Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mastering Charlotte: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

MichaelShe chuckles in return and relaxes her hold on me. It's easier now and slick as she is, I can reach in to touch her bud, small and hard under my fingers.I build an easy, gradual tempo, a heartbeat cadence; slow-fucking her inside, and outside, spiralling fingertips around her nub, coiling circles over it and gently flicking and massaging. Her face buried into the nook of my head and shoulders, her breathing grows long and deep, There's a faint reflection from the pool, shimmering over the rise and fall of her breasts; and a sheen to her skin; I think, the spreading flush of her arousal. She smells warm and lusty.She's rising inside, her sex clenching sporadically at me as I sheath myself in her flesh, gradually and repeatedly. She shivers under me, but it's not from the cold. Instead, she's growing warmer, and the shivering grows to a shudder of the hips and thighs until........ with a cry, she quivers into orgasm. Her beautiful pussy pulsates and clenches exquisi

JamesShe's swallowing hard, struggling to speak and she won't look up."He said that.... you think you are too old for me… that you will never marry me. He said that he loves me. He offered me the ring and asked that I think about it.".... At least the two versions of events agree…"That's better."She's sniffing........ Calm her down....I gentle my voice. "Charlotte, look at me. Charlotte…" .... You must understand this, Jade....Her eyes are still downcast, so I cup her chin with my hand and force her to face me. "Listen to me. Michael is correct. I will not marry you, however I may feel about you ....".... the gloss in her eyes increases....".... And I am too old for you. You are a young woman. You will still be a young woman when I am an old man."She shakes her head, everything about her screaming denial. "I don't care about that, Master.""No, perhaps not now, but you will in a few years' time. Michael is much closer to your own age. And besides,

MichaelI wake to find Charlotte's face pushed against my chest. Her breathing wheezes a little from having her nose pressed hard into my flesh. It's not the world's romantic sound, but I couldn't care less.Her red hair is a tumble of copper over her pale skin. Her green eyes… well, they are closed now and a part of me longs for them to open........ but another part revels in the moment, knowing that she has given herself to me…..... to us....One hand rests under her cheek, supporting her head against the pillow. The other lies outside the blankets and rests on my hips in an almost-embrace. And on that hand are displayed the two rings of twisted gold, lying so closely together that, to the unknowing eye, they would appear as one. One is of strands of white and yellow gold. One of red and yellow…I gave her the white and gold. And after, James gave her the red and gold. She accepted both, slipping them on to her ring finger, to sit together as a matched pair, a symbol

MichaelJames' eyes narrow in a way that I've not seen before, but which clearly spells trouble....Oh, shit....Charlotte's gaze flicks to his and then breaks away. She releases Haswell's hand as though it might bite her, looking to me. I give her a long glance and then I look away.The whole thing happens in under a second, but....His voice curt, "Shall we go?" says James. "I'm all done here today." He spins and exits.I nod politely to Haswell, then, "Thanks for the coffee, Francis, was it?"She smiles. "You're welcome."Charlotte and I trail behind in James' wake.Out of earshot of others, I murmur, "Never thought I'd see that…""What?" Her voice is low and.... .... Does she realise yet that she's got trouble coming…?"James showing jealousy over you. Didn't think he had it in him."She wrinkles her nose. At any other time, it would look charming, but now my stomach clenches........ Fuck… It's me too.... "Jealous? Why would he be jealous?" she asks

MichaelCharlotte stirs, rubbing her neck and grumbling under her breath. Eyes still closed, she groans and straightens up, then blinking open, she startles before........ What's that expression?.... It's not pleasure at seeing us...."Sleep well?" I ask, not troubling to hide my irritation.She's still kneading at her stiff neck. "No, not really. What are you two doing here?""What are we doing here?" says James. "What are you doing here? You scared the hell out of us this morning. Where d'you think you're going?""Home. Well, back to college anyway.""Like this? Walking?""Only to the station." She drips sarcasm. "They have trains there, you know.""For God's sake," he snaps. "Get in the car. We can talk back at the house."She huffs. "No, we can't. I'm done with talking.""Charlotte," hisses James. "I'm telling you. Get in the car, and we'll talk about last night, back at the house, where we have some privacy." Her face blanks, but there's steel in her e