charlotte? Hearing what’s happening…? And what’s going to happen….”

I bring the crop down on my hand again, harder this time and giving it the flick that ensures the crack!

of the impact is loud.

She jolts….

My cock jolts with her….

…. and her aroma billows….

You’re streaming….

“We’ll choose this one then, shall we?”

James steps forward from his post by the wall. “She doesn’t have to choose.” Pinning her gaze with

his, he takes the other crop, swishing it to one side then the other, making a humming arc through the

air before standing to one side, but still where she can see him, legs akimbo, tapping the crop across

his own palm.

She watches him, then me, as I unlink my cuffs….

You had that one right, James….

…. unbutton my shirt, take it off and remove my shoes. Stripped to the waist and barefoot, I take my

chosen crop again and now caress her with it.

It’s the lightest of touches; a butterfly kiss to the skin. And she shivers under the touch, her gaze travels

my body….

Checking me out?

And in turn, as I play her, I take the time to look at and appreciate the body of the delicious Charlotte.

Although I have seen her naked before, the first time was in that appalling video of her auction: in the

most unarousing situation imaginable, with this delightful girl close to tears as she sold herself to the

highest bidder….

James….

…. and looking was the last thing on my mind.

The last occasion was on my first visit to this room, when I found myself, very unexpectedly, invited to

join the party I had arranged for my Elizabeth. The evening was enjoyable beyond all my expectations,

but I had no opportunity to really look at Charlotte; to enjoy her body.

Or for that matter, for she to look at and enjoy mine.

She’s looking this time….

Playing with her, enjoying the shudder the runs through her under the kiss of my crop, the gleaming

trickle I can see making its way down inside her thigh, I notice other detail I’d not marked before.

Charlotte is firmly muscled, much more so than my Elizabeth. Where her arms are drawn taut, her

muscles are corded, almost like those of a man. Her belly, pulled tight by her tensioned position, is

much flatter than the usual curve on a woman. Her abs are quite visible.

And whereas my wife is waxed smooth, Charlotte is copper-red at her loins, matching her long, loose

hair.

Of the two, my Elizabeth is more feminine, or I find her so. But beyond doubt, Charlotte is all female….

And those eyes….

Elizabeth’s eyes are green, but the shade is soft, like a leaf in springtime. Charlotte's eyes are wild.

They consume.

No wonder James was willing to take a bullet for you….

Didn't even hesitate….

Time for more action….

I move to stand behind her. With a rear view now, I see Charlotte watching her dark Master then turn

her attention to where, at a slight angle from us, Elizabeth is still kneeling for Michael, giving him head

to his appreciative groans. He in his turn, is alternating between looking down at the beauty at his feet

with his cock in her mouth and twisting to see what James and I are doing with his wife.

Charlotte can’t see properly….

She can’t move of course, but she’s trying to see the pair.

Fisting my hand into her hair, I tug her head back, speaking close to her face. “You want a better view,

Charlotte?”

She can’t nod, pinned by her own hair, but she tries.

James takes a single step forwards, slashing his crop across her nipples with a precision that would

take a fly off the wall….

Yes, you’ve practised that….

Charlotte inhales with a hiss then exhales with a gasp as James speaks in tones of molten chocolate.

“Charlotte, remember your manners. Answer Richard’s question. He is your Master for the evening.

You will treat him as such.”

Before she has a chance to respond, the crop razors across her nipples again.

Charlotte gurgles. “Yes, sir. I would like a better view.”

“Michael,” I say. “Why don’t you turn a little. Let Charlotte and the rest of us, see more of how Beth is

serving you.”

He’s looking almost spaced out; his face flushed and sweating, his eyes dark as he surveys his splayed

and presented wife. After a moment, he bends to hook his arms under Elizabeth, shifting her position

until the pair are square on to Charlotte’s view.

Silhouetted against the candlelight, they settle again, Michael pushing his cock-head to her waiting and

parted lips.

My balls shift and tighten…

Christ….

“I think that you can do that for me in a while, Charlotte. I would rather enjoy finishing in your mouth.

Would that be alright with you, James?”

James plays her from the front, drawing the tongue of his crop on a skin-tingling trail through her

cleavage. “Oh, I think so,” he says. “I might just do that myself.” His head tilts as he follows her line with

the crop, tracing waist and hip then following south to the vee of her thighs. Her hips are juddering….

I can help him along on that….

Wonder where she’s sensitive?

One way to find out….

I release her hair, brushing it forward over her shoulder, then starting at the nape of her neck, I trace

the tongue of my own crop in a smooth undulating line down the length of her spine.

Her moan is long and drawn-out, her body vibrating against her restraints. James meets my eye with

that odd concealed smile he has as I repeat the motion.

“You like that, Charlotte?” I say.

As if I needed to ask….

She’s growing more pungent by the second and as I test her skin with the back of my hand, she’s hot

to the touch.

And now that I think on it….

