Mastering Charlotte のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

JamesThis is the three of us, for the first time in weeks, together again. Charlotte stands between us, her expression a little glazed, lips parted. I reel her in tight at the waist, fasten my mouth over hers. She smells sweet and tastes better, a quiver running through her as we kiss.Michael, now behind her, strokes her shoulders, her hair, then pushes her scented tresses to one side. There is the slight clicking of her dress zipper. As he slides it down, the dress falls open and to the floor.Her perfume is more powerful now, partly some expensive fragrance I think, but mainly it's her, the scent of her skin, her arousal. Michael nibbles at her, over the curve of her neck, at the delicate skin behind the ear to the hairline. Her face swings up and back, and she warbles her song as she reaches for him with her mouth.Unusually for her, Charlotte was wearing no bra and now stands only in her panties. I slide down her body, her breasts swinging full and loose by my mouth as I

James"Charlotte! Charlotte! Wake up." I sit up, holding her at the shoulders, trying to rouse her from her nightmare. Tossing and crying in her sleep, she struggles to escape."It's dark," she whimpers."Turn the lights on, Michael. For fuck's sake, turn them on!"A light snaps on to reveal the tear-streaked face of my auburn beauty. I wrap my arms around her. "Shhh… You're safe. You're safe. I'm here. Michael's here. Nothing's going to hurt you."She's trying to wipe her face dry. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry.... I was back there...." As I hold her close, her heart is hammering, her breathing punctuated by sobs.My eyes meet with Michael's.Is this happening often?"How about some hot milk? Or cocoa maybe? You stay with Michael. I'll go order from room service. No, I'll go downstairs myself. It will be faster."I pass her across to him, then snag a robe to go down to the hotel kitchens.The concierge gives me a sour look, asking her for service in the wee small hours....

James"Charlotte… Charlotte!"This time it is Michael shaking her awake. She sits up in the half-light of the lamp we left switched on by the bed.Jeez.... How are we going to deal with this…?She's going through hell every time she sleeps....Michael's holding her, murmuring quietly to her. I fetch the flask of hot chocolate I had pre-prepared........ Just in case....As I pour three cups, I'm glad I thought to do it.She doesn't say much, simply sips half her drink and drops off to sleep again. I spoon around her, holding her as she sleeps.*****I wake."What are you looking at?" It's Charlotte's voice. She's still in my embrace, but it's not me she's speaking to.Michael's voice, "You, asleep. I'm enjoying having you near."Michael is already dressed, sitting in an armchair next to the bed with a pot of what looks like strong black coffee. He smiles at her, reaching out to take her hand, stroking the fingers."I've got to go back this morning you know,"

JamesRoss is apologetic. "I'm sorry, Mr Alexanders. With the short notice, I didn't have the time to make a better meal.""Ross, it hardly matters. If you served me a cheese sandwich, I'd be a happy man."We sit to steak, perfectly pink inside, steamed vegetables, a chowder starter and fresh fruit salad for dessert.What would he have served with more time?"Listen, James." says Richard, "My apologies if I was out of order earlier, but the fact is that with events last summer, and… other things...." He glances across at Beth, so like my fire-haired beauty. ".... I have an interest in Charlotte and I'd like to help if I can."He's right....They're too alike........ In appearance anyway....It can't be a coincidence.…I drop my eyes in tacit acknowledgement of his apology. "I'm not sure how you can help, Richard. I understand your reasons for putting this forward and I do appreciate your intervention. There's no good way to bring the subject up with her, but doing

James.... and now she does move. As I penetrate her, she rises on the soles of her feet, her spine curving up and over against her restrained wrists. And the sound she makes.... somewhere between a gasp and a wail….... It's a good sound....Michael's voice, "That's a nice smile," he says. "We must be doing something right, eh?"I look up from my pleasant spot by her pussy. She's reaching to kiss him, and he drops down to her, open-mouthed, fingering at her tautly crinkled nipples. She moans again through their joined lips and I help things along by turning my attention to her clit. Small, red and nubbed, it slides under my tongue. So small a thing, so tiny a part of a woman's body, but she reacts, wailing out, her thighs spreading as she offers herself to me.She's quaking. A palm against each of her thighs, her muscle tension transmits through........ She's close........ but she's not coming yet....I meet eyes with Michael and we both break away, to leave her l