by Simone Leigh
Ah….
“Which is?”
“I’m going to be locked away for a long time. Probably for good. Come and visit me.”
I stand, my chair grating backwards. “You cannot be serious.”
He sucks his lips. “I’m perfectly serious. Come and visit me…. Talk to me sometimes.”
“You murdered her father, tried to destroy her mother, enslave her…. And you want her to visit you?” hisses Michael.
“What harm can it do?” says Klempner. You think they’re going to let me near her?”
“What I have to get past….” says Michael, “…is that I’m looking at a man who kidnapped, assaulted, and intended to rape and sell, my wife-to-be, and to crown it all, suspects he might be her father, suddenly turns into Father Christmas and says that everything’s suddenly okay?”
“Yes, I did all that. But that was then. And…. I’ve already lost the game.”
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Michael
“I don’t know what the two of you said to Klempner, but he’s changed his plea.”
“Sorry?”
Will Stanton scratches his head. “He’s changed his plea. He’s saying that he’ll give a full statement and plead guilty.”
“Does he say why?”
“Yes. The other thing he says is, that he doesn’t want Charlotte to testify in court. If she makes a written statement of anything considered relevant, he will comment and confirm whatever is there.”
“What does he get out of this? A shorter sentence? A plea-bargain?”
“Hardly. We have him for murder, attempted murder, trafficking, assault; the lawyers are still arguing over exactly what the charge is over the business of the attack on the Haswell Building, but since he’s confessed, in writing and on tape, to being responsible for it, that hardly matters. With what we’ve got on him now, regardless of Charlotte’s testimony, he’ll not be coming out of prison again for a very long time, if at all. He’ll probably be sentenced to life-long imprisonment. In other times and places, he would certainly get a death sentence. Mind you, his lawyers are trying to argue that he’s not of sound mind and shouldn’t be tried at all. Or that he should be judged as not guilty by reason of insanity. But even if they got away with that, which I doubt, he’d still end up in a high security psychiatric institution.”
Is this for real? Can it possibly be for real?
“So, why then?”
Will’s voice hovers between bafflement and misgiving. “He’s making the sounds of remorse….”
“Go get your life back.”
“You believe him? That Klempner’s trying to make amends?”
He shrugs. “Perhaps. But whatever the reason, if he does what he says, we don’t need Charlotte’s testimony.”
“You mean, she doesn’t need to appear in court? She can go home? We can all go home?”
“It’s looking good, yes.”
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“Do you think he could possibly be sincere? After everything he did, you think he would simply give up? Forget his revenge, just like that?” James, sitting up in bed, radiates scepticism.
“I’ve got to say, no. But…. if we don’t at least consider taking him at face value, what are our alternatives? We all have to disappear, like Charlotte’s mother? Change our identities? Give up our lives?”
James sits, silent. Lips pressed together in a hard, white line. Then, “We can take precautions of course.”
“Of course. I’m already on it. And this time, it’s more than just keeping an axe under the bed.”
“Oh?”
“The house is a complete renovation anyway. While it’s stripped to the foundations, it’s as good a time as any to install any extras we might think of.”
“Such as?”
“Cameras, security protection, fences, pressure detectors around the fences, vibration sensors on the windows….” James stares at me. “.… And since we were digging out the cellars anyway for your.…er…. ‘Play Room’….” James grins. “…. I’ve extended the digging somewhat to give us some extra options on getting out undetected if we need to.”
“You’re kidding? Some sort of secret door?”
“More than that. A tunnel. A literal bolt-hole, in case we ever have gunmen turn up again in the night. Personally, I don’t want any more midnight escapes through the snow.”
“Does Charlotte know about all this?”
“I’ve not gone into details…. She knows I’m doing something, but I think she’s trying not to think about it too hard right now…. Listen, one other possibility does occur to me, about Klempner’s motives. He changed his mind when it was pointed out to him that he was retaliating against someone who was completely innocent of what had happened. Even if taking Charlotte from her mother as a baby was part of his reprisals, her mother wouldn’t know anything about everything that’s happened since…. What kind of revenge is that?”
“So…?”
“So, Charlotte wants to know about her mother, probably to find her, and Klempner knows that. He’s in prison for God-knows-how-long. Suppose he intends to simply sit tight, and let Charlotte do his work for him, track her down? With everyone trying to help her because she’s the long-lost daughter, rather than the psycho she’s hiding from?”
“And then pick up where he left off? Sheesh…. that’s an uncomfortable thought…. you think he’s mad enough for that?”
“Yup. In fact, ‘mad’ is an interesting way of putting it. I’m told by Will Stanton that he may not end up in prison at all. He’s got doctors arguing that he’s psychotic, criminally insane; and lawyers on both sides saying he should be locked up for the good of the rest of the human race, but in a secure hospital. Personally, I think he’s just an evil bastard.
“So, we go for it? Try to get back to a normal life, but remain vigilant?”
“Eternal vigilance is the price of liberty? Yes, I think that’s about it….”
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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 in 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 irrita
bly. 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 is grinning. “God, I’ve missed this….”
I twist backwards 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 at 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 round, 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.
