CHAPTER 180: The Virgin and the Masters, Part 73
CHAPTER 180: The Virgin and the Masters, Part 73
CHARLOTTE
“Think I’ve changed my mind,” comments Michael. “I’m gonna save your ass for another day. That pussy of yours is looking far too pink and inviting to be ignored.” And with that, nudging into my entrance, he slowly impales me.
His movements are smooth and gradual, in complete contrast to the wild ride of the last few minutes. “A change of pace, eh? Let’s finish off nice and slowly.”
He holds me at the hip, pulling me to him to match his rhythm, and his easy penetration of my now wide and slippery passage is sheer honey and cream. Sighing, I rock with him, and rapturously, climax bubbles up again in me, my fluttering pussy quaking around him. Michael feels it coming I think, and as orgasm blooms through me for a second time, he releases his grip on my hips to slide massaging hands over my waist and shoulders, drawing his nails down along my spine. I luxuriate in his caresses as climax, dark and sleek, takes me again...
... but now, so differently. The glow of orgasm smoulders through me, in lazy ripples that run through my core and belly and thighs, leaving me sighing and whimpering in pleasure. It is a sweet, ecstatic moment that, as the glow fades, is overtaken by Michael, gasping, to drop down behind, his arms tightly around me as he trembles and spills into me.
After long seconds, he raises himself from me, gently withdraws and sitting back on the bed, offers me my glass of wine.
“Think you can cope with that for a few months?” he says to my Master.
“Oh, I think so, yes.”
MICHAEL
“Do you think he’ll be alright?” she asks.
“I think so. His wound is healing. It’ll just take time, that’s all.”
“I didn’t mean that. I meant...”
“What?”
“I mean... Do you think he’ll be... alright?”
“For sex, you mean?”
What’s going through your head, Babe?
“Yes.”
“Yes, I think he’ll be alright... Would it matter to you if he wasn’t? Make a difference to you, about how you feel about him?”
“No of course not, but I wonder how important it is to him?”
“Charlotte, when James won that first contract with Haswell, it was worth millions to him. Most men at that point would have bought themselves a flashy car, a boat, even a house. He went out and bought himself a virgin. What does that tell you?
CHARLOTTE
“What’s the problem, Charlotte?” asks Richard. “You look upset.”
“Oh, the university isn’t very happy about the way my course is being moved around, or at least, the way I’m moving around it. It’s getting a bit uncomfortable trying to talk to my tutors.”
Richard peers at me over his glasses. “That’s supposed to be all sorted out. I dealt with it myself... Francis...” he yells through the door. “Get me Chancellor Wilmore on the phone, would you. Tell him I’d like to meet up for a chat about the donation they’re asking for towards that new library wing.”
He winks at me. “When you’ve got them by the wallet, their heart and minds will follow.”
Despite myself, I grin.
MICHAEL
“I don’t think I can add much to this,” I say. “I’ll go for a walk down by the river while you’re all in there. Give me a call when you’re done, and I’ll meet up with you.”
When I re-join them, a couple of hours later, James and Richard are sitting at a table, each nursing a beer.
“Where’s Charlotte?”
“Gone shopping,” says James.
“Shopping? When did Charlotte ever go shopping? She hates shopping.”
“It’s a university town,” says James wryly. “She’s just discovered the street with all the second-hand bookshops...”
“Ahhh... Right... Might as well get a beer then.”
“Several beers I should think.”
I order myself a drink. “How did it go? Got her course details sorted out?”
“Yes, and we’re both quite pleased with the result,” says Richard. “James said, and I suspect you agree, that, for her own safety, he’d be happier having Charlotte close at hand, rather than away for long periods...”
“Yes, I am happier with that...”
“Good. So, we’ve arranged with the university, that she can cover a lot of the material by distance learning and online training. So long as she can pass the exams, that covers all the academic material. And the practical experience presents no difficulties. I’ll make sure she works her way around everything that’s available in the industry within fifty miles. James here can handle that. He has a better grip on that side of things than I do.”
“Sounds ideal. And the university is okay with that?”
“I’m making sure they’re okay with it. They lean on the Haswell Corporation for a lot of favours. I’ve called some of them in this time.” He looks smug, sips his beer.
“You like getting your own way, don’t you?” I comment.
“Privileges of wealth,” he smiles. “I can recommend it.”
“I imagine you can. And by the way, you’ve not pulled the wool over my eyes, about at least one of your reasons for wanting Charlotte close by...”
He eyes me. “Meaning?”
“Charlotte is not Beth’s bodyguard.”
“Mmmm... She’s done a better job of it than Ross. On his watch, Beth has been kidnapped twice, and Charlotte herself escaped when he was supposed to be guarding her.”
“That still doesn’t make it Charlotte’s responsibility to look after your wife...”
James watches us, narrowed eyed and silent.
Richard nods, musing over his beer. “Are you going to explain that to her? Or would you like me to try it?”
He has a point.
Let it go...
“And Charlotte, is she satisfied with your arrangements with the university?”
“She seems to be, yes,” says Richard.
I glance across at James. “You’re unusually quiet. Do you think she’s happy with it?”
“She’s happy enough,” he says, dryly. “And for once in this, she’s going to do as she’s damn well told. She’ll get what she wants this way, so she has no good reason for arguing about it.”
I fall silent, sipping my drink as they discuss future plans, the re-timed plans for the City project, the move to the new headquarters...
He’s feeling better... The arrogance is back...
... though you’re a good man, my friend... even if you have sharp edges...
But what if you weren’t...?
You had a failed marriage and it didn’t turn you... You simply found an outlet...
Did Klempner go wrong because of what happened with Charlotte’s mother?
No... He was already a trafficker... He turned her stomach...
There were two of them, and she was made to choose...
My thoughts are interrupted.