by Simone Leigh
His arms are tight around me, his voice hoarse.
Oh, my Golden Angel. Please, don’t be so upset….
“Hey, I’m okay.” I try to keep my voice bright and uplifting. “It doesn’t matter what I promised. You didn’t think I was going to hang around when the building was on fire did you?” I laugh. “I was quite sure you didn’t intend me to promise to stay and get roasted …”
His face falls and I wonder if I’ve said the right thing.
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Our stay indefinite, but with no real outlet for the stress of events, the hotel feels like a trap. Michael, normally my rock, my anchor when all else is in turmoil around me, seems to suffer the most.
I’m not sure what his difficulty is, but after our initial meeting, he is distant, not exactly cool but unengaged….
Is it that I hurt him? Or that he thinks he hurt me?
He fucked me when I’d missed being able to take my pill for a few days. Perhaps he feels guilty about that? He doesn’t need to. Nothing came of it. But I’ve not found the right moment to reassure him.
I want to put it right. I know that I upset him when I set off, against all his wishes, to find Beth He punished me for it, but we have put that behind us now….
…. haven’t we?
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Backing me against the wall, my Master leans over me, fixing me with his narrow-eyed gaze, pinning my wrists above my head.
“This has gone on long enough.” he says. “I know that you and Michael had issues with each other; he with your behaviour over Beth, you with how he punished you, but both of those are dead and gone. It’s time to call it quits.”
My voice chokes. “What do I do, Master? He barely looks at me, let alone speaks to me. I’ve tried to talk with him, but I’m not sure he wants me any more….”
“He does. But he’s having trouble dealing with what happened, so I’m intervening.”
“What do you want me to do, Master? I want things back as they were as well.”
“The three of us are going to make love, and fuck together, as we always have done. I want to see you with that wide-eyed look you give him when he pushes his cock in your mouth. And I want to see him with that glazed expression he has, when he watches you come.”
I’d love that….
“I’d like that too, Master.”
His eyes soften. “I’m glad to hear it. Now, go wait in the bedroom. I’ll find Michael.”
“No need. I’m here. And yes, that.… sounds good….”
Michael leans against the door, looking in at us, blinking a bit. “Wine perhaps? Something to eat? Soften the edges a little?”
My Master tilts his head in agreement. “Excellent idea.”
The three of us, sitting on the bed together: we share cheese, bread and olives. The wine is crisp and cold, with that perfect edge of chill and aroma that takes you to Summer hillsides and views of the sea. As we eat and drink, we say little, but Michael’s gaze wanders constantly to me before once more, he looks down again.
I hurt you. I didn’t mean to….
Standing with my two Lovers, my Master takes me at the shoulders, kissing me, softly, open mouthed. Tugging at my pullover, he lifts up and over my head, then, turning me, “Face Michael. Finish undressing.”
Flushing slightly, feeling a little awkward, I turn to my blond, blue-eyed Lover. I meet his eye for a moment, but then glance down, embarrassed by the space that has grown between us. He tilts up my chin with a finger, compelling my gaze to his, and lips curving as his mouth meets mine, he reaches around me, unhooking my bra, releasing my breasts to swing pendulously into his hands. My nipples tighten as he thumbs at them, crinkling rosy pink against my white skin, and a heated flush of arousal rises up my chest and neck.
My Master retires, standing to one side, as Michael takes me, his arms around my shoulders and waist, eyes intense, and his smiling lips brushing mine; my Golden Lover returned to me.
My pussy is running warm, liquid, loose. I want my Lovers with me, both of them, inside me.
Michael breaks away, and, hands on my waist, turns me again, to face my Master.
My Dark Angel.
His black-eyed gaze on me, his kiss is also soft and leisurely. One hand cupping a breast, the other strokes my cheek. From behind, Michael sweeps my hair to one side, mouthing and nibbling at the soft skin on the nape of my neck.
My breathing deepens, my mood rapturous as my two Lovers seduce me. For too long we have not done this, but now….
