CHAPTER 178: The Virgin and the Masters, Part 71

CHAPTER 178: The Virgin and the Masters, Part 71
CHARLOTTE

I’m sitting in the lounge, reading, keeping my Master company. Michael is on the phone, chasing up on-going work in our mountain home renovation.

Glancing up, my Master’s eyes are on me. His injured leg outstretched from his armchair, nonetheless, he looks relaxed and comfortable. Chin resting on his fist, he watches me.

I know that look...

Smiling, “How are you now, Master? Feeling better?”

“Better? Yes, you could say I’m feeling better.” His deep, satin voice is slow and measured, and there is no mistaking his intent.

I put down my book, kneel by him. His hand brushes my cheek.

“What would you like, Master?”

Leaning forward and down, he kisses me but winces slightly with the movement.

“Just sit comfortably, Master. I’ll come up to you.”

I stand, to perch myself on the chair arm, twisting around to allow him to kiss me, and to have my breasts within easy reach for him. I’ve been waiting for this moment, and for the last few days, have made a point of wearing blouses that either unbutton rather easily or which have long laces, to dangle invitingly.

A pair of these now hang by my Master’s hands. He smiles, knowing exactly what I am doing; happy to play the game. Running a finger along my face, down over my lips and neck, he drops towards my slightly exposed cleavage and the trailing laces.

As he tugs at them, his eyes slide up to meet mine, warm with desire.

Michael, entering silently, sits by us on the couch, hands behind his head, watching. The laces unravel, and as my blouse falls open, I lean in closer, bringing my breasts close enough to feel the warm wash of my Master’s breath.

He inhales deeply. “God, you smell good...”

“Would you like to go into the bedroom, Master? I think it would be easier for you in there.”

“Mmm… yes.”

As he moves to stand, Michael offers him a hand up, but he brushes him away irritably. Michael backs off, palms upright. “Sorry. Only trying to help.”

“You’re right,” says my Master, apologetically. “I’m not dealing with this very well, am I?”

Stiff legged, he rises, limping through to the bedroom.

“Would you be more comfortable standing Master? Then you don’t have to bend your leg too much.”

He’s embarrassed...

To save him having to reply, I simply bend over the end of the bed, presenting myself.

Nice, easy access...

With me in this position, he should be able to reach everything easily. Michael sits close by, calmly watching.

My Master grinS. “God, I’ve missed this...”

I twist back to grin back. “Anytime, Master. Just say the word. We’ll just do things the easy way for a while.”

He flips up my skirt, hands massaging my butt-cheeks through my panties. “Now there’s a view to make any man happy.” Slipping hands inside my panties, he tugs down, but as he pulls, his injured leg buckles, and he staggers.

Michael is there, catching him, preventing his fall...

“Leave me alone. I don’t need any fucking help...”

“Yes. You do,” snaps Michael. “You took a bullet. It cut your main artery and caused a lot of muscle damage besides... For God’s sake man, I don’t think you’ve taken on board yet, just how close you came to dying. And there’s no shame in taking time to recover from that. Now, if you would cut out the stiff-necked pride, and let us help you, we might all enjoy this a bit more.”

My Master whips around, momentarily set to snap back at Michael, then he pauses, shrugs and laughs. “You’re right of course, both of you. I’m sorry.”

“Master, the doctor said that it will take you a few months to properly heal. You’ll be yourself again, but you do need to take it easy for a while.”

He nods, sheepishly. “What do you suggest?”

“Just lie down, Master. Let me do the work. If you exercise every day, you’ll soon be stronger, and then you can slap my butt to glowing any time you want...”

He bursts out laughing. Even Michael chuckles. “That’s about the size of it, isn’t it. Alright. You win. I’ll lie down. I’m sure you can work your magic on me.”

Flinching slightly as he swings up onto the bed, he rests back against the pillows.

“How about a glass of wine?” suggests Michael. “It’ll relax you a bit, and take the edge off that ache.”

“Excellent idea.”

“Back in a jiffy.” Michael vanishes off to the kitchen.

My Master smiles at me. “Sorry to be so grumpy. I’m not used to being disabled. I’m afraid I make a poor patient.”

“It’ll be fine, Master. You’re better every day...”

“I just want so much to be able to make love to you properly again.”

“You always make love to me, Master. Just by being you. The sex is the cream on the cake, not the cake itself.”

His eyes drop. “Of course it is,” he murmurs.

I undress, not too quickly, allowing him time to watch me as I release my breasts, to swing pendulously as I move; to see me slide down skirt and panties, leave myself naked for him.

Then he holds out his arms to me. As I snuggle against him, he kisses my face, nuzzling into my hair, but there is a tension in him. He truly is upset.

Michael returns with bottle and glasses, glancing approvingly as he sees me nestled into my Master’s embrace.

He pours, passing a glass each to the two of us, then sits on the edge of the bed to sip his own. He watches as my Master drinks half his glass, then eye-points me to move.