Chapter 11

Charlotte

Does it get any better? Everything I ever wanted. Everything I ever hoped for…

And it’s all mine.

I’ve found her.

My mother.

She’s a few rooms away, in her own room.

Her room.

And they found her for me.

To one side of me, my beautiful husband: my Golden Lover…

I roll over.

My wonderful Master: my Dark Angel…

… Still sleeping

But he's smiling in his sleep, eyes rolling under their lids.

What's he dreaming about?

*Lift sheets*

*Look down*

Hmm...

Could help that along...

Slowly, carefully, I reach for my sleeping Master’s erection, sliding my fingers along the length of warm satin and steel. He hardens further and his breathing catches, but his eyes remain closed, flickering one way and the other.

Curling my hand around him I glide along, from base to tip, squeezing and caressing in the way he likes...

When he's awake…

Surely he'll wake up?

But he doesn’t. Instead, sighing, he rolls onto his back. His erection twitches gently to a heart-beat measure. He may be unconscious, but his cock is functioning flawlessly.

Perfect.

Inside, I'm laughing hysterically, but in the outside, I keep it quiet.

And it's incredibly erotic; this feeling of power, of being able to arouse my Master without him even being aware of it. Such a delicious opportunity.

Moving silently, I rise, swinging a leg across him, positioning myself with his cock-head nudging my wet pussy.

Surely he'll wake now?

But he remains with eyes closed, that Mona Lisa smile twitching over his lips.

Winding my hips slowly, circling myself around him, gradually, easily, I take my Master inside me. Inch by delicious inch, I sheath him until, with him fully inside, I settle over him, my splayed thighs supported by his hips.

And now, I rise and fall… Rise and fall

Is he awake?

No.

But Michael is…

Lying on his back, one arm curves back onto the pillow. His eyes are wide and blue, amusement crinkling at the corners.

His voice is low. “Having fun there?”

“Oh yes, but I can't believe he's still asleep.”

The eyes crinkle more. “You'd think, wouldn't you?” He turns onto his side, propping himself on an elbow, looking more closely at my Master’s face. Shaking his head, “Yup, definitely asleep.”

He sandpapers at his chin with his nails. “You know, technically what you're doing there is rape.”

I hover. “You think I should stop?”

He chuckles. “I don't think he'd ever forgive me if you did. You keep right on going. I'm fascinated to see how long you can keep it up… so to speak.”

I work my Master’s delectable, rock-hard cock. Slowly at first, but then faster…

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Michael

Amazing…

Her brilliant copper hair billowing, thigh muscles rippling, and those astonishing eyes flicking between me and James’ sleeping face, Charlotte grins wide at me as she rides him…

“Do that again.”

Her lips open a little. “What?”

“Twisting your hips like that. Revolving over him. It looks hot as hell.”

She goes into a twist that any harem dancer would be proud of, belly muscles flexing as she spirals her pelvis around James’ shaft…

Morning glory…

“Brush your hair back. I want to see your tits.”

Her smile grows wider and whiter as she sweeps waist-length tresses back over her shoulders. Her breasts, pale and rose-tipped, sway rhythmically.

“That's it. Keep rocking like that. Let me watch you fucking yourself on him...”

She fixes on me, fucking me with her eyes as she fucks James with her pussy.

“Cup yourself. Play with your nipples...”

A hand under each breast, she thumbs at the crinkling nubs…

And at last, James stirs.

Looks like he's joining the party…

… Finally…

Charlotte circles her pelvis over him in a figure-of-eight, winding his cock in and out of herself like some teenager's wet dream.

James groans. His eyelids flicker then open. For a moment, his gaze is opaque but then his hands rising to her waist, he fastens to her, thrusting up.

Seizing her wrists, he locks them behind her. He thrusts again, punching upwards, spearing her. And now she moans, a gurgle from deep down.

It’s stunning to watch. Arousal stabs through my groin, setting my heart racing and sending IOUs to my brain.

When emotional love and physical love meet...

My shaft wants to take charge, twitching and jumping. My pulse beats in time with its demands.

Fuck, but she's gonna get it...

James circles her wrists with one hand, pulls her to him at the waist by the other. She might be on top, but she's not in charge anymore.

Angling her; her hips, her entrance, he holds her poised above him so he can thrust, withdraw, thrust, withdraw…

I slip out from the sheets, moving to watch the show from behind: her pale ass and peachy cheeks, his cock glistening as he pumps her...

Her rear entrance, dark rose.

That will do nicely…

She's gasping and gulping, crying out rhythmically as her body rocks and sways and jolts.

Sucking a long finger, I press it to her long enough that she registers I'm there, then push in, winding circles, scrolling out as I go. Her cries have an edge. An urgency. James is fucking her pussy but I have the rest.

I spiral harder, stretching and opening, loving the noises she's making.

Her ass is mine.

I slap, connecting with a cheek in a crack that ripples flesh and stings my hand. I rub, then slap again, watching a scarlet palm-print rise satisfyingly on one side then the other.

Lube...

She shudders at the wet chill, but I press to her, then into her. James meets my eyes over her shoulder, relinquishing his hold on her to me. With one set of fingers cuffed around her wrists, with the other I fist into her hair, curving her spine, arching her under me as I take her ass.

Then, leaning back, holding my arms outstretched to keep her restrained, I watch myself fucking her.

She’s noisy, not so much screaming or wailing as gurgling. Something bubbles up from her throat. There are no words in it, but with every stroke from James, every thrust from me, she gargles her appreciation.

Perspiration trickles down her spine and as I twist my hand to adjust my hold on her, re-knotting my hand into her hair, her scalp is steamy with heat, copper tresses darkened with sweat to bronze.

She no longer moves of her own accord. Instead, her body jerks and bucks in time with my movements and James’.

She stiffens, the gurgling fading as her breathing grows faster, ever faster. I freeze too, still buried deep inside her but allowing James to keep pumping her as she plateaus…

… Then…

… Her howl is hoarse, abandoned, triumphant and utterly joyful. She pulses inside, her hot flesh throbbing against mine. James bucks and groans, his head flinging forward. A moment later, my own climax takes me; intense, cripplingly pleasurable and utterly insane. The air ripping from my lungs, I release my hold, dropping over her to press ever more deeply inwards. Free to move, she thrashes under me, lost in orgasmic Paradise as I ride my own blistering Rush.

Breathe…

Breathe…

With a growl I withdraw, roll, and collapse onto the bed. Charlotte still straddles James.

He stares at the ceiling, rubbing at the crease on his forehead. “Um… What happened there? I can't quite remember… How that started…”

“You've just been had, James,” I chuckle between gasps. “Well and truly topped from the bottom.”

“Sorry?” He blinks at me, perplexity in every line. “What?”

“Wouldn’t have believed it possible. Your so-called sub just took you for a rise.”

Her face is brilliant with heat…

Aftermath?

Or embarrassment?

“I was sure you would wake up, Master, but you didn’t. So I… kept going…”

James looks to her then to the ceiling, raising his palms in a Save-Me gesture. Then he grabs her at the waist, lifts her bodily and tugs himself away from under her. Slipping off the bed he heads for the bathroom, but as he reaches the door, turn, pointing a forefinger at her. “You’ve not heard the last of this young woman.”

But he doesn’t sound too upset and Charlotte giggles.

The door closes behind him. “Successful harvest?” I ask her.

And now her blush is for sure.

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