The Lover's Children

Chapter 30 – The Idylls of March #2

CHARLOTTE

Beth stands beside me, sucking at her lips, her chest rising and falling under the robe. Richard folds

arms, dazzling her with a white and brilliant smile. “My Love? I believe you are forgetting something.”

Beth ducks her head then, unknotting the belt, slips the robe from her shoulders. She murmurs low to

me. “Oh, God. When he looks at me like that, I just want to drop to my knees and beg.”

I reply equally quietly. “I don’t think you’ll have to beg for long.”

Richard's smile slides to me, wicked as whipped cream. “Charlotte?”

“Sir?”

“Be so good as to remove your robe also.”

I hesitate. I’ve never undressed for Richard. Not just Richard. Always before it has been at my Master’s

bidding. I steal a glance to Michael but he offers no support, simply gazing at me, his face unreadable.

Richard’s forehead wrinkles. “Charlotte, I gave you an instruction. An instruction issued, by proxy, from

your own Master.”

“Yes, sir.” I reach for the tie of my robe…

… His voice, from behind me. I didn’t hear him arrive. Didn’t know he was there. “You shouldn’t have

needed instruction for that, Charlotte. Nor any reminder.”

I turn to face him. “No, Master. Sorry, Master.”

He isn't smiling, but in that secret place he hides, I know his smile is lurking. He moves close, tilting up

my chin with a finger to stare me in the eye. A flogger dangles from his other hand, the tails flicking and

twitching. “In future, Charlotte, you will obey Richard as you would obey me. I would have thought that

was understood by now.”

I lower my face. “Yes, Master.”

“Good.” He winds the finger in a circle and obediently, I turn to face Richard.

“So…” Blue eyes hold steady on mine… “Are you going to obey my instruction now?”

“Yes, sir.” I unravel the tie, let the garment fall away.

From behind me, “Richard, do you wish to discipline Charlotte for her disobedience?”

“I didn't mean to disobey, Master.”

A whisper of air…

A flicker of movement in my peripheral vision…

My gasp at the sting of the lash on the back of my naked thighs…

“You hesitated to obey. After I had previously instructed you to accept Richard’s instructions as though

they were mine.”

Unreasonably, Pussy is melting…

Liquefying…

A trickle scalds down between my thighs.

The pain...

The pleasure...

The Rush...

“I don’t think we need discuss punishment, James. Charlotte was merely displaying proper deference

to her own Dom. And I believe we both know your sub well enough to have a good idea of what she’s

thinking right now.” He gestures to the bed. “Charlotte, on all fours, please. My wife wants to watch me

fuck you. Elizabeth, go join Michael.”

Beth’s breath catches, but she pads across to Michael who reels her in to sit between his legs. He’s

speaking as I take my position on the comforter. “You’ll have to excuse me, Beth. I’ve only just finished

with Charlotte upstairs. I’ve not had time to recharge. But don’t worry, there’s more than one way to

give a lady the finish she deserves.”

On my hands and knees, my head hanging low, hair swinging, Richard guides me by the shoulders.

“Turn a little, Charlotte. I want you close to the edge of the bed, parallel to the side.” As I shuffle

around, “James, will you be joining me?”

My Master’s voice, dark as bitter chocolate, “Thank you, Richard, yes. I’ll watch for a while. Let me

know when you require assistance.”

They’re both going to fuck me…

…

But how?

Perhaps my uncertainty shows. Richard speaks quietly. “For the avoidance of doubt, Charlotte, I know

that right now, it is Michael's prerogative to finish inside you. I'll not abuse my privileges. But… I can

enjoy you, and all your parts…” He flashes brows… “… in other ways.”

“Of course, sir…” Inside me, something ripples and flows.

Despite myself, I had worried a little. I twist to see Michael. Beth, moon-eyed, her skin sheening, sits

naked on his lap as he murmurs something soft to her. One hand cups a breast, thumbing a nipple.

The other rests between her thighs, shiny-fingered, moving rhythmically. But all the while, Michael is

watching me. Smiling, he blows me a kiss.