I’m ahead of him. I was also waiting for my Master to drink a few mouthfuls. Putting down my glass, still with his arms around me, I stroke his chest and stomach, kissing his shoulder and neck from my slightly awkward position. His breathing slows as he relaxes.
Running fingers through the scattered dark hairs of his chest, I circle his nipples with a finger, bringing a smile to his lips. He puts down his own glass, then leans back, eyes closing.
Tracing his body with my hand, I follow the fine line of hairs south down his flat belly, to his groin, where his cock lies quiescent. Trying not to look at the white scar on his thigh, I softly massage skin and muscle. I don’t venture too far in yet, avoiding his cock and balls. This should be slow and gradual. Exchanging glances with Michael, he is soft-eyed, approving. He thinks I’m taking the right approach.
I need to move. Sliding out from my Master’s embrace, I straddle his legs, but over the knees, not the thighs or groin. His eyes opening as I position myself, he follows my hands as I stroke my body, displaying myself for him, outlining the curve of waist and hip.
There is movement; Michael settling himself to kneel upright behind me, also straddling my Master’s legs, but with his knees between mine, pushing my legs further apart. His arms curve around to cup my breasts, fingers pulling at my nipples, elongating them. He nips and twists at them, sending frissons of electricity skipping down through my belly to my growling pussy. I whimper and yelp as he repeatedly tweaks and pinches; my Master’s cock twitching to life.
My Master’s eyes follow every movement as Michael gently torments my crinkling nubs, plucking harder each time, drawing louder cries from me with each movement. I know what he’s doing of course. This show is for my Master, and I respond with moans and yelps that will please and arouse him.
His shaft, hard now. “Down on all fours.” says Michael from behind me.
Obediently, I drop, reaching with my mouth for my Master’s cock, but Michael, knotting fingers into my hair, jerks my head back. “Not yet.”
“Ass up.” He pulls me up at the hip, then brings his hand across my naked butt cheeks. It’s not a hard slap, though noisy, more a warning I think, of what’s coming, but my Master’s cock twitches in response as I yelp.
Michael slaps harder, really stinging this time. The sound of the slap is loud, and now I yell.
My Master’s pupils are wide and dark. With every Smack! across my rump, with every holler from me, his cock jumps and trembles. Pre-cum oozing, quiveringly stiff now, he is ready for me, but still Michael does not release me. Again, he brings his hand hard across my ass, and I know that his fingerprints are glowing against my normally pale skin.
Then he plunges fingers inside me, thrusting hard. “Time to open you up.” he says, “At the back too I think.” A finger inserts into my rear passage, circling against the ring of muscle. I’m going to fuck you up the back, but you’re going to suck off your Master. And I want to see plenty in your mouth. And you’re going to ride him…. James, do you want to come in her pussy or her mouth?”
He’s panting, face flushed, chest glistening with sweat. “Oh, what a choice for a man…. Pussy I think. I still get a good view that way.”
“Sounds good to me…. Charlotte, you heard him. Onto your Master’s cock. Let’s see him up you.” He pulls me upright by the hair, then propels me forward on my knees, all but lifting me. “That’s right…. In it goes…. All the way…. Now, ride him.”
Speared by my Master, Michael with his hand twisted tightly into my hair, I raise and lower myself, sheathing and resheathing the lovely shaft inside me. For all his slow start, my Master is throbbingly hard now, filling my slick pussy as I revolve and gyrate my hips over his.
Michael’s spare hand returns to a nipple, pinching and nipping in time with my movements, and I wail in response. “That’s a good sound.” he says. “I like that sound. What about you James?”
“Oh, I like that sound too.”
“Thought so. Let’s hear more of it.” And his hand drops to my thighs, inserting inwards between my lips. He pauses, “This is going to hurt….” he says. “Just thought you’d like to know that.”
Barely have I taken his words on board, when he pinches hard at my clit. Blissful pain ripples through to my pussy, and I scream.
“That’s good….” mutters Mich
ael. “That’s what we want to hear. You, screaming.” He thumbs back the fleshy sheath. “Let’s see if we can improve on that, shall we.” And he pinches again, now on my hard and exposed bud.
The pain ricochets to my cunt, and it convulses into orgasm, pulsing and clenching around my Master’s shaft, deep inside me.
He grunts and jerks, and, head flinging forward, he comes too.
His hips bucking and grinding, he pumps into me. I am howling in climax, Michael continuing his torment of my clit.
Finally, I can take no more. “Stop. Oh, God, stop Michael…. I can’t….”
He pulls away, relaxing his hold on me, but his face snakes around my neck to kiss my cheek.
“Good girl.” he whispers. “Just what he needed.”
My Master does indeed look very relaxed, now again leaning back against the pillows, his expression, mellow.
He lets out a slow sigh. “I don’t think I’d realised how much I needed that. Thank you. Both of you.”
“My pleasure, Master.”
Michael chuckles “We aim to please…. Now then Charlotte. Back on your hands and knees. You’ve take care of your Master, but now your Lover would like your attention.”
I shuffle backwards a little, but as I drop down on all fours, my Master leans forward, taking my face in his hands. For a bare moment, he simply looks at me, then mouth open, he kisses me, before releasing me to my Golden Lover.
“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….
