All Chapters of The Master's Child: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

CharlotteMy Master has been thoughtful for some days. He sits, brooding in his armchair by the fire, his bad leg propped up to be bathed in the glow and the heat.I know what the problem is, occupying him...Well... one of the several problems...Should I say anything??Staying silent isn't helping...I pour two glasses of his favourite Rioja, then join him, pulling up a little stool to sit by his feet. As I offer him the glass, "How's Georgie doing now, Master? Staying over there, by herself in the hotel.""Thank you, Charlotte." He accepts the wine, his eyes briefly lifting, then drooping at the corners. "My daughter is... conflicted... I would say.""About what?""About my having proved that her mother lied to her all along, and that I'm not the Big Bad Bogeyman she'd convinced herself I am...""Surely she must be happier about that? About you?""You'd think, wouldn't you? But Georgie still doesn't want to accept the reality of your marriage to both me and

JamesCharlotte bucks and convulses under me, her pussy contracting and clutching and squeezing. Flinging back her head, mouth opening wide, she moans her way through climax.She looks astonishing and feels better, massaging my flesh with her own; heated, liquid, tight...But the pure physical pleasure, ecstatic as it is, is only part of what I wanted, so much, for this occasion. More than the purely carnal. I wanted my Jade-Eyes to know, to feel in her gut, the utter certainty that I am hers.Then, I hiss...While I'm sure she doesn't realise she's doing it, I think her fingernails are drawing blood from my shoulders...Fuck me...But I resist the urge to speak the words, simply gritting my teeth against the pain.She looks so beautiful; her face contorted in the euphoria of climax; eyes squeezed closed, lips peeled back, her hair a riotous, sweating tumble which spills over her face and breasts.As I told her, I thought long and hard about this evening, how to give

JamesThe elevator doors hiss open and, side by side, Richard and I stroll into the office."Good morning, Richard. James," smiles Francis. Reaching for a stack of mail, she passes a handful to Richard.He shuffles through, tossing most back into Francis' in-tray. "Forward those to the departmental heads, Francis. They can handle them...""Yes, Richard. And here's your post, James. There's also a package for you. It's was signed for and the courier was specific that it had to be given to you personally.""Really?" At my dry tone, Francis arches a brow. "Almost certainly some supplier sending me samples," I say. Still, as I open the package... Richard, slicing into an envelope, pauses. "Something wrong, James?""I'm just trying to make out the stamp. It's not local."Putting on my spectacles, I look more closely, then turn the package around to examine it from a different angle. "Francis, can you make it out? Your eyes are younger than mine."She peers in. "Nope. I

Richard drives while I call ahead. "Michael, can you talk? Are you private?""Um..." His voice drops... "Just give me a minute." In the background, Charlotte, Beth and Mitch are talking. One of the babies is crying...... The sound of footsteps... Behind the sound, the voices and the crying fade... Then silence. "Alright, I'm alone. What is it, James?""We've had news. Klempner may still be alive..." Michael's hissing response is quite audible... "... Certainly, he wasn't killed in the explosion as reported. We know that he was alive for certain three days later...""How the hell...?""I'll explain when I get there. But meanwhile, get the women together and prime Charlotte that she may have to hold her mother's hand.""I imagine she might need some hand-holding herself.""Yes, she might, but Charlotte can't miscarry..."*****Charlotte is waiting as we arrive, hovering in the hall by the door. "What...?"I forestall her, holding up a finger. "I'll tell you all toget

Michael"This is it, then?" Charlotte turns slowly, surveying the scatter of dismal buildings.James checks his screen. "Yes, Klempner's signal vanished from somewhere within five meters of where we're standing."It looks ideal Juliana territory: abandoned, mostly derelict; windows smashed, doors swinging. A casual inspection inside the nearest shack reveals nothing but the debris of years blown inside. At the edge of the reservoir only a few yards away, scummy water laps mud and concrete skinned with green.James pokes his head around the next door. "Nothing here. No footprints. Nothing looks like it's been disturbed in the last ten years."A car stands abandoned, the tires missing, door lock broken, radio gone.Charlotte cranes her neck, looking past it, then strides across cracked concrete. "Master... Michael..." She brushes dust and leaves away from a solar panel mounted on a wall. Despite the dirt, it looks far newer than anything around it."Doesn't look exactly