Michael, behind me, unzips my skirt, then his hands sliding down and inside, he pushes skirt and panties down to my feet in one smooth, practiced movement. “Step.” he murmurs, and I lift my feet, freeing myself, to stand naked between them.
My Master glances over my shoulders. I know that look.… he and Michael.…
He stoops, picking me up; carries me to the bed, then lays me carefully down, head on the pillow. The two of them, still fully dressed, stand over me, smiling down. Exchanging a glance, again my Master withdraws, leisurely unbuttoning his shirt. Michael sits beside me, sweeping his hands over my body.
“What would you like?” he says.
“You.” I brush blond locks from his face. “I’ve missed you.”
“I never went away.” He strokes the outline of my lips with a finger. “I’m sorry if it seemed otherwise.” Then he stoops to kiss me again. His mouth is soft and warm, the kiss tender, and all I want is for this to continue.
Smiling, blue eyes crinkling, he bends further, to suckle at a breast, but one hand quests south. Winding fingers through my red and dampening curls, he eases to my thighs, pushing ever-so-slightly to either side. “Let me in.” he whispers.
I lift my knees, parting a little, but now, my Master sits at the end of the bed, pushing my legs apart, spreading me wide. He watches as Michael fingers my clit, opening my folds, parting my pussy lips. Pleasure stabs, silver and bright, through to my sex as I mewl at his touch.
Panting, sweating, as arousal curls up from my heating, flowing core, I stretch, displaying myself for them. Michael, watching my writhing movements, smiles as he pushes two fingers inside me, my slick pussy shivering around him as he thrusts home; at first gently, and then harder as he tests my arousal. Gasping and quake, I arch my spine to meet him.
Oh God…. I want you inside me….
Their eyes meet again, and now Michael retreats, undressing while my Master clasps me at the ankles, pulling me to overhang the edge of the bed. Kneeling between my thighs, swinging my feet over his shoulders, for a moment, he locks eyes with me again, lips twitching. I know what is coming, and he is making me wait, enjoying my anticipation. Michael behind him, strips off his jeans, revealing his erection. It stands, glistening at the tip, and throbbingly tall against his stomach.
Breathing hot over my thighs, the skin already slippery over my heated sex, my Master pulls my pussy lips wide, stretching me open, looking inward; he has always enjoyed examining me. One finger circling inside the quivering muscle, I jerk and shake as the movement makes my pussy pulse, each motion drawing a whimper from me.
It’s too much. My pussy is melting and hungry. I’ve waited too long for this. “Please.” I whisper.
He smiles, and leaning forward, draws his tongue between my lips, full length, from cunt to clit.
Convulsing, I howl. He circles my clit, winding it into spirals as my pussy clenches and clutches, desperate to be filled. Then, dropping down, he plunges deep, his tongue dancing inside me as I wail and moan, spine and thighs straining as I arch up from his shoulders.
Grinning, Michael straddles me, nudging his cock to my mouth. “That’s more like it. Now, let’s hear you make that noise again.” And as his shaft pushes towards my lips, my Master swipes out inside me, sending my inner muscles into spasms. I fling my head back, my mouth opening wide as I yell.
“That’s just what I had in mind.” says Michael, pushing his seeping cock-head between my lips.
“Now, look at me. I want to see that expression James was talking about.” Briny-sweet pre-cum trickles across my tongue, the musky perfume of his groin flooding my nostrils as my voice is abruptly cut off by the cock gagging me.
I want to buck and jerk as my Master tongue-fucks me. His mouth fastened around my pussy now, he laps and licks, cleaning me out as I flood scalding juices. The tension rising in me, in belly, cunt and thighs as, my orgasm coiled tight, it readies to spring loose.
Michael, using my mouth to pleasure himself, pushes his hard cock inside, almost to gag point, before withdrawing, he allows me to swallow, then pushes in again. My jaws stretched achingly wide, I can’t work him. Instead, wrapping lips over teeth, I simply accept him, pressuring the ridge of his cock-head as he works himself on me.
