Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

Chapter 28

James

I’ve often tested her before; tested her limits, tested how far I can take her before pain-pleasure simply becomes pain. But I’ve never before set out to take her completely to the edge and, perhaps, just a little beyond.

But this time, on this occasion, I want her to travel out from the real world and into that heady space where pain and pleasure merge into sensation and where the mind and body ride the whirlwind together.

Michael has relaxed her. And he’s right. She’s arousing. Her perfume is rising and there’s that sheen to her skin she gets; the flush over her breasts which rises over her pale swan neck to blush her cheeks.

She’s ready…

From behind, I lick at her with the falls; soft and suede-like, the best kind. Supple and elastic, the leather kisses skin and bites at muscle. She mewls, but it’s not in distress. I know her better than that. At the same moment, her pelvis twitches…

How does that feel to you, Green-Eyes?

Is it a kind of penetration…?

… Of the mind…

I don’t want to ramp her up too quickly. I started her hard deliberately, to jolt her. But now I want to warm her up, heating the flesh slowly before I take her to the precipice.

A flick of my wrist and the tails caress her thigh again; enough to register as pain, but not enough to shock. The slap of leather on muscle echoes around the stone walls, the vaulted ceiling. Briefly, I rub at the muscle then repeat on the other leg before looping an arm around her waist, pulling her in close to nuzzle into her neck, nibbling at the soft skin there.

And with her spine pressed against my chest, her accelerating heartbeat pumps through her ribs and mine. I can scent her; her rising aroma. And the tremble, the quivering, rising through her flesh, quivers through mine also...

And now, the tremble is for the right reasons…

No fear…

No regrets…

Releasing her, standing back, I lash again, a little harder this time, at her upper arms and shoulders. Taut, straining against her restraint, she jerks. Her answering cry is louder and I stroke the falls over on the skin, tracing the red mark rising there. Two strokes, three strokes, then I strike once more, lower down. Again, she cries out and I move to her beautiful ass, striking now with force, first at the left side, then the right.

She wails, shuddering, and I nod Michael to her. He moves quickly, taking my place, rubbing at the welts on her skin, murmuring something soft as I stand back.

Enjoying the balance of the flogger in my hand, the patterned roughness of the plaited banding of the handle, the slight bees-wax scent of the leather, I measure her by eye, gauging her; her reaction, where she is on the ascent.

Her trembling is violent now; a shiver that runs the length of her body, travelling from the knotted muscles of her arms and down to quaking calves. Under drooping eyelids, her pupils are huge and

black, and the fluttering of muscle and skin overlays the sharp rise and fall of her chest. Her hair, spilling loose to her waist and beyond, vibrates at the tips, pacing the vibration in her flesh.

Eye-pointing Michael back to his vantage point, I trail the falls over her breasts; only the tips, the softest of touches. Then quickly, sharply, I snap across a thigh. She yelps, jerks and her aroma wells, lush, piquant and with the promise of the Rush to come.

Gotcha…

I follow up on the other thigh, first on the outer, more resistant muscle then between her spread legs, on the more delicate, more sensitive skin of the inner thigh. Aiming low, I strike her just above the knee, then on the other side, a little higher. And again, working up and in, delivering the promise of…

With a twist of my hand, suede-soft leather kisses her pussy. Not hard, but she’s not yet been touched there. Her perfume says she’s open, ready, and her reply to the stroke is a squeeze-eyed mewling that sets heat flooding my groin and electricity dancing to my cock. Again, I strike, the same spot, harder now. And again. She’s blowing for air; screaming, howling, head flinging back. Her pelvis judders and the lush sweetness of her arousal billows up and around.

Measured and aimed; I aim for her clit, intending to make her scream. As the falls lash at her most sensitive spot, she shrieks….

And again…

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And she falls silent… Eyes glazing, she stills. The only movement is the heave of her chest.