Pretty warm myself…

“…. I’m going to experiment a bit. I don’t know my way around your body, but I’m going to enjoy

learning about it…. what you enjoy, what makes you yelp, what makes you scream…. and perhaps beg

for more….”

She doesn’t reply, breathing more and more heavily,

“Charlotte….” James speaks with warning in his voice, flicking at her nipples again with the crop.

“Yes, I like that, Richard.” Her voice is breathy, shaky.

How much more?

“Richard, would you like her blindfolded?” James speaks as though he were asking about the weather.

“It’s an appealing idea, James, but no. I’d prefer that she can see Michael and Beth. I intend to work

from behind her, so she won’t see what’s coming….”

…. And with that, I bring my palm across her ass in a stroke that ripples flesh, rips a scream from

Charlotte’s throat and makes my cock sit up and beg.

Then another across the other cheek….

With two bright pink handprints standing out from pale skin, I rub hard across the first then the second,

enjoying the fine sculpted shape of her ass under my hand, its smoothness and the firm texture.

Then another slap across each and the pink begins to glow.

To her fore, James seems to be concentrating solely on her nipples, alternately teasing, flicking and

occasionally slashing across with a stroke that sets our shared and spread-eagled sub wailing.

Across the room, Michael has Elizabeth on the four-poster now, arranged so she can see us, her hands

bound above her head by a loop of rope over the top frame. He’s behind her and I think he’s

undressed. A supporting hand around her, he talks to her constantly, his other hand reaching down

between her thighs, gleaming wet from fingering.

He’s not fucking her, not yet, but he’s having no problem getting a response as Elizabeth’s growing

wails match Charlotte’s. James looks back over his shoulder, watching for a moment, then returns his

attention to Charlotte’s nipples.

Time to up the ante….

I raise the crop in my hand, holding for a moment, letting James see what I’m doing.

Again, one of those micro-nods.

With a swing and a twist of the wrist, I swipe the crop against Charlotte’s glowing buttocks. She shrieks

then gasps and I follow up with a stroke to the top of her thighs.

How much can she take?

“What's your colour, Charlotte?”

“Green sir, heading for yellow.” Her voice is shaking.

James meets my eye, lowering his lids slightly.

She's fine….

But he stands back, watching her carefully as I take another stroke over Charlotte’s incandescent butt.

James’ expression.…

He's all Dom but...

Devotion….

Utter and complete….

…. If he thought she wasn't happy...

Not that he would have suggested it in the first place….

Enough….

I put the crop to one side, finishing her off with one last swipe from my hand, but more gently now.

Still behind her, I loop an arm around her waist, pulling her close, letting her feel the press of my

erection against her.

“I’m going to make you scream some more in a while, Charlotte, when I fuck you hard enough to make

your eyes water….”

Let’s get your measure….

Reaching down with my free hand, then under and in, my fingers work through hot and puffy flesh, slick

with juices. And as I thrust inside, her pussy is open, streaming and swollen.

“How is she?” says James.

“Sopping.”

“Good, let’s do some work on that.”

Charlotte is shaking violently. He pauses before her, touches her cheek, then drops to his knees, his

face pressed to her sex.

She responds with a drawn-out wail, trying to arch….

Tonguing her clit?

I take a moment to watch Michael with Elizabeth. Kneeling upright on the end of the four-poster, she’s

turned to face us but her eyes are closed. Her arms stretched up by a rope and spreader, her waist

taut, breasts lifted, he's behind her, supporting her with one hand flat to her belly and doing something

from the rear.

He says something close by her face and her eyes open, settling on me, watching as, still behind

Charlotte, I also kneel, hand-fucking her, gently at first but gradually harder and harder as she grows

more and more out of control. Pumping at her, I use a couple of fingers at first, then add a third. I push

in, finger-fucking her hard, then harder, twisting as I go, reaching for her sweet spot….

Should have asked him if she likes anal....

Still…. if she takes James and Michael at once….

Let's see what happens....

Still pumping one-handedly, with the other hand I suck the thumb, then easing to her rear, push

carefully in.

Charlotte’s wailing ratchets up half an octave….

That answers that question.…

She screams and bucks then….

There she blows....

With a shriek, she convulses into climax. Her pelvis jerks and James’ hands snap to either side of her

hips, steadying her, and himself.

Inside, she pulses and clenches, the muscle constricting and relaxing around my fingers as I keep up a

steady rhythm to ride her through her orgasm….

Her shrieks grow an edge. “Stop…. Enough! Red! Red!”

I withdraw and stand, taking her by the waist, supporting her as her body grows limp in aftermath.

James also rises, wiping his face with the back his hand as he does so, then taking her mouth in his in

a kiss that speaks of ownership and Mastery and love.

Breaking away, he meets my eye, pointing me up, then takes her weight as I unclip the carabiner. As

the tension releases, she sags into his arms.

Still cuffed into the spreaders, between us James and I half carry, half drag Charlotte to a horse.

“Over the bench, Charlotte,” he says, dropping her, then pressing her down to drape face forward.

“Head or tail, Richard?”