He locks eyes as he face-fucks me. “Not today,” he says, “But one day, I’m going to try deep-throating you, just to see how it works out. I’d really like to push my cock in all the way, hilt myself to your lips....”
Head tilting back, eyes squeezed shut, I bawl out my climax as my pussy goes into convulsions. My hips trying to buck as my Master pins me, he holds me tight as he rides my orgasm, my cunt shuddering into his mouth.
Michael stares down at me. “I love watching you come….” Then he breathes deeply, visibly containing himself. “I’d love to just spill myself inside you right now, but….” He groans…. “…. Oh, what the hell…” and hot cream floods my mouth, splashing to the back off my throat, before, pulling free, he spurts his last over my face. “I love watching you lick my cum off your lips too.” he says. “Go on. Lick yourself clean.”
His eyes are deep, intense, as I wipe my tongue over my mouth, sucking at my lips, revelling in the taste of him. Then as the moment passes, his face softens again. “I’ve missed this, you know; the sheer fun of being with you.”
My Master has withdrawn and is now repositioning himself, his thighs between mine, cock nuzzling at me. Michael casts backwards, smiling as he sees. “I think your Master wants to fuck you now.” I can’t see him, but I hear a rustle, and the rip of foil.
Michael unstraddles me, sitting to one side and pouring himself another glass of wine. “I’ll enjoy watching you fuck together.” he says as, my Master, nudging inside, and then penetrating me, I swing my hips in and up, to wrap my legs around his waist.
My Master; my first man, and whom, I later realised, I loved almost from the day we met. He bought me at auction; he paid for me, and he took me, with my virginity, but did it so thoughtfully, and with such care, that I, without knowing at the time, became his from the first. I do not believe he knew then it either. But later, I understood that I had fallen in love with him, and he with me.
And I met Michael only a day later…. and in time, I fell in love with him too.
And now my Master, pressing in, begins to move within me, easily at first, thrusting only lightly, and I move with him, matching my rhythm to his as our bodies meet. Stroke for stroke, I rock with him, my hips angling to take him deeply within me. He doesn’t smile, except behind his eyes, but his lips brush with mine as he takes me, claiming his own, his body dancing inside mine.
And now, he thrusts harder, pistoning me, his shaft slicking in and out of me, ploughing in, driving deep. His breathing is heavy, his forehead forming beads of moisture, chest glistening with sweat. Ramming hard, he gifts me this pain/ecstasy which I crave, and of which, I never tire.
His climax is violent. Stiffening, he erupts inside me as, every muscle tensed, shuddering and groaning, he pours himself into me. Head dropped beside mine, he pants, and gasping, flops atop me.
As his breathing slows to normal, looking up again, he blinks as Michael thrusts a glass of wine at him. “Um, yes, thanks. Just give me a minute.”
He rolls away from me, staring at the ceiling, then his eyes slide across to mine, then Michael’s. “You two good now?”
Michael meets my eyes, then, “Yeah, we’re good.”
“I’m pleased to hear it. I’ll have that wine now.”
We sit together, we three, simply enjoying each other’s company again. This is how it is meant to be, with our shared warmth, love and companionship.
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Later, dressed, and the three of us sharing a meal together in the lounge, Michael has an air about him of…. what? He starts speaking, pauses, then starts again.
He’s nervous?
“Charlotte, er…. with everything that’s happened, Christmas has kind of been and gone without us. I wanted to give you a home for Christmas, and I’ve not been able to do that. And I didn’t want to get you clothes or jewellery or perfume, because I know that things like that don’t mean anything to you. But I did want to give you something special, something that counts for you.”
Hesitantly, he slides an envelope towards me. “For you.” There is…. an expectancy, about him.
My Master looks intrigued. I glance up at him and he shrugs. Whatever Michael’s gift is, my Master is not ‘in on it’,
I open the envelope. It contains two pieces of paper, both scanned copies of an original. Staring at them, for a few moments, I don’t understand what I am looking at.
Then the haze clears….