… Dropping the flogger, I step in close, tugging her to me by the waist. A hand between her thighs, I slide fingers between liquid folds and in. She totters; her weight dropping against me. An arm locked around her. supporting her, I finger-fuck her with the other hand, hard and fast.

Moaning, she writhes against me. Behind her, Michael inclines his head. I nod and he reaches, releasing her wrists. She falls, but both of us catch her.

As Michael carries her to the bed, I strip off my pants. Then spreading her thighs, I cover her with my body, and I take her.

… Make her mine…

… Make her know that she is mine…

Slamming into her, I drive myself home, rewarded as I ram against her inner walls by her cry and the bite of her nails into my shoulders. Head flung back, she digs deep, dragging a groan from my throat, perhaps drawing blood.

You’re alive…

Remember that…

Peripherally, I see Michael watching, a smile dancing at the corners of his eyes…

… and his…

Hilted ball-deep inside her, my arms locked around her, I roll, taking her with me, presenting her rear to Michael, already stripping his clothes.

I’m not sure if she can hear me, where my Jade-Eyes is flying, but close by her face, I speak to her. “You belong to both of us, and both of us are taking you now.”

Her body is heat, her skin scorching against mine. Behind her, Michael positions himself, his arm and shoulder working as he lubes himself and her; opening her, readying her.

She mewls and cries, but inside, her flesh clutches at mine. I tighten my hold on her further. “It’s alright. Shhh… We’re both here. We both have you.”

Michael presses in behind, his cheek close by hers as his hips wind and twist. She falls silent again. “Charlotte, am I hurting you?”

Inhaling, she swings her head, slowly and without any sound other than the whisper of her breathing.

He settles, kissing her ear from behind and his eyes rise to mine.

And now, together we move, her body rocking between us, penetrated to fore and rear in this most intimate of unions. The Three of us, our Triad, together; heart, soul and body bound in the act of love.

I thrust, moving inside her, easily and slowly, Michael matching me, following my rhythm. She whimpers and I increase the pace, pumping into her melted core. After so many days of seeing her in grief and fear, my body responds to her need and my own. Rock-hard, I fill her, giving myself to her, watching her face as move by move, thrust by thrust, she ascends.

Michael, his body heaving in time with mine, curves his face around, watching her side-long. She barely moves now save for the rocking of her body between ours. Her breath comes in quick, short judders. Her heartbeat is audible. Inside, her flesh pulses to a rising cadence…

She screams…

The scream is silent… A long exhalation as her body jumps and jerks. Inside she pulses, squeezing and relaxing, clenching and releasing in a measured tempo that is sweet and seductive and utterly irresistible…

And as she falls over the edge, I fall with her. Somewhere in the distance, I hear Michael’s grunt, feel the knock as his head tips forward.

Lost in the plunge with my Jade-Eyes, all I can do is hold on as climax takes me for its own. Somewhere, locked inside my arms, she rides the wave. And buried inside her, I ride too, my body spasming into hers as she convulses against mine.

I spurt and spill in a white-hot climax that sears through brain and body, stabbing through groin and thigh and belly. Pressed hard inside, my hips jammed hard against hers I shoot, then again… and again…

… before orgasm releases me and, light still splashing behind my eyes, snatching for air, I slump and relax.

Remembering myself, I ease back to see Charlotte, her eyes still opaque, now easing to calm. Carefully, I withdraw my softening cock and, my arms still around my descending sub, kiss her cheek.

Michael flops back, squeezes his eyes closed then open them wide again, fingers pressed to his temples. “Christ! I thought the idea was to take her over the edge.” Backing away, hips shifting, he lays a hand on her shoulder. “Charlotte?”

Her eyes are still glazed, and he slides a hand over her heart. “Still coming down. I think we just settle here for the night, eh?”

“Don’t think I could raise the energy to get back up the stairs.”

She stirs and her eyes focus, fixing on me. “Master?”

“Charlotte.” I palm her cheek. “How do you feel?”

Her lips curve. “I’m good, Master. I’m good.”

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