CHARLOTTE

“Please….”

“Please, what?”

“Please, Master. Please get inside me…”

“Like this?” He plunges deep inside me, hilting himself, then again withdrawing.

Hips bucking, I convulse and moan.

“Like that?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Want it again?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Ask nicely then.”

“Please, Master…”

“Please what?”

He’s playing me, but I can feel him trembling. He’s having difficulty restraining himself….

“Please, Master. I want you inside me.”

He thrusts again, a single time and withdraws. Again, my hips jerk, and I thrash under him.

Two can play that game….

He’s not expecting it. His weight is still on his arms, but I reach around to embrace him, pulling him down onto me. Now, he wraps his arms around me, and I make my move, heaving suddenly, to roll, taking him with me. I have just enough time to register the surprise on his face before he breaks into laughter as I scrabble for position. Now, he is on the bottom, and I straddle him.

“Yes, Master. I do want you inside me.” And I writhe my hips over him, positioning his cock at my entrance before sliding down on him.

Will he let me do this?

My Master sighs, lying back as he looks up at me, laughter in his eyes. “Nicely done, Madam.”

Winding my hips in slow circles, taking his shaft with me, I feel him hardening further inside me, enlarging. Slipping up and down on the cock deliciously within me, I take it just as slowly as he did, revelling in the feel of the head slipping in and out of my tight, but flooding pussy.

He gives himself to me, allowing me to take control. His eyes close, but his breath quickens as I increase the tempo a little.

“Good?” I ask.

For a moment he is silent, then, “It’s like the Glory that was Greece and the Power that was Rome.”

And, straddling my Master, speared by him inside, I collapse into helpless giggles as he gazes up at me, his smile broad and bright.

Seizing me by the waist, he starts to thrust upwards, taking me with him….

*****

MICHAEL

Clicking the door quietly open, I hear laughter, Charlotte’s. There is a rippling quality to it that can only mean…

The bedroom door is open. Glancing inside, unseen, nonetheless, I see them, she riding him.

Always you can see that she loves him, but seldom does he drop the mask, letting others see that he loves her. Right now, both their faces are alight, in rapt adoration of the other.

She looks fantastic. Straddling his hips, arms curved above her head as she displays herself to him, her thighs are spread wide, taking him inside. Her waist and hip and spine blend into a tight curve, her breasts lifted high by her upraised position, the nipples hard and puckered.copy right hot novel pub