A tap on my shoulder. “Charlotte, pay attention.” On hands and knees as I am, Richard’s groin is close

by my face, his trousers bulging, but with more than a burgeoning erection. Fishing into a pocket, he

produces a small something: a silvery steel teardrop, wasp-waisted, the head set with a green gem.

“You’ve seen this before.”

One hand winding into my hair, with the other, he holds the plug by the gem, offering it to my lips.

“Open your mouth. You know where it’s going. I’m sure you would prefer it lubricated.”

Pussy clenches and throbs. Obediently, I lick and suck at the smooth steel shaft, cold against the heat

of my mouth.

“That’s it...” Richard seats himself behind me. “… Spread your knees, Charlotte. I want you fully open.

Michael and Elizabeth want to be able to see. Your Master too.”

As I shuffle my knees apart, the coolth of the air washes between my thighs and over heating flesh.

Richard trails the tip of the plug along my spine. From the nape of my neck, a chilled point of sensation

travels, a frisson that skitters over my skin and sets a pulse throbbing within.

The tip trails down over my ribs, then along the small of my back before holding, a little north of its

target. I know what’s coming. What Richard is going to do. My lungs heave. My heart pounds. But

inside, I’m growing warm and loose.

The tip kisses at my rear entrance and involuntarily, I clench. Common sense tells me it’s not truly cold,

but against my flushed skin, it could be carved from ice. Richard pauses. “Relax, Charlotte. This jewel

was my gift to you some time past. I intend that you wear it. So, take it the easy way.”

“Sorry, sir.”

“Take a couple of slow breaths. You’re familiar with this. It won’t hurt so long as you relax.”

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I inhale…

… then let the air drain away…

In…

Out…

Relax…

“That’s better.” Another pause. The kiss of ice leaves me... A sucking sound… And the chill touch once

more…

This time, it pushes in… Breaching my entrance… Stretching me… Penetrating me…

Preparing me?

Instinctively, I suck in air again…

… And the teardrop settles into position, held in place by its narrow neck.

That odd sensation inside…

Filled…

A warm palm strokes over me, my ass, cupping the cheeks. “Yes, very becoming, Charlotte. When you

first wore this for me, I thought it suited you. I still do.”

Richard’s hand rests, a slight pressure from the heel pressing the plug inward. Fingers dip lower,

plucking and rubbing and stroking my hot and fluid flesh. “You’re very wet, Charlotte. I think you’re

enjoying this more than you like to admit.”

The fingers slip inside me, winding idle spirals that tease and tantalize with penetrating to any great

depth. “Charlotte, since I am denied the pleasure of your pussy today, I shall use your mouth. Instead.”

He stands, taking another something from his pocket, moving to sit by my face. But head lowered,

through the waterfall of my hair, I can’t see what he’s holding.

“You have been very busy recently, with Michael,” says Richard. “The noises James and I have been

hearing downstairs were quite distracting. All that wailing and howling. Not that it doesn’t make for a

pleasant background, but it’s difficult for a man to work under such conditions. In any case, I’ve decided

that if you want to be noisy, then I shall put your range of sounds to good use.”

He sweeps my hair to one side, brushing it over my shoulder, clearing my vision. Then he shows me

the something... Some contraption in metal and plastic. “Ever worn one of these before, Charlotte?”

I have no idea what it is. Inside I twitch. Outside, dumbly, I shake my head.

“No?” Richard sounds pleased. “That's good. I can introduce you to something new.” As he fiddles with

the thing. “James, whilst I occupy myself here, perhaps you could entertain yourself at the other end.”

He passes across something else…

How much stuff can one man carry in his pockets?

My Master replies in tones of chocolate and velvet. “My pleasure, Richard.” A movement behind me.

The settling of the mattress as he makes himself comfortable. I startle at his touch as he strokes over

my vulva, then shudder as he draws long fingers over my outer lips…

… through the crease of my thigh…

… then back again.

It is the lightest and most fleeting of caresses, but sensation sparks over my skin, sparkles through my

flesh. My core heats and throbs.

The touch ceases.

Behind me again, the rustle of fabric. The mattress under me shifts and I rock a little as my weight

shifts with it.

A Click!

A buzz...

A vibe.

There’s only one place that can be going.