The first: ‘This is to certify that on this day of 14th April, 1992, Frank Conners did join in lawful wedlock with Michelle Kimberley.... by mutual consent before witnesses….”
The second: “This is to certify the following record of birth…. Name: Jennifer Conners. Sex: Female. Name of Father: Frank Conners. Maiden Name of Mother: Michelle Kimberley….”
I stare at them, my eyes filling. After a minute, I gasp, finding myself releasing breath I didn’t know I was holding, and I just sit there, not knowing how to react.
Michael looks worried. “Hey, I didn’t mean to upset you. I thought you’d be pleased….”
“Oh, I am, I am.” I stutter…. “How…. Where?”
My Master’s voice is irritable. “Am I permitted to see what all this is about?”
Silently I pass the documents across the table to him. A brief glance and his eyes widen.
“I know that it matters to you, finding out where you come from.” says Michael. “And after what Klempner said to you about your mother, I thought it was even more important.”
Tears streaming down my face, I simply nod. He continues. “I had trouble tracking down the records because of course, all that area has been levelled, and I didn’t know where old documents were being stored. And so old as that, they’d not been digitised either. But with Klempner dragging your mother’s name into things, and his obvious interest in you, Will Stanton had good cause to, um, assign resources, to tracking down the information.”
“One thing’s clear from this.…” says my Master. “Whatever the truth of the whole thing, Klempner lied. Your mother and father were married. I wonder just what it is he has against you? Or perhaps against your mother and father?”
“I thought about that too.” says Michael. “A grudge against the parents, taken against the child?”
I finally recover my words. “Oh, thank you. Thank you.” I fling my arms around him, and now, Michael’s eyes flood.
The door buzzes, and without waiting for a reply, Richard enters, followed by Beth. “James, I just wanted to go over….” He pauses, surveying the scene; my tears, Michael’s glossy eyes, my Master’s frown. “Um, is this a bad time?”
“No.” says my Master. “No, not at all. You’ve just caught us at, um, a bit of an emotional moment. Michael just gave Charlotte her belated Christmas gift.…”
Richard, lips compressed, looks disapprovingly at my Golden Lover. “And she’s crying about it?”
“It’s alright.” I say. “Really, it’s alright. It’s just.… Michael’s found my birth certificate and my parents’ marriage certificate.”
He breaks into a broad smile. “Congratulations, Charlotte. I can imagine how important that is to you. Er…. May I look at them? Would you mind?”
He slips out the two papers, quickly glances at one, then the other, and bursts out laughing, passing them to Beth. She, just as quickly, quickly glances over them, and again,s laughs out loud.
My Master and Michael look at him, baffled. I’m confused myself.
“What’s funny?” asks Michael.
Beth is grinning widely. “What’s funny….” says Richard, “….is that Elizabeth’s maiden name, was Kimberley.”
I stare at him. “You’re kidding.…”
Richard is also smiling hugely. “Nope. I always thought the two of you looked too much alike for it to be a co-incidence.” he says. “Welcome to the family….”
Beth wraps her arms around me. Richard glances briefly at my Master (asking permission?). My Master holds up his hands in a ‘How could I refuse?’ gesture, and Richard hugs me too, giving me a chaste kiss on the cheek.
And for the second time that day, I burst into tears.
After we have all calmed down a little, Michael still looking bemused at the sheer impact of his ‘gift’, my Master says, “Of course, this all begs the question of why Klempner said what he did to Charlotte….”
I sober up quickly. “I felt as soon as spoke, that he had some kind of grudge against me. He said it was because of Jenkins getting killed, that he held me to blame for that. But it didn’t feel right. I’m sure he was lying about that. If his grudge was actually with my mother, or my mother and father…”
Michael interrupts. “I should mention, Charlotte, that this isn’t the only information that Will is trying to find. When these came to light, I also asked him, and he agreed, to try to have any other family connections checked. None came to light….”
“However,” interrupts, Richard, “Now that we know there is a family connection, and we have a starting point, we can start a proper search on your behalf.” says Richard.