Her ass glowing red with the marks from my hand…. Pussy almost scarlet….

Her open mouth….

“Ah, what a choice for a man….”

“You don’t have to choose.” There’s an amused glint to his eye. “Just decide where you would like to

start, and we’ll take it from there….”

“Excellent idea. Tail then.” Bending to place my face by hers, “I want to fuck you ‘til you squeal,

Charlotte, then finish in your mouth.” A ripple runs through her.

I have a spectacular view. Splayed at the ankle by the spreader; Charlotte’s heart-shaped ass

upraised, her pussy gaping, swollen and trickling.

And my erection is gratifyingly hard.

Standards to live up to...

This woman, as a matter of day-to-day life, keeps two men…. two alphas…. happy.

She knows a good fuck when she gets it.…

James is still fully dressed but now, to her fore, he unbelts, unzips…. His eyes roll ceiling-ward as he

releases himself.

Then, his shaft held in one hand, with the other he twists into her hair, raising her head. “Open wide,

Charlotte. I think you’re going to be taking two lots today.” He pushes towards her and her gasps are

suddenly muted. “Now suck,” he says. “I don’t expect to have to do all the work.”

His hips work as he face-fucks her, but he keeps a hand around himself, not overdoing it, or her.

Looking down, he’s watching himself as his cock thrusts in and out of her mouth, his eyes rising briefly

to meet mine, then passing over my shoulder as the sounds from behind me grow louder.

I turn, following his gaze, to see….

My beautiful Elizabeth….

Michael is fucking her hard. Still with her hands restrained over her head, she rocks with his thrusting,

panting and moaning.

Normally she'd have her eyes closed now. But not this time. She's watching me with Charlotte….

Has she been watching all the time?

She’s watching now….

She smiles as I hold her eyes for a long second then, looping my arms under Charlotte’s hip, I haul her

ass up to a more comfortable position…

… for me….

…. a more reachable position….

With a final glance at my spectating wife, I kneel again. “I just want to check this out before I go any

further….”

She’s already open, gaping, but a hand to either side, I stretch Charlotte’s pussy wide, delving my

tongue deep inside. She bucks and from somewhere beyond my side of the horse I hear a muffled yelp

followed by James’ voice. “Did anyone give you permission to move, Charlotte? If Richard wants to eat

you out, that’s his privilege. Now suck.…”

She’s delicious; hot and tangy, zesty and salty. Her honey is running freely and as I circle her inner

muscle with my tongue, the flesh responds, beginning to quiver….

Another one?

Yes!

Pressing in close, I fasten myself over her entrance. Her quivering morphs to pulsing…. strengthens….

and then, with a cry that sends lightning jolting to my groin and balls, Charlotte goes into climax again.

Her shriek is loud, then quieter, then loud again. The horse rocks and there is a grunt from James.

From somewhere far away, Elizabeth is screaming.

If I don’t fuck something soon….

Now….

…. I’m going to explode….

Pushing myself up to stand, Charlotte’s juices dripping from my chin as I unbuckle, unbelt, unzip, I

release my throbbing cock and plunge into her.

It’s sheer heaven….

She hot, slick, tight and in the throes of a pulsing orgasm. At the other end, James is leaning over her,

taking his weight with one hand on the horse as he pants and heaves.

And I fuck Charlotte with everything I’ve got, planting my palm between her shoulders to keep her just

where I want her to be….

Ramming in, I spear her, balls-deep, hilting myself with every stroke as I hammer into this delicious

female and….

… and I Come….

My hand knotting into her hair, arching her back on herself, I pull her body taut under me as I shoot.

One shot…. two…. then another…. slams into her as I press in hard, grinding my hips against hers….

Fuck!

And I thought it was good the first time….

Spent….

Sated….

…. and still deep inside her, I drop over Charlotte, her spine and my chest slippery with sweat.

Belatedly, I remember to take my weight, raising myself onto my elbows.

As my heart slows and the throbbing behind my ears fades, I open my eyes….

When did I close them?

…. to see Elizabeth, now wearing a towelling robe, perched on the horse beside me, looking down and

smiling. “Good?”

“Christ, yes. You?”

“Oh, yes.”

“What day is it?”

“Well, tomorrow’s a holiday if that’s what you mean….”

“Thank God for that. I’m still seeing stars.”

Rolling eyes at my wife, I lean forward to speak to Charlotte. “Thank you. That was…. astonishing.”

She moves under me, twisting her head back to flash me a white-toothed smile as I withdraw.

James tosses a robe to the naked Charlotte. I’m fully dressed….

More or less….

…. but as I tuck myself away and zip up, I’m sticky and sweaty and….

I stink….

Michael, also now wearing one of the robes, says, “How about a soak in the hot tub and a change of

clothes?”

“Is the tub big enough for all of us?” asks Elizabeth.

“Oh yes. It’ll take eight. We’ve only ever had the three of us in there so far.”

“Excellent notion,” I say, landing a hand on his shoulder. “Lead the